Hartmann did not speak, but gave instructions in sign language:
"Don't make a sound, don't move, and listen to my instructions."
A group of farts slowly entered their field of vision. These little beasts were pushing a huge cart and chattering non-stop. There was also an ordinary green skin following behind, fighting against the farts, obviously urging them to do so.
They moved forward faster, paying no attention to the quarrel between them.
The cart was filled with corpses, all of them dismembered. On top was a young girl with her head on her lap.
Although the blood-stained brown hair covered his face, Hartman seemed to be able to feel the other person's eyes looking at him, and a terrifying conjecture about the final destination of the trolley emerged in his mind.
"These offal!"
Sivali was enraged, and just as he was about to shoot, Hartman rushed over and held him down.
"Hold your fire."
He lowered his voice and nodded coldly towards Lunengte in the distance.
Although the target was so tempting, and even though the Emperor could feel the righteous anger accumulating in their chests at that moment, Hartman felt that there was no need to vent his emotions and let the greenskins notice the existence of this team. There would be many opportunities in the future.
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The mountains and rivers are in foreign lands, and we are irreconcilable!
Soon, the small green-skinned team left, and the six remaining soldiers emerged from the darkness like ghosts in a tomb.
No one wanted to talk, everyone just continued along the established route.
Worried that the greenskins would pursue after discovering the empty position, they walked for 10 hours without any rest.
Despite Hartmann's apprehension about the adventure, they made it through the heart of the residential area unscathed.
But he really didn't want to detail what he saw during this journey. For example, they once passed by a destroyed and desecrated imperial church, where all the offerings were looted. Judging from the stench, the greenskins once regarded it as a temporary building.
bathroom.
Although the theoretical possibility of this behavior is very slim, because most green skins will only satisfy this physiological need wherever they are, the concept of carrying out corresponding activities in special places is too obscure for them to understand.
Beyond that, there is no doubt that he is deliberately desecrating the majesty of the empire.
Even so, the desecrated church pales in comparison to the school building they encountered.
It was once an elegant and well-proportioned building. The wide square in front was cleverly arranged with fountains and colonnades for students to relax and enjoy the cool air. Now the windows and statues of the building are covered with corpses twisting in the wind. Through those robes, haha
Terman deduced that the men had been schoolteachers, and it was clear that few of them died without suffering.
Everyone else was silent when they saw this scene, but Lunengte spat, and Hartman felt the emotions in his heart that were hard to describe.
At that time, he just wanted to kill every greenskin on the planet, even with his bare hands, but his survival instinct soon suppressed the urge to avenge these tragic victims - temporarily.
Along the way, they also encountered several other small groups of greenskins, both brats and goons, wandering around for unknown reasons, and most of them were focused on yelling and fighting with each other.
Once or twice, Hartman saw them draw their weapons to settle disputes with each other. Although they only left some bullet holes and ax wounds on their opponents, no one involved in the brawl was permanently injured, and most of them were injured permanently.
The greenskins ignored the dispute before them, their savagery clearly had penetrated deep into their bones.
Similarly, out of survival considerations, Hartmann still did not alarm any of them.
For the next two hours, they never encountered the green skin again.
At the moment, the bottom floor of the hive city has a large number of damaged pipes due to the war. The heat is unbearable, and the smell of moisture and corruption is permeated, making it suffocating.
Lunengte cursed in a low voice and wiped the thick sweat on his unshaven face in vain, and also drove out a gray and transparent spider in his left ear - he had not even noticed that the spider was there before.
in the ears.
Epirus hesitated and cursed the greenskins, the boots that were as heavy as lead after being filled with sweat, and the backpack straps that were cut into the flesh of his shoulders through the soaked combat uniforms.
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Hartmann-Paul didn't complain. He just took the water bottle out of his backpack and unzipped it.
The water inside was hot, salty, and had a metallic taste, but Hartman drank it anyway.
The gunner Sivali walked in front of Hartmann, trudging forward with a heavy load, and sad whining accompanied his steps. He was limping, and his left foot was lame very badly.
Everyone thought that they were going the wrong way, but Vannis firmly believed that he was not.
But Hartmann really didn't think he was sure about this. Even the infantrymen didn't have the standard compass or illuminator. All they could do was pray that the emperor could give them guidance.
"The power is out."
There is no distinction between day and night at the bottom of the hive city. Light strips made of electricity are the only identification. In some more central locations, there are small artificial suns to simulate the alternation of day and night, but now all those lights are extinguished.
Darkness suddenly enveloped everyone, which not only made everyone tremble, but also made their subsequent journey more difficult - marching under this situation is impractical, and they may collide head-on with a group of greenskins at any time
superior.
"Should we take a break?"
Epirus began to mutter again, his face looked haggard, and it was obvious that his injuries had also tortured him badly.
Hartmann had a very bad feeling. Epirus's wound might have been infected, and the hand that was wrapped like a ball in a dirty bandage had begun to fester.
The signal soldier didn't say this, but Hartman could smell it sometimes, which worried him - Vannis is currently the only field medic, but he is not a regular doctor and does not have the relevant medical skills and skills.
Enough medical equipment to perform a field amputation.
No matter from any angle, he is not the kind of person who can treat other people, and other people in the team have no medical skills in this area.
"oops!"
Suddenly, gunner Sivali fell forward, and one of his feet caught a very thin lead.
The others all fell to the ground in the moment before the explosion. The next second the gunner was blown up to the sky like a broken doll. When he fell down, rain-like mud splashed everywhere, and his body also changed.
dripping with blood and torn to pieces.
"Don't even move!"
Hartman, who was lying on his stomach, raised his head slightly and spoke in a hoarse whisper.
He turned on the safety of the laser gun and scanned the dense darkness with his eyes, looking for any suspicious targets.