The Pathless on Paths---------Chapter VIII(15)
2024-03-25 来源:百合文库
Emmerich had told the group to scatter, and as they ran, the gate was busted open, busting asunder. A ban of heavily armed soldiers entered, all bearing a Giavoni emblem on their brassards.
“Aw drat...” Hunter said beside him.
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An eldow rammed into his face. Grunting in pain Karrson complied unwilling as the soldier brutally knocked him to the ground, kneeling down. He ripped Karrson’s mask off his face. Everyone of his company and of Dr. Kater’s were here, kneeling in the dust, hands bounded behind their backs, forming a ring. They were outnumbered, and so in face of the supremacy of firepower at the disposal of the Giavoni men their feeble resistance was quickly shattered, ending before ten rounds were fired. They were disarmed, their weapons now piled to the side, and then taken before the landed craft at the centre of the encampment.
Karrson spat some blood into the dust before him, the side of his face throbbing. The man elbowed him a little to hard, it would seem. He heard the sound of a hatch-door opening and looked up. A tall man in gray overalls emerged from inside the craft, followed by two more soldiers, with bars on their shoulder pads, indicating that they were officers. The gray-donning man wore a light and seemingly advanced gas mask, revealing his proud gray eyes. There was a pistol hung on his belt. He walked towards them, stopped at the centre of the ring and leaned on the armoured side of the craft.
“Aw drat...” Hunter said beside him.
* * *
An eldow rammed into his face. Grunting in pain Karrson complied unwilling as the soldier brutally knocked him to the ground, kneeling down. He ripped Karrson’s mask off his face. Everyone of his company and of Dr. Kater’s were here, kneeling in the dust, hands bounded behind their backs, forming a ring. They were outnumbered, and so in face of the supremacy of firepower at the disposal of the Giavoni men their feeble resistance was quickly shattered, ending before ten rounds were fired. They were disarmed, their weapons now piled to the side, and then taken before the landed craft at the centre of the encampment.
Karrson spat some blood into the dust before him, the side of his face throbbing. The man elbowed him a little to hard, it would seem. He heard the sound of a hatch-door opening and looked up. A tall man in gray overalls emerged from inside the craft, followed by two more soldiers, with bars on their shoulder pads, indicating that they were officers. The gray-donning man wore a light and seemingly advanced gas mask, revealing his proud gray eyes. There was a pistol hung on his belt. He walked towards them, stopped at the centre of the ring and leaned on the armoured side of the craft.