Chapter 310: The Evil Army Is Approaching

Old rust, blood, the engine exudes the unpleasant smell of promethium, and the liquid dripping from the inhuman flesh mud, such a chaotic and disgusting place, great lords, loyal servants, and helpless and pathetic people gathered together.

It is in this small warehouse, from the highest to the lowest, four people, four positions are connected into a long line that is unrelated and tightly fitted. Fate is flowing, from people's hearts, palms, and unclear states to connect into a vague fate.

But no one knows that this period of time is special, painful and lucky for old Chester. When he dumped goods as usual, a batch of shameful Eldar crafts.

Because his days were awakened by the dust blown by Lord Alanbair's cloak, he entered a revengeful evil.

He is not bad at heart, and he doesn't like too many materials, because he has no actual needs and no time to leave the dark port for too long, but even so he still steals and sells those priceless, shameful things in revenge.

Then the bombing came, and the death continued. In a hurry, he was too old to squeeze into the air-raid shelter, but he found this warehouse because of this. He even had time to go to the shops and houses to take items for his own use during the gaps between bombings and before the cold winter came.

Until a thug pried open the door of the warehouse and fought with him by chance. The villain needed his flesh, blood, clothes, and supplies until the emperor's luxury car crashed into here.

He still thanked him repeatedly and said. "Emperor bless, if it weren't for your arrival, there would be no me in this place. Even if the edge of the car had rubbed my skin, it would still be good for me." His words were inexplicably negative. Lord Magron walked down from the car and said. "Poor child, lost lamb, your words are full of confusion and trouble, timid and painful."

Old Chester could feel his fatherly kindness. He had never seen his parents in his life. That feeling made him thank him subconsciously. Even if the lord did nothing, that kind of charm was unique to pious people. "Thank you, sir." Magron asked him. "Why thank me, because I am the lord?" His criticism was also very accurate. How can an old man express the value of his existence? Old Chester couldn't explain it clearly. He could only say, "I am good at clearing and counting. No matter how much goods there are, I can count them clearly, one by one." It is one of the three large camps in the rear fortress. Defense Camp 34 and the PDF stationed in it. The local 46th Defense Army was selected. There are about 20,000 troops, plus the lord's private army of 10,000, a total of 30,000. The assembling of troops, communicating at all levels, and the distribution officer still use his lord's family emblem and majesty to dispatch things in an orderly manner. It must be said that he is obviously a person who cannot be replaced, but he often thinks of himself as a lonely boat in the wind and rain. Although accompanying the king is like accompanying a tiger, he is still too vigilant. "Oh~ What a great ideal and dedication, sir, sir, but you are skinny and weak, how can you help us?" Almiron Distribution Officer was as sensitive as a venomous snake spitting out its tongue to realize that this person was similar to the lord. He would not indulge the possibility of a person reaching a high position like him, such as becoming a confidant or right-hand man of a fortress lord.

The wild snake thought for a while. "Hell, I saw hell." He suddenly changed the subject, took out a set of playing cards from his pocket, and said. "It will take some time to get there. Does anyone want to help?"

The Whipper... This term flashed through Yeshe's mind. He was almost stunned as he looked at the monster born for war. Although he was often in danger, this was his first time in war...

"Yeah, bitterness is good." He watched the car body gradually sink into the dark factory, shuttling through the interlaced conveyor belts. He came here this time just to protect the lord. He was not sure whether this bitter defense could win or delay enough time. He was a man who could not afford to gamble, which was why he was always working hard.

"A landing battle?" An old officer at the school level couldn't help asking. To be honest, the PDF here hadn't fought an infantry battle for hundreds of years. Although they had the assistance of the private soldiers brought by the lord, their soldiers seemed too lacking in combat experience.

Old Chester answered. "Because you let me see the light that I shouldn't have, even if it's all fake, just like the car will kill me if it deviates a little, but so what, the result is help, then there is no problem."

The driver hurriedly urged him, because they didn't have much time, if they didn't want to be roasted by the macro cannon, it would be better to leave here quickly, Almiron replied. "Yes, yes, yes!" He seemed impatient and irritated.

The officer looked at the destination with a telescope and said. "I didn't expect that the cosmetics my wife bought might be next to the alien evil creations ready to be sent to the nobles." His tone was a little playful, and more of his dissatisfaction with the former lord's doing so.

Almiron just sat on the uncomfortable seat of the armored car with his legs crossed. "So what, there are some unclean things in this world, and some people can take food out of the mouths of displaced people." His words were very self-deprecating, but the officer just smiled and answered. "But my wife is not a refugee, she is the most beautiful woman in the whole block, and she is also the wife of the major, how can she be compared?"

But before old Chester could answer, the "loyal" Almiron suddenly pushed the lord away and said. "Sir, stay away from this nonsense person. I have managed a port before, and there is no such employee. At least his clothes do not meet the requirements." The urgent tone certainly did not reveal his timidity, but he realized He was very close to something, and this had already hit his interests.

The soldiers nodded. "Yes, sir, that's great." Wild Snake arranged the playing cards, shuffled them like a dealer, and then said. "Draw one for me first. That one will represent the next luck. It's a very accurate divination."

The young man pointed to his neck and said. "Don't ask any questions. Let me lend you your car. Also, bring out the kettles."

However, he did not hate his hard work. His brothers also walked in here one after another, because if they wanted new stability, they had to pay something. Fortunately, the guards in this place were all idiots. His subordinates used the status of officers Entering one after another, many positions have been occupied.

"Sir, you?"

"There is no time to hesitate, sir. You would rather hide here and watch the bombing, but if you don't hinder the enemy, then those people will rush into the bunker or air-raid shelter to massacre, and don't think there will be anyone alive!" Almiron has already seen it! After clarifying the current situation, either fight or die, his words were like nails piercing into the officer's heart. The old colonel looked at the others and shouted. "Let's go!"

Vehicles, trucks, and troop carriers were moving forward against the wind and snow under thick dark clouds. Those things effectively slowed down the speed. Although the war was urgent, it still took them half a day to reach their destination. At the same time, the private soldiers of the lords who set off had already begun. Clean up here.

This place is not deserted as most people imagine. It is a place far away from the city but still inhabited. It is a logistics factory that uses its thousands of employees to meet the transportation needs of the entire city. It is a concentration of blood vessels, and there are also people nearby. There are many private houses, large and small, that have been bombed.

The major muttered to himself. "Smart guy." Then he said to the soldier driving the car. "Send him to park near the entrance and see if he can remain calm after those heretics put a gun to his head."

He sighed and said. "The enemy is about to attack. We need to set up defenses and resolve the matter, for the sake of the Emperor and this territory."

"You are an employee of the port, why have I never seen you?" This sentence caught Magron's attention. He had preached at the port, but he had never seen this old man, as he said. , must be an impressive person.

The soldiers raised their kettles doubtfully, and the officer raised a transparent glass bottle. Each person filled it up and poured a lot. Someone lifted the kettle and smelled it.

Old Chester just said categorically at this moment. "I have worked all my life for an ulterior port. I know all the flowers and plants there. Every transaction flows through my hands. Sir, this is all I have. If you need it, give it to me!" "

A truck is filled with about dozens of tall giants with muscular bones and twisted bodies. They are placed in the middle of the naked outer shed like a cross feeding trough for livestock, and stimulants, medicines, and muscles are continuously fed into them. Strengthening pills.

But no one noticed that in the crowd, a young man sneaked into the uncounted team. He arranged his military uniform. No one cared that the clothes seemed to be fake. He even got the title of non-commissioned officer for himself. , asking many people to salute him, he returned the salute one by one, and then walked into a car. The soldiers looked at the officer with flattery.

"Wild snake! This is a good thing, thank you, sir!" He immediately put his mouth to his mouth and poured the strong liquor into his internal organs. It was more to increase his courage and prevent himself from collapse. Two or three times, his cheeks turned red.

He said this so that he could always be by the lord's side, and at the same time he was indeed sleepy. Secondly, the enemy would never bomb here because they needed it here.

He became a little paranoid, and those experiences made him start to live by the creed of consequentialism, and he bent down and bowed, his old joints making a clicking sound. "Old Chester, I am happy to serve you, even for my own meager life, and also to thank the results of luck."

He couldn't help but feel a little absent-minded until the soldier who was too drunk to see the monster tugged on his clothes and asked. "Sir, ha, what did you see?"

He walked into the car. He was not used to the position next to the lord being given to a refugee, nor was he used to the strange smoke emitted by the car's engine. He was trembling and vibrating. He still tried his best to maintain his grace and endure his emotions.

The engine of the float vehicle made another sound, and the hood, which was completely twisted and unusable, was mercilessly thrown away and left in the old warehouse. They spent about half an hour, and the bombing stopped slightly. Almi Long wiped the dirt on his gloves, and found a piece of dark red flesh that couldn't be buckled for a long time like a curse. He liked this set of gloves very much, but he could only take them off in disgust and then throw them away.

Wild Snake asked as he lay on the hard seat. "What's the good of crying?" Feeling the vibration of the armored vehicle's engine again, the soldier replied blankly. "People say it's good, rich and expensive."

The dark harbor is almost ironic, hidden under people's eyes, next to people's closely related work and transportation, like rooted trees, slowly delivering goods to the hands of sellers, absolutely hidden, and at the same time no one is there. Discover.

The soldier coughed several times. "It's so painful! But it's good..."

Before Almiron could speak and wanted to refute Chester's "nonsense", the lord shouted. "Great, driver, and Mr. Almiron, please help us clean up the rude people on the engine, and then we will go to the local PDF barracks, and go to Dark Harbor in honor of Thunder and the Emperor to defend our homeland! "

The wild snake's eyes followed the armored car downwards, into what was about to become a bloody meat grinder, until his sensitive nose smelled the mixed smell of stimulants, saliva, and ink. He was a little unaccustomed to it, and his eyes followed Looking at that smell, he saw a thing full of monsters driving past him.

Wild Snake just said. "Is it bitter?"

They probably all took the food under Almiron's care and gave him a green light. In terms of human relations and sophistication, this distributor did a very good job, quite well.

Almiron, the old gentleman clenched his fists and said superficially. "Yes, sir." But he couldn't help but feel worried in his heart. His position was not so secure. For this lord, he knew very well that the person with a beautiful mouth, eloquent words and practical ability would be more likely to be squeezed out. of!

It's just a coincidence that the emperor's thread is involved. Under the leadership of old Chester, this criminal who originally went to sell his own personal gains became the hope of the war. It can even be said to be a hero?

This is a word that old Chester dare not think of, but it is actually placed in front of him. It is an excellent revenge for his former master, making the existence of Dark Harbor public, and saving people from forgetfulness. A chance to help the Emperor accomplish his great deeds.

Yes, how can they be compared? Almiron smiled bitterly. If the world really cared about those servants, he would not be so mercenary. He covered his face with his coat and said. "Fighting is your business. I wish you good luck in martial arts. Ask the driver to drive the armored vehicle to the outskirts of the dark harbor while I take a nap."

When several officers walked up to him with their heads raised, wearing dark green military uniforms similar to the imperial history, but without real bulletproof armor, and the weapons they wore were only automatic guns, such as revolvers with other handles in the belts around their waists, they naturally Bowed to this respected celebrity. "Mr. Almiron, what happened?"

A soldier nodded, and then quickly pulled out a card. It was a clown, commonly known as a ghost card. He asked. "Sir, what does this mean?"

The wild snake scratched his head. "This card is not the same, it is the only one in the deck, and it becomes our destiny, then."

said the wild snake. "There are 13 people in our car, and only one of us can make it back alive."