The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Here."

Oscar pointed to a weed-covered area ten meters away and said softly.

Everyone looked at it and found that the place was indeed concealed. Not only was it covered with vegetation, there was also a huge rock nearby that shielded part of it.

Looking at it from a distance, nothing can be found.

The narrow stone cave entrance is hidden in this pile of rocks, and only two people can enter.

Bachram walked forward carefully and found that a string was tied at the height of his ankle at the entrance of the hole. Two vented smoke bombs hung from the string. The smoke bombs were also stuffed with a few stones. There must be some movement.

He and Oscar carefully handled the trap with a knife.

"Unless there is an urgent need, don't fire."

Before entering, Oscar warned that his hollow echo echoed in the rough excavated stone space.

"Be careful of accidental injury."

Bachram followed him, the team followed them, and Oscar led the way into the rock.

They maintained a 12-point alert and went deep along the narrow passage.

Although the space did not widen, the surface of the gravel sliding beneath them began to tilt after a while, as if they had climbed to the top and started to move downwards.

Bachram painted a three-dimensional map in his mind, allowing his thoughts to prevent claustrophobia in the passage.

"We are very close to the core of the stronghold."

He whispered, only to find that his voice sounded tense and hoarse.

As he spoke, the passage became wider. After the last push, the team finally climbed out of the low and narrow opening into a complete tunnel, but the tunnel was still covered with gravel and boulders.

They stooped through a large, dark mouth full of sharp teeth and arrived in the open, where the rancid smell that had existed since they started crawling smelled particularly strong here.

This is the smell of slaughter, the smell of a massacre, the smell of a pile of waiting corpses.

After Bachram got up, he stared ahead and paused for a while.

This tunnel was a slaughterhouse. The walls and floor were covered with the remaining parts of the dozen or so dead. The body was dismembered beyond recognition, and the skull and femurs, vertebrae and ribs were scattered along the path.

Bachram's vision began to blur, his stomach began to twist, and the others around him began to gasp and retire, only Homo seemed unmoved.

"The emperor save us."

Oscar whispered, Dade muttered to himself, and the content sounded like a prayer.

Bachram forced himself to swallow the smell of bile. He saw traces of violent explosions on the ground and rock mass. Obviously someone used a grenade here, so these corpses made sense.

"Someone used a grenade"

Oscar also saw the traces of those explosions.

"These guys are really okay. In order to prevent the traces from leaking, they didn't even transport the corpse, so they stayed with the corpse for four days."

Bachram wanted to ask Oscar what to do next, but the sudden gunshot interrupted him.

Then, Oscar's hoarse sound rang.

"Casefire!"

It was Hammer, he held the gun high.

"I saw it! Something is there."

Oscar pressed the opponent's weapon hard.

"There is nothing there."

Everyone fell silent and listened.

But it turned out that Hao Mo was right.

There was a harsh roar from the cave, and the sound of boots stomping on the ground.

"They are here!"

Haomo shouted, his voice sounding like a broken echo.

"Hurry up and find a cover!"

Oscar quickly ordered, but no matter what he said next, his voice was drowned out by gunfire.

When everyone fired their guns in the dark, Bachram and Hamo, who were not equipped with night vision devices, lowered to look for cover.

Oscar yelled instructions, but Bahram only heard the rough and impactful roar of the rifle firing.

Soon, the two figures broke into everyone's sight first.

Their outfits looked similar to those of Bahram, but they had some simple armor, which seemed to be torn apart and re-sewn.

This kind of armor deck Oscar looks very similar to the armor provided by the trial. This group of people may have obtained part of the armor through ambushes or other methods, which seems a little troublesome.

They rushed in, howled wildly, and turned this place into a world of noise and bullets.

The fire light illuminates the boys' hideous faces from time to time like lightning.

Oscar also saw the shield.

One player fell, a hole was punched in his back and chest, and another fell because of a knee injury.

Bahram hid behind a stone pillar as a cover, fired with his gun, fired quickly, and hurriedly aimed.

In the fierce firefight, two attackers fell. One shot hit the head and the other hit the other person's stomach.

Oscar quickly moved down and checked the breath of the first player to fall.

But he was dead, and the blood stained Oscar's boots and knees.

Dade provided shooting cover for Oscar, but his position was relatively poor, with more than

A rain of bullets passed by him, and the bullets were so close that he felt a burning sensation on his cheeks.

At this time, Oscar heard a vague grunt from behind.

When he turned his head, he saw the player who had injured his knee before, with blood pouring out of his forehead and flowing through his eyes, and then the whole person knelt on his knees and fell to the ground.

The casualties on both sides began to increase, and a member of the other side also died behind the bunker.

The remaining people tried to withstand the offensive of the defenders, but those people used the superior firepower of armor and shields to hold them in place.

"Ok"

At this moment, Bachram seemed to feel something. He looked behind him, but he caught a glimpse of something where they came. He couldn't see what it was, but there was no doubt that there was an outline, the outline of a human figure.

But the silhouette is so high that the opponent must bend down to pass through the passage.

"heads up!"

Bachram's voice was accompanied by a warning, and then something rolled into their team.

Haomo fell heavily to the ground, cursing constantly when he fell~www.readwn.com~ Then he saw that Bachram was fighting with some big guy.

"He brought a grenade!"

Bachram roared when he was fighting with the opponent, and then drew a dagger from his belt.

Among all the equipment he has obtained, this dagger is actually his favorite equipment.

This knife is the finest and finest blade he has ever used. It is made of excellent alloy steel with moderate thickness, sharp edges and no loss of luster.

I don't know when, he suddenly became very fond of the feeling of the dagger in his hand, and the warm touch of the black handle above, but before that, he had never been a person who liked to dance with swords. x

The darkness around him seemed to have brought him into that dream again.

The same darkness, the same cold, the same sleepiness.

The only thing that changed was that the enemies he faced were not those twisted monsters, but humans.

However, there is not much difference between the two at this time. i