Chapter 693 07.692: “The First to Climb”

At this moment, several fresh corpses were piled up in front of Horatio, like a temporary barrier, blocking the enemy’s way forward.

Bright red blood mixed with some other liquids gushed out from the wounds of the corpse, flowing freely on the sand, gradually gathering into a winding river of blood, emitting a disgusting odor.

“Divide a team and break through the tunnel dug by the enemy!”

The staff officer quickly understood the order and waved his arms back vigorously.

Several silent Krieg soldiers stepped forward without hesitation.

They held the dagger tightly in one hand, the blade flashing with cold light, and grabbed the engineer shovel with the other hand, holding the rough wooden handle tightly.

Then, they crouched down and rushed into the tunnel on the other side as agile as cheetahs.

The dim light was quickly swallowed up by the darkness behind them, and soon their figures disappeared into the endless darkness, leaving only the dull and rhythmic sound of footsteps, echoing in the tunnel.

Not long after, a sharp scream as if a knife pierced flesh came from deep within the tunnel, and soon fell silent again.

The entire underground space is like a huge and intricate ant nest, full of unknowns and dangers.

In order to gain the upper hand, both sides frantically dug tunnels leading to the other side’s positions.

Almost every tunnel carefully dug by the Kriegs accurately blocked the enemy’s tunnels, as if it was arranged by fate. In fact, it was a manifestation of the valuable experience that the Kriegs had summed up with countless lives in the tunnel and anti-tunnel warfare during the hundred-year civil war.

The battlefield on the ground was a tragic scene. Body after body fell in the hail of bullets, some gasping for their last breath, while others fell completely lifeless on the muddy land of the no-man’s land. Mud and blood mixed together, creating a mess.

And under the ground where the soldiers charged, the smell of blood in the tunnel became stronger and stronger, spreading in the extremely closed air, wantonly stimulating the limits of human senses.

More and more Krieg soldiers carried the Lucius laser guns steadily on their backs, holding their engineering shovels or short knives tightly in their hands, ready to deal with close combat that might break out at any time.

They crouched low and moved forward cautiously in the tunnel, taking every step with extreme caution, their eyes scanning the surroundings vigilantly, not missing any suspicious corner.

In this dim and cramped space, the excavation teams from both sides would often meet each other without warning.

In an instant, the face of the Krieg man wearing a gas mask emerged from the darkness. In the dim light, the gas mask glowed with a cold luster, faintly emitting a strange and murderous aura, as if it was a messenger walking out of the abyss of hell.

“It’s the devil of the Corpse King! The supporters of the false emperor!” Seeing this, the rebels who had crawled into the cave were frightened and turned pale. They turned around in panic and crawled out the same way they came regardless of everything.

They stumbled and pushed each other, their voices filled with fear and despair.

The Kriegs who followed closely behind pounced on the fleeing soldiers who were crowded in the cave and turned around like hungry wolves.

The sharp monomolecular blade in his hand stabbed into the rebel’s forehead without hesitation, the movement was clean and neat.

Afterwards, the Kriegs continued to move forward, stepping on the bloody corpses. Their gas masks and lenses were splattered with blood, which flashed a dark red light in the dim light, making them look like the zombies crawling out of hell in horror legends. Their appearance was extremely terrifying.

“Bang! Bang!” Two deafening noises suddenly came from the front line of the Ypres rebels, like thunder in the blue sky.

It turned out that the Krieg engineers decisively detonated the preset explosives, and the powerful impact force instantly blew open the last barrier leading to the enemy’s position.

For a moment, smoke and dust filled the air and debris flew everywhere.

More and more traitors were thrown off balance by the sudden underground attack. As their own positions were no longer safe, they did not want to be at risk of being attacked from both sides and frantically crawled out of the cave.
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The last rebel soldier had just stuck half of his body out of the cave, but in the instant, he was suddenly pulled back in by a huge and inexplicable force.

Immediately afterwards, a shrill scream was heard from the cave, which was creepy, as if there was a man-eating monster lurking in the cave.

Horatio behind him was already close to the cave. He raised his iron hand fiercely, grabbed the calf of the traitor in front of him, exerted force on his hand, and pulled the other person back. He pulled the body back like a broken bag in front of him, raised the trench knife in his left hand high, flashed a cold light, and chopped it hard into the other person’s eye socket from top to bottom.

Then, he exerted force with his wrist and twisted the blade fiercely, driving it deeper until it came out from his jaw.

Blood gushed out, flowing quickly along the blade into the soft, charred soil.

A black beetle squeezed out hurriedly from the ground, as if it was disturbed by the bloody smell. It dodged the blood that seeped into the ground in a panic, crawled hurriedly to the corner next to it, and soon disappeared into the darkness.

Horatio gasped for air through his respirator and used his hands and feet to crawl forward eagerly over the bodies.

As he crawled, he searched the rebels for several grenades, held them in his hands, and then threw them hard at the trench in front of him.

Bang, bang! As two grenades exploded, wood chips and dust flew up from the trench, and the air was filled with gunpowder smoke.

Taking advantage of the aftermath of the explosion, Horatio quickly climbed out of the trench. Almost at the same time, the Holy Blood Chainsword instantly took shape in his hand, and the chainsaw rotated at high speed, making a terrifying buzzing sound.

“Haaah!” Horatio climbed up from the ground and roared like a tiger emerging from the mountains. He picked up the chainsword and slashed at the enemy soldiers who came to support from the corner.

The high-speed rotating saw teeth instantly tore the two human bodies into several pieces, with blood and flesh splattering everywhere.

Behind him, more and more Kriegs emerged from the caves around him and poured into the trenches like a surging tide, joining the fierce battle and intercepting the enemy’s reinforcements.

Horatio took advantage of the chaotic situation, found a relatively safe opportunity, stood on the enemy’s shooting slope, and quickly observed his position.

At this time, a fierce hand-to-hand combat had broken out in the first trench in the front, with shouts and the sounds of weapons clashing intertwined.

He was standing in the enemy’s second battle trench, surrounded by smoke and flames of war.

The heroic underground commandos were the first of the two infantry regiments to successfully reach the enemy’s second trench. Their courageous actions brought an important turning point to the entire battle situation.

“Block their communication trenches! Cut off the enemy’s support to the first trench!” Horatio shouted orders at the top of his voice, trying his best not to let his voice be drowned out by the rumbling of artillery fire.

The staff officer who came out right behind him reacted quickly and skillfully blew the Krieg’s exclusive assembly whistle.

The sharp whistle pierced through the smoke and echoed on the battlefield. Soon, a grenadier commando team quickly gathered around Horatio.

Horatio glanced and saw the 1313 collar insignia on their uniforms – this meant that they were part of the only 1313 remaining members of the 93th Infantry Regiment.

Due to time constraints, the collar badges of the subsequent reinforcements did not have the embroidered mark “1313”.

“I remember the order I gave you was to guard the command center. Why are you here?”

He made such arrangements in order to leave a offspring for the few remaining members of the 1313th Regiment. Their disobedience might be related to Krieg’s tradition of facing death with indifference. Perhaps in their eyes, it was a humiliation to continue to live after being defeated and losing the flag.

Horatio frowned, looking carefully at these silent soldiers who were as cold as sculptures. They exuded the fierceness of being experienced in the battlefield. Even if you just stare at them for a little longer, you will feel chilled and have an indescribable sense of oppression.

It was as if they did not belong to this world but were evil spirits from hell.

[Maybe I’m overthinking this.] Horatio shuddered.

However, these elite forces were indeed needed at the moment, so Horatio decided to forgive them this time: “This will not happen again. Now follow me to take this position!”

(End of this chapter)