"Brother Hayes, how arrogant are these muscle savages?"
With difficulty, he moved a box more than two meters long to the piled place. Winter breathed a sigh of relief, then wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and looked at the Katachang people who were sitting around the lit oil barrels, who seemed to be drinking some kind of alcoholic beverage, frowned and complained.
"Is it that big guy, don't you know how to help? This is their thing!"
Hayes raised a finger and whispered:
"Forget it, how many of them are there? It seems that less than two thousand, and a group of people will not be so few. They must have suffered a defeat, so there is no need to be like them-"
"If you've been to Badab's Hell, you won't say that."
In the shadow, a cold voice sounded, which scared the two of them.
Hayes looked over carefully and found that there was a man sitting in a pile of crates, with his back facing two people, looking far less powerful than the other Katachang barbarians. He was wearing a dark green vest and military trousers, a small flat head, and a wide and strong back.
Then, the man raised one hand, and the two of them suddenly discovered that there was a finger bone in the man's hand, but the thickness was not as thick as that of a normal human. Basically, only Oglin, or... Astart had such thick fingers. The man held a short knife in the other hand, as if something was carved on the finger bone. After looking for it for a while, he continued his work in the darkness.
"Badab?"
Hayes said this name in confusion. For some reason, he felt that this mysterious Katachang man had a different temperament from other Katachang man, just like a cold obsidian hidden in a pile of magma.
"Hasn't there been a long time ago? Did you come from Badab? What happened there?"
"what happened...."
The Katachang people's voice was very cold, but they didn't seem to mind that these two were not listeners of our group.
"Usually, for ordinary people, it is a veritable hell. The bombing makes every piece of mud there burn people. The enemy is a madman who only wants to die but not survive. They aim the machine guns behind their defense lines. When someone passes by, they will fire. But this is just a pediatric department. The underground passages are ten thousand times more complex than this small mud ball. When we attack, they have countless traps. Every stone there may be transformed by demons. Every breath may bring a twisted and mutated end. When you are drowsy, the demons will whisper and sing in your ears, luring you into hell. There are countless underground fortresses, layers of bunker groups, and even the space warriors who fall into chaos will bury themselves in the mud just to ambush a group of passing soldiers."
Hays swallowed his throat, it was indeed not a battlefield he could imagine.
"We lost the 722nd Regiment in the first week of the attack, with less than 200 people left. The survivors were merged into the 31st Regiment. After less than 300 people left in the 31st Regiment, they all became part of the 2nd Regiment. So the war became a simple problem of consumption, but it won't take long for such a problem to reappear on this mud ball, and I can already smell the stench of the sub-space.
"Uh...you mean, it's the same as Badab?"
Hayes seemed very cautious. He even doubted whether this guy was a Katachanger, because the other party was so calm and cruel that he did not have the ostentatious style of the Katachanger.
"Of course, if you ask your chief, he will tell you that the war here is for victory, which is correct, but if you know nothing about what is happening outside, you can't understand that this essence is actually a matter of survival for you."
"Outside...it should be a naval battle outside. We just need to guard this place, it should be very safe."
"What does safety mean to you? The biggest disadvantage of most guards is that they like to deceive themselves. You'd better forget those fantasies that are enough to kill the general. You've made things too simple. Commanders of Astartes would not put a moving mud ball on the battlefield for no reason. This is not a sight worth taking risks. They would let heresy come to this mud ball, and then those heresies just want to kill everyone at this time. The reason is very simple. They were born for it, that's all, so think about your real mission, it's just to survive."
"Ma Bo, you're scaring these fleshy heads again."
A rough voice sounded, and Hays turned his head and saw a strong and one-eyed Katachan coming over, with a scary scar on his head almost peeling his entire face off his skull.
Hayes also had some impression of this person. He once saw the other party playing with a heavy bomb that Habrey had to lift with both hands as a dumbbell, which made him wonder if this person was a Space Marine without armor.
Hearing the voice of this person, the Katachang people named Mabo paused for a moment, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense. Hayes and Winter changed their posture uneasyly, as if they were suddenly uncomfortable, and were considering whether to leave.
Then, the man who had been facing their backs slightly turned his head, and from the side, his hard face seemed to be carved out of rocks. Then a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his lips and spoke again.
"Hak, I didn't scare them, I just told them something they should know."
"Ha, when did you have such leisure time? You can't let go of any farts on weekdays."
"His hair."
Ma Bo pointed at Hayes with a knife. Hayes took off his helmet because it was too hot to carry things.
Hack looked at Hayes' head, then nodded suddenly.
"Oh, I remember you said that Thirteen is your lucky number. I said why are you so concerned about these two chubby hairs? Hey, this guy's hairstyle is quite interesting. I will also do it another day."
Hayes and the question stood there with a embarrassed look on their faces, and then Hayes coughed lightly and said:
"If it's okay, then... then we'll leave first."
"etc."
But Ma Bo stopped him.
"I've told you so much, don't even introduce your own name?"
"Ah...well, my name is Hays, his name is Winter."
"Hays, well, although I already have enough baggage in my mind, I wouldn't mind learning anything that might be written on the tombstone. Do you want me to remember your name? If you can survive, tell me again, and by then, maybe it's just worth knowing."
The other party's tone made Hayes feel uncomfortable, as if he was bound to die, so he retorted:
"What about your name? Perhaps I can remember the names of the heroic devotees written in the Expedition Manual."
Hack suddenly laughed, and then Ma Bo smiled, but he still replied:
Chapter completed!