Chapter 1036: Peripheral operations (2)

After the fierce battle, the squad arrived near the sedimentation tank of the sewage treatment plant. Desmond languished with other soldiers on a moss-covered step. They had only a few minutes to rest, and then they re-approached the power station. .
Gunshots were also heard from other places, which attracted the attention of some green skins. The green skins near them disappeared.
Desmond was so embarrassed, mainly because he was also dizzy and turned by the explosion just now, while the other green devils blocked all around and were searching for loot.
"What do you want?"
Captain Boar asked Desmond, and he was turning around.
Desmond turned his head and saw that the other party was sawing the head down from an orc corpse with a serrated blade dagger.
"what?"
"One ear? One tooth? You earned it."
Desmond's stomach rolled suddenly.
The stinky green skin pus drained from the saw-mouth that the wild boar was playing with and condensed on the water like a film of oil.
"Now make no mistake, little pastor."
The other person's voice was low. He greeted Desmond's new nickname because he really looked like a priest.
"Make a mistake?"
"The wild boar is giving you a spoils. This is an honor. It belongs to the Green Devil. Don't refuse it."
"Okay, a tooth."
Desmond said, turning around, looking at the butcher.
"to make."
The wild boar agreed.
"He had good eyes just now, the first to find them."
The others hummed their noses, then watched the captain dig with the blade.
"Good look? So that's his new nickname? Good looking little pastor!"
The others laughed.
"Uh……"
Soon, the captain handed Desmond the trophy.
The thing strung on a long green blood vessel covered with black blood stains, like a small pendant, and wobbled.
Desmond couldn't refuse, took it, and tied it to his dog tag.
Every time he took a step after that, the thing would hit his chest like a rubber ball.
He was thinking, when the war was over, he immediately threw it away.
"Ok?"
The captain's voice was loud again.
"Already!"
Only then did Desmond notice that the other soldiers had built what they called a warning shrine and the green-skinned skull and limbs were nailed to the wall.
This is an effective means of intimidation. The green skins will avoid this area because of the smell of death and failure, but they still hide the grenades under the pile of corpses in case the green skins decide Come back and pick up those bodies.
This is what the wild boar often calls a win-win situation.
Desmond suddenly remembered that there was another recruit who joined him. His name was Simon.
He looked for a while and saw him while others were showing off while holding the green leather head.
The guy stooped and squatted beside his comrade who had been ripped open.
Cruelly, the soldier is still alive.
Some people said that Simon was performing the final ceremony for that person.
Afterwards, Desmond saw that Simon's hand twisted suddenly, which was not the last ceremony he had imagined.
After a short break, they acted again.
At this moment they were close to the enemy nest.
The squad moved into three parts: front, middle, and back. Desmond found that he was fighting with Field Warrior, Stupid Bird, and the other two called live stutters.
In the open space surrounded by moisture in front, there is an independent hut.
That is the location of the power supply station, and the only way to control it is to open the floodgate, provided that Ok has not smashed it inside.
But Desmond felt it was not a house, but it felt like a grave.
It was too calm. In the surrounding pool, the winding water pipes were exposed on the water like rubber boats, intertwined.
Birds flashed high above the ground, some insects crawled slowly on the walls, and some still bite holes in them.
They got close, but they found that the entrance of the power station had sunk into a pool on the right, and Desmond found a semi-submerged ladder in it.
The stupid bird led the way, and he could smell the fuel that was leaking out of his blackened flamethrower.
Stuttering showed him how to pull a piece of cloth from the clothes and soak it in the swamp water, and then make a breathing mask.
At this time, the irritating smoke released by the other team’s deliberately ignited fire at the far end of the nest had spread to them, and the green skin made a roaring roar again, but they seemed unable to distinguish the specific location of the enemy. This gave Desmond a chance.
He breathed through the damp gauze, feeling his heart beating faster, and the roar of Oak made him nervous.
waaaaagh! !
This time, his hunch worked, and after a few seconds, they rushed over.
The stupid bird cleared the entrance with his flamethrower, but they rushed out from the side corner that the team didn't even see.
As Desmond killed them, he realized that the green skins that were crying and escaping from the smoke were the smallest of the orcs.
Farts.
He remembered that they should be called that way.
But he didn't care much anymore. He stuttered and he found a passageway, and he also fought with the fierce green-skinned cubs who stabbed and stabbed at them with short spears and broken knives.
But they are not opponents of the Green Devil.
"Come here, little priest!"
Suddenly, he heard a stammer yelling at him, and then he entered the power station.
The iron bolt followed him and ran in. They could still hear the howling of the flamethrowers of the nearby birds, and they could smell the odor of the burning compound.
Now they are surrounded by violent green skin, big chunks, some with guns.
"what!"
In a blink of an eye, the live stutter was blown up by two large-caliber bullets.
When his body exploded, his left hand slammed into Desmond's shoulder.
Desmond blinked the blood in his eyes, roared and shot the orcs with guns, and the squadrons and squadrons rushed in, and also arrogantly used automatic fire to blast in this small space.
Dirty blood splashed around in this enclosed space.
waaaaaaaaaaaagh! !
A green skin rushed in front of Desmond, screamed, and raised a knife with a fat paw larger than his head.
Desmond was overwhelmed when his bullets were over.
Suddenly, the big man's movements stopped suddenly. At this time, Desmond didn't need anyone to urge him, and immediately slammed the chin protruding forward with the machete on his thigh, and the blade was stabbed from the back of his head. .
When it died, the huge mouth spasmed and bit off the end of the handle when closed.
Desmond picked up its machete, put it in his right hand, and threw away his gun.
Afterwards, he smashed the brains of the green skins with a machete, yelling like a green skin, and was even stunned by the blood of the green skins.
But in the eyes of others, Desmond was fierce, like the monsters he was slaughtering.
He lost his mind.
His clinic looks so, so far away.
Farther than before.
And he knew that he could never go back there.
not now.
Not after this.
"climb!"
At this time ~EbookFREE.me~ The stupid bird rushed in from behind, shouting to make everyone lie down.
The iron bolt fell to the ground, and by the way, Desmond was also brought down, and then the two buried their heads deeply.
Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The next second, a sun-like flame swept across our heads and burned the rest of the main building lobby.
After that, they laughed and climbed out of the nest.
The person following him looked at him like he was watching a lunatic.
Desmond knew what he looked like in their eyes at this time: slightly scorched, filthy, and covered in a layer of roasted green blood like syrup.
He doesn't care.
He didn't care what they thought.
He doesn't care about anything anymore.
He just wanted to live and kill more green skin.