Chapter 692 07.691: “Tunnel Warfare”

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The shovel was halfway out from in front of Horatio, and the wet earth rustled down and landed on the tops of his boots.

Immediately afterwards, the shovel was pushed out from behind by a powerful force, and more soil rolled down.

The soil layer across the door began to loosen and fall off, and fine particles of soil fell everywhere.

The people on the opposite side seemed to realize something in an instant – only if they had dug another tunnel would they be able to insert the shovel into the soil so easily.

But in the instant that the other party’s thought flashed through his mind, Horatio had already taken action.

He raised his hand and accurately grasped the end of the shovel handle. The powerful electronic muscles of his iron hand instantly tensed up and he pulled hard.

With a loud “crash”, a human body broke out of the ground and rolled out from the back in a mess.

“There are enemies!!!” the traitor screamed in horror, his voice echoing in the narrow tunnel.

The Kriegs reacted quickly, using their engineer shovels to dig quickly to the side separated by a layer of soil.

At this time, Horatio quickly pulled out a trench knife with the Cadian Gate mark from his waist.

This knife is of special significance. It was when he entered Abridar Loyalty Academy that after the first exercise, Louise, the team leader, welcomed him to join and personally presented him with this knife.

Over the years, he has carefully maintained it and regarded it as his last weapon of self-defense.

Now, the sword is unsheathed, flashing with a cold light. With the deep bond of his comrades-in-arms, he accompanies him in this extremely dark and dangerous underground to slay the enemies of the God-Emperor.
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“Ah! Ah!!!” Horatio’s hot iron hand grasped the trench attacker’s face like a pair of pliers.

The attacker struggled desperately, his face full of fear and pain, his limbs dancing wildly, trying to break free from Horatio’s grasp.

But Horatio’s strength grew, and his iron fingers gradually crushed the steel shell on the other’s face and dug deep into his eye sockets.

The dark red plasma flowed along the groove of the iron hand like a spring, gathering into a thick pool of blood on the ground.

Poof! Horatio raised his left hand with the Cadia trench knife and thrust it into the opponent’s mouth without hesitation.

“Ugh!!” the traitor let out a shrill scream.

Horatio did not pause until the blade pierced the traitor’s brain. He twisted his wrist three times, and the traitor’s body gradually stopped twitching and fell to the ground.

In the tunnel, the traitors huddled together faced this sudden and unexpected encounter, and began a life-and-death fight in horror.

In such a narrow tunnel where one can only move forward with difficulty by bending over, the situation at this moment vividly illustrates what it means that the brave will win when two meet in a narrow road.

“Wow! Go to hell! The running dog of the false emperor!” A traitor’s eyes turned red and he pounced on Horatio ferociously like a vicious dog.

Horatio’s iron hand flashed red and hot for a moment, which was a sign that the power iron fist was about to be activated.

Puff! The next second, the activated power fist swung out with great force, like exploding a plump watermelon, and the traitor’s skull was instantly shattered. The fragments flew towards the people behind him like flying shrapnel, embedding into their armor.

Those places not covered by armor were pierced by sharp bone fragments, and blood gushed out, staining the ground red.

Horatio shouted and rushed forward with his knife.

The Cadia Trench Knife is composed of brass knuckles, blade, and tail cone, and each part is an extremely fierce weapon.

With his extraordinary strength, the thorny brass knuckles hit the next rebel’s face hard.

The sharp spikes on the front of the brass knuckles instantly pierced into his face, making four bloody holes, and then continued to rush in unstoppably.

The huge impact force smashed the ungrateful traitor’s face into pieces, his entire nose bone was deeply sunken, and after being violently squeezed by the metal, his two eyeballs fell out of the broken eye sockets.

One of the bullets hit Horatio’s no longer shiny cavalry breastplate, making a light “click” sound, and then rolled to the ground, looking particularly terrifying in the dim light. The body leaned on Horatio, but he didn’t even have time to push it away.

A rebel soldier seized the opportunity and stabbed the gap between his breastplate and shoulder with a homemade killing spike made of fine iron wire.

These sharp, crudely made weapons looked like the junk from the lower nest, and indeed they were, emitting a smell of inferior quality.

But Horatio, who still had memories of his time in the lower nest, understood that even these sharp wires twisted together by force, if they really pierced a weak point, could easily take a person’s life, or make him spend the rest of his short life suffering from tetanus and strange diseases.

Horatio reacted quickly, quickly raising his gauntlet to act as a shield in front of his left shoulder.

The indestructible gauntlet collided with the iron wire, making a crisp “clang” sound, blocking the iron wire and bending it out of shape.

At the same time, he grabbed the trench knife in his left hand, and the single-molecule blade that was polished to a shine flashed with a cold light. He thrust it into the opponent’s chest, and the traitor’s screams and blood spurted out.

Horatio was extremely strong. He lifted up the traitor by himself and pushed him onto the traitors behind him. With his overwhelming force, he pushed the group of people behind him to the ground. Their bodies piled up on top of each other and they groaned in pain.

Upon seeing this, the staff officer quickly pulled out a laser pistol from his waist.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, he was knocked away by the traitor who had dug through the soil nearby.

Sharp! The laser shot out at an angle and hit the wooden board, leaving a smoking burn mark and a pungent burning smell.

The staff officer did not panic. He skillfully took out a multi-functional knife issued by the Military Affairs Department from the scabbard of the short knife hidden under his armpit.

It was clear that after two years of trench warfare, he had already known where to best hide these small, yet very threatening close-range weapons.

The short blade popped out the moment he pressed the button, flashing a cold light in the dim light, and then was pushed into the traitor’s throat.

“Cough! Cough… Ugh…” Following a whimper, the blade stabbed into the traitor’s chin along the rubber breathing tube of the gas mask, and then the blade was flicked and cut towards the esophagus by brute force.

scoff!

The staff officer freed his hands and slammed the reckless attacker against the wooden stakes that reinforced the tunnel, causing the stakes to creak.

He used the multi-purpose knife in his hand to roughly cut the traitor’s throat, and blood gushed out, splashing on his hands and clothes.

“Um… um… hehe…” The sound of coughing up blood came out of the ruptured throat and then stopped abruptly. The traitor’s body fell limply to the ground.

The grenadier who was Horatio’s guard was about to pick up the engineer shovel and go forward to provide support when he saw his superior behind him being attacked.

As a result, this officer reacted faster than anyone else and killed the enemy cleanly and efficiently in almost an instant.

The grenadier picked up the engineer shovel and began to dig the soil around him.

Swish! After two digs, when the wall became thinner, suddenly, a gleaming dagger-like bayonet stuck out from the soil.

The grenadier reacted extremely quickly, pulling back suddenly, and the blade of the bayonet almost scratched the lens of his gas mask.

After learning that there were the pseudo-emperor’s lackeys in the adjacent passage, the people in the opposite tunnel rushed into the soil like crazy. Their movements were wild and disorderly, as if they wanted to destroy this place completely.

There was an unfortunate traitor who was doing the same thing with his colleagues, and just when one of them stabbed his whole hand into the soil by accident, the rebel felt that the upper half of his palm suddenly lost consciousness, and then a severe pain came like a tide, making his entire scalp numb.

The rebel soldier’s face showed an expression of extreme pain, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead.

The grenadier saw the hand sticking out from the soil and almost instantly swung up the shovel, cutting off the upper half of the palm with a whistling sound.

“Ah!” The scream was only half-uttered before it was abruptly interrupted. The rebel’s scream echoed in the tunnel, making people shudder.

The shovel blade was polished to be as sharp as a sword. In the narrow trench environment, whether it was chopping or stabbing, it could cause severe cutting injuries to the flesh and blood body.

(End of this chapter)