1583: Death Rock

In one formation, 35 clone troopers dismounted from the LAAT/I assault transport ship, and shot at the few sporadic zombie puppets in front without hesitation!

The crimson explosive beam exploded on the corpse puppet, one of which directly hit the hole pierced by the dragon's teeth in the corpse puppet's abdomen, directly blasting the corpse puppet into two pieces from here.

Immediately afterwards, there was a terrible roar from some buildings, and more corpse puppets rushed out!

But these clone soldiers didn't panic at all. They only saw the sergeant major with the green armband make a few gestures. The soldiers immediately dispersed and took their positions, and the firepower of the blaster rifles fired precisely.

They are not only accurate in marksmanship, but also have a wide field of vision. When shooting forward, their peripheral vision is also looking in other directions. A few zombie puppets who wanted to sneak up on the wall next to them were also shot in the head.

One of the clone troopers took out a device and scanned the surroundings.

"Is this here?" the clone sergeant asked.

"That's right. The fuel depot is 300 meters ahead, and one of the pipelines in the depot is right under our feet." The clone trooper replied.

"Then clear this side, and then let the engineering team come over." The clone sergeant said, "Act as a team! Within 30 minutes, clear all buildings!"

"yes!"

The clone troopers immediately dispersed and entered the buildings in groups of five. Soon there was gunfire, but it quickly subsided.

In front of these elite Kamino clone soldiers, these ordinary zombie puppets are simply a group of living targets.

A group of clone troopers came to a small two-story building, and the surrounding conditions of this building moved the hard-hearted clone troopers.

All I could see were the wreckage of at least hundreds of corpse puppets piled up around the building! There are dense bullet holes almost everywhere around, and there are a few sporadic corpses scattered around.

Obviously, there was a very fierce resistance here when the corpse puppets invaded.

A clone trooper looked up and said, "This is a bar called Skull Cup."

"Oh, I hope they're actually making cups out of skulls," said another soldier.

They looked at the gate of the bar. The metal gate was blown open with a big gap, and the gap was filled with the remains of corpse puppets. A soldier threw a grenade in the past without hesitation.

boom! ! The wreckage of the corpse was blown up and flew around, and the door was exposed.

A soldier looked at the two large corpse puppets lying at the door and the plasma cannons stitched and transplanted in their hands, and shook his head, "Poor guy, if it wasn't for a few big guys, they should still be able to persevere."

Walking into the bar, it was also a mess, with the remains of corpse puppets and mercenaries everywhere. Among the smell of burnt flesh and blood, there is also a very strong smell of alcohol.

There were countless wine bottles lying on the ground, most of them empty.

"Ha, if this is a battlefield, I'd like it." A clone soldier laughed, and while he was talking, he raised his hand and shot a corpse puppet on the stairs to the head.

They continued to scour the bar to make sure nothing slipped through the cracks. After all, when the engineering team came to work, one or two corpse puppets might be able to fatally injure those unarmed workers.

All I could see was a jukebox blowing electric sparks on one side of the bar. In the middle of the jukebox, the remains of a puppet were inserted headways. Although the machine has been destroyed, the jukebox on the side is still working, and the only thing that should be playing now is a rock song called "Crazy to Death".

On the second floor, there are more corpse puppets here, and there are still some sporadic corpse puppets wandering around.

Near the balcony, one could see the body of a burly black human. He was holding a heavy machine gun tightly in his dead hands, and bullet casings were scattered all over the ground beside him.

"These guys should be mercenaries and smugglers. I met several wanted criminals on the holographic network," said a soldier.

"In front of the geth, the wanted criminal and the president of the country are the same," another soldier said.

The sergeant came to the black body, looked at the scars on his body, and looked at the half-collapsed balcony next to it, with corpse puppets everywhere, raised his hand and closed his eyes, "He killed There are quite a few corpse puppets, very powerful guys."

"Brute bull Doku, the bounty on his head has more than 30,000 credits!" said the clone soldier who was checking his personal terminal, "There are at least 17 murders and more than 40 crimes of intentional injury on his head. "

"The last madness of a pack of beasts," said another.

"Sir! There is a situation downstairs!" someone said below.

The sergeant led the people all the way to the basement. There was a very strong smell of alcohol. The ground was covered with alcohol, and several overturned wine racks blocked the way. Outside the wine rack, there were several corpses of mercenaries. They were entangled with the remains of the corpse puppets, and even at the end they were fighting fiercely.

And in the deepest part, an old man sat leaning against the wall, holding a modified blaster rifle that had exploded in his hand. There was blood and burnt marks all over his body, and he looked like he had been injured by a blaster.

"They knocked down all the wine racks and used the smell of wine to confuse the corpse puppet's perception. It's quite clever." The sergeant said.

"He's still alive." A soldier walked over to the old man and knelt down to check, "But I'm afraid he won't live for long. Can you give him a shot of epinephrine?"

"There's no need to waste it on a dead man. Our next battle will be more difficult." The sergeant shook his head.

Deka raised his hand with difficulty, pointed to a small warehouse door on the ground next to him, and nodded slightly, as if signaling that there was something over there.

The clone trooper walked over and opened the warehouse door, only to see that it was a small space with a lot of bullets scattered on the ground. In the middle, a terrified human dancer curled up in a ball, covered in trembling.

The sergeant sighed, and he also understood what happened here, "The group of desperadoes chose to protect the only unarmed person in this bar at the last moment when they were rushed in by corpse puppets—this dancing girl."

He looked at the dying old man and the corpses at the door, and said, "No matter what kind of criminals these people were before, at least this time, they are good."

"Ho... ho..." Deka gasped for a while, as if he wanted to say something.

The clone sergeant walked over and knelt down, and said, "Speak, old man, at least someone will be able to hear the last words you want to say before you die. We will send this dancer to the rear. Besides, What else do you want to explain?"

Deka's lips moved, and with the last of his strength, he spit out a few words, "Go to your fucking Galactic Republic..." (End of this chapter)