Chapter 356 The Battalion Commander and the Sergeant Digging the Earth

"Father always praised you as a master of fortifications.

Zoran muttered in a low voice, squeezed a pair of gauntlets into the cracks of the rock, and then buckled hard to the outside, causing the sand and gravel to fall down.

For a moment, his movements suddenly became extremely fast, and then slowed down counterintuitively. The gravel slowly bounced from the ground. If there was a glimmer of light in this dark corridor, it would leave an afterimage like a time delay.

"I heard that your model of the fortress was the chief exhibit at the Masons' Club for a week, the venerable Barabas Dantioch," he continued.

"What's wrong?" Dantioch asked through his helmet, disassembling his own bolter. He just wanted to use it to blast open a crack in the collapsed tunnel blocking the road in front of him, but the bullet suddenly jammed.

Trusting the products of the Iron Warriors' own arsenal, he suspected that this was one of the many anomalous consequences of the Hrud's entropic fields.

"Battlecamp Commander, this shows that you understand how to build an underground bunker, right?" Zolan said, digging out two more stones and throwing them at his feet. "Can you tell me, based on common sense, how much longer do I have to dig? It feels like we have been hungry here for many days. I miss the echinoderms in the cafeteria."

"Your voice doesn't sound right," Zoran said. "It's probably a problem with the flow of time. It's fine now. By the way, I still have a quarter of a basic grenade in my bag. I'm at your command, boss."

He carefully stroked the wall with his gauntlet, feeling every weak vibration coming from the wall, and judging from it the weak points of the wall and what was brewing in the surrounding rumbling strata.

"It's my fault," Dantioch said, feeling his words hollow and weak.

"Batalion Commander..." Zoran muttered vaguely, spit out a mouthful of blood in his helmet, and groped for the battalion commander's hand. Dantioch smelled the rust.

Before they encountered this wall, the sabers they carried turned into part of the sand and stone in the tunnel. In the end, it was the flesh and blood of the Astartes that was most useful.

Dantioch disassembled the bolter, and in the darkness, inspected the interior for severe corrosion and broken parts that had never been seen before, feeling dumbfounded in his heart.

"Is this their... hiss, energy core?" Zoran spoke smoothly again. "Could entropy fields have anything to do with this?"

His fingers grabbed the soil on the ground, and then put it down painfully, letting the sand flow through his fingers. At the same time, he coughed hard, and every time he coughed, it hurt.

Dantioch cleared his throat, calmly finding his younger voice.

Even though he couldn't see Zoran, Dantioch still gave him a symbolic sideways glance: "I'll ask when I get back. Eric's personality has nothing in common with yours."

The words fell steadily, and Dantioch received no response for a moment. He patted the sergeant next to him in the dark, and received a close combat response that the sergeant subconsciously made under good training.

As long as you exert a little effort, the parts inside will fly away.

Dantioch silently knelt down and helped Zoran up. The two of them sat in the gravel together, quietly calming the beating of their four hearts.

Zoran identified the location through the sound and found the location guided by Dantioch: "Here?"

"Batalion Commander——" Zolan slowly turned his head, "I'm sorry...I..."

Then, he gestured twice and asked again: "Are you sure?"

Dantioch calculated the load-bearing and stress conditions in the surrounding tunnel environment for the last time, and breathed out slowly. "Sure."

Dantioch simply dismantled the opponent's three punches and two kicks: "Why don't you answer?"

He coughed heavily, straightened his helmet, walked to Zoran, and dug with his bare hands.

The consequences of this were one level greater than Dantioch expected. After all, his estimation in the dark was not comprehensive enough. "Come here," he murmured.

"Here," Dantioch said, tapping the spot he judged.

Zoran stepped back a certain distance, pulled the safety bolt, and remembering the position marked by Dantioch before, he aimed the grenade at the notch and threw it suddenly, then turned and ran away.

Answers two days before publication:

The day before yesterday: Bazi Tuan, the Angel of Atonement.

After blasting through that barrier, a vibration like a heartbeat was buzzing in the air around them. The unique light of the special crystals used by the Hrud people to supply energy may not appear strong to the naked eye, but the feeling it brings to them has never been so strong. It is like a viscous black fluid that pours into their stomachs. , causing a strong feeling of nausea.

Zoran poked at the soil and rocks near the spot, and there was a natural indentation there. He opened his backpack, dug out the only ordinary grenade in the dark, and weighed it in his hand.

The handle fell off, the firing pin ejected sparks from the flash cap, and the fuse quickly lit the detonator. Four seconds later, a roar caused a series of small-scale collapses, and wisps of green light came from the gaps caused by the chain reaction. Come, like a long needle piercing a tunnel, chasing Zoran's footsteps.

"Zoran," he said with a sharp warning in his voice. "Stand up for me."

Dantioch lifted Zoran from the ground. "Stand up straight," he growled, "Is your tongue sore affecting your ability to walk?"

Judging from the regular tremors in the ground, Dantioch suspected that there was some kind of giant instrument that worked intermittently nearby, or that it was a scheduled take-off and landing place for some mechanical vehicles.

"But how did you know that my model was on display?" the battalion commander asked.

His hand stopped moving, and a tremor on the wall gave him an intuition based on experience.

Zoran also cleared his throat, "My uncle is the battalion commander of the second battalion, sir. You should know him in the Stonemason Club. This time it's true."

"Pull me..."

Zoran pressed the handle, "Stand back first, battalion commander."

Dantiok squinted in his helmet, slapped Zoran's hand, and stood up first.

"Hrud common sense says that you should bring less than half a set of stasis grenades, leaving space for ordinary grenades."

"But... I really, hiss, bit my tongue..." Zoran happily got up and looked into the light-transmitting tunnel with Dantiok.

"Yes."

"No," Zoran squeezed out more words with great effort, "The tunnel... is open, isn't it?"

The smoke spread behind, and the particles floated in the air, and the outline became clear. In the collapsed hole, the faint light poured out, illuminating the armor on Zoran's back.

"Zoran," Dantioch called his name.

"Go and have a look," Dantioch said. "You still have a group that's missing a stasis grenade, right?"

"Captain!" Zoran shouted and fell to the ground. Dantioch's heart sank suddenly, until Zoran immediately pulled himself up by the rock wall, rushed out a little further, and finally fell beside him, breathing heavily with difficulty.

"According to the common sense of the Empire, if this is a fortress built under my personal supervision, you don't have to keep digging. A gun will pop out of the wall soon to relieve your suffering."

Dantioch walked back along the tunnel until he was sure he was far enough away. "Okay," he roared, and his voice echoed in the corridor.

"What about according to the common sense of the Hrud?" Zoran sighed depressedly, and his voice echoed in the long and narrow passage. This unexpected path has probably been blocked for many years, otherwise the two of them should not have attracted a bunch of Hruds to surround them after making such a commotion here.

Yesterday's: 1 is Tie Yong, 2 is Tie Shou.

I didn't expect that.