Oscar pointed to a patch of weeds about half a man's height ten meters away and spoke softly.
Everyone looked and saw that the place was indeed extremely hidden. Not only was it covered with vegetation, but there was also a huge rock nearby that shielded part of it.
If you look at it from a distance, you won't see anything.
The narrow entrance to the cave is hidden among the rocks and only allows two people to enter.
Bahram carefully walked forward and took a look, and found that there was a string tied at ankle height at the entrance of the hole. Two empty smoke bombs were hung on the string. A few stones were also stuffed into the smoke bombs. If you accidentally touch it,
, there must be some movement.
He and Oscar carefully disposed of the trap with knives.
"Do not fire unless there is an urgent need."
Before entering, Oscar warned, his hollow echo echoing in the rough-hewn stone space.
"Be careful of accidental injuries."
Bahram followed him, the team followed behind them, and Oscar led the way into the rocks.
They maintained great vigilance and went deep along the narrow passage.
Although the space did not widen, the sliding surface of gravel beneath them began to slope after a moment, as if they had reached a peak and started moving downward.
Bahram drew a three-dimensional map in his mind, allowing his thoughts to avoid claustrophobia in the passage.
"We are very close to the core of the stronghold."
He whispered, but found that his voice sounded tight and hoarse.
As he spoke, the passage became wider. After a final push, the team finally climbed out of the low and narrow opening and entered a complete tunnel, but the tunnel was still full of gravel and boulders.
They bent down and passed through a dark, toothy mouth before reaching the open area. The putrid smell that had been present since they started crawling smelled particularly strong here.
It's the smell of slaughter, the smell of a massacre, the stench of a pile of corpses waiting to decay.
After Bahram stood up, he stared ahead and paused for a long time.
This tunnel was a slaughterhouse, with walls and floors covered with the decaying remains of dozens upon dozens of the dead. The bodies had been dismembered beyond recognition, with skulls and femurs, vertebrae and ribs scattered along the path.
Bahram's vision began to blur, his stomach began to twist, and others around him began to gasp and retching. Only Haomo seemed unmoved.
"The Emperor saves us."
Oscar whispered, and Dade murmured to himself, which sounded like a prayer.
Bahram forced himself to swallow the smell of bile. He saw traces of violent explosions on the ground and rock. It was obvious that someone had used grenades here - so these corpses made sense.
"Someone used a grenade..."
Oscar also saw the traces of those explosions.
"These guys are really good. In order to prevent traces from being leaked, they didn't even transport the body out. They stayed with the body like this for four days."
Bahram wanted to ask Oscar what to do next, but the sudden sound of gunfire interrupted him.
Then, Oscar's hoarse voice sounded.
"Ceasefire!"
It was Hao Mo, holding his gun high.
"I see it! There's something there."
Oscar pressed the opponent's weapon down hard.
"There's nothing there."
Everyone fell into silence and listened.
But it turned out that Hao Mo was right.
A harsh roar came from the cave, as well as the sound of boots slamming on the ground.
"They're coming!"
Hao Mo shouted, his voice sounding like a broken echo.
"Get cover quickly!"
Oscar quickly ordered, but no matter what he said next, his voice was drowned by the gunfire.
When everyone fired their guns into the darkness, Bahram and Haumo, who were not equipped with night vision goggles, ducked down to seek cover.
Oscar shouted instructions, but Bahram only heard the rough, impactful roar of the rifle as it fired.
Soon, two figures first broke into everyone's sight.
Their outfits look similar to Bahram's, but they have some simple armor that seems to have been torn apart and re-sewed.
This armor plate Oscar looks very similar to the armor provided in the trial. This group of people probably obtained part of the armor through an ambush or other means, which seems a bit troublesome.
They rushed in, roaring and howling, turning the place into a world of noise and bullets.
The firelight illuminated the ferocious faces of the boys from time to time like lightning.
Oscar also saw the shield.
One player fell with holes in his back and chest, and another fell with a wounded knee.
Bahram hid behind a stone pillar for cover and opened fire with the gun in his hand, shooting quickly and hastily aiming.
In the fierce exchange of fire, two attackers fell, one shot in the head and the other in the stomach.
Oscar moved quickly and lowered his body to check the breath of the first fallen player.
But he was already dead, and Oscar's boots and knees were stained with blood.
Dud provided shooting cover for Oscar, but his position was poor and more than three guns were firing at his position.
A hail of bullets passed by him, and the bullets were so close that his cheeks felt burning.
At this time, Oscar heard a vague mumbling sound coming from behind.
When he turned around, he saw the player who had injured his knee earlier. Blood was pouring out of his forehead and flowing through his eyes. Then he fell to his knees and fell to the ground.
The casualties on both sides began to increase, and a team member of the other side died behind the bunker.
The remaining people tried to resist the onslaught of defenders, but those people relied on the superior firepower of their armor and shields to hold them in place.
"Um?"
At this time, Bahram seemed to feel something. He looked behind him and saw something where they came from. He couldn't see clearly what it was, but there was no doubt that it had an outline, a human-shaped outline.
But the silhouette was so high that the opponent had to bend down to pass through the passage.
"careful!"
Bahram's voice sounded warning, and then something rolled into their ranks.
Hao Mo fell heavily to the ground, cursing as he fell, and then he saw Bahram wrestling with a big guy.
"He brought grenades!"
Bahram screamed while fighting with the opponent, and then pulled out a dagger from his belt.
Among all the equipment he acquired, this dagger was actually his favorite.
This knife is the most exquisite and fine blade he has ever used. It is made of excellent alloy steel, has a moderate thickness, has a sharp edge and does not lose its luster.
He didn't know when he suddenly started to like the feeling of the dagger in his hand and the warm touch of the black handle on it, but before that, he had never been a person who liked to wield daggers.
The darkness around him seemed to be brought back to that dream.
The same darkness, the same cold, the same hardship.
The only thing that changed was that the enemies he faced were not twisted monsters, but humans.
However, there is not much difference between the two at this time.