Heavy rain.
The torrential rain covered the stars and crescent moon, lightning danced like a dragon, and thunder suddenly illuminated the night sky. White light overflowed, leaving the ground under the dome completely white. The arc-like light fragments were like teardrops, embedded in the people's eyes. Under the eyelids, it was suddenly washed away again.
Cold raindrops hit Shen Rusong's helmet. He roared, raised his arms, called on his comrades to continue moving forward, held the long-handled grenade, and threw it.
The commandos with shotguns were still shooting, and their faces were covered in large clouds of gunfire. Not everyone realizes that the fighting within the walls has temporarily ceased.
The dark ghost's dark armor bounced off bullets, sparks flying in the rain. Shen Rusong unscrewed the lower cover of the grenade, took out the ignition cord tied with porcelain beads, and threw it out. The grenade spun, hit the wall, and fell into the dark ghost's curled-up body.
The aftermath of the explosion blew his helmet and visor. Shen Rusong stretched out his hand to touch again. There was no more grenade left in his armed belt just now. He turned back suddenly and shouted: "Thunder! Give me two more thunder!"
This time, no one pushed it to him.
"Monitor! Monitor!"
Someone rushed over and hugged Shen Rusong, whose eyes were red, and hugged him tightly. It was Yang Qi. He shouted anxiously: "Squad leader! It's dead! It's dead!"
"Who's dead!" Shen Rusong shouted, raising his hand to swipe the man's face.
"Bring someone in! Go around and plant explosives!!!"
"people!"
"Someone come!"
The gunfire stopped, and there were only Shen Rusong's angry and anxious shouts. He was spinning in circles, and there was still a roar in his ears. Yes, the continuous explosions of dozens of grenades and explosive packs almost took away his hearing. Besides his own heartbeat, what else could Shen Rusong hear clearly?
The cold rain hit his Tianling Cap. When he saw his comrades put away their guns silently, Shen Rusong's blood started to calm down. He gradually calmed down and stared at the Dark Ghost corpse that tilted its body, revealing most of its brown-black insect flesh.
This insect, this deformed species was proud of, had its carapace cracked open like a spider web, with black blood spilling out. Most of its six pairs of limbs were broken off, rotted and bleeding, and only a rugged and twisted hole remained in its sharp-horned head. But not far from the Dark Ghost corpse, there were three combat engineers lying motionless.
Thunder struck, water flowed over his heavy boots, and the black water-cooled armor shone brightly from time to time. He watched blankly as people lifted up the three engineers, and blood dripped continuously from the seams of the armor. trickling down.
The sound of mourning replaced the sound of gunshots. It was unknown who had his back to Shen Rusong. The man took off his face shield and his heavy welding helmet slammed to the ground. He knelt in front of his brother's body and cried on the ground. The sound of rain, crying, The sound of footsteps and the impact of firearms mixed together, making people feel dazed for a moment.
Shen Rusong shook off Yang Qi who was holding him, and walked stiffly to the side of the mourner. Looking at the miserable body with its waist separated, he squatted down, feeling severe heart palpitations and almost knocked him down. Shen Rusong held his arms on the mud to prevent him from falling.
Through the open helmet visor, there is a still rosy face, with a pair of ordinary round eyes with dilated pupils on the somewhat flat bridge of the nose, a very ordinary face.
But Shen Rusong recognized that this was the face of Liu Youde, a conscript in his class, a seventeen-year-old young man who was quiet and short. Shen Rusong didn't know him very well. He only noticed that he often gave the vegetable leaves in the bowl to his younger brother to eat, while he silently ate the vegetable stems and greasy meat.
But these are the soldiers led by Shen Rusong, brothers who should have lived, trained, and fought together for five or even ten years. Why? Why did a living person become like this? Cut in half?
How long will it take to pass out and wake up? How many hours did it take to become like this?
Shen Rusong looked at his brother Liu Youcheng in confusion as he shook his brother's arm. His mind went blank. Exhaustion filled the void left by the fading adrenaline. Subconsciously, Shen Rusong understood that it was time to get up and pull Liu Youcheng up to protect the crisis-ridden base. He didn't need to know the order to understand. It's a tide of beasts, a tide of blackness.
Thunder flashed wildly in the sky, and Shen Rusong stood up suddenly, shouting the name of the medical soldier, trying to call Xu Shengnan, who was running away from nowhere, to pull him over for first aid.
"Somebody come!"
"Come……"
The next sound choked in his throat, and Shen Rusong finally realized what kind of ridiculous actions he was doing, how could he be overwhelmed by grief! How could this be!
The manic mood rose and dissipated. Shen Rusong shouldered the gun, threw it over his shoulder, and shouted: "You, and you! Go and take Liu Youcheng away!"
"The monitor is back! I'm standing here! Come on! Keep fighting!"
It took two strong men and a medical soldier to drag away Liu Youcheng, who was kicking and crying. Shen Rusong bit his lip, put his hand into Liu Youde's breastplate, pulled out the military registration card, twisted one piece off, put it into his arms, and stuffed the other piece into the deceased's mouth.
There was no white cloth, only ponchos. The soldiers had to take off their ponchos in a hurry and cover the bodies of the dead. After the fierce battle, the messy muddy ground endured the torrential rain and watched silently as the blood in the water became lighter and lighter.
The gunshots on the wall never stopped, and the fighting never stopped!
This is their land!
The heavy rain blew and the gunfire was erratic, orders were disobeyed, lightning struck, and raindrops hurt the eyes. The surviving soldiers climbed back onto the wall to guard! fighting! Rest until death!
The rushing sound of the black tide faded away, or was suppressed by the sudden rain. Shen Rusong took over from the ammunition hand who was almost exhausted and guarded the Type 02. The next moment, what illuminated him was not only gunfire, And fire in the rain.
Thunder like a swimming dragon lit up the night, and the firelight rising outside the horizon shone across most of the sky. At this moment of the midnight rainstorm, it seemed as if a golden sun was about to leap out from the south. Between the overlapping light and shadow of the golden fire, countless smoke trails are pulled up. At the end, the golden-orange halo is entangled with the silver-gray ring, creating a hurricane, tearing apart the dense dark clouds, and then, the wind direction reverses!
The south wind turned around and became the north wind!
The gunfire stopped for a moment, and even the countless dark ghosts outside the wall turned to look at the majestic and magnificent scene in the distance. Under the dark night sky, there was a wave of red fire, and at night, the golden-orange halo and silver-gray circles were transformed. The ring is taken away, split into two halves, and collide! storm!
"Ah..." Shen Rusong let out a long breath. This was his unconscious reaction. His pupils reflected brilliant light, but the divine light in his own eyes was covered and disappeared without a trace. The moment the storm blew away the raindrops, he caught a glimpse of this scene. Shen Rusong immediately exclaimed:
"dragon!"
"dragon!!!"
No one scolded him for his strange power and chaos, because in this era, countless species have been distorted, and there are countless strange beasts with the name of "dragon". They smear the blood of lizards and fight against the dragon's prey, the Tupeng of their motherland, It is the sacred white dragon since ancient times!
The screams passed overhead, and the rain flowed through the purple badges of the soldiers. They looked up and saw the white-blue tail flames of the fighter aircraft burning through the night. Even the thunder clouds could not stop it!
Supersonic sonic booms roared in, and the squadron passed through the fierce light. The fighter planes should have soared in the blue and clear sky, but at this moment, they came through the wind and rain, and went against the wind!
