novelaction Chapter 630 The Catastrophe Arrives 6
Chapter 630 The Catastrophe Arrives 6
Chapter 630 The Catastrophe Approaches (Part 6)
The enemy was closing in, and looking back, they could vaguely see black, monster-like figures moving through the forest.
The chief's eyes hardened, and he was resigned to his fate.
"Batu! You and one of the warriors in your group take the children and go first. Ganli and Ganyi, lead the third group to protect them from behind. The rest of you, stay with me and hold them off."
Having received the task, he gritted his teeth, snatched the young children from his mother's arms, and ran forward without looking back. Gan Li and Gan Yi's eyes welled up with tears; they took one last look at their father before following him.
The remaining warriors who weren't chosen gradually slowed down.
"Auntie, grandpa? Why did you stop? Run! And you, what are you doing causing trouble again?!"
The chief, enraged, addressed a group of elders and his wife.
"We're old and can't run anymore. Let our useless old bones stay here as stumbling blocks."
The chief's wife gripped her husband's sleeves tightly with both hands, choking back tears as she said, "I won't leave! What's the point of me living if you're dead..."
The chief raised his head, took a deep breath, and blinked.
"Alright... let's fight them to the death! Let these thieves see the fighting spirit of the Goodel people!"
"listen to me--"
Two minutes later, a group of armed men appeared. The leader was the blond man.
Seeing the scene before him, his eyes widened slightly, then he quickly laughed and said, "Oh~ what's going on here? Is this a greeting gift? Your companions don't want you anymore?"
The elderly people, all over fifty years old, sat cross-legged on the ground, calmly watching the intruders who were destroying their homes.
They were armed from head to toe with black metal objects, with protective covers over their joints and vital organs. Even a layman could guess their function at a glance.
The feeling of oppression is stronger when you are on a high vantage point.
The Gooders couldn't understand the interstellar language, but they could read expressions. These people didn't take them seriously at all.
That would be great.
Although the blond man appeared relaxed on the surface, he was already on high alert. Everyone understands the saying that something unusual is bound to happen.
He glanced around discreetly, and his teammates, in perfect unison, stood in different positions with their guns, forming a circle around the group, one side facing inward and the other outward.
The blond man's lips curled into a playful smile, as if everything was under his control, just waiting for that foolish trick to be performed on stage.
He slowly squatted down an arm's length away, then found a picture of a plant and showed it to them.
"You should be familiar with each other, right?"
The teammates behind him, who understood Guderian, translated the sentence. But the old men's expressions remained blank, their faces devoid of any emotion.
The blond man stroked his chin and asked behind him, "Was your translation correct? Do they not understand?"
"Impossible! I definitely learned it from the materials!"
Is the information reliable?
……
As the two chatted away, seemingly oblivious to their own conversation, and their companions around them relaxed their guard, the elderly people gradually tensed up.
There was no pre-arranged signal. Suddenly, everyone sprang up, forcefully throwing the cinnabar powder they were clutching in their palms at the enemy's face, while their other hands swiftly pulled out the daggers hidden under their buttocks and plunged them viciously into the unarmored areas.
"what--!!!"
Those unfortunate enough to be hit experience a sharp pain in their eyes, which causes them to tear up. The pain that follows makes them scream incessantly.
These elderly and weak people, who were almost pitiful, were like ferocious wild beasts, biting their prey and refusing to let go.
They seemed to be channeling all their strength into that single thrust, so ruthlessly that the blade sank completely into the enemy's flesh. Even riddled with bullets, they clung on tightly, determined to make the wounds bigger and bigger...
The chieftain and other tribal warriors who were lying in ambush nearby also took immediate action.
The sharp claws of the rope gun cut through the air; some were deflected by helmets, some had their force diminished by protective vests, and some pierced through the intruders' thighs, arms, or necks...
Regardless of whether they hit or not, after firing, they decisively dropped their guns, grabbed their broadswords and spears, and charged out.
The blond man reacted quickly. The moment he sensed something was wrong, he leaned back to create distance, then quickly lowered his goggles and raised his gun.
Together with his other fully-fledged comrades, he quickly organized a defensive line, the laser guns firing so fast they were practically on fire.
Countless people fell one after another, but there were always those who rushed to the front.
In the end, the laser guns were running low on energy. They didn't even have time to retrieve the spare energy cartridges. And so, a hand-to-hand combat ensued.
The blond man never imagined he would find himself in such a wretched situation; it was humiliating for him. So his movements became even more brutal.
The Guderians' hatred for them was even greater; the murder of their wives, the murder of their fathers... all could now be avenged.
Even if the knife breaks, they still have fists. They don't know what pain is; all they think about is killing each other.
This aura and power instilled fear even in the self-proclaimed elite Federation soldiers, especially after they suffered concussions.
Their helmets are something special! They're made of ultra-high molecular weight polyethylene fiber! Military bulletproof helmets! They're practically immune to human impact, unless hit by a sledgehammer.
Are these people monsters?!
Am I really going to die here today...? In a place like this... by these bastards...
Seeing the stalemate, the blond man hesitated whether to resort to special measures.
Just as they were weighing their options, their opponent suddenly collapsed.
Looking around, he saw this situation continuing. The blond man realized that other forces had joined the battle. He just didn't know if they were there to help out of kindness, or if they were simply putting them aside for the time being.
In any case, this is a chance to catch our breath.
They quickly hid behind a tree and changed their weapons and ammunition.
After a short while, the environment became much quieter. A strange voice called out in their direction, "You can come out now, friends."
The blond man pondered for a moment, then slowly emerged from behind cover. The surviving team members gathered around him.
There were no longer any standing Gooders in sight; the corpses on the ground were piled up haphazardly, so many that there was no place to step.
There were a few more, seemingly left alive on purpose, still struggling. A group of unfamiliar faces were binding them.
At a glance, the blond man could tell who they were. Their physiques were different, and both their mechs and weapons were from the past. These people were either space pirates or mercenaries.
Just as he suspected, the group of people standing opposite him were the ones Lin Yaozong had hired.