Hartman did not speak, but issued instructions in sign language:
"Don't speak out, don't move, listen to my instructions."
A group of fart spirits slowly entered their sight. The little beasts pushed a huge trolley and kept chatting. There was also an ordinary green skin following behind and fighting at the fart spirits, obviously urging them to move forward faster, but ignored the quarrels between them.
The cart was filled with corpses and were all dismembered. The top was a young girl with her head on her legs.
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 terrible guess was in his mind about the final destination of the trolley.
"These are broken!"
Sivary was irritated, and as soon as he was about to shoot, Hartman rushed over and held him down.
"Don't fire."
He said in a low voice, and nodded coldly to Lunengte in the distance.
Although the target is so tempting, and although the emperor can feel the righteous anger they accumulated in their hearts at that moment, Hartman felt that there was no need to let the greens notice the existence of this team by venting their emotions, and there will be opportunities in the future.
The mountains and rivers are inexhaustible!
Soon, the small green-skinned team left, and the six remaining soldiers emerged from the darkness like ghosts in the tomb.
No one wants to speak, everyone just continues along the established route.
Fearing that Greenskin discovered the empty position and pursued them, they walked for 10 hours without any rest in the middle.
Although Hartman was worried about the adventure, they passed through the center of the residential area without any damage.
But he really didn't want to elaborate on the journey, for example, they once passed by a ruined and blasphemous imperial church, where the offerings were looted, and judging by the stench, Green Skin once regarded it as a temporary toilet.
Although this behavior is theoretically slim, because most green skins only solve this physiological need anywhere, and the concept of corresponding activities in special places is too obscure for them.
In addition, it is undoubtedly deliberately blaspheming the majesty of the empire.
Even so, the blasphemous church is eclipsed compared to the school building they encountered.
It was once an elegant and symmetrical building, with fountains and colonnades for students to relax and enjoy the sun on the wide square in front. Now the windows and statues of the building are covered with corpses twisting in the wind. Through those robes, Hartman inferred that those people were once teachers of the school, and it is obvious that few people died easily without suffering.
The others were speechless when they saw this scene, but Lunengte spitted, and Hartman felt that the emotions in his heart were unspeakable.
At that time, he only wanted to kill every green-skinned person on the planet. Even though he had bare hands, his survival instinct soon suppressed the urge to avenge these tragic victims - temporary.
Along the way, they also encountered several other waves of small-scale green skins, both boys and farts, who were wandering around for some reason, most of whom were devoted to yelling and fighting each other.
Once or twice, Hartman saw them pulling out their weapons to resolve their disputes. Although they only left some bullet holes and wounds cut by axes on their opponents, none of the guys involved in the fight was permanently injured, and most of the green skin ignored the disputes in front of them, and their barbarity was obviously deep into the bones.
Similarly, when considering survival, Hartman still did not alarm any of them.
In the next two hours, they never encountered green skin again.
At this moment, the nests are at the bottom. Due to the large number of pipes caused by war, it is so hot that it is unbearable. It is filled with moisture and corruption, which is suffocating.
When Lunengate cursed in a low voice and wiped the thick sweat from his uncensored face in vain, he also drove out a gray and transparent spider in his left ear - he had never noticed the spider in his ear before.
Epirus stammered and cursed the green skins, the boots that were heavy with sweat and made of lead, and the backpack belt that was strangled into the flesh of the shoulders through the soaked combat suit.
Hartman Paul had no complaints, just took out the kettle from his backpack and pulled it away.
The water inside was hot, salty, and had a metallic smell, but Hartman drank the water.
The gunner Sivary walked in front of Hartman, carrying a hard load, and the sad and grievance accompanied his steps. He limped, his left foot limping very strongly.
Everyone thinks that he has taken the wrong path, but Wannis firmly believes that he has taken the wrong path.
But Hartman really doesn't think he is sure about this. Even the compass and lighting equipment that are standard for infantrymen are not equipped with. All they can do is pray that the emperor can guide them.
“The power is off.”
There is no day and night at the bottom of the nest. The light band composed of electricity is the only sign. In some relatively central locations, there are small artificial suns to simulate the alternation of day and night, but now all the lights are extinguished.
The darkness immediately enveloped everyone, not only making everyone's heart tremble, but also making their subsequent journey more difficult - in this case, marching is unrealistic, and they may collide head-on with a team of green skins at any time.
"Do we have to take a break?"
Epirus began to murmur again, his face was haggard, and it was obvious that his injuries had tormented him very much.
Hartman felt very bad. Epirus's wound might have been infected. His hand, wrapped in dirty bandages, began to fester like a ball.
The correspondent soldier didn't say this, but Hartman could smell it sometimes, which worried him - Vannis is currently the only field medical soldier, but he is not a regular doctor, nor has relevant medical skills and enough medical equipment to perform an outdoor amputation surgery.
From any perspective, he is not the kind of person who can save others, and the rest of the team do not have this medical skills.
"oops!"
Suddenly, the gunner Sivari fell forward and one of his feet tripped a very thin lead.
The others all lay on the ground in the moment before the explosion. The next second the gunner was blown into the sky like a broken doll. When he fell down, the mud like rain splattered everywhere, and his body became bloody and fragmented.
"Don't move!"
Hartman, who was lying down, raised his head slightly and whispered hoarsely.
He opened the safety of the laser gun, his eyes patrolling the dense darkness, looking for any suspicious targets.