"The area ahead is open. I saw a lot of enemies. That should be a camp."
"We can set off an explosion here to cause a tremor. It'll loosen the rock above that camp and create cover for us."
Number 0 crouched on the ground, describing to the other grenadiers what lay beyond the corner five hundred meters ahead.
Grenadier 19 watched Number 0 lay out the battle plan, feeling confused and lost.
They had been in the tunnels for four hours now. They had gone so deep that they could no longer feel the tremors of shells shaking the earth above.
And the deeper they went, the more ambushes and dangers they encountered.
Along the way, they had run into dozens of machine guns and flamethrowers that suddenly emerged from the walls, but Number 0 had warned them about every one in advance.
Not to mention that an hour earlier, at a blast door, they had encountered a heavily armed patrol. The heavy armor nailed into flesh and fixed to bone was difficult even for hellguns to pierce quickly.
Yet Number 0 had still charged in with that shovel in hand, neatly slicing bullets apart and batting them back. Grenadier 19 could not understand how Number 0 had blocked even the storm of shotgun fire from those things.
And his movements did not even look fast. Every motion was simply perfect, effortless and unhurried. It made Grenadier 19 want to toss aside his hellgun, grab a shovel, and join him in close combat.
The armor, with no gaps to exploit, was pried open one piece at a time by the shovel, exposing the twisted flesh within. That armor had become the monsters' new skin, and blood flowed once it was forcibly stripped away.
*Amazing... If he really is a