"attack!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Xiaoyuan suddenly opened the iron cover of the tunnel entrance, and the soldiers nearby threw two shock bombs. The magnesium powder exploded. When the explosion occurred, several combat engineers immediately jumped in.
Military boots stepped through a thin layer of stagnant water, and against the aftershock of nine consecutive shock bullets, three fully armed veterans spread out their shields to protect each other, and their gun lights pierced the black curtain and penetrated to the end of the darkness.
"Safe!" the veterans shouted, immediately guarding the entrance.
The recruits climbed down the rusty iron ladder and joined the shield wall formation as soon as they landed. They then erected shields to fill the tunnel. The physically stronger ones were at the front, bearing the most pressure as frontline assaulters, holding the shorter ones. The Type 80 caseless rifle is mounted directly on the muzzle in the middle of the shield.
Behind them are the machine gunners who lead the squad with machine guns. They hold the assaulter tightly, with the gun mounted on the shield or simply hanging down. However, there must be an arm pushing the shoulder of the teammate in front to enhance his ability to encounter impact.
The tunnel under the base station is particularly wide, enough for two jeeps to run parallel to each other, rather than a particularly narrow indoor terrain. Maintaining a horizontal push formation will waste firepower. Only after confirming that the wall is solid and will not be attacked from the side, can the group be changed.
The shield wall array spread out and turned into a standard four-man combat team. The assaulter lowered his body to hold the shield. The machine gunner and supporter behind him were on the left and right next to the assaulter, like a wedge. The last gunner was Carrying more ordinary ammunition, or serving as a temporary medical soldier, and responsible for observing the situation in the rear.
Three combat groups, twelve people, did not advance in the form of double columns, but advanced in the shape of "pin". They did not face enemies or herds of animals holding heat/weapons or long-range firepower, so they were "pin" The glyph-shaped wedge formation can better exert firepower and withstand the impact of the beast tide.
Veterans with combat experience subconsciously walk sideways to minimize the projected area of the body. Although most of the time to eliminate mutant beasts involves shooting, advancing, breaking down doors, and throwing mines, these veterans who have experienced bloody battles in ruins know very well the consequences of making detailed mistakes in dilapidated buildings or deformed species lairs.
Shen Rusong slid down the iron ladder and gave a thumbs up to his brother above his head. He did not turn on the light hanging under the muzzle, but turned on the softer waist light. Dozens of people entered, and the light brought completely illuminated this tunnel that had lasted for a hundred years and was basically intact.
Shen Rusong entered through the hidden ventilation hole and climbed down the ladder to the more than ten meters thick soil layer, pouring layer and isolation layer that had been dug by the helmeted rats for a long time. Falling into the tunnel, Shen Rusong saw a heavy and thick oval explosion-proof door behind it. Apparently the external opening cantilever was too rusted to open, so the engineers had to open it from the inside.
The engineers were operating the huge primitive mechanical lock and struggling to turn the lever, but the explosion-proof door remained indifferent. The engineers gritted their teeth and prepared explosives to blow up the door, but were stopped at the last moment by the company commander who drove down.
"Leave it to future generations," the company commander said.
"Who should I leave it to? Aren't we the descendants?" Yang Qi wondered, not understanding what the company commander meant.
Shen Rusong turned around, and the waist light illuminated the rough cement wall. He saw the slogan that was still bright red, but could not help but fade.
He touched it lightly, picked up the dust on his hand, and sighed softly: "This is for the guerrillas."
"How did the guerrillas know there would be a reserve here?"
In the darkness, Shen Rusong sneered, stepped forward, and said, "If we lose the war, will you surrender?"
"Never surrender, surrender to it!" Liu Zixu shouted.
Shen Rusong looked back at the two people, then ran quickly to keep up with the large army, and said, "Someone will definitely find this place and open it again."
"A mouse can dig through it, but we can't do it in ten or a hundred years?"
"It will take a thousand years to fight them out! This is our land! Put up communication repeaters and move forward!"
The tunnel went straight for almost a kilometer. At the bifurcation of the road, the right side was covered by landslides of earth and rocks. An unusually strong fishy smell came from the body odor of the helmeted rat. Shen Rusong speculated that the helmeted rat, which loves digging holes by nature, dug through the isolation layer one day and built a nest in the 1148.7 communication base station.
The feet became sticky, as if there was a layer of black grease stuck to the soles of the boots, making people's movements a little sluggish. The veterans exchanged solemn looks, so Deng Feng carefully smeared the grease on the soles of the boots and took a closer look.
As soon as the oil was rolled onto his finger, it began to sprout granules, rising and falling like drums, and then turned into a drop of extremely thick asphalt-like object, wrapping part of Deng Feng's index finger, wrapping it tightly like an interesting thing. Even though Deng Feng was wearing gloves, he felt a hint of twisting force.
After just a few seconds, the grease that separated from the main body lost its activity, quickly turned gray, formed a hard shell, and lost its stickiness. It exploded into dust when lightly knocked.
"Zhi Zhu." Deng Feng's tone was slightly harsh. He had not shown any signs of stress in the previous fierce battle at the tunnel entrance, but now his breathing was quickening.
A chill ran down Deng Feng's spine. He hunched over and clutched the gun tightly. Cold sweat flowed down the bridge of his nose and under the mask. His shouts rang out throughout the tunnel.
"Fat beam!"
The veterans' expressions suddenly changed. Wang Guishui, who had been fighting for several years, swallowed his saliva unconsciously, pressed the communicator tightly and shouted:
"Zhi Zhu! Retreat! Everyone, retreat!"
The new recruits were still somewhat ignorant and retreated slowly, but the veterans just wished they had two more legs. They ran to the explosion-proof door in an instant and frantically rubbed the soles of their boots to clean them, for fear of getting a trace of the so-called "fat bundle". ".
No one dares to make direct contact with fat bundles! This complex slime mold aggregate, which is a mixture of mutated beast body fluids, putrefactive fungi, and virus colonies, is extremely sticky and can easily cover entire buildings and ruins occupied by mutated beasts! The fat bundle corrupted the city and turned it into a ghost on earth, so poisonous! Sticky! erosion! If a trace of fat bundle infects the wound, the entire limb will be amputated. If a trace of fat bundle is ingested by mistake, the intestine will be pierced and rotten, and it will be trapped in the network of fat bundles, and it will be swallowed and digested alive. Fat bundles are accompanied by mutated beasts. It is this substance that makes it difficult to rebuild the earth's surface!
"Keep the formation and defend here!" Deng Feng said sternly. He walked to the end of the team with his gun in hand and found Shen Rusong, who was looking around vigilantly.
"There are fat bundles here." Deng Feng said.
"I'll bring the flamethrower." Shen Rusong stood up to leave.
Deng Feng stopped Shen Rusong. The way he looked at the tunnel changed completely. He knew that every inch of soil here was full of danger. He stared at the black wall, and the uneven sections seemed to be alive, dancing crazily. Then, flesh sprouts sprouted, tentacles extended, and they entangled each of their comrades. No matter how hard they struggled, it was to no avail, and then they were eaten alive until their bones and flesh melted. When the black tide faded, there were only fingernails...
