Chapter 25: Gunfire From Hell

When the beautiful planetary governor of the empire asked Alan Bair in bed what was the most memorable thing in my service, she would probably get many, many answers. After all, he had seen too many monsters, ghosts, and snakes, and even many things in the hive. He will never forget it.

But no matter what, the moment the question came up, he would think of the asphalt smell emitted by the crude explosive weapons of the orcs in that dense forest world.

When the orc pellets and the melee boy's machete were swung one by one, and the flashes flashed in the narrow rain forest, Alan Bair could barely reach his head, and he could have raised the hell gun and fired.

The Hell Gun has a stronger range, better penetration, more and faster ammunition, and a faster rate of fire. When Catachan was having a headache due to the onslaught of orcs, the violent laser beam tore a hole open.

The hot light tore through the air and burned the green-skinned body, and it was accurate and fast. Even if Catachan was fighting the green-skinned body, he could see the extremely precise beam hitting the orc's head, and the mushroom-scented burnt flesh was sprinkled on him. The face is in...

The veteran named Alan Bayer who was standing by himself was surprised to see the beam tearing open the orc behind him for a sneak attack. He looked at Alan Bayer with a complicated expression, and then gave him a thumbs up...

Maybe many Catachans looked down on Alan Bair, but no matter how bright they were, they were all saved!

Avada yelled. "Now, shoot the storm grenade!"

Bang bang bang... After the grenade left the barrel with a muffled sound, it exploded with a rumble. The hot light burned the soil and destroyed the green-skinned houses. The green waahg Lingke erupted with a strong light because of the death of the Lingke boy.

The heads of all the nearby greenskins exploded like balloons, and the greenskin's headless bodies collapsed. The complex smell of blood and mushrooms filled the air, giving it a unique wet feeling of the forest.

The battlefield was now quiet for an instant, but everything was wrong. When the Catachans once again went into the forest to avoid the orcs' attack, they were searching.

Alan Bayer didn't even have time to collect his own things, so he could sneak into the hot and humid place with the troops. They crawled on their knees and buried themselves in the rotten leaves like a swamp. Their bodies were the same as those of Mori's children.

There is a weapon exposed, which can be fired anytime and anywhere to kill those disgusting orcs.

As for Alan Bayer's feeling at the moment, it was humid, stuffy, and unable to breathe. He could push the rotten leaves away with all his strength to leave some space for his nasal cavity, but he did not dare to use too much force to avoid being discovered.

Lieutenant Colonel Avada held his shoulders. "Don't be afraid, recruit."

"No..." he replied, although having Catachan by his side was inexplicably reassuring, and the greenskins began to enter the forest one after another.

They were holding machetes on their legs, and the angry men were uttering meaningless words, and their rough and tattered blue armor could not speak. They were also waving their machetes in the forest and shooting randomly.

After the chattering of the greenskins dispersed, they searched for half an hour before walking deeper into the forest. Lieutenant Colonel Avada stood up and helped Alan Bair up.

Avada couldn't help but think about why she took such good care of him, and had she become soft-hearted?

But he didn't make an animal-like squeaking sound. "Qiu, Qiu!"

Other Katachans crawled out from behind branches, from bushes, from every hiding place I could imagine.

Avada glanced around. "Where's Mr. Lythrono?"

At this moment, the legs and arms stretched out from the bushes, with bright red strips of cloth on their faces, it was undoubtedly Catachan!

Others pulled the man out of the bush. He was holding on to the ground. His body seemed to be disabled, and his east limb could no longer move.

The orc was stupid, and his inefficient shot hit his spine. The bright red liquid spread all over the floor, and his whole body became a "V". It was the God-Emperor's blessing that he was not interrupted, but he didn't say it clearly. One sentence.

He is really an unlucky guy, Alan Bair thought, did he pray to the God Emperor correctly...

Maybe Mao Maojian defeated the Emperor? Alan Bair shook his head violently and put away his random thoughts.

The disabled soldier showed his legs, sliding around in the air with complicated movements, and then pointed at Alan Bair. After reading this, Lieutenant Colonel Avada sighed and took out his long-handled knife. Quickly cut through his companion's request for harm.

Scarlet liquid flowed out of his body. At this moment, in the gray light coming from the orc tribe, Alan Bayer could see clearly that that person was the veteran who told him to stay silent...

Now he is lying on the ground with his eyes closed, as comfortable as sleeping. The forest is one with him, and he can rest there peacefully.

Lieutenant Colonel Avada took the long-bladed sword and red ribbon from the soldier, which were the things Catachan really wanted.

Then turned to Alan Bayer...

He was stunned...

After the troops moved on for a long time and left the dangerous area, Lieutenant Colonel Avada said something. "He owes me, Catachan owes them nothing."

"But no, that knife will stop him. If you dare to lose it, he will chase me across the galaxy. I remember it!"

The soldier's red belt was tied around him. The lieutenant colonel turned around and continued to shuttle through the forest very fast like a shadow. They wanted to return to the guard tower overnight to convey the news that the number of orcs had increased.

Alan Bayer couldn't help but look in the direction of the old soldier's closed eyes. He firmly grasped the shining silver handle of the knife in his leg. There was residual heat in it, and the silver light shone on the metal blade that he couldn't name. .

Doesn't he have family, comrades, or anyone else worth trusting?

Why deny yourself, again?

When he was confused.

At this moment, a female Catachan sneaked up to him. Ailanbair was completely unaware of her arrival. He was startled and moved his blade towards her, but was quickly grabbed by the wrist.

"Catachan blades can't be used like that. Listen carefully. He is just like me, a new soldier who has just served."

"There are almost no people of that age on Catachan, so he has no parents, and this is his first mission, just like me."

"Good hunter, now, I will continue to live."

The voice was not loud, and the words were not many, but all the puzzles were solved. When the soldier saw that Ailanbair was similar to him and that he really owed the Imperial Guard something, did he make up his mind?

Catachan's war blades often represent a qualified mark recognized by them as a warrior, in other words.

As a Catachan, the "veteran" recognized Ailanbair as a "veteran"?

Does it mean that the Catachan team accepted him?

He suddenly thought of what the Catachan said to him, that he thought that all the people who could get the Hell Gun were veterans...

If he was alive, Alanbair would probably reply that he thought that all Catachans were veterans, and that they were no different from veterans after surviving from the Death World to adulthood...

Thoughts were in a mess, and the journey was long. In his wild thoughts, it was almost midnight when Alanbair returned to the outpost. He was covered in dirt and rotten leaves. The Mechanicus girl looked at him with disgust, with a Hell Gun covered with dead branches and rotten leaves, and quickly unarmed Alan to maintain the weapon.

The Catachans stayed around the outpost. They built a small tomb for their dead companions and hung a red scarf on it.

Alanbair turned on the communication equipment with mixed feelings and tapped the status.

And the headquarters' answer was.

[The battle situation is urgent, the troops are insufficient, and they continue to garrison. 】

A heavy voice sounded in the communication room. Ailanbaier's legs slammed on the table and he looked at the cold answer helplessly.