Chapter 121 Phone Call

Yarrick looked at the captain beside him, thinking.

This captain was really too powerful. Why didn't such a powerful guy get poached by those Space Marines, but became a small captain in a newly established legion that he had never heard of.

"Throw me a gun!"

Yarrick watched the captain's men skillfully throw the guns on their backs. At first, he thought that each person carried two guns to support them, but he didn't expect that they were all prepared for this captain.

Captain Soap.

What a strange name.

There were already four or five overheated laser guns piled up under his feet, and his shooting was as efficient as a harvester in the agricultural world.

All the fleeing orcs were killed by him, and the guys who tried to fight back were killed by Captain Soap without even a chance to turn around.

Boom!

A dirty car exploded, and the orc's inferior tank was blown up by a laser gun. If this kind of thing was put on Yarick's office desk, he would never believe it.

But he did see the captain in front of him with super combat power shoot the laser gun in his hand into the gap in the armor plate and hit the shell in it.

"If Hades's nest army had you, I believe we wouldn't fight so badly."

"Haha, thank you for the compliment, I'm just a captain."

Lin Fan chatted with Yarrick while cleaning up the orcs on the battlefield. After heating up the two laser guns, Lin Fan blew a breath into the muzzle.

"Okay, now it's almost here, is there anything else to fight?"

Yarrick looked at the orcs lying dead in front of him, not knowing what to say. Maybe the orcs would give this soap captain a new title when they go back.

"And that building, where is the place where the soldiers of the last bastion fought, I think we can go in and see if there are any survivors."

"Okay, save one if you can."

Lin Fan's soldiers picked up the guns again, loaded new magazines and carried them on their backs.

Yarrick and Lin Fan, these two people in the building can be said to be unstoppable by beasts.

Yarrick's power claw easily penetrated the wall and cut the orc in half.

The chainsaw sword in Lin Fan's hand was specially made for him by Cather White Fang. It was sharp, strong, powerful, and blessed by the rune of Wodehouse.

Cutting those orcs was not much harder than cutting butter. The high-speed rotating chainsaw sword cut the orcs' armor and flesh into pieces, and the bolter in the other hand also killed other orcs who wanted to sneak attack.

"Such superb shooting skills and outstanding melee skills, the Imperial Army is really a place where talents come from."

After dealing with another batch of orcs on the floor, Yarrick loaded a new magazine for his storm arrows and was very emotional.

"No, no, you are also very strong, wielding a pair of power claws so easily."

"Hehe." Yarrick, the political commissar, suddenly felt a little sad and forced a smile.

Diliya came over, "I heard the sound of fighting upstairs."

"Then let's go."

Arik and Lin Fan quickly climbed the stairs and came to the floor that Diliya mentioned. The whole corridor was full of soldiers and orc corpses. Among them, a political commissar fell against the wall with a long machete nailed to his chest.

The chainsaw sword and the grenade pistol in his hand were tightly held. Even those soldiers who wanted to recycle their equipment had to use a lot of effort to pry them apart.

Lin Fan entered a room where five orcs fell down, and there was a soldier who lost his arm and looked at them alive.

"Hey! Can you still hear what I'm saying?" Lin Fan supported the soldier with a broken arm and watched him raise his hand and point in a direction.

It was a bloody corpse. The helmet had been crushed. The white and red were mixed together under the broken eyepiece, and the body was covered with a layer of colorful orc internal organs.

If the soldier hadn't pointed it out, Lin Fan wouldn't even notice this soldier who died miserably.

It seems to be his comrade-in-arms. Lin Fan felt a little sad. He had seen many such disabled soldiers and guys whose bodies were not complete along the way.

"Medic, treat his wounds." Looking at the unconscious soldier in front of him, Lin Fan had no good solution, so he had to look at the bloody soldier he pointed at.

Pulling the orc's body apart, Lin Fan looked at the bloody meat. He felt a little disgusted, and he couldn't do it anyway.

As if seeing Lin Fan's embarrassment, Yarrick came over to search. His black political commissar gloves were already stained with blood and meat.

Hmm, what is this?

A twisted piece of metal, Yarrick took it out and cleaned the internal organs on it. It was a metal dog tag that was twisted after being beaten.

He straightened the dog tags as much as possible and identified the words on them.

"Is there anything special?" Lin Fan came over and looked at these dog tags. There were some names and numbers written on them, but they were still a little different from Lin Fan's dog tags.

Yarrick was silent for a while, still trying to read the information carefully. After a long while, he spoke.

"The information of the soldiers on these dog tags. These are not from Hades Hive. Are they deserters from Heglas Hive? Survivors?"

Yarrick shook his head. "Maybe no one knows. Let's leave this thing to that soldier."

"But at least they are loyal to the Emperor, that's enough."

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"Yes, Captain, that's enough, you can't ask for more." Political Commissar Yarrick stopped the medic who was about to carry the soldier with the broken arm away, and tied the straightened metal dog tags to his wrist.

"Ah, more troops are coming." Lin Fan heard the noisy roar outside again, and knew that the second batch of landing troops had arrived.

The complete troops of the Casare Legion landed on the Emperor's Word Square controlled by them on a transport ship. They will strengthen the defense of Hades Hive and prepare for a counterattack.

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Yarrick returned to his office, which was actually a bunker with a table, nothing more.

The stool he sat on was just a box made of various waste materials.

Yarrick sat up, sighed softly, and picked up a phone on the table. This phone was directly connected to the factory area of ​​Domicilon underground. In the past, they communicated the production and distribution of equipment through this single-line phone.

But now, he wanted to say something different.

Beep~beep~beep~beep~

The sound of waiting made Yarrick a little irritated, and he even had the urge to hang up the phone directly.

The phone rang, and Domicilon's annoying lazy and frivolous voice came over.

"Oh, oh! My God, Political Commissar, I didn't expect you to succeed!"

"To be honest, if you fail, I really don't know how to fight on."

"The industrial zone suffered serious losses. Even if you give me the Terra Star Medal mentioned by Reid, I can't resume production, hahaha!"

Domicilon's complaining voice came through the phone. Yarrick felt that he should be angry or impatient, but he didn't, just listened to Domicilon's voice calmly.

"Ryder died."

""

The frivolous complaints disappeared all of a sudden, not even the sound of breathing could be heard, the silence was so long, it was as if the phone was disconnected.

"I will send his ashes back."

""

"He fought bravely."

"I knew he would die for his unrealistic and stupid dream."

The phone was hung up, with only the echo of beeps.

The precious scene when the orcs were invented