Barbaros, northern mountains, a new frontline stronghold.
Now.
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Thick fog slowly spread over the turbid black soil of Barbaros in the early morning light, and the intermittent cries of eagles could be heard in the distance.
The poison gas outside the small stronghold was obviously much thicker than that inside. The light yellow fog was rolling uncontrollably. Any movement of any creature that entered it would cause rolling waves of fog.
Herrera stood at the entrance of the stronghold, holding a musket in his hand, a musket on his shoulder, a dagger tied to his waist, and a bulging bag full of bullets.
She was wearing a full-face gas mask that covered her entire face, and her brown eyes were looking at her other two teammates through the glass.
Kuza and Tiller were checking their equipment. Like Herrera, they were wearing full-face gas masks and were fully armed. They both held a sickle and had two daggers tied around their waists.
"Okay. We can go now."
The elder sister Liz who came to see him off nodded. She had a dark green forehead guard soaked in herbs tied around her forehead.
"Listen carefully, everyone. Your goal is to deliver this map with specific enemy ambush points and enemy supply points to the front-line headquarters in the rear."
"In order not to alert the enemy, we cannot send a large force to transport this document. Our base is currently at the forefront of the junction of human territory and alien territory, so if we send a large force, we will be exposed and easily ambushed along the way."
"To be on the safe side, we will send three teams to different frontline locations at different times to deliver the document along different routes."
"And you are the third team."
"But this doesn't mean you can relax. In fact, the lord we are facing this time is stronger and more cunning than before."
"Make sure to deliver the documents! Do you understand?!"
"I understand!"
The three of them stood at attention and saluted, then shouted in unison,
Sister Liz took a step back and looked at Herilla and the other two.
"Okay, you are all the most elite melee fighters and shooters in our stronghold. I believe you can complete this mission."
The leader saluted the three soldiers, and the door tied with sturdy logs slowly opened.
So they set off.
The same sceneries kept passing by, and the turbid, fishy-yellow poisonous fog rolled around as if it had no end. Apart from the sickle marks left by the Death Guards, there were no other signs on the road that could identify the direction.
They were marching at a rapid pace, with Kuza leading the way, Herilla walking in the middle, and Tiler on guard against the enemy coming from behind.
The information was lying safely in Herrera's arms.
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However, the disaster began to come from heaven.
A sharp sound whistled through the air, and a roaring blood-red fireball rolled over, tearing through the yellow mist!!!
It's a flaming fireball!
“Dodge!!!”
The three of them sped up madly, trying to get out of the attack range—
However, after this fireball—
— Hundreds of fireballs roared —
A roar suddenly arose, destruction came suddenly, and all living beings were wiped out.
Herrera woke up with a tinnitus.
She staggered to her feet and pushed away the two charred corpses that were lying on top of her.
Yes, after realizing that they couldn't escape, Kuza and Tiller immediately pounced on Herrera.
The reason is simple: Herrera has the information.
No matter which of the three people carries this information, the final outcome will be the same.
The other two sacrificed themselves to protect the man who held the intelligence.
The tinnitus continued and there was no time to be sad. He had been exposed and Herilla had to move immediately.
The gas mask was broken, and the dim poisonous gas kept pouring in. Herilla hastily wrapped the mask with a bandage, barely managing to slow down the flow of the poisonous gas.
There was a sharp pain in her left calf. Herrera lowered her head and saw the white bone breaking, piercing through her skin and piercing her flesh.
The blood was flowing uncontrollably.
Herilla gritted her teeth and quickly stopped the bleeding. Then, she used a dagger to cut off a piece of the sickle handle and took out a bandage.
Herrera held the other end of her calf with one hand and the part of her calf near the knee with the other.
“Crack!”
The broken calf was restored in a strange way.
Hiss—fuck!
Herrera swore a rare word.
Then she brought the sickle handle close to the calf and tied it tightly with a bandage to stabilize the broken calf.
The tinnitus subsided a little, but Herrera's lungs were still aching. The pain from her broken calf stimulated Herrera, and she was almost unconscious.
One of the muskets broke, and Herrera threw away the broken one, picked up the other and loaded it.
Without any hesitation, Herrera limped on and continued on his way.
I'm sorry, my comrade, I will definitely deliver this information.
Your sacrifice will not be in vain.
Drops of blood slid down the wound on his calf, leaving a star-dotted path on the ground.
Herrera began to feel dizzy, but fortunately she had experienced dizziness often before, so she could handle the situation.
A faint barking sounded in the fog.
A Pus Hound?!
There was a tall dead tree in front of the wasteland. Herrera did not hesitate and quickly climbed to the top of the tree with his broken leg.
The barks of the tree once again pierced the wound on Herrera's leg, but she didn't care now.
Herrera held the gun and pointed it into the distance.
Based on the sound of their barking, Herrera estimated the pack to be comprised of six or seven hounds.
Herrera slowed down her breathing, so that the poison gas could enter her lungs more slowly—
When that tiny black dot first appeared in the turbid yellow fog—
"Bang!"
“Bang! Bang!”
Gunshots rang out!
The first bullet accurately passed through the unfortunate guy's nose and entered his brain. The next two shots, one hit the hound's right eye, and the other hit its front leg while it was running wildly.
The hound that was running at high speed fell down in an instant, whimpering and rolling on the ground, splashing countless dust.
The pus-filled hounds following closely behind were startled, and the two hounds in the front were even tripped by the fallen bodies of the hounds.
Pull the trigger again.
“Bang! Bang!”
The pustule hound fell to the ground, killing two of them.
It was a misjudgment. Herrera pursed her cracked lips, lifted the hair beside her ears, and smiled.
The enemy probably thought that the one who survived the bombing was probably a strong melee fighter, so they sent out the hound, which was famous for its close combat entanglement.
These pustule hounds are indeed extremely difficult enemies when their numbers exceed those of the enemy.
If you are not careful, you will lose your life.
However, the opponent did not expect that it was he, a shooter who looked weak and could not withstand the bombardment at all, who survived.
This is why humanity will ultimately win.
You selfish, brain-crazy aliens!
You will never understand the human spirit!!!
There were four more hounds, and after realizing that there was a shooter in front of them, they began to change their trajectory and moved forward in a dazzling group zigzag shape.
If she's lucky, Herrera can shoot them before they get within range.
If you are unlucky, there is a high probability that one or two of them will be able to attack Herrera.
Bless me, Hades.
I want to live, I want to deliver this information, I want to see you again alive.
I want to hold on until the day peace comes.
Bless me.
Hades.
Bless me.
The people of Barbarus.
This is my first time writing, and I didn’t grasp the supporting roles well. I’m very sorry for that (ˇˇ)
(End of this chapter)