Chapter 52 - Chapter 52: 44. Noland Lee’s plan (1/2)

chapter 52: 44. noland lee’s plan

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third underground level.

the imperial army cleared out the area near the staircase and hastily set up a sturdy defense line using the grey worm barrier.

the barrier of grey worm obstacles halted the advance of the undead army.

water-cooled light machine guns were set up inside the barrier, firing through windows and using a torrent of bullets to fend off the undead.

bee syrup bombs were launched through fixed bomb launchers, accurately targeting and killing distant big skeletons.

the sticky flame thrower spewed red flames, burning piles of walking dead to ashes.

lieutenant grett, transformed into a biochemical giant, was simply a terrifying human war machine.

having fought continuously for nearly half an hour, his attacks remained sharp without any stagnation.

he moved from the left side of the hall on the third underground level to the right side with a swoosh, and then smoothly back to the left again, like a giant metal plough rolling back and forth, crushing the undead army.

this grand combat scene was captured in the eves of the wounded soldiers. transforming into flickering light and shadows on their irises.

noland lee half laid on the floor, leaning against the wall, and let out a slow breath.

next to him, sergeant mars was holding his arm, grimacing and gasping:

“ugh… i almost lost my life to that metal skeleton. luckily, i always carry a strong combat stimulant with me, otherwise, i really would have died in this ghostly place…”

noland glanced at the bandage on the arm of mars and shook his head slightly.

mars singlehandedly dealt with the metal skeleton and the self-destructing skeletons, skulking around the edge of the battlefield for more than ten minutes before taking a stimulant and returning to the front line.

he probably fell in love with army life due to the sensation and excitement of being caught between life and death…

sergeant mike adams, sitting paralyzed on the ground, complained:

“chief officer, please don’t leave us alone next time. if only you were with us, sergeant piggs wouldn’t dare to bully us…”

the expression of sergeant mars darkened, as he slammed the wall and his eyes welled up with tears:

“it’s all my fault… i’m the one who asked koben to drug piggs’ nutrient solution… koben could’ve given me away, but he didn’t… he never mentioned me… how could i face his parents… it’s all my fault…”

sergeant mike adams opened his mouth to say something comforting, but due to his simple mind, he couldn’t find the right words and looked at the former history assistant teacher instead.

noland met his gaze, shook his head, and made a gesture for silence.

there was no use in saying more.

it was better to let sergeant mars digest his negative emotions by himself.

mars was smart and adaptable, but he lacked experience and seemed a bit impulsive.

perhaps after this incident, he could understand that his first responsibility was as the commander of the squad, followed by being a brave military officer.

the atmosphere of the team became quiet, with each person thinking about their own concerns.

taking advantage of the break, noland quickly reviewed his memories relating to pim and piggs.

there was one thing he was almost certain of:

pim was indeed a death notice spy.

there wasn’t much to question about that.

piggs was assigned by pim, and his hostility and gaze were identical to pim’s. regardless of whether it was through intuition or confidence, noland would treat pim as a death notice spy.

so, if pim were to put himself in their shoes, after discovering that his subordinate had unexpectedly perished and lost his amulet, what would he want to know the most?

two points:

how piggs died and the exact whereabouts of the amulet.

concerning these two problems, noland knew the answers, and pim knew that noland knew.

so, the future development of the incident was rather clear.

pim would surely take away sin soldier number 888 to interrogate him privately at some point in time, for an irrefutable reason.

“when that time comes, the trouble i’ll face is no less than when piggs coerced me into joining death herald guild. i must be prepared and find a way to suppress that son of a bitch pim. otherwise, there will be endless trouble. now, what should i do…”