A burst of stray bullets flew out, taking away a few careless low-level collectors.
The veterans were covered in blood, and their already worn combat uniforms were in pieces like strips of cloth.
"Ah" a scream came, and another young warrior was surrounded by several insects, and was torn into pieces in the blink of an eye.
The veteran roared loudly and fired the last bullet in the magazine, which shocked the insects and had to run away temporarily.
"Battal Commander" the young soldier vomited blood.
"Stop talking, hold on, hold on."
The veteran was frantically trying to stop the gushing blood.
"Don't waste your energy, battalion commander, I know I'm going to die."
"Stop talking," the veteran yelled.
"Run away, battalion commander.
The only thing we can't defend here is the half kilogram of pork I owe you.
I won't be able to pay it back in this life."
The young soldier coughed up blood violently and spoke intermittently with difficulty.
"I really miss that pork-stewed vermicelli meal, mother."
He sighed quietly, and with the last bit of reluctance and hesitation, he finally left this world.
The veteran closed his eyes in pain and closed the eyelids of the young soldier.
This was a new soldier who had been at this outpost for less than half a year.
He came with hope.
In order to get military pay and go back to take care of his seriously ill mother, the veteran's mind could still clearly remember the energy and enthusiasm that the recruits showed on weekdays, but such a young child was cold at this time. fell in front of him.
The veteran stood up slowly and looked away at the defeated human beings.
The black insect swarm was plundering everything that could be eaten in a crushing manner.
He threw away the empty assault rifle and finally took out a dark sword hilt from his arms.
The bright yellow light blade immediately lit up his angry pupils.
He is a cyborg, a cyborg from the empire who is tired of the endless war.
A long time ago, he lost a leg in a battle.
From then on, he realized that he was willing to become an ordinary border veteran.
He had sworn never to use his abilities again or reveal his identity, but that was the end of it.
He had to do it.
This time it's not about killing, but about redemption.
The battlefield may be the destined destination of a reformed person's life.
If you can't escape, why bother?
The veteran slowly opened his eyes, and there was no trace of warmth in his strange emerald-colored vertical pupils.
The fat man was very nervous and scared.
More and more bugs broke through the simple defenses of the outpost.
Especially when a bug was killing people not far from him, he subconsciously gathered the double-barreled shotgun in his hand. , retracting hard towards the bottom of the car.
It doesn't matter if he moves.
But the monkey was squeezed out of the car.
The "big brother" monkey suddenly screamed and was grabbed by a passing reaper.
The fat man lay on the ground in fear.
He was really frightened.
As a slave catcher who has been on the edge of the wilderness all year round, their fear of insects is much stronger than most people, because they have seen too ruthless of killings.
But at this moment, in this situation, the fate of the monkey is in his hands, whether to save it or not.
It may not be possible to save someone.
And it might even cost him his life, the fat man gritted his teeth.
"Fuck you, I'll cut you to death!"
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The fat man roared like a fat dog that nimbly drilled holes.
The shotgun in his hand was pressed tightly against the reaper's hind legs.
Fear is sometimes a kind of power, especially when people overcome it and pull the trigger.
The bullets fired from the old shotgun were much more powerful than expected.
The reaper hissed in pain, and the fat man's face was splashed with bright green bodily fluids.
He touched his face, picked up the shotgun without bullets and swung it violently.
"Monkey, you are such a bastard, why don't you let me run away?"
The fat man yelled, waking up the frightened monkey.
The reaper, who came back to his senses, waved his backhand, and the jointed limbs instantly cut through the fat man's chest.
Scarlet blood splashed out like a waterfall.
"Brother", the monkey's eyes were about to burst, and he threw himself at the reaper desperately.
Beating its hard head crazily, his eyes became red and ferocious.
Nothing but madness.
No matter how timid a person is, there is something worth protecting with his life.
People die for it, but they also live for it.
Just when this second-level reaper was about to cut off the monkey's head impatiently, an inexplicable trance caused it to lose all its strength and limply fall to the ground like a dead corpse.
The bright yellow sword cut off the head in an instant and was kicked far away.
"Old man," Monkey's tone could not be told to be one of shock or panic, but he was stunned for only a short moment before desperately lifting the fat man's body.
The red blood soon filled his palms, and he cried and shook the fat man's body vigorously, "Brother, brother, you can't die, you can't die, when my mother died, you promised her that you would always take care of me. ah."
The monkey cried bitterly and buried his face in the fat man's chest, holding his body tightly with both hands.
The veteran sighed quietly, and his expression flashed with unbearability, he was late.
However, at this moment, whether it was due to the monkey's vigorous shaking, the fat man who had been silent suddenly coughed vigorously, and a pool of sticky and smelly black blood spat out from his mouth.
"What the fuck, you want to strangle me to death."
The fat man whispered weakly.
"Brother, it's great that you're not dead."
The monkey happily wiped away his tears and hurriedly helped the fat man up.
"Your brother and I are very lucky, how could I die like this."
The fat man smiled weakly, "Also, I have to finish what I promised your mother."
The monkey wiped away his tears, not knowing why he was crying.
"Old man, I didn't expect you to be an expert."
The fat man took a breath and touched his chest.
If his body wasn't fat enough, the reaper's chop would definitely disembowel him.
The veteran shook his head gently, squatted down and quickly applied the medicine to the fat man's wounds, "I'm not a master, I'm just a dying man lingering on."
"Let's go."
He then waved his hand, "We can't defend this place anymore."
"But reinforcements" the monkey wanted to say something.
"They won't come."
The veteran sighed, with a sense of expected sadness and an unexpected sense of self-blame.
"I'm so confused.
How could the military send someone to rescue us?
We are just It’s just a bunch of useless trash.”
"Escape through the gap in the northwest, where there are the fewest bugs."
"What about you?"
asked the monkey.
"I" the veteran smiled, "I have long been a damned person.
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I have lived for so many years, and I have already earned enough.
I have committed too many sins in the past, and today is a good day.
Let's pay back what I owe.
And pay it back.”
"But" "Let's go, don't look back, run away if you can, you are different from me, you still have hope."
"Old man, you have to listen to my advice.
Since this shabby place can't be defended, why are you still fighting to your death in this inhospitable place?
I know you have killed many people before, and I have killed too.
Let's catch them."
No slave has his hands stained with blood.
I think as long as he can survive, no matter how big the deal is, it doesn't matter."
The fat man gasped.
The veteran glanced at the panic-stricken crowd.
There were body parts and pieces of meat that had not been eaten by insects everywhere.
The muddy dirt road was a disgusting brown-red color.
People were afraid, struggling, fleeing, and being hunted.
The fate of this outpost has been doomed.
All of them are poor people abandoned by fate.
But at this time, where are the empire's cyborg army?
Whether they were busy fighting each other or busy plundering the land, even if they were only slightly distracted by this, such a small-scale insect tide could not even consume ten minutes of their time.
The veteran twitched his lips sarcastically.
"We both kill.
You hunt to live.
If you don't kill, you will die.
And I, we.
We kill for status, land, money, and reputation.
Killing due to greed and nature, their essence is Definitely different.”
"I don't understand."
The monkey shook his head.
But the fat man patted him on the shoulder gently, "Let's go, he has already decided."
He sighed longly, with some indescribable complexity and clarity in his eyes.
The veteran frowned and stopped talking.
And just when the fat man, with the support of the monkey, left along the path of survival opened up by the veteran.
The insects that were scattered everywhere and desperately eating seemed to have received some order and actually surrounded them.
A commander that was about the size of a pet dog, with two huge compound eyes on its head, and its wings gently trembling, emerged from the crowd.
It crossed its two jointed limbs together in a very humane posture, and opened its arms widely.
The serrated mouth was closed, like a silent mockery of the veteran.
"Where do you want to go?"
This hoarse and difficult voice was like the most terrifying alarm bell, exploding into thunder in the veteran’s mind. s: s: I missed a chapter yesterday.
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