Day and Night on the Hailan River Chapter 167. Escape

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one minute before explosion

The ghoul was chasing so close, almost chasing after Shen Rusong's hind legs. The ghoul's forelimbs were like crab claws, short but sharp, and its hind limbs were thick and powerful. The ground was shaken by the sudden vibration. Shen Rusong's body. The one chasing closest had a mustache that was almost piercing Shen Rusong's ankles. As long as he slowed down even a moment, he would be eaten up.

Shen Rusong threw off his arms and ran forward, his hard-soled boots stepping on the sticky ground. The remains of the ghoul's food mixed with body fluids, forming a sticky fungus-like substance. Although Shen Rusong had plenty of physical strength, he didn't think anything was wrong. As Shen Rusong lost his strength in fighting and the equipment on his body became heavy, Shen Rusong's movements became more and more restricted.

Behind him was the beast that was desperately chasing him. Shen Rusong didn't care much. When the adrenaline burst out, his brain couldn't think. The light was dim. He accidentally hit something protruding. If Shen Rusong hadn't gritted his teeth and tensed up. He stretched his legs and carried it over forcefully. Just this one move could make him topple over.

His right leg was in severe pain, and his body tilted and hit a stone pillar again. Shen Rusong couldn't help but scream and fell. As the world was spinning, he subconsciously curled up his body. Before he could react, the ghoul came from his back. Trampling over, a ferocious beast weighing more than a thousand kilograms roared and ran past. The back was pushed tightly, but you pushed me out, but the bottom was as heavy as loose. Even if a mortal body covered an iron frame, How long can it last? How much can it withstand?

The heart armor behind the bulletproof vest was stepped down in less than ten seconds, and the ceramic plate squeezed Shen Rusong's chest, but at least the vital parts were protected and the chest cavity was not crushed in an instant. He pressed his head down to the ground, and a fishy smell inevitably filled his heart, liver, and lungs. He choked out a mouthful of blood and sprayed it into his respirator.

Shen Rusong didn't have a chance to breathe. One after another, the ghouls stomped his head deeply into the soil, crushing half of his welding helmet like garlic.

The blood gushing out from his mouth and nose suddenly flooded the respirator. Shen Rusong tried desperately and frantically to get up, but how could he do it!

He choked on his own blood!

He was struggling painfully, and he was still vomiting blood. At the same time, the blood accumulated in the respirator could not escape, so it had to pour back into his nostrils. In such a narrow place of just a few square centimeters, Shen Rusong was about to choke to death, suffocating his own blood!

Trampling, vomiting blood, suffocation, and blows from the inside out completely defeated the young Renaissance Army corporal in less than a minute. His strong arms were stepped on by the ghouls under the dirty claws, and his heart was It's still beating, but it's drowning in the pumped blood.

explode!

The moment before Shen Rusong lost consciousness, a powerful vibration from the other side of the tunnel stopped the ghoul. These beasts instinctively sensed that the danger was irresistible, and they froze.

Taking advantage of this moment of being stunned, the instinct of survival prompted Shen Rusong to squeeze out the strength buried deep in his bones, and miraculously he stood up!

Blood flowed down his beard, along his neck and soaked his chest. The moment he took in oxygen, the power returned to his body!

With blood rushing to his brain, Shen Rusong fumbled around with his vest, pulled out a square can of smoke bomb and pulled the tab open!

"Hi!" The magnesium powder ignited and reacted with chemical reagents, releasing strong light yellow smoke and a strange odor spreading out.

This is a pheromone smoke bomb!

After the ghouls smelled the same smell as their natural enemies, they immediately panicked. They are naturally afraid of predators at the higher end of the biological chain due to their blood. Even if this is false, with their poor wisdom after mutation, Can't tell.

Bloodthirsty after being riddled with bullets, the tunnel collapsed, and the smell of "abnormal species" caused the ghouls to flee in all directions. They fled along the secret and low pits, and the momentum of their advance disappeared without a trace.

Shen Rusong stood up lamely. The vibrations not only did not stop, but became more intense. There were constant gravels in the smelly earth tunnel. A wave of stronger tremors meant a chain collapse.

Shen Rusong understood that this was an explosion in the tunnel. He was already feeling hot all over during this life-or-death situation. After understanding this, his hands and feet immediately became cold. Boundless fear seized him instantly, making him unable to move.

I...I, I'm still here

Here? !

But there was no time to think too much, and there was no time to even be afraid. The small lamp hanging around Shen Rusong's waist was dimly lit, and the mountains and earth in front of him were falling apart, and everything was collapsing.

Shen Rusong screamed wildly, he ran away, he still wanted to live! He is scared!

Turning around to take steps, he fell again. Shen Rusong struggled to get up, holding his hands on the ground and moving backwards. Smoke and dust were flying, and the narrow sky and earth were filled with darkness like a tide, swallowing up the faint afterglow in front of Shen Rusong. , he heard his violent heartbeat and heavy breathing.

Every cell and every thought was pushing him, forcing him to run, run!

Run!

Shen Rusong shouted, roared and climbed up, still clutching the gun, the weapon that still gave him a sense of security, and ran.

The visor of the welding helmet flipped open and opened and closed, banging and banging. His blood and sweat were flying, and the out-of-control exoskeleton was flashing with a blazing red light. He ran and stepped on his combat boots. , splashing dust, he ran in this gray underground that had not been visited for a long time.

But where could he run to?

At this time, there was no trace of a ghoul in the cave. They were still afraid and escaped deeper.

The collapse did not stop. The engineers worked in a hurry and planted countless explosives, just to stop the tide of beasts. How strong can a tunnel dug by a ghoul be? How could there be a way out for people to get in and out when the layers collapsed? The light from the small lamp on Shen Rusong's waist was scattered far away. Behind and in front of him were crumbling rock walls. In the haze and endless darkness, it would be nice not to be suddenly buried alive. Is there a way out?

The response was a crumbling rock wall.

Shen Rusong had no choice but to continue running. He stepped on the corpses on the ground, where the blood of the soldiers had just flowed, and then were buried by the rumble.

When he ran to the end, he was surrounded by desperate situations. Shen Rusong gasped for air. Looking around, he saw a hole big enough for a person to lower his head and go in.

There might be a ghoul inside, it might be a dead end, it might suffocate him to death, but Shen Rusong didn't hesitate at all and went straight in.

The continuous downhill slopes and steep roads made Shen Rusong unable to hold on. He fell down countless times, but there was a road ahead. If he could still walk, he kept walking. Warm blood overflowed from the hole in his forehead and poured all over his face. .

There were more and more forks, the vibrations continued, and the downward tunnels were the roads leading to the abyss. Shen Rusong couldn't remember how far he had run when he stopped.

He put down Yang Tian, ​​took off his welding helmet and threw it away. He sat down slumped on the ground. He pressed the intercom in vain, and the result was that there was naturally an electric current noise. No matter whether he shouted at the top of his lungs or begged and begged, there was no sound on the other end of the intercom. A hint of response.

So what if there is a response?

Will you ignite a glimmer of hope, then gradually extinguish it, and finally die here with infinite fear?