The Katachangs stumbled backwards from the ancient river channel that kept draining floods, but the place was very narrow and it was difficult for everyone to withdraw for a while.
Suddenly, Stryker noticed that there were many honeycomb-shaped caves on both sides of the ancient river channel, with a size of feet that could accommodate a person.
"Hide on both sides! Hide in the hole! Hide in the hole!"
Hearing Stryker's roar was enough to penetrate his eardrums, the soldiers retreated to the cave on the bank of the river with difficulty.
Soon, the water swept over, and the corpses rushed out of the waterway quickly became piles of corpses.
There were chaotic noises and desperate shouts everywhere. It was obvious that this flood discharge did not drown many Katachang soldiers, but they wiped out all the cultists.
It was not until ten minutes later that Stryker crawled out of the hiding hole.
After counting the number of people, he couldn't help but curse in a low voice.
Cultists, Chaos Space Marines, Demons... He is not afraid of any enemy, he has the courage to fight against any beast in the universe.
But these tens of millions of liters of water poured down from the narrow stone pipe...
"This water probably cost us twenty people..."
The hedgehog said, grabbing Casillo's military uniform and pulling the other party out of the water.
"The exact number of casualties must be obtained from the squad commander, I don't want the vague answer!"
Stryker shouted, then pressed the communication bead.
"Please take care of the commanders of each team! Please rectify the order of the communication channel! Reorganize the team immediately!"
The entire team of orders and casualties immediately sounded in the communication channel.
"Sir, what should I do now? The enemy has been alarmed, and it may be from a tactical perspective..."
"Don't worry about the tactical level, once they understand that they can't beat us at the combat level, they will open the gate and release the water, so that the water will flow for more than a few hours. At that time, they will set up defensive positions at each entrance and exit, and even lay mines."
Stryker cursed a few more times, touching his wet hands.
They are already very close to victory, but they may miss it.
"Go forward! at the fastest speed!!"
Knowing that he had to fight time, Stryk immediately led the Katachang regiment into the ancient road deep to the waist. The enemy did not know that they were alive at this time, and even thought that they had won the victory, so he was unprepared.
When the Katachangs rushed out from the entrance of the ancient river channel, they collided with the dense but slack enemy troops head-on.
Their closeness to the enemy is so close that every step forward is won by morale and sharp blades.
It was late at night, and the ancient river channel led directly to the east side of the dam. The dark corridor was constantly lit by laser fire, and the top and walls were full of laser ablation marks.
"Blaster! Blaster acts immediately!!"
Stryker shouted, blew the enemy's chest with his pistol.
"Others provide cover to keep formation!"
The heavy bomb fired at the cultists in front of him, and a group of enemies were swept down.
Soon, they encountered increasingly dense firepower, and the emerging enemies were different from those they had encountered before.
It was a group of swollen beasts wearing robes that were originally white but now dyed red by blood. They came from outside this planet. Most cultists landed on Pai Shang Star like locusts and harmed the people above.
Some people had marks of terror and blasphemy on their eyebrows and cheeks, held heavy loggers and laser guns, and also wore armor.
"Damn it!"
More and more bullets were shot in the direction of Casillo, and he hurriedly lay down and pulled out the laser rifle he was holding in his arms.
He then lay down, pulled out a full battery and inserted it into the slot of the gun and looked at the scope on the gun.
Then, he lay on the ground, and the enemy gradually appeared in the scope.
He saw several enemies in the distance who were reloading bullets for heavy logging machine guns, so
The first shot was fired, but it missed.
But Cassillo was not affected. He adjusted the scope and after taking a breath, the second shot cleanly killed the loading enemy.
After that, he fired three more shots calmly and knocked down the dazed enemy.
Seeing this, the enemy's machine gun squad immediately did not dare to show up again.
At this moment, several blasters stumbled back, which also represented a signal.
"Retreat! Retreat all!!!"
The Katachang regiment began to move towards the other side of the dam in an orderly manner. Their goal was to come to the mountain on the west side of the dam and lure the enemy to the dam.
Sure enough, groups of enemies began to follow and chase.
"Sir!"
On one side of Vos Camp, Brunei, who was leading a militia regiment to feint the camp, suddenly heard the call of the correspondents.
"Channel 82, I just heard the code!"
The communications soldier looked at Brunei while debugging the communications beads.
“What is it?”
"The code is swimming ring!"
Brunei blinked, threw the cigarette from his mouth on the ground and stomped it out, then shouted at the militia who were shooting at the camp:
"Stop work! Retreat! Speed! Retreat!!!"
The militia regiment just left the battle not long ago.
The deafening explosion sounded, and the shock wave almost made the soldiers stand unsteadily and rippled layers of ripples on the pebbles on the riverbed.
Then, a hole was blown up in the shocked eyes of everyone, and then a crack that could be seen from the naked eye began to spread on the dam body.
Boom-
In a moment, under a terrifying slow motion, as the sound of landslides poured down from the collapsed dam, a wave of destruction continued and plummeted thousands of miles.
It first hit the guardrail of Camp Vos, smashing the wall to pieces, and then the stones under the dam were stripped off one by one.
The ground kept shaking, and the mist and dust turned the air into a thick, turbid thing.
The dam completely collapsed, the rushing rivers would be liberated, and the resistanceists of Pai Shangxing no longer need to worry about drinking water.
Although it is only temporary-
boom----
The enemy's artillery fire suddenly came from afar, dyeing the brown night sky in the middle of the night with a fiery red flash.
Stryker sat in the back seat of the car, with his legs on the front chair,
The sound came from the east, and the sound of cannon sounded like the sound of someone slapping a huge sweat-soaked bed sheet in the hot and heavy air.
Maybe it was an angry enemy who was carrying out meaningless revenge.
At this time, the dry and wet balance in the environment had been broken, and a cold wind was stirring in the air. Stryker felt very comfortable, but it also brought some viscous feeling.
The team was walking along a road leading to the Pai Shangxing Resistance Base Camp and Crest Fortress, and you could see some mail towers along the way.
These post towers are set up one hundred meters each along the main pass. They are erected on the inaccessible mountain walls. Each post tower is about 10 meters high. The main body is composed of locally harvested wood and is supplemented by riveted beams and columns to support the outpost built of bulletproof steel plates on the top of the tower.
"Sir!"
Seeing Brunei coming, Stryker put down his legs.
Suddenly, he realized that the air was filled with the smell of wine, and then noticed the bottle of wine in the other person's hand.
"Give me a drink."
Stryker pointed to the bottle.
"It's strong."
Brunei smiled and poured the wine into a broken cup.
"Sir."
After taking the wine, Stryker took a big sip, and it turned out to be very strong, making his chest burn.
But on a cold night, nothing is better than a glass of liquor.
After drinking two sips of wine, Stryker looked west. After the thin fog, he could still vaguely see the red flames through the bushes.
"Is the enemy artillery fire so far?"
Suddenly, he realized that he was wrong, that it was not the enemy's artillery fire-