Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Barbarus, the northern mountains, the new frontline stronghold.

Now.

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Thick mist slowly spreads over the turbid black soil of Barbarus with the early morning light, and the intermittent cry of the turbid eagle can be heard in the distance.

The poisonous gas outside the small stronghold is obviously much thicker than inside the stronghold. The light yellow mist is rolling uncontrollably. Any movement of a creature entering it will cause rolling waves of fog.

Herrera stood at the entrance of the stronghold, holding a musket in his hand, a musket on his shoulder, a dagger tied to his waist, and a bulging bag full of bullets.

She wore a full-face gas mask that covered her entire face, and her brown eyes were looking at her two other teammates through the glass.

Kuza and Tile were checking their equipment. Like Herrera, they wore full-face gas masks and were fully armed. They both held a scythe and two daggers tied to their waists.

"That's it. You're ready to go."

Sister Liz, who came to see her off, nodded. She had a dark green forehead protector dipped in herbs tied to her forehead.

"Listen up, everyone, your goal is to send this map with specific enemy ambush points and enemy supply points to the frontline headquarters in the rear."

"In order not to alert the enemy, we cannot send out a large force to transport this document. Our base is currently at the forefront of the junction between human territory and alien territory, so if we send out a large force, we will be exposed and it is easy to encounter an ambush along the way. "

"To be on the safe side, we will send three teams to different frontline strongholds at different times to transport this document along different routes."

"And you are the third team."

"But that doesn't mean you can relax. In fact, the lord we face this time will be stronger and more cunning than before."

"The documents must be delivered! Do you understand?!"

"I understand!"

The three stood at attention and saluted, shouting in unison,

Sister Liz took a step back and looked at the three Herrera people again.

"Okay, you are all the most elite close combat fighters and shooters in our stronghold. I believe you can complete this mission."

The eldest sister saluted the three soldiers and slowly opened the door tied with strong logs.

So they hit the road.

Repeated scenery kept passing by, and the turbid yellow poisonous mist rolled, as if there was no end. Except for the sickle mark left by the Death Guard before, there were no signs on this road to identify the direction.

They were marching in a hurry, Kuza was responsible for exploring the path in front, Herrera walked in the middle, and Tile was wary of the enemy coming from behind.

That piece of information was safely placed in Herrera's arms.

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However, disaster began to fall from heaven.

A sharp sound roared through the air, and the roaring blood-red fireball rolled, tearing through the yellow mist! ! !

It's an explosive fireball!

"Dodge!!!"

The three of them accelerated wildly, trying to get out of the attack range——

However, after this fireball——

——Hundreds of fireballs roared——

There was a roar, sudden destruction, and all living beings were extinct.

Herrera woke up to a ringing in her ears.

She stood up unsteadily and pushed away the two charred corpses that fell on her.

Yes, after realizing that they could not escape, Kuza and Tiller immediately jumped on Herrera.

There was no other reason than that Herrera had that piece of information.

No matter which one of the three carries this information, the final outcome will be the same.

The other two people sacrificed their lives to protect the person with the information.

The tinnitus continued, and there was no time to grieve. She had been exposed, and Herrera had to move immediately.

The gas mask was broken, and the faint poisonous gas couldn't stop pouring in. Herrera wrapped the mask hastily with a bandage, barely managing to let the poisonous gas flow in slowly.

Her left calf felt a stinging pain. Herrera lowered her head, and the white bones broke, penetrating the skin and poking into the flesh.

The blood was flowing uncontrollably.

Herrera gritted her teeth and quickly stopped the bleeding. Then she used a dagger to cut off the scythe's pole and took out the bandage.

Herrera held the other end of her calf with one hand and the part of her calf near the knee with the other hand.

"Click!"

The broken leg recovered in a strange manner.

Hiss—fuck!

Herrera rarely cursed.

Then she put the sickle pole close to her calf and tied it tightly with a bandage to stabilize the broken calf.

The tinnitus subsided a little, but Herrera's lungs couldn't stop stinging. The pain in her broken calf stimulated Herrera, and she almost fell into coma.

No, she must send information!

One of the muskets broke, and Herrera threw away the broken one, picked up the other, and loaded the gun.

Without any hesitation, Herrera limped on and continued on her way.

I'm sorry, my comrades, I will definitely send this information.

Your sacrifice will not be in vain.

Drop by drop of blood slid down the wound on the calf, dragging a path dotted on the ground.

Herrera started to feel dizzy, but thankfully she had been dizzy before, so she could handle it.

There was a faint barking in the fog.

Is it a pustule hound? !

There was a tall dead tree in front of the wasteland. Herrera did not hesitate and quickly climbed to the top of the tree dragging her broken leg.

Barbs from the tree's bark once again dug into the wound on Herrera's leg, but now she didn't care.

Herrera held the gun and pointed it into the distance.

Based on the barking sounds, Herrera estimated the number of hounds in the pack to be around six or seven.

Herrera slowed down her breathing so that the poisonous gas could enter her lungs more slowly——

When that little black spot first appeared in the turbid yellow mist——

"boom!"

"Bang! Bang!"

Gunshots ring out!

The first bullet accurately passed through the tip of the unlucky guy's nose and entered the guy's brain. The two shots that followed, one hit the hound's right eye, and the other hit the running front leg. .

The hound running at high speed fell instantly, whimpering and rolling on the ground, splashing countless dust.

The pustule hounds that followed were startled, and the two hounds at the front even tripped over the fallen hound corpses.

Pull the trigger again.

"Bang! Bang!"

The pustule hound fell to the ground and dealt with two of them.

Her judgment was wrong. Herrera pursed her chapped lips, lifted the broken hair from her ears, and smiled.

The opponent probably thought that the person who survived the bombing was probably a strong close combat warrior, so they sent out a hunting dog that was famous for its close combat entanglement.

These pustule hounds are indeed extremely formidable enemies when they are outnumbered by their opponents.

If you are not careful, you will lose your life.

However, the other party did not expect that it was himself, a shooter who looked weak and could not withstand the bombardment, who survived.

This is why humanity will prevail.

You selfish, stupid aliens!

You will never understand these human spirits! ! !

There were four more. After realizing that there was a shooter on the opposite side, these hounds began to change their trajectory, advancing in a dazzling group "zigzag" pattern.

If she's lucky, Herrera can shoot them before entering their attack range.

If you are unlucky, there is a high probability that one or two will attack Herrera.

Bless me, Hades.

I want to live, I want to deliver this information, I want to live to see you again.

I want to hold on until the day peace comes.

bless me.

Hades.

bless me.

The people of Barbarus.

This is my first time writing, so I didn’t grasp the supporting characters well, so I’m very sorry (ˇˇ)