Vera 3 is not just jungle. In fact, there are many rivers and drier plateaus divided between different jungles.
In order to expand the scope of reconnaissance and early warning, Armin decided to lead the team to a higher place.
"Understood, sir."
Armin said into the communicator:
"We will continue to detect enemy movements."
When the recruit company commander turned off his communicator, Bahram was waiting expectantly, and then Armin, dressed in silver-gray armor, slowly walked across the grass towards the team of recruits who were waiting there.
"Any new orders for us?"
Hao Mo asked excitedly. The last time he fought with the greenskins, in his words, he couldn't even warm up.
"No, we have to continue patrolling the outside of the battlefield. The chapter leader has just eliminated a large group of greenskins, but there may still be some wandering greenskin troops nearby heading towards the jungle canyon."
"But...we haven't encountered a greenskin in half an hour."
"Don't you think this is an excellent opportunity to test your reconnaissance skills? When you become official battle brothers, you must obey the discipline to perform certain tedious but necessary tasks. Maybe you are more willing to perform them.
Something else, a more honorable order?"
Armin glared at Haoma.
"Remember, recruit, orders are not to be read! They are to be followed, remember that."
They made their way up from the rainforest to the dry land on the east side. The rocky highlands gave way to a gentle slope at the base of the dormant volcano. The recruits moved along the road to higher altitudes, passing through many gravel beaches on the way.
Low-hanging clouds swept over the mountainside, giving everything the color of slate.
Bahram could even hear the chirping of birds and the rustling of other animals feeding, as well as the buzzing of insects across the tops of the grass—even as an Astarte for so long, he was often surprised.
to your keen senses.
From time to time there is a brief westerly breeze blowing gently, and on the leeward side of the rock shelter, thorny shrubs grow irregularly.
From time to time, he could smell a smell dissipating in the air, the corpses of those who had lost their fangs and claws in order to survive were rotting.
The edges of the road are littered with the remains left by the greenskins: piles of dung, abandoned bones and food scraps, broken teeth, rotten leather, and various other rags of unknown origin and purpose.
In a sense, the road itself is a scar left by the greenskins—the tracks of heavy footprints and hooves have pockmarked the surface, even causing collapses in some places.
The smell of green leather is everywhere here. It lingers in the air for a long time, rushes into the nose, and sticks to clothes.
Suddenly, Armin smelled something emitting a foul smell in the distance, so he waved the recruits off the road and headed north to find the source of the smell.
"Report to the company commander that something has been discovered!"
A few hundred meters away from the wide-grained rock, Haoma signaled that he had found something.
Oscar and Zod stood on both sides to guard with their sniper rifles, while the others went to investigate the grass.
This place has been trampled by many combat boots, and there is no doubt that a group of greenskins have passed through here.
Over the next few minutes, Armin discovered a green-skinned corpse, face down on the grass, insects buzzing around it.
Except for a few pieces of leather, the body had been stripped naked. In addition to various tattoos, there were more than a dozen bloody wounds on the exposed skin of the arms and back. It seemed that the green-skinned head had been attacked by many enemies.
"it stink."
Armin turned the alien over with his feet in disgust, and a stench instantly gushed out from its chest and abdomen, causing the recruits to turn around in disgust.
"Look at this!"
Armin snapped, and the recruits obeyed the order, covering their mouths and noses with their hands.
"What did you see?"
The recruits hesitantly gathered around the body.
"It's dead."
Hao Mo made a bold statement.
"Are you sure?"
Armin stared at him and asked.
"Yes, although the vitality of the green skin is very tough, it has begun to fester. The investigation report on alien biology says... The wounds of the living green skin will not be infected, and there is a certain substance in their blood.
Plants can stop gangrene and other blood poisoning, and they can even expose wounds directly to strong radiation, which is one of the reasons why they are such dangerous enemies, they can survive in almost any environment without fear of injury."
"very good."
Armin looked at the others again.
"anything else?"
"Its teeth are missing."
Robin spoke as the recruit leaned down to the creature's face and pulled its lips apart, exposing its exposed gums.
"Not even a single tooth left."
"So who took the tooth?"
"The greenskins have no economy and no concept of currency, but they still engage in transactions. In addition to bartering, their most commonly used equivalent is teeth."
Robin answered calmly.
"And all the weapons on it were stripped away. In addition, it looked like it had been killed, rather than being plundered after it fell down and died."
"There is a strange substance on the wound."
Bahram went on to say that he took out a short knife and scraped off a layer of something from the wound on the green skin's chest, and the white fibrous substance immediately stuck to the blade.
"spore."
Armin nodded in approval of Bahram's discovery.
"You will find it on all dead green-skinned creatures, whether they are two-legged or four-legged. Once these spores seep into the earth, there will be hundreds of times more green-skinned creatures than there are now in the next year. This is
Greenskins can become the real cause of galactic pollution! So the bodies of greenskins must be burned to ensure that the spores do not spread!
"Are these spores the tissue cells of green skin, or reproductive products like plant pollen?"
A new recruit asked.
But Armin did not answer, but looked at the winding road through the trampled grass.
Maybe the greenskins, or a group of orcs, wandered here and were attacked.
After the robbery, the survivors returned to the main force, which may have some important meaning.
"Continue to patrol eastward. We will follow this road until dark."
"What are these spores for, Captain?"
As the team walked through an uneven patch of waist-deep grass, the recruit asked again.
"I don't know, I'm not a biological sage."
Armin replied impatiently.
"But one thing is for sure, the aliens reproduce in various ways, and it will always be necessary to eradicate the traces of their existence after victory: their corpses, their buildings, their weapons, their
Culture! Only by completely destroying these will we not bring regrets to the future. Do you understand?"
"clear!"
The recruit then looked at the dead greenskin with disgust.
When the clouds covered the sun, their team set off again.