Standard Terra Calendar 980.M41, Storm Field, St. Casparen Parish, Winoch Galaxy, Winoch IV
"Kay, Transcy, you lead your own team to guard the two exits of the manor. Terr, your technical team releases the servo skull to establish a surveillance area. Dress, have you seen that windmill? Take your people to build a machine gun position on it, and the armored vehicles parked in the yard, and stand by at any time."
After hearing the answers from the team leader, Hayes put the brand new communicator back to his chest and looked up at the building.
This is a mansion with a distinct national style, with golden vines coiling between the windows and the front door with a rotating silver pattern, and a huge eagle emblem, but the blood on the floor and door panels made the beauty a little dazed.
"Uncle, this house is awesome. Is the owner a noble?"
"I said, the troops are qualified!"
"Yes, company commander!"
Hayes shook his head and had no choice but to withdraw his gaze.
"This is a manor of a large landlord. It is said that he has thousands of hectares of land, almost a king. The tens of thousands of residents around him are basically their family's serfs, servants or relatives who are related to blood."
Then he recalled the burned thatched huts, the burial bones in the cage, and the houses curled up in difficult to call them, and they could only be said to be the muddy and thin corpses in the crypt.
"I heard from my father that this kind of local rich man is the most hateful!"
After finishing his speech, the young communication soldier with a long-distance communicator on his back spoke, he spat on the ground.
"It's just a man-eating demon! Company Commander, why do we come to save these things?"
Hayes sighed lightly.
"This is an order. The above orders us to evacuate the normal people here as much as possible. There was news from this big landlord family not long ago that the regiment was originally going to send a car to pick them up, but these people were determined to clean up their property and business. The master relied on his own possession of a hundred bodyguards and did not take the threat of gene thieves seriously."
"Then what else can we do? Let them go to the safe zone by themselves."
"Who told his uncle to be the bishop? The regiment headquarters asked for priority rescue of the 'national religion and relevant important figures'. Just like that, be careful. It seems that this place has been broken, but looking at the gate, there seems to be no battle... I carefully search to see if I can find some survivors, and at least I can go back to submit the job."
Hayes murmured to himself, using gestures to command the soldiers around him to aim at the windows and door cracks, and then gently push open the front door with a muzzle. As a company-level officer, Hayes insisted on using a rifle like other soldiers.
The other two teams were also on standby near the side door and entered at the same time after receiving instructions.
"No enemies."
Soon, Hayes led more than 30 soldiers into the main entrance, and saw that the foyer was still extremely luxurious. The snow-white roof was filled with countless crystal lamps, the walls were covered with glass cabinets, and there were strangely colored gem statues and rare treasures. However, under the gorgeous appearance, there were more traces of struggle - glass fragments and sprinkled blood were everywhere, and there were more ominous stains on the carpet.
As they tiptoed to the interior of the mansion, a rotten stench came from a certain direction, and Hayes felt that his bile was turning up, not because of physiological reasons, but psychological factors, which he was too familiar with.
On the countless hell battlefields that the Great Whirlpool has experienced, this smell is like a shadow of him.
This is the smell of death...
Hayes made a tactical gesture, and the soldiers around him immediately realized that there was an enemy, so they scattered to both sides of the corridor. Hayes took a few people to the restaurant where the rotten smell came from.
The door of the restaurant was open, and when Hayes saw the inside, his eyes twitched.
He finally knew where the missing landlord's family went...
The gentle landlord's head was hung on the wall, staring at fearful eyes, and his cut off hands and thighs were also nailed to the wall, and his intestines were surrounded by them.
On the ground, bone pieces were everywhere like crockery pieces. The restaurant was like a chaotic slaughterhouse, covered with bloody bones, and unrecognizable pieces of meat scattered in it, scattered in the middle of broken furniture. There was only one thing in it that was the dining table, surrounded by a pile of flesh and clean bones. Hayes saw a beautiful girl being placed on the dining table, her expensive dress was torn into strips of cloth, her snow-white skin was exposed to the air, and the dazed eyes on the pretty face stared at the ceiling without any gaze, and the fat flies were buzzing around her, and maggots were squirming on her dispersed hair, all of which was disgusting.
But what is even more disgusting is the things surrounding the dining table. They are about twenty, skinny and bony, with only dirty torn sackcloth on their bodies, and their heads are basically bare or only a few strands of dry hair left. Some people have a third hand, and are using their clawed hands to grab the bloody internal organs from the girl's cut open body, stuff them into their mouths and chew them hard, as if this is the supreme delicacy in the world, and they don't care at all. This is the noble lady who they can't even look at.
Hayes turned his head, nodded again, and made a gesture. The three soldiers immediately unloaded the grenades on their waists.
"go!"
When three grenades were thrown into the restaurant, the twenty gene thieves turned their heads neatly, revealing their blood-stained animal faces and roared.
Boom boom boom boom-
Before they could dodge, the grenades bombed and exploded, creating a deafening roar. Hayes, who was half-squatting by the door, could only cover his ears...
A few seconds later, Hayes stood up and raised his gun and walked carefully into the smoke.
Looking around, there was no movement. The monsters lay in a low voice and whispered, most of them broke their hands and feet.
Suddenly, something wet and hot dripped on Hayes' face. Hayes's eyes immediately swept across the ceiling above his head and found a black shadow hanging upside down like a bat.
He tried to raise the gun, but the shadow fell on his shoulder and pressed him to the ground.
"Damn it!"
At the critical moment, Hays swung his elbow hard and hit the thing in the face. Then he turned over and raised his gun to block the thing's claws.
The blood-stained claws scraped through the gun and rubbed sparks, which stretched towards his throat, but a bayonet pierced its body from behind in time.
Amid the howls of pain, the monster turned to the side. Hayes stood up with the help of Little Fatton, and noticed that the shriveled monster squatting on the ground was wearing the torn robe that the serfs wore the most, with deep eye sockets, teeth dyed brown by crumbs, eyes with vicious resentment unique to the aliens, blood was everywhere, and a hole was torn apart by grenade shrapnel.
But it was still roaring, with endless resentment...
"Dog-legged! Beast! Come on!"
When the soldiers pointed at it with guns, he twisted like a snake, grabbed the fragments of the wooden chair with one hand, trying to use it as a weapon.
call out--
Chapter completed!