Chapter 257 Tunnel

The tunnel was dark and mixed with an indescribable smell.

These complex underground fortifications had countless deadly traps and positions that were easy to defend but difficult to attack.

The bombardment shook the ground, and dust and gravel fell from overhead from time to time. The vibrations made the lights set up in it flicker.

No. 0 walked in the front, and the rest of the grenadiers followed him at a distance of 5 meters. Those slightly tilted guns were obviously pointed at the back of No. 0.

"It's terrible. The description of those guys in the stereotyped animation is not more appropriate than them."

Xiaoyi observed the state of the grenadiers behind her. She now felt more and more that she was living in a damn historical re-enactment documentary.

Those suggestive uniforms, and the grenadiers written directly on your face, and their fearless charging posture.

This is simply a mixture of France and Germany in the history of World War I. She finally realized where her familiarity with Armageddon came from.

The uniforms of those soldiers in Armageddon looked like the three Germans in North Africa. This human empire is becoming more and more ridiculous. It is a cruel religion with sacrifice and death as its core, and it sounds like it is an official orthodox religion. To be honest, if it were in their era, it would have been treated as a cult.

There are also countless ignorant and fanatical soldiers. Even their superiors know little about their war goals. The information exchange and intelligence communication between troops are pitiful.

"I regret coming out of the corridor more and more now. I have to go back to find Trazyn and ask him to send me back to rest for a few days."

Xiaoyi lamented her ill-fated fate. Since she followed this stinky guy, she has never had a good thing.

But now this invincible idiot who has lost his mind has indeed become different. He didn't have such a quick fighting nerve and reaction before. He didn't even need Xiaoyi to detect and report the location in advance.

Good. But not so good. Xiaoyi sighed silently. She felt that Lin Fan could take care of himself now, so she simply mobilized all the nano-computing units she still had and continued to analyze the key data of the network.

Grenadier 19 had been observing No. 0's movements, and then he saw the strange guy who was careless and had no intention of hiding his actions tilt his head.

Bang!

A bullet that seemed to be armor-piercing passed through the side of his head and went straight into the darkness farther away before the sound of hitting something came out.

Luck? Strength?

Grenadier 19 couldn't tell whether the tilt of the head was intentional or unintentional, so he had to hold the weapon in his hand tighter.

"Squat down."

No. 0's command came, which seemed a bit abrupt in the tunnel where bullets were still echoing.

The rest of the grenadiers raised their guns, ready to kill the soldier whose behavior was becoming more and more weird.

In their legion, they were taught to kill their comrades. In fact, Grenadier 19 was not sure that they really had such a strange concept of comrades.

Once they put on the mask, they would not take it off again, unless they died. Except for a few Kriegs who survived the war, most soldiers were just a series of numbers and lines of code in the Military Affairs Department.

The faces under the masks were not recorded, and everyone's name was meaningless.

The equipment on them might not really belong to them. Maybe this full set of grenadier equipment was stripped from another dead grenadier and passed down from generation to generation.

This is quite interesting. One's own armor is protected by the spirits of the predecessors, just like what those guys of the state religion said.

Grenadier 19 had raised the muzzle of the gun. Just as he was about to shoot at No. 0, he felt that his finger on the trigger was firmly pressed.

When did he do this? Was it when I was daydreaming? Emperor, I am guilty.

When Grenadier 19 was about to pull out the engineer shovel to hit him, he found that his other hand was also pressed. He used all his strength to pull out his shovel but couldn't pull it out a bit.

Damn it, Emperor, I am guilty.

He rammed his head against No. 0 who was locking his movements. Such an action might scratch the double-headed eagle relief on his forehead. He was ready not to be forgiven by the Emperor.

But unfortunately, such an attack still did not hit No. 0. He could only watch No. 0 hug him and press him to the ground. Then a rocket was fired from their position and exploded in the distance.

"They are loading. We have about 3 seconds. Remember to keep the third lighting unit away."

After saying this, No. 0 quickly stood up and rushed into the dark distance with the engineer shovel in his hand.

The grenadiers looked at each other, they were still thinking about what had just happened.

At the end of the darkness, there was a flash of fire, and a heavy logging gun was hidden in the dust and gravel.

The grenadiers looked at No. 0 who was illuminated by the rain of bullets and fearlessly welcomed the rain of bullets with an engineer shovel, and then Grenadier 19 saw a scene that made him incredible.

The strange guy charging ahead was not torn to pieces by the rain of bullets, but swung the shovel in his hand so tightly that the bullets were either chopped to pieces or directly hit back.

The rebels hiding behind camouflage were also shocked. They leaned out and joined the attack with the automatic weapons they carried.

The bullets that kept bouncing back hit some rebels’ heads. Some guys who were less corroded by Chaos were shot through the head on the spot, and a large amount of brain matter sprayed onto the wall.

The remaining more robust Chaos rebels were hit by bullets and had several wounds. After spraying a few streams of blood, they began to heal themselves, but some strange tumors and spikes grew.

"Die! Imperial bastards!"

A rebel suddenly leaned out from behind the bunker, carrying a loaded anti-tank rocket on his shoulder.

No. 0 saw that his vision became dreamy. He saw the rocket after it was fired, saw how he should avoid it, and saw that the rocket would fall behind and blow the grenadiers to pieces.

This is not good.

He quickly threw the engineer shovel in his hand and inserted it directly into the mouth of the rocket launcher. He heard the subtle sound of the trigger being pulled and the rocket engine starting.

The rocket's explosive part should have been equipped with a safety distance limiter, and it must be a certain distance away from the rocket launcher to successfully detonate.

But it seems that the safety devices of the rocket launcher, which was engraved with blasphemous symbols and looked shabby and poorly maintained, were also damaged.

The warhead exploded immediately when it hit the shovel inserted on it.

It must be the Emperor's manifestation. This Krieg man has become immortal, and he is now panicking.