There were only seven soldiers left in Katachan, and the woman that Alan Bair knew was gone, and it was miserable, and Avada leaned against the wall and asked the medic to inject him with tonic or something.

There was a gaping cut in his chest, and his bones were faintly bleak, and Alan Bail really didn't know how he could walk through the forest with such a body, but the other Katachans were in a similar situation.

The smell of blood on their bodies was terrifying, and it was impossible to tell the difference between the green skin and their own blood, but instead of being bitter about the departure of their comrades, Lieutenant Colonel Arvada pressed the metal gloves against Alan Bair's shoulder.

"Thank you, thank you for your crazy and terrible plan, if it wasn't for that huge explosion that caught One-Eye's attention, I wouldn't have escaped, you saved us again."

"And, I got my own loot." Arvada pulled out a long blade, which Alan Bair recognized, he recognized, that it was the weapon of the one-eyed orcs...

"Lieutenant Colonel, you..."Alan Baier was a little worried, and couldn't help but admire the Katachans, who could win his own honor under the Bull Ghost and Snake God, if he could do it?

Lieutenant Colonel Arvada rubbed his stomach. "Is there anything to eat?"

Alan Baier took out the can and warmed it carefully, and Lieutenant Colonel Arvada did not dislike it this time, and began to feast on it with bandages, although it was doubtful that the food would fall out of the wound in his abdomen.

The rest of the Katachans, though wounded, were still in good spirits, and stood up with the support of the soldiers of the four platoons, while the staff officer left after seeing something when he had just come down, and God knows what he was going to do?

As if they didn't know what defeat was, even a survival was nothing to them, they readjusted their weapons after a meal, and soon planned to burrow into the forest to continue reconnaissance and guerrilla warfare against the Greenskins.

The soldiers were in awe of the elite of the Astral Army, who were the true line of defense of the Empire, and when they left, there were Kadia, Krieger, Valhalla, and other men and women of the Empire.

If even those people can't stop the power of evil destruction, the angels of the empire will descend and bring true fear to those enemies.

The soldiers saluted the departing Katachans, who simply walked out with their weapons in hand.

But in such a situation, a guy who was extremely ruinous and a little out of the way came, and he was holding a strange device with a carved skull, which Alan Baier looked at for a long time before he recognized it.

"Camera?"

"That's right." The staff officer holds it. "I just saw the propagandists of the Ministry of Military Affairs, and I said, I have good materials, the friendship between Katachan and the soldiers, and I help them take pictures, and we can keep a copy of the materials we get."

Then the staff officer shouted. "Does anyone want to take a picture?"

The soldiers of the fourth platoon were interested, but Katachan didn't want to, they didn't want the witchcraft to taint their souls, but the staff officer was obviously a bit thin on anyone, and after a mysterious conversation between the staff officer and Lieutenant Colonel Arvada, they agreed.

Alan Baier was a little surprised, and he approached the staff officer and asked. "What did you say?"

The staff officer replied. "I'll apply them for a hot-melt weapon, at the cost of taking pictures."

Alan Bair said. "I want it too!"

The staff officer said. "I don't think your soldiers can get close to the enemy and then come to the heat melt, I'll only meet the requirements of the troops."

Alan Baier pouted, but the staff officer did help him with a lot of things, and he didn't continue.

In this way, the Katakhams stood in the first row, and the four rows were full of 70 soldiers, and only non-commissioned officers and above could join, and Avada, Alan Baier, and the three staff officers were in the middle C position.

The heavy bomb was placed at the front, Kellan crouched beside him, stroking his old buddy, John yawned, he took a picture, and felt so-so.

Katachan felt that it was a bit of a pins and needles because he felt that it was witchcraft, and his expression was not very good, and the fools in the fourth row were very excited, as if they had not been chased by the greenskins.

The staff officer and Alan Bair hooked up and wanted to show a warm enough appearance of the Astral Army, although most of the time they were shooting each other.

The mechanical godgirl happened to pass by with a toast in her arms, covering Kailan, leaving only the loyal appearance of the heavy explosive shotgun...

The cameras are set, click, click, and now, maybe in a few years they will appear in the monthly issue of the Ministry of War, but how it will be arranged is not clear.

A strange portrait of the Astral Army landed on the camera, and the military department quickly printed it, and he made three copies of the picture, one each for the staff officer, Katachan, and Alan Bair.

Alan Bair was given the photo, which was reinforced and thickened, like a card, and the photo would be hung in their camp as a long-term memento of them.

On the site of the former No. 3 outpost, the one-eyed who had Katachan's arm cut was healed in just a few hours, but he was still distracted by the huge explosion and did not deal with the Katachan shrimp.

He touched his waist in dissatisfaction, the best thing in the position was taken away by the dead shrimp, but he would take it back and get more, crazy to say, he had a sense of anticipation about it...

Stifling his excitement, he watched the boys carry the scraps and turn this place into a new outpost, and several tin cans of fear are also being built.

One-eyed gasped for breath, feeling something special in his heart being mobilized.

Iron Tooth was not in such a wonderful mood, he was blown open by a violent explosion, and his waist was broken twice, so that he could now only stitch his stomach with iron sheets.

He is now "Iron Waist".

Iron Tooth scolded. "How did the damn shrimp come up with such a plan, my boy, my waist!"

Looking at the dark marks on the ruins, he grinned. "I've seen a shrimp spaceship bomb a planet full of shrimp, and countless shrimps are gone, and they don't care."

"What's that? Shrimp are crazy, so we love to play with them."

Iron Tooth laughed too. "The boss is right! waaagh them! ”

The boys chimed in, even though they were scarred and their guns were bent, but it wasn't worth mentioning to the greenskins, it was just an appetizer.

As long as the scrap iron is still enough, and the kid is still playing, this gathering of life will not disperse, and One-Eye stepped on the corpse of the Katachan who died in the war on the ground, stomped it with his foot, and then sucked a mouthful of blood mist.

He didn't like the smell of shrimp alive, but he liked the smell of blood and their decay, which satisfied One-Eye, just as he had lived for it all he had lived for.

The Kid is constantly carrying scraps, but this is not the core of the one-eyed plan, he has a plan that can only be thought up by knowing humans very well, and it will definitely give the shrimp a unique surprise!

He showed a smile, Iron Tooth stood upside down when he saw it, and this smile was the kind of expression he had before his victory in the arena...

He felt that the one-eyed enemy was going to be out of luck, and then turned to the boy and cursed. "Hurry up, hurry up!"

And One-Eye just slowly moved forward, looking into the distance, as if he could see the city of Karui through the dense forest.