20demayo Chapter 395 Arrival at the Base Local Aboriginals
Chapter 395 Arrival at the Base Local Aboriginals
The four of them ran as fast as they could. Ogrin even ran faster than the other three. But they must have known the power of the toad. After five steps, they all fell to the ground and prayed to the God-Emperor to show up.
However, as life progressed, the imagined nuclear explosion did not come. The dull rumbling sound did not sound like an explosion, but rather the sound of thunderclouds that had not rained for a long time.
The three Catachan warriors gritted their teeth and looked behind them, only to see that the falling figure was now extremely huge, and the violent energy emitted a force that could shake the earth and mountains, and the howling wind made Rebos' cloak flutter.
And under the camouflage cloak, its silver-white metal torso glowed brightly. In addition to its two open arms, it also had four red-glowing mechanical arms closed together.
The shocking poisonous cloud that should have spread to an area one kilometer wide was now completely suppressed by the six arms of the mysterious man.
The power of the small extinction order was gradually suppressed and collapsed without anyone's understanding, until the four metal arms were completely closed.
The poisonous cloud that would kill anyone who touched it was sealed with the sound of a metal lock. Rebos held the grenade-sized blockade in both hands and said breathlessly:
“97.7%… Almost…”
This little guy really made the calm Rebos excited. This was a brand new equipment developed by him using the massive knowledge of the dark technology era.
This energy-absorbing equipment was originally designed to counter small light spears, but it almost capsized on its first use. It seems that Catachan is not just a place of talent and beauty.
"Fuck, fuck, who are you, brother? You...are you the Steel Sage from Riza?" The squad leader was dumbfounded as he thought about the streamlined armor he had never seen before.
Rebos put away the blockade, adjusted his body to a normal human size, shook his head and said:
"He's from Riza, but he's not a mechanical sage. Where is your base? What's the commander's rank? How many other troops are there nearby that we can contact?"
Several people looked at each other, and heard a rustling sound in the jungle again. They hurriedly went on alert again, but they only truly relaxed when the sentinels stepped out of the jungle in walkers.
"Fuck... Just our own people... Well, sir, this place is not safe, let's go to our bunker first."
Without giving anyone time to think, the squad leader turned around and ran away with Iron Mouth, the Blind Man and the Fatty. Everyone had nothing to say, as if when in Rome, one should adapt to the local customs and not listen to the host, one would suffer a great loss.
"Fuck, why don't these guys even wear armor?"
Benson complained for no apparent number of times, but after carrying the Iron Warrior's body, he followed reluctantly.
It took another twenty minutes to cross the forest and the river, and after cutting through countless thorns that blocked the way, they finally arrived in front of a bunker.
The squad leader sang loudly, making the sound of some wild beast, which was then echoed in the bunker, signaling everyone to come closer.
The squad leader then continued to direct everyone on how to approach the bunker to avoid being blown up by buried mines when going to see the emperor.
The dark green fortress was not big. It looked like a coffin box in the dense forest. There were shooting holes on all sides, but no other windows on it.
No plants are left within 50 meters of the bunker, and even weeds are cleared regularly, but they cannot be completely burned by wildfires, killed by sulfuric acid, and can grow even if uprooted.
"Oh my god, squad leader, you went hunting, why did you bring back a team of sentries?"
The soldiers in the bunker went out to greet them. They were all dressed very similarly, in standard military boots and trousers, with the upper body wearing as little as possible, at most wearing some fence-like armor, revealing their dark yellow but shiny muscles.
The squad leader invited everyone to enter the bunker, but because of its size, except for Rebos and the three men and Captain Alpha of the Skitarii, everyone else was on guard outside.
Everyone took off their helmets. Even though there was a temperature regulator in the power armor, Caroline's hair stuck to her forehead in this environment.
She shook her silver hair vigorously, and a few drops of sweat came out. When she opened her eyes, she found that the group of burly men were staring at her intently.
"Well.."
"Ahem... um, sir, what's the matter with you coming here?" the squad leader said after coming back to his senses.
"Are you the commander of this bunker?" asked Rebos.
"Yes, I am the squad leader of Post 78, 16th Company, Forest Apes, 27th Regiment of Catachan Jungle Warriors. I have always wanted to be a squad leader since I was a kid, so my mother changed my name to squad leader."
"Where is your political commissar?" asked Zachli.
"You are Brother Angel, right? Oh, the political commissar died tragically, taken away by the Catachan demons. There is no way to save him. If you have any questions, just ask me."
"What's the situation of the 141st Ground Rat Regiment's base?" Caroline asked.
"They, three months ago that place experienced a beast tide, and everyone evacuated in advance and moved to a new place to build a base."
"We are heading to the canyon area at 36°16'N, 117°6'E. We need the assistance of the Catachan Legion. Our data shows that the nearest one is your 78th Forest Apes Regiment." Rebos said.
"Yes, the coordinates are 36°56'N, 116°39'E, about 35 kilometers away from here. There are 11 bunkers in between to replenish supplies. I'll send the coordinates to the Thinker."
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While Rebos and the others were exchanging information, Benson and the others outside the bunker were finally able to open the hatch and breathe some fresh air.
"Fuck it... Light one to catch your breath, brother, would you like one?"
Benson distributed cigarettes to his teammates. The Skitarii around him shook their heads, indicating that they no longer needed such low-value stimulants.
Benson curled his lips and nodded, then took a deep breath and looked at the monastic troops standing guard on both sides. He thought that if there were no horrible creatures, the environment under the shade of green trees would be pretty good, at least much more pleasing to the eye than the bare nest.
"These Catachans are really awesome. They don't wear breathing masks or full body armor. Wow, awesome."
"Look at their bodies. Did they use some kind of potion to increase their size? The shortest one is half a head taller than us. The key is the muscle mass. Wow."
"Well, the stuff they used was okay. I saw that they all had a machete in their hands. I knew it was a good thing without touching it. Damn, it was a canned food..."
"So, sometimes I give you good things in order to prepare you for a more dangerous mission. This is truly a world of death. I am really enlightened."
"..."
While everyone was discussing what they had just seen and heard, and working out the golden rules for appropriate action, the rangers of the Crusader Army on the tree branches outside noticed something unusual.
The crouching camouflage system was immediately activated, adjusting the imaging power of the high-magnification holographic eyepiece. The transuranic gun then locked onto those dark green figures in the densely obstructed forest.
"Warning, a group of Orcs has been spotted in the northeast direction. There are about 30 of them. They will reach the bunker in about 110 seconds."
"Warning, 24 of them coming from the northwest, carrying heavy weapons such as missile launchers."
"Warning, southwest direction, 26 in number, 4 of which have broken away from the team, heading towards the southeast corner."
The sudden alarm prompted everyone to hurry up and mount their horses, close the hatch, raise the sentry, and warm up their weapons to prepare to meet the enemy.
"Everyone stay calm and wait for the orcs to approach within 80 meters. Improve your shooting accuracy and avoid wasting ammunition on the stacked tree trunks."
Team leader Alpha charged the plasma rapid-fire gun and used his hands and mouth to arrange the team's positions. Everyone found cover and waited for the orcs to arrive.
After a buzzing sound was heard in the forest, laser rifles, dart pistols, and storm laser guns immediately burst out with their own roars.
"Waaag...cough."
The orcs that were running wildly were shot into a sieve by the dense barrage of bullets before they could show off their power. The fire dragons that spewed refined promethium turned over and burned the orcs hiding behind the trees.
The plasma shells swept across everything, detonating the unlucky guys carrying guns and cannons, and most of the orcs were lost as soon as they came into contact.
The orcs who followed and carried ammunition immediately dropped their armor and weapons and fled in a hurry. In less than two minutes, the ferocious-looking orc company was almost wiped out, and the few remaining ones who were hiding were also killed one by one by the rangers.
"Replace the energy magazines, be on guard, and Skull go and count the orc corpses."
Rebos and others stood on the top of the bunker, looking at the messy forest. This kind of battle naturally did not require them to take action.
After all, according to the squad leader, if they can't stop the green-skinned orcs who are at the bottom of the Catachan food chain, they should just get on board and get out.
Just when everything seemed to be settled, a dull gunshot once again made everyone nervous.
The bullet was 15 centimeters long. If there was no deflection field, even if the Crusader was hit by it, he would be in great danger.
However, the flying projectiles did not hit any unit, and the refraction force field generator installed by Rebos on the think tank armor blocked the orcs' shooting in time.
What's more, Zachli, who was blind in one eye, did not have a slower reaction speed.
Leader Alpha immediately sent out hunters to capture the orcs in the forest, and then various gunshots were heard sporadically in other areas.
"zzzz...Ranger 6 suffered 44% damage and hit an orc special warfare boy."
"No. 3... 68%... Orcs... escaped... Three more... are hiding in the forest."
Captain Alpha underestimated the combat skills of these orc special forces boys, and even more so the weapons and equipment they carried.
A smart guy who knows tactics and can lurk.
After searching, it was found that the orc special warfare boy who was hit by the transuranic rifle only had a fist-sized wound on his waist and abdomen, and was eventually killed by excessive radiation.
After Rebos's examination, he finally found out that the reason for such a minor injury was because there was an animal fang as long as a palm hanging on the strap on the opponent's chest.
There was something like a deflection field installed inside that thing, but because of its low power, it was unable to completely block the shooting of the rifle. However, this situation also shocked everyone.
The rest of the equipment on the opponent is not simple stuff either. The technological level of the goggles is not inferior to that of the Crusader Rangers. The equipment is well-equipped and completely on par with them.
"It seems that there is a very smart orc technician behind this group of orcs... and to give birth to such highly intelligent orcs, there must be powerful orc warriors in the nearby star regions... or even stronger ones."
What Zakli Think Tank said makes sense. As long as there are enough orcs and a certain amount of time, several orc bosses and orc warlords will be born. However, it is different for orc technicians (great technicians).
That kind of guy is the opposite of ordinary orcs. He is a unique existence that will think about what is behind the mountain and why the gun can fire bullets. In most cases, the hunting priority of orc technicians is even higher than that of orc warlords.
"Put the recovery mission first. Set off immediately after 15 minutes of repair."
The damaged Ranger was quickly repaired and then placed on a Sentinel Walker and taken away. The Catachan warriors led by the squad leader sealed and locked every firing hole in the bunker.
The anti-aircraft guns that could not be taken away were directly sealed in the bunkers, and the air inside was evacuated to reduce the growth of fungi. Then red smoke bombs were ignited to alert the bunkers in the surrounding areas that they were under a major attack.
As night fell quietly, the danger level of the jungle increased sharply. It took the group four hours to walk the 40km straight-line distance and they were attacked by three small beast waves, including blood-stinging bees, heretic ants, and vascular worms.
The troops suffered a lot from the elusive plants, including the spray cactus, devil's teeth, strangler vine, sucker tree, windweed, and spike balls.
Although the team had sufficient manpower and sophisticated weapons, the constant fighting still drained the physical strength and energy of every soldier, and even Rebos had to go into the field to kill the enemy.
They ran all the way, fired many flares, and finally met up with the Catachan Company at the end of the remaining three kilometers. The sound of artillery fire never stopped. In the end, after sacrificing nearly 40% of the troops, they finally reached the Forest Ape stronghold of the 78th Regiment.
The Sentinels lost 4 units, the Skitarii lost 15 men, the Servo Skulls were halved, and the Infiltrators and Stalkers were all destroyed, and they were not even brought back.
When watching the familiar xx fighter plane roaring to the ground, even people like Zakli Think Tank sighed. The lights were bright, the voices were bustling, and even the Skitarii liked the crowd.
Although the base only covers an area of xx square meters, the feeling of looking up at the sky makes people feel at ease, as if the shadow pressing on their heads has finally disappeared, and the unspeakable depression has finally faded.
The side door was opened wide and everyone filed in. The pursuing animals and plants were reduced to wreckage under the intensive artillery fire. In the stronghold, men and women wearing red scarves dispersed the danger for everyone.
The light shone on the Catachan jungle warriors, and their plump muscles reflected a golden luster, as if they were oiled and waxed. Benson suddenly felt an indescribable sense of security.
"Brother Angel, hello. I am Colonel Hafali, the supreme commander of the 78th Forest Ape Regiment of Catachan Jungle Warriors. Welcome to Catachan."
The Hafali officer in front of him seemed to have some gray hair in his hair, but his body shape was not out of shape. He had a cigar in his mouth, his chest was exposed, and a sword was hung on his waist. He was as rough and wild as the dense forest of Catachan.
"Hello, Colonel Hafali. Let me introduce you to the supreme commander of our team."