Chapter 248 Blockage

The guns of the tanks and super-heavy tanks at the end of the battle began to roar, and the explosions and dust created by several rounds of rapid volleys completely submerged the figure of that thing.

Except for the sound of soil and gravel falling to the ground, and the sizzling sound of the land being scorched, there was no movement in the area covered by the firepower.

There were no angry roars, the wailing of the injured, the sound of flesh disintegrating and blood spurting out, nothing, and the silence was eerie.

Faintly, the soldiers seemed to see the figure approaching them in the smoke and dust again. The armored forces fired several more rounds of volleys, firing all the explosive bombs and shells they were loaded with. Even the war-torn gun barrel began to turn slightly red, and the tank spirit was buzzing impatiently.

Did that thing. Stop?

Everyone thought so in their hearts, and then they saw the result after the armored forces had used up a round of ammunition.

The guy stumbled out of the smoke, slapping the mist wrapped around his head with his hands. He still didn't have many injuries on his body, but he changed from slowly approaching to jogging.

"He's coming! Bayonets!"

The soldiers on the position climbed out of the trenches, holding guns with monomolecular bayonets and charging at the attackers.

Can bayonets stop this thing? They didn't know, but they didn't care.

The bayonets were stabbed into the abdomen and head of the attackers. These sharp monomolecular weapons that could pierce ceramic steel armor failed to show their effectiveness.

They twisted like tree roots, and those sharp blades broke as easily as glass.

The soldiers' charge failed to stop his pace. They tried to drag the damn thing in front of them with their bodies. They tried every way and move to leave trauma to the enemy.

But except for the things that kept breaking, they couldn't do anything.

Broken bayonets, broken guns, broken engineer shovels, broken stones and steel bars.

The soldiers rushed over to hold him down, but found that they could do nothing but pile on top of him and be dragged along.

The pulling team was getting longer and longer, and all the troops that had run out of bullets came over. They held hands and worked together to try to stop this strange thing that completely ignored them.

They failed.

I don't know whose coat was pulled by such a huge force and began to be unable to support it. A hole was torn, and then it became more and more out of control.

Under the mask, the violent panting that could not be suppressed, and the creaking of the muscles and bones of the whole body. The crowd that worked together broke off, and many people fell to the ground unexpectedly. They gasped, they supported themselves on the ground and looked at the back of the person who was going away, and they were a little dazed for a while.

The armored troops rolled over one by one, trying to directly crush this damn thing under the tracks and turn it into mud mixed in the soil. But they didn't have any hope for this. Their shells and bullets didn't even make a scratch, let alone the tank being able to crush this thing.

The tank crew silently made a Sky Eagle salute and then crashed into it.

Amid the creaking and breaking sounds, the tank was already running at its limit, but it still couldn't move forward one step.

The crew members were horrified to see from the car window that the body of the thing had been embedded in the surface armor, and then used its power to break through little by little, pushing the tank to the back.

The tank crew looked at the cracks on the front armor becoming more and more obvious, and silently took out the pistol from his waist and aimed at the monster that was about to rush in.

A person with his eyes closed squeezed into the not-so-spacious tank room. He staggered, as if he hadn't woken up yet. He asked others in a dream, "Do you have anything to eat?"

No one answered his question. Everyone just pulled the trigger and watched him pass through the entire tank room and tear apart the things in front of him one by one.

Boom!

There was also a large human-shaped hole on the back armor of the tank. The crew members numbly pulled the trigger of the pistol. The thing had already shot out all the bullets and energy, but they were too lazy to change the new magazine.

Facing such a thing, attacking seemed to be a waste of behavior.

More and more soldiers came over, but did not stop him, because they knew it was meaningless. They just watched him coldly and numbly as he walked step by step towards the largest and most solid bunker in the position.

The officers in the bunker saw that the thing was getting closer and closer to them, but they did not panic or waver. They silently took out the weapons and chainsaw swords at their waists and waited for the door to open.

The heavy explosion-proof metal door was knocked open like a paper window, and they could finally see all the details of what they were defending clearly.

A young man of medium build, with a strong sleepiness and confusion on his face, had a bloody holy image with a not very fine carving and a non-reflective metal disc hanging around his neck.

"What are you?"

The colonel did not fire, but asked without any emotion.

"Is there anything to eat?"

To everyone's surprise, that thing was inexplicably easy to talk to and non-aggressive. The colonel slowly put down his gun, took a few steps closer, and opened a box in the corner of the bunker.

Ka La, the box was opened by the colonel, without any damage.

The colonel must have opened this tightly sealed box many times.

He took out a corpse starch stick, removed the packaging, and handed the tasteless food to the person who asked for food.

The colonel watched the guy stuff the corpse starch stick into his mouth, chewed it twice and swallowed it, then walked around the colonel and squatted in the corner, tearing the packaging of other supplies and started eating.

Everyone watched him feast in the bunker, and he ate a full day's supply of corpse starch sticks for 750 people before stopping.

He wiped his mouth, yawned, and huddled aside to sleep.

The colonel put away his pistol and saber, then sat at the table and sent a signalman to inquire about the situation on the battlefield just now.

While waiting for the signalman to report the results, he silently connected the communication line of his superior. He needed to find someone who could deal with this kind of weirdness, or who could prove what it was to help him.

Soon, an archbishop of the state religion and a communication officer of the court of inquiry took over the channel.

"Colonel Hans, have you found something that looks like a demon?"

"Yes."

"Did you destroy him?"

"No."

"Then you should destroy him! Instead of wasting time here! Wasting our time!"

The Astra Militarum chopped the cans with their hands (so sometimes the power of the warhammer is really erratic, sometimes the cans are superhuman, and sometimes they are just big infantry)