The hot wind blew away the petals, and the red hyacinths were blooming. It was the blood that burst out from Chen Xiaoxiang's thin body. Her cheeks, which were sickly red due to the surge of adrenaline, suddenly hit the ground, and her face, which was always proud, suddenly hit the ground. Her eyes gradually lost their sparkle, and the blood from the corner of her lips flowed on the black field. Perhaps it was nourishing the land, or more likely, it was growing a weed.
Shen Rusong's numb heart was shattered to pieces. The mechanical stiffness caused by the long battle was instantly relieved, and the phantom overlapping touch when climbing the corpse mound disappeared without a trace. The tinnitus, dizziness, and pain all disappeared, and he only saw the red hyacinth floating in the pool of blood.
She was so bright...that touch of red was even better than blood.
"Xiaoxiang!"
“Chen Xiaoxiang!!!”
Shen Rusong shouted, crying sadly.
The next second, behind Shen Rusong, soldiers who were running slowly were still entering. They also saw the fallen Chen Xiaoxiang, as well as dozens or hundreds of comrades who had fallen on the eve of dawn. Holding the gun and the knife, they died together with the mutated beasts, shedding the last drop of blood on each other.
There is only grief.
Tears and snot slid down Shen Rusong's dirty cheeks. He angrily pulled off the stuffy and congested gas mask. He roared and roared because this was the only thing he could do now.
The next moment, he, together with all the Renaissance soldiers, charged, fell into battle, and died.
Shen Rusong's military boots stepped heavily on the ground where she fell. He didn't even pause for a moment. He didn't hesitate or hesitate. He rushed towards the battering circle of the violent and deformed species, facing the red that spread all over the sky. rain.
That's people's passion.
"If I die in battle,
Please hold my gun,
Bury me on a high hill
Add a beautiful flower. "
Shen Rusong gritted his teeth and discharged all the bullets from his hunting rifle. He rushed to the last five meters in front of the deformed species. When he was about to enter the strike circle, his blood boiled, and a ferocious molten fire rose from his bones. Getting up made his eyes red with excitement, and all his emotions were washed away in an instant. At this moment, he had no one else, not even himself.
He just wanted to kill this deformed wolf, this human-skinned wolf that made him extremely furious from the blood!
Blood species repel each other!
The deformed species born to fight also feel the sense of danger, which is stronger than that of the hunters who specialize in killing, and the sense of sharpness is better than that of alloy swords.
It immediately gave up on the several hunters beside it who were killing with all their strength, and instead used a sweeping sweep. The hoofs and feet that had never merged were wrapped into an extremely thick battering ram, knocking them away.
The alien-headed human face of the deformed species let out a blood-curdling scream. Even the hunter wearing earmuffs was so painful that he held his head on the spot, opened his mouth and yelled frantically to relieve the pressure, while the light infantry who rushed towards him were directly hit by the real thing. The sound waves crashed to the ground.
There was a "buzzing" in his head, and there was another sharp pain, but he was immediately drowned in rage. Blood was flowing from Shen Rusong's ears and eyes. He actually ignored the powerful roar of the deformed species. This was the face of the deformed species. A reciprocal growl when directed against the same kind.
It is using violence to cover up fear.
Fighting day and night, these clothed two-legged beasts were afraid and cowed. From the night battle to dawn, the deformed species killed dozens of Renaissance soldiers. Hiding in the hatchery, the heavy firepower advantage that the Renaissance Army was proud of completely disappeared.
But when it faced this young sergeant, it finally felt a trace of fear of death, and its hoofs and feet that were wrapped into pillars actually slowed down for a moment.
At this moment, Shen Rusongjian was able to avoid the abnormal hammer blow. He lowered his head to dodge, and the strong wind caused by his hoof feet made his forehead tremble. He slid across a few meters with a low posture, then his knees bumped, and his palms were pressed, and in the wet Jumping on the ground, he jumped towards the deformed species covered in radiation tumors and oozing poisonous pus.
The engineer shovel pierced the deformed species' back. Shen Rusong steadied his body and detached a pheromone bomb with his other hand. However, he did not use it as a round smoke bomb. Instead, he raised it and smashed the bone spurs on the deformed species' back. There was a pothole.
The irritating oily yellow liquid leaked out, but the breach was too small. Shen Rusong opened his mouth and bit it directly. The shell of the projectile broke and pricked his mouth with blood. He used his teeth to tear open the thin cast iron pieces of the projectile body. A lot of the oily yellow poisonous liquid entered his throat, and then spurted out together with blood and water.
The pain flew away, and Shen Rusong poured high-concentration pheromone liquid into the back wound of the deformed species. This pheromone mixed with trace amounts of marrow blood and disinfectant from other deformed species was lethal to any mutant beast.
As if boiling oil was put into a pot, the deformed wolf suddenly howled miserably and shook wildly.
The huge centrifugal force threw Shen Rusong down, and an ordinary human wolf corpse caught him. Shen Rusong picked up a rifle that was under the human wolf. Just when he was about to raise his hand to shoot, the deformed creature was in extreme pain. A hoof smashed the rifle, and he threw it across the hatchery.
Shen Rusong choked out blood. He was exposed to a high-radiation environment. He had no idea how many doses he had received in a few hours. He had no idea how many injuries he had sustained in the past few days. He didn't think about this at all.
Do they look like people who cherish their lives, like people who are dying in a hospital bed?
no.
"When people pass by here,
Pass my tombstone,
Everyone will say, ah, what a beautiful flower! "
Shen Rusong was now using his bare hands. He pulled out the last small butterfly knife in his boot. This knife, which was no longer than a hand, could not kill anyone with one blow, let alone one with a body shape that could be hugged by two or three bears. kind?
But once again, the still-living Jaeger stood up tenaciously and rushed towards him with his curled alloy sword crookedly, protecting Shen Rusong behind him. The overloaded exoskeleton fell into a period of low output, and they could only parry. Few have the power to fight back.
Reinforcements are coming less and less, and the battle groups of the two companies are trapped in the lair, fiercely fighting for every inch of land. Behind the crumbling door are spiders, spraying venom behind the human wolves, desperately destroying the skirmishing lines of soldiers, and then a young man Soldiers tied with grenades died together with him.
There are no mechas, no tanks, and no fighter planes here. This place is under the ruins. Every soldier must bend down and cross the cat's ear hole to reach the front line of the battle. All heavy firepower cannot reach it.
But this was no reason to retreat. No one would take a step back without three short whistles.
Dirty blood covered the edge of Shen Rusong's boots. As soon as he took a step, a few soft sounds stopped him.
Shen Rusong suddenly turned around. Chen Xiaoxiang, who was half-immersed in a pool of blood, struggled to get up. When she raised her head to face each other, the beauty mark under her eyes was deeply imprinted in Shen Rusong's eyes.
The sound of gunshots drowned out her breathing. Shen Rusong inserted the butterfly knife back into the chest strap, helped up the semi-conscious Chen Xiaoxiang, grabbed her ankles, and carried her on his shoulders.
In the thick smoke, Shen Rusong ran backwards carrying Chen Xiaoxiang who was coughing up blood. He did not desert, he wanted his dying comrades to be sent back to the rear.
The military boots trampled a huge ant to death, and the juice splashed everywhere. The soldiers who came in along the rugged potholes and sewers, their faces hidden in gas masks, and their military uniforms were in tatters, subconsciously made way for Shen Rusong, and their From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the two comrades.
Chen Xiaoxiang's short hair was flying, her already small eyes were half-opened and half-closed, and suddenly her feather-light body was swaying up and down, and a red hyacinth was floating in the hot wind.
Her warm palm was suddenly held by a strange soldier, a strange comrade, a Renaissance soldier whose blood was thicker than water, took her hand.
Shen Rusong could only hear his own heartbeat. He could not hear the sound of people coming from the tide. He could only vaguely hear someone shouting his name. When the sunlight hit his head, he stopped abruptly and knelt down. Kneeling on the ground.
"Medical soldier...Medical soldier..." The voice came from far away, and Shen Rusong felt a lightness on his shoulders. When he regained consciousness, he saw that Chen Xiaoxiang was lying on a stretcher, and her snow-white face looked like A wild smile appeared as usual.
"Monitor! Monitor!"
The ringing in his ears suddenly stopped, and Shen Rusong saw the person who had been calling his name.
Shen Rusong couldn't tell who it was. He just felt that he looked familiar and that he was a human being. That was enough.
Shen Rusong supported the man's shoulders and stood up. He looked back at the entrance of the lair. He didn't ask what happened to his class. How could the flame in his heart be extinguished?
He refused to withdraw. He held the soldier's arm with solidified blood stains, and he held it hard.
Shen Rusong saw a group of artillerymen coming here carrying ammunition boxes. His eyes began to be trance again. In the double image, each soldier turned into a group of soldiers. He rubbed his eyes, but it was those carrying ammunition boxes on their backs. artillery.
They want to send in mortars to use as grenades, and use high explosives to kill the deformed species and clear out the hatcheries.
Without any instructions, Shen Rusong pushed Yang Tian away who was about to carry him to the medical tent. He picked up the ammunition box and got back into the lair.
In the hatchery, only three of the original eleven hunters were left. They cut off the five hoofs and feet of the deformed human wolf, chopped the alien-headed wolf face into minced meat, and the alien-headed human face burst out with tumors layer by layer. , spitting out a long barbed tongue, knocked down another Jaeger, and tore them in half in mid-air.
Reinforcements arrived belatedly, and the troops failed to drive out the deformed creature, and the hunters were unable to kill it. In the hatchery, deformed wolves receive maximum combat benefits.
Mortar shells and large-caliber artillery shells had their fuses removed and piled up into a wall. Regardless of the engineers or infantry, they were frantically transporting these shells that were supposed to be fired.
There were also military explosives. The explosives that should be stored safely were also moved in boxes after boxes. Everyone realized that they were going to die together.
So what?
Shen Rusong put on a gas mask and pumped oxygen into his lungs. He picked up the explosion-proof shield, and together with the people who regarded death as home, they formed a shield wall and moved forward, isolating the deformed species, and watched the three hunters holding With his sword in hand, he fought against the deformed species that seemed to never tire of it.
The shells were piled up like bricklayers building a brick wall, with a base of 120 rounds and 636 kilograms of shells being transported in like a stream.
The black top of the lair blocked the sky, and the extremely thick piles of rubble and fat blocked all support. This became the only option, a method that had been proven in many brutal clearing battles.
Both jade and stone will be destroyed.
