Hearing Chen Xiaoxiang's voice, Shen Rusong, who could barely walk without help, raised his head. In front of him was a clay figure. He couldn't tell who it was. He felt that the man was smiling, so he raised the corners of his lips subconsciously.
"Hiss~" Shen Rusong grinned. Just a moment, the wound on his face was pulled. His expression was so painful that he couldn't hold back. He suddenly lowered his head. He only had half of his strength left, and he couldn't rely on other comrades. Hold on, he will definitely not be able to stand up on his own.
The military doctor arrived quickly, and everyone laid Shen Rusong down on the stretcher. Shen Rusong saw that the military doctor wearing a half-gas mask was about to give him a painkiller injection. He shook his head and squeezed out one sentence from his chapped lips: "Yang... Where is Yang Qi..."
Xie Guorong, who was guarding the squad leader, hurriedly motioned to the crowd to give way, so that the squad leader could see Yang Qi lying on the nearby stretcher. He knelt down half-kneeling, and said loudly against the monitor's ear: "Squad monitor! Little Turtle, he's okay. ! Live well!"
Shen Rusong smiled when he heard the words, put his head down, and gently hit it on the helmet that served as a pillow. He saw the sunlight directly in Lin Weijian, and felt that it was getting more and more dazzling. He tried hard to realize He was in a trance and kept awake, but there were still screams, shouts, and gunshots in his mind... Those violent, bloody, and cruel scenes were still shaking...
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"Bang!" A pistol bullet was fired and the cartridge case fell to the ground.
Shen Rusong held a gun with one arm and shot firmly at the overwhelming zombies. He sat slumped under the fir tree, half-body submerged in the water, and only a pistol was left on his body.
"Bang!" The 9mm pistol bullet hit the ghoul, but it was only embedded in the layered tough flesh of the ghoul. As it stretched its limbs, the softer warhead fell lightly into the water, hitting the spot where it hit. There are only a few gray marks.
"Pa!" The last bullet came out of the chamber, and the pistol was hung up with an empty magazine. Shen Rusong maintained the shooting posture tremblingly. He was unwilling to lower his hand. Even if he died, he would die in the manner a soldier should! Instead of just hanging your hands and waiting for death!
The room-sized red ghoul roared towards him, like a light tank at full speed. An infantryman who had lost all his weapons stood in front of it. Even if he ran or escaped, he would not be able to avoid the misery of being crushed to pieces by the tracks. destiny.
He is, after all, just a small pebble.
The blazing red color obscured the light in Shen Rusongxing's eyes. The rainy night, the beast tide, the raid, the shelling, the corpses...all these things drained his strength.
"Hey!!!" shouted, and a figure flashed out of the corner of Shen Rusong's eyes. Before he could realize it, the sharp sound of the grenade striking the air was over, and the powerful air waves and shock waves knocked him away. Everything is turned upside down...
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"Easy! Be gentle! Don't bump it!" shouted the medical soldier holding the sling bottle. She held the plasma bottle with one hand and supported the stretcher with the other. The open space in front of her was filled with the remains of soldiers covered with white cloths. People wordlessly lifted them up, who were gradually getting colder, and put them in piles on the back of the truck. Further away, there is the turbid Huijiang River heading east. The smoke from the dilapidated radar station has not cleared away. The quiet and gray Tongan Mountains seem to have countless pairs of eyes, watching the trucks leaving and entering.
"He's bleeding internally!" The stretcher was stained with blood, and the vomited blood soaked through the clothes. The hurried shouts of the military doctor intersected, mixed, and were annihilated with the shouts of the soldiers and the sudden gunshots. It seems like somewhere? No, it’s in the convoy! There is a deformed species that has split, the small marsh dweller!
The sound of gunfire was dense, and in the neighing of the devil frogs that were built up like a hill, light and heavy firepower began to be fired and splashed. The neighing was immediately suppressed and turned into a shallow whine. The blood like gray mud diluted the bright red blood.
"Put it on your side, do you hear it? You little girl, don't get in the way here, get out!"
Xu Shengnan, who was kicked out of the medical vehicle, clutched the corners of her clothes tightly. Next to her were the people from Class 2, including Li Hao, who had lost two fingers and his left hand was wrapped in a bandage. Xie Guorong and Deng Feng were squatting beside the wheel in silence. Yang Qi, who was smoking and miraculously uninjured, held the gun with one hand and no expression on his face.
In front of him were comrades who had sacrificed their lives for a long time, many, many, comrades in the same platoon.
Yang Qi kept wiping his nose and mouth with the back of his hand. His hand holding the gun belt was shaking violently. He wanted to take his eyes away from Zhao Si's face... It took him a long time to take off his military uniform. The coat covered Zhao Si's head, and the bullet passed through his forehead from his chin and opened half of his face. He became... very difficult to recognize.
"Give shock medicine! The spleen may be ruptured! Continue the blood transfusion!"
The medical vehicle started electroshock pacing, and people watched the squad leader's not very strong body being bounced up and down again and again by the high-voltage electricity, and being kneaded here and there like a piece of plasticine. They saw and heard the " "Chila chila" and a "bang bang" sound hitting the chest, their eyebrows jumped up and fell down. Some people turned their eyes and saw the cavalry executing the small mutant beasts. The sound of gunshots... was interrupted. ?
"Bang!" No one could tell whether it was the sound of gunfire or the sound of electric shock pacing. The rifle slipped from behind Yang Qi's shoulder, and the butt of the gun touched the ground. He put his palm against the muzzle of the gun and placed it normally. Any veteran who saw this would give him a big kick, but that would not happen now.
He saw Xie Guorong slowly sitting cross-legged next to Liu Youcheng's body, took out a page of paper from his breast pocket, and stuffed it into the hidden pocket of his coat without unfolding it. Yang Qi knew that the hidden pocket had a zipper, was waterproof, and was close-fitting. He knew that the squad leader kept a small diary in his secret pocket that he never left behind and never showed to others. He himself kept a photo and an old bullet casing that he said would bring good luck.
Yeah? Will it bring good luck?
Maybe...yes...
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In the fir forest, which is about to dawn, the milky white halo and shadows are lingering, and the dewdrops refract and return psychedelic colors, just like bubbles. Walking through them, you don't know when the bubbles will be crushed.
The sound of boots treading water sounded faintly, and the sound of gunfire that had been heard all night finally subsided. Yang Qi was running with a gun. He turned on the gun light and waist light. At this moment, in the dark forest, he was more beautiful than the sun. Even more dazzling, he is the brightest light source, attracting fireflies who are dedicated to fighting the fire.
"Save...save..."
It was the darkest place under the lamplight, and Leng Buchi's military boots suddenly caught him. He lowered his head and saw a piece of his arm. Yang Qi raised his gun and stabbed it down without hesitation. The bayonet penetrated the flesh and blood until it reached the bone seam, as if it was stabbing into a chicken bone hidden inside. Tofu.
When he pulled out the bayonet forcefully and took a few steps back, he was horrified to realize who this person was. His breathing suddenly became extremely heavy, and the extremely strong fear was really overwhelming. He screamed and ran wildly, and did not stop until he was exhausted. Then he heard a faint call again.
"Yang Qi...Yang...Qi..."
A mist as thin as a cicada's wings appeared in the forest, a blush appeared in the water, the soft sound of breaking branches and the gentle call drifting past made this seventeen-year-old young man look around wildly with his gun raised, he couldn't help but He kept shouting: "Monitor!" "Monitor!"
"Is it you! Monitor!"
The water surface reflected his deformed and twisted appearance, and the white fish belly lingered in the sky. The dead tree resin and dead fish eyes surrounded him in all directions, staring at him, and kept turning around, and kept turning back, and the floor was covered with The corpses, the eyes of his comrades, the eyes of the bandits, and the eyes of the corpses were all staring at him.
"Where are you! Monitor!"
"answer me!"
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The reinforcements did not carry many supplies with them. The medical kit they kept was very simple, only bandages, tourniquets, painkillers and Velcro. Military doctors would bring more. Unfortunately, there were only so many people, and it was difficult to cope with them all. The follow-up medical vehicle cannot perform complex surgeries, so it would be good to stabilize the injury and return him quickly.
An officer requested a helicopter, but the Beiqin base responded helplessly that there were no helicopters. All air vehicles had been transferred to the Fenglin front line. The fighting there was fierce. Several decoy camps in the center of the ruins were isolated and helpless, and the land routes were blocked. Due to the blockade, supplies could only be sent across the blockade during certain hours during the day. The large drones that can be used will be taken away soon.
After all, the call ended in Beiqin. If it didn’t go to other places, where could it go?
I'm just helpless...
The mobile troops began to gather to report their numbers. They had previously put in various remaining units, so they were barely at full strength. Now, on this rainy night, there were heavy casualties again, everyone was wounded, ammunition was running out, and many rifles had their barrels melted in the continuous rapid fire.
Many attacks by beasts were fought back by close combat, which was never recommended. They relied on bayonets, daggers, and engineer shovels as a last resort. Human bodies were no better than beast bodies, and flesh and blood were not machines.
Xu Bowen glanced at his platoon in silence. He thought that when he served a few months ago, this platoon was a full company, and then it became a reinforced platoon. Now, it has become a platoon that is not full of personnel...
The cavalry were trying to enter the radar station where the smoke was gradually extinguishing, trying to find any possible surviving defenders. Xu Bowen didn't know if they could find them, but he wasn't very interested in what they were like. He sat back in the truck with soreness all over and looked at the slightly unfamiliar soldier in front of him. He was sitting near the curtain door, with the gun at his feet and his limbs spread out, just slumped.
The fishy cool wind made him numb, and he naturally thought of the nameless village. The tower filled with old guns collapsed, right? The oil tankers that exploded on the roadside must still be piled up there, and many people were buried in the wasteland with waist-high weeds.
How could there be anyone there? Scavenging? Gleaning wheat ears? He thought dully, not wanting to say a word, his thoughts were scattered, just like his soldiers, they cuddled up to each other and fell asleep, the same soldiers, the same soldiers, the same weapons, the same location. If there was another battle, there would be another battle. How powerful an explosion would it take to wake them up?
As the brown-yellow river flows by, a faint song floats slowly and faintly on the river surface, vast and sad:
"Undisturbed even on sharp river beaches
Yellow sand won't make you muddy either
You and my river, small river
Your and my fast flowing river! "
