Chapter 68 Monster

(Book Friends Group 125657915, Xiao A greeted them on their feet. Well, in the future, I will control the hand of the code word and give up those H metaphors~crying~)

Most people ran away, and some people are still fighting hard. The Empire treats deserters of ordinary identities, and may think that due to factors such as the unfavorable situation of the war and the huge enemy, they will not be investigated or punished lightly. However, for low-level officers, especially After those powerless and powerless civilians, the severe punishment and cruel methods have reached an outrageous level.

Just like James, the Inquisitor grenade whizzed overhead, the metal spikes hit the edge of the trench, raising a puddle of sand that rained down on him.

Even fear, hesitation, remorse, overwhelm... all kinds of emotions are suffocating in my heart, the soles of my feet are a little soft, and stepping on hard rocks is like stepping on clumps of cotton.

He wanted to run, but he couldn't. That would ruin the rest of his life and also his family.

left to fight? for what? With this damn "M-506 Sabre Modification"? Can't even penetrate the enemy's power armor!

James turned his head and glanced at the snipers in the rubble, and suddenly envied them, not the 27mm "Thor's Wrath" heavy sniper rifle in their hands, but their firm and crazy heart.

These guys are a bunch of executioners. They are bloodthirsty and calm, like ferocious lone wolves on the ice field, addicted to the game of hunting.

The more blood that flies, the more it can awaken the ferocity in their bones, and the more tyrannical opponents, the more they can stimulate the tenacity in their souls.

Just like now, everyone has fled, but Bradley Eddie in the gravel, he is indifferent, still dutifully sticking to his post.

James is not familiar with him, this kind of person is destined to be in the company of blood and fire, and indifference.

Bradley Avery's rank is captain, the same level as the company commander, and he has served for nine years, but it is strange that he has reached retirement age, but he has not bid farewell to the army and returned to a normal life. plan.

He had few friends and never had contact with his family. Some people in the company said he was a lunatic, and some people said he was a fool.

James also had doubts in his heart. However, at this moment, looking at the guy who was covered in black charcoal in the gap between the stones, a bright realization suddenly flashed in his heart.

Once you embark on this bloodthirsty road, there is no possibility of withdrawing. The thirst for blood and slaughter is like a magic spell. No matter where they go, they will affect them like maggots on the tarsus. Compared with civilized society, perhaps the army and the battlefield are their best destination.

Bradley fired, a flame of fire spewed out from the gap between the rocks, and the strong recoil shook the finely broken stone chips to the ground.

About 1,300 meters ahead, a puppy that was jumping on the edge of the ditch, dodging the rifle fire, suddenly exploded with a cloud of green body fluid, flew out, and slammed into a convex stone.

"Hit!" For some reason, James was so determined, as if he didn't dare to go out at night when he was a child, and he had to be accompanied by someone. Bradley's existence gave him a sense of security.

Hit by a 27MM bullet, one of the puppy's right leg was blown into two pieces, and it can no longer move around and show off its terrifying mobility! James gave Bradley a distant thumbs up.

However, the next scene made his heart suddenly chill, and the sense of security that had just been born was like a candle in the wind, which was extinguished in an instant.

A tank-sized behemoth moved its slender six legs leisurely,

At the lingering puppy, he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of mucus. The meridians spread, the bones were reshaped, and the crippled puppy stood up again... It just stood up like that, twisting its ugly head and flying towards the bullet. There was a roar in the direction from which it came.

Although there is no medium for sound transmission in a vacuum environment, however, James seems to be able to hear its roar, like a hellhound, which is terrifying.

Compared to him, Bradley was obviously much calmer, with a flash of fire and another shot.

This time, it was no longer its hind legs that exploded, but the ugly head. The puppy may be slightly less accurate when it is in motion, but unfortunately it stops and roars to demonstrate, then, there is only one fate for it, death!

As a sniper, he has killed hundreds of enemies and shattered countless heads. How can his psychological quality be comparable to that of ordinary soldiers?

Bradley got up from the rubble, picked up the Thor's Wrath, which was about his height, jumped down the trench, and sneaked toward another hidden spot.

He is like a ghost, a ghost carrying a death scythe, silently and tirelessly harvesting the enemy's life.

James swallowed and was hesitating whether to catch up when suddenly, a dark shadow passed over his head.

Looking up, it was a guy with a body length of nearly forty meters and many eye sockets. He remembered that the fixed-point rail guns of the base were paralyzed by these ugly guys, and then cut into a lump of steel garbage by those guys in golden armor.

At first, he was worried that this big guy with a size comparable to a frigate has other abilities. Later, as time went on, it was found that they could not deal with mobile vehicles except for the ability to spit "organic shells" and paralyze large fortifications. Threats to Marine Infantry.

James was relieved, and just slipped back into the ditch, when suddenly, the big guy who seemed harmless to humans and animals opened his abdominal sac, and his muscle tissue rhythmically spewed out three lumps of meat mud as if he was excreting.

The meat mud fell on the ground, splashing a circle of flying sand, and then he saw a very strange scene. The fleshy mud covered with energy tumors on the surface of the body shook for a while, and a grotesque head was drilled in the middle, and then there were three steel forks with sharp claws.

They kept shaking their muddy lower bodies, and with the help of their claws, they quickly wriggled to the edge of a ditch, and then fell into it.

James thought that when they reappeared, they might have two extra feet, or a pair of wings, or a whole body of barbs. The fact disappointed him, they might really be a piece of shit, and after a lot of jumping around and scaring away a few soldiers, there was no movement.

The big guy in the emotional sky has used the trenches as a toilet!

He turned his head and continued to look at Bradley.

The calm and experienced sniper has changed positions and buried himself in a pile of armored car wreckage. "Wrath of Thor" is once again set up, and the hell is harvested, and it is about to be staged again.

At this time, a soldier stumbled and ran from a distance, and the gravel and rocks were shattered under the heavy metal boots and refined into sand.

James frowned unconsciously. He didn't want to see the deserters, although he understood them well.

The direction of the soldier's flight was also very bad. Bradley was right on his path. God knows if this will attract the attention of the enemy and reveal the position of the sniper.

"Gaunt, stop, don't run forward." James recognized his identity from the number on the power armor.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Time passed by every second, and there was no echo from the communicator. As for "Gaunt", he was still running wildly, as if he had never heard of it.

"Huh?" James' eyebrows were knitted together, and when he was about to do something, the sudden scene in his field of vision almost shocked his soul.

"Gaunt" stopped after all, but the position where he stopped was very weird, and his movements were even weirder.

The right arm of the original metal structure was twisted and changed, and the three sharp claws that were as sharp as the tip of a spear were rapidly formed, and then inserted into a pile of charred metal plates with lightning speed, stabbing the hidden Bradley in it. Cool.

The anger of Thor's Wrath subsided, like Bradley's corpse gradually cooling down.

"How can this happen? Why is this happening? God, what kind of monster is that!" James only felt his legs go weak and slumped on the ground.

A monster that can transform into a human and disguise at will, what a terrifying ability! In vain, he thought it was a piece of stool, but it turned out that it was a lump of stool in his head.

Bradley died just like that, silently. James closed his eyes gently, his heart beating like the roar of Hong Zhong Da Lu buzzing in his ears.

The monsters in the sky left three lumps of mashed meat, what about the other two? Also, there is not one monster, there are as many as three, will the rest do the same?

In his mind suddenly flashed the figures of several deserters who had just fled from the trench and ran around.

"It's over... it's over, it's over..." James sighed in the sky. There are strong enemies attacking from the outside, and subtle tricks lurking inside, and there is no suspense about the outcome.

"Company... company commander, what is that? God... God... ah..."

"Hu Feng, what are you doing? Put down the gun."

"Lieutenant Nickel, you...you're not...ah..."

"..."

A shrill cry came from the communicator, James stared blankly at the night sky, and the artillery fire of the battleship ignited the outer void of Nami star, as dazzling as a cluster of flowers.

The universe is a free port, you can soar and gallop, but it is not a huge cemetery, where countless lives, countless years, and countless ambitions and hopes are buried.

"James? OH, God, you're still alive!" A voice full of surprise entered the pinna.

Familiar tones, familiar words, and the familiar "God" is Graham, the chatterer and magician. As a company commander, he did not die.

Turning his head to see him walking towards him, James tightened his nerves, because he thought of one thing, no one can prove that the guy in front of him is the real Graham.

"Stop, don't come here."

He stood up with difficulty against the wall, turned the muzzle, and pointed at Graham's chest.

"OHSHIT! James, it's me, Graham, your dear and respectable Captain?"

"You are the company commander? How to prove it!"

"James are you crazy? For God's sake, wake up."

"No, I'm not crazy." James sighed: "Because I know that God can't save us!"

...

A ridge needle the thickness of a water urn slid by astonishingly, and the two of them felt a darkness in front of their eyes, and a huge shadow fell from the sky.

It was an R50 "One Horned Rhino" main battle tank. (This chapter is all for today, so I have some personal matters to deal with.)