Chen Xiaoxiang hurriedly took off her poncho, unfolded it under Shen Rusong, and then turned him sideways. Chen Xiaoxiang held the corners of the poncho and dragged her backwards towards the mountain road. She shouted: "Someone is coming! Someone is coming!" There are wounded!"
How could anyone in the base station among the smoke and dust have time to respond to her? Everyone was either running for their lives in a panic or gathering horses and supplies. For a moment, shouts, horses neighing, collapse sounds and weird "squeaking" sounds were mixed together. The dust passed over her until it dispersed before soldiers came to help.
Seeing that the squad leader was brought over lying down, Xu Shengnan was stunned for a while, and when he realized it, he didn't even have time to wipe the dust off his face, and shouted: "I am a medical soldier! Lay him on his side! Lay him on his side!"
Xu Shengnan half-knelt in the mud, checking Shen Rusong on the makeshift stretcher. She tore open Shen Rusong's military uniform and saw that there was no swelling or protrusion of the skin. She was sure that there were no broken ribs. Then she exhaled and gently She slapped Shen Rusong on the back, and when he coughed up a mouthful of blood, he immediately tied a bandage around his chest and applied bruises and bruises.
"Fortunately, these inclinometer tubes are in the way." Xu Shengnan pointed to the plastic tubes that were thrown aside and flattened.
"The squad leader is fine. He was just shocked. Just take a rest and catch his breath."
At this moment, Shen Rusong still didn't know what happened in front of the gate of hell. He was helped to sit on a folding stool to breathe, and he drank half a pot of hot water before he felt relieved.
Just when Shen Rusong was breathing heavily, the frightened horse finally calmed down and the people gathered together. Seeing that more than half of the base station had collapsed, Company Commander Xia Xiaoyuan anxiously ignored whether there would be a secondary danger, and led his men to jump into the pothole to find Zhao Haiqiang, who was not sure whether he was alive or dead.
Everyone dug hard and quickly. Except for the horse watcher, everyone picked up shovels to dig out the floating soil, and finally dug out the unconscious Zhao Haiqiang in the pit.
More and more floating soil was piled up, and someone dug out a hole with a shovel. A smell spread out, and when he smelled it, his head started to hurt. The man shouted: "Poison gas! Poison gas!"
Keep the gas mask tube away from your body at any time! If the situation changes, put it on immediately! This is the iron-clad order of the Renaissance Army. The friendly troops next to the poisoned person immediately took off his mask, picked up his armpits and took him out of the pit. The personnel evacuated in a hurry, revealing the cave emerging from the floating soil.
When the light shines down, a huge dark rat head emerges from the cave. It has horns on its head, its fur is as stiff as armor, and its body as big as a calf has a pink tail swinging from the back. This giant rat Climbing onto the floating soil, the man stood up, screamed several times and then suddenly disappeared into the cave.
Xia Xiaoyuan saw all this clearly. The company commander pulled out his gun and fired at the giant rat. Several "bang bang bang" gunshots echoed in the valley.
Seeing the giant rat escape, Xia Xiaoyuan said to the veteran beside him with a livid face: "Damn, I didn't put a mask on the horse when I entered the station. The horse was startled and almost kicked a squad leader to death!"
He pressed the walkie-talkie and said in a deep voice: "Come two shifts to my position! Load the bullets!"
Zhao Haiqiang, squad leader of the 1st platoon, was receiving first aid. Shen Rusong, squad leader of the 2nd platoon, was kicked by a frightened horse and was knocked out. Platoon leader Xu Bowen could only stay where he was to take care of his own troops, watching with some speechlessness as the soldiers from other platoons rushed to fight.
Everyone's gas masks had communicators embedded in them. The soldiers held Type 80 caseless ammunition rifles to block the burrow where the giant rats were infested. Just waiting for an order, hundreds or thousands of caseless ammunition were released.
I tentatively threw a decoy pheromone bomb inside, and after waiting for a quarter of an hour, there was still no movement. Xia Xiaoyuan ordered the soldiers to spread out and inspect this communication base station, which must have become a giant rat's nest. They must find all the hidden entrances and exits!
The company commander walked back to the mountain road and looked at Zhao Haiqiang and Shen Rusong, who had woken up in the 1st platoon, lying on one side and sitting on the other. They looked like a pair of brothers in need. He sighed, thinking that this soldier would have a hard time talking, and then grabbed the field radio pager that had been set up.
"Base, base, this is Qianshan No. 21. Our department discovered the helmet rat nest at the communication base station at 1148.7 and requested a clearing order. Complete."
Just as the company commander was sending a report to the base and waiting for the next order, the two squad leaders under him stared at each other. One was lying down and the other was sitting, one was shaking because he was injured, and the other was panting because he was shocked.
Shen Rusong thought to himself that this horse's kick was really fatal. One hoof kicked the threads of his high-collared thick coat, and it hurt even when he was breathing. He rested for a long time before he had the strength to turn around and ask Zhao Haiqiang next to him. Said: "Qiangzi, do you feel better?"
Zhao Haiqiang waved his hand and said feebly: "Damn, is it okay to be buried alive for a few minutes? I'm really carrying it, I can fall into a mouse hole." He glanced at Shen Rusong and sneered: "You? Listen? He said he was kicked off by others."
Shen Rusong said depressedly: "The horse is running off the cliff; can I not pull it? Besides..."
"Hey, then why do you only pull that one horse? It's a waste of money." Zhao Haiqiang interjected, gloating about the misfortune.
"Fuck you." Shen Rusong stood up and gave Zhao Haiqiang a kick. Then he put his rifle into his arms and warned: "Go back to Class 1 and take care of you! Tell the world about this and spread it. I'll beat you up."
"Oh, I'm so scared."
"roll."
Shen Rusong swung the gun to his shoulder and was not in the mood to talk to this guy anymore. He walked to the platoon leader and asked what to do next.
"We brought a small blower to blow the irritating mist in, took off a drone to see where the helmeted rats were going to go, blocked all the exits, drove them to one place, and annihilated them in one place," Shen Rusong suggested.
This tactic is often used to clear out mutant beasts from ruins. Even if they fail to drive them to one place, the highly irritating aerosol containing top predator pheromones will definitely drive the mutant beasts at the lower end of the food chain out of their intricate lairs. Destroy them with strong firepower in favorable terrain.
Xu Bowen glanced at Shen Rusong, who was fine. He didn't ask him a more insulting question like whether he thought it would work. He nodded and agreed to let him prepare. As for the clearing order? It's impossible for the base not to send it.
Indeed, a few minutes later, the company commander received a message from the base, but it was not a casual lieutenant from some agency who told him "permission to fire", but a call from the regiment's combat staff in person.
Hearing the voice of the staff officer, Xia Xiaoyuan stood at attention, said "yes" and "understood" repeatedly, and finally ended with "resolutely complete the task".
"What happened, platoon leader?" Shen Rusong asked Xu Bowen, seeing the company commander's nervous look.
"It's normal, just cleaning the yard." Xu Bowen scratched his head and said, "Consultant Xu said there is a reserve down here and asked us to clean it up."
Shen Rusong weighed his heels and thought to himself that there was so much material hidden under his feet. Hundreds of tons of rice or hundreds of tons of ammunition? No wonder the helmeted rat builds its nest here.
It is also human nature to love to hoard food. Regardless of whether the situation is tense or not, it is the duty of the military to prepare for the next war. Extensive construction and cover of reserve depots is a major task in peacetime, and food and grass must be carried out before troops and horses are used. Modern warfare is no longer the slow-paced model of declaring war, mobilizing, and deploying troops. A total war will drop bombs behind the front lines, on the heads of workers in steel plants, next to children wearing school uniforms and riding school buses, and next to passers-by who are stuck on the road and want to go home to reunite, maybe in their Outside the car window, groups of urgently mobilized reservists were running empty-handed to the armory to receive their guns. There may be countless missiles piercing the sky over a certain city, rolling in like meteors, while on the other side, the east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees down at night, but no one will appreciate this scenery.
Therefore, when the war begins, the saturation strikes and the ensuing integrated air and space bombing will paralyze the external transportation network of all large and medium-sized cities. Even if the factories can still produce, it will be difficult to deliver goods. Only those hidden military units located in the mountains and underground will Facilities can provide the supplies needed for the war as soon as possible.
