The fluorescent red light emitted by the signal rod illuminated the road ahead, but the red light emitted made the tunnel extremely dark. Despite this, Shen Rusong, who had forced himself to calm down, no longer felt too scared by this. .
Shen Rusong walked at a steady pace, the soles of his boots stepping on the slightly sticky ground. He kept the sound of his footsteps as low as possible to avoid alerting monsters that might be peeping in the nearby tunnels.
Ghouls are not common mutant beasts, and frankly, Shen Rusong doesn't know much about them. After all, he is a combat engineer. Although he is good at fighting in complex terrain, this terrain specifically refers to city ruins or building ruins. The types of monsters specially trained for this purpose will naturally be helmeted rats and fat beam derivatives. , living corpses and other types. The activity range of the ghoul is actually very limited. It usually appears in dense forests or river valleys with high radiation levels, so naturally it will not appear in the selection of combat engineers.
Generally speaking, due to the impact of mountains, nuclear explosions will not increase the radiation index in mountainous areas too much. With natural washing, except for the influence of sediments, the background radiation will increase. After decades, , which is basically the same as the normal environment. After all, nuclear weapons mainly rely on explosive yield to kill, and most of them are carried out by air explosion. The actual radiation pollution caused will naturally dissipate after a period of time. But the mountainous areas, which are blocked by terrain, have increasingly little impact.
But the situation north of Hunjiang River is miserable. According to Shen Rusong's understanding, there were many military bases in this area in the past, as evidenced by the series of remaining hydrological stations and radar stations along the river. During the total war, it suffered multiple rounds of high-yield nuclear bombings, especially the indiscriminate contamination of dirty bombs, resulting in radioactive materials that are far from being degraded to this day. Anyway, according to the military newspapers and periodicals that Shen Rusong saw in the library, it was concluded that the area north of the Huijiang River would not be suitable for human habitation for at least three hundred years.
Being uninhabitable by humans generally means that mutants are happy, and that's the case with ghouls. A typical ghoul pack has anywhere from forty to two hundred ghouls. It is characterized by mottled and dark red skin that looks like it has been corroded by sulfuric acid. The forelimbs are much stronger than the hind limbs. The middle toe of the three toes is sharp, which can be used as a simple tool or to penetrate prey and bite it. Its shoulders are very high, burying its oval-shaped head, and its lower jaw is very wide open and closed. As the saying goes, it can grin to the base of the ears. At the same time, its bite force is extremely strong. An adult ghoul can bite through a door with a grille installed. car door. Overall, a ghoul looks a bit like an orangutan walking on all fours, but with its head retracted.
Ghouls are viviparous, with only one to three children at a time, and it takes two to three years longer to reach adulthood than mutant beasts of the same level. It takes about five years to grow into a giant weighing more than 800 kilograms. Due to this factor, ghouls have never been very common, but the fact that they are included in the cleanup list by hunters also reflects their high destructive power and tenacious survival. This is not surprising, after all, the mutated beasts that dared to roam the plains with great fanfare were killed by the Renaissance Army a decade or two ago, and the rest had to learn to dig holes in the ground.
Shen Rusong was calculating as he walked, and at the same time, he did not forget to spray some camouflage pheromones at intervals to cover his tracks.
Because he was forced to retreat after failing to fight, Shen Rusong was not sure how long it would take for Li Minbo and others to launch another attack to rescue him. He thought it would take no less than half a day. They are a small force with too few people and need support, but they maintain a certain distance from friendly forces. Moreover, the north bank of the Huijiang River is the nest of mobs. Some elite mobs have basic radio detection capabilities, which makes them There is no way to contact him every once in a while. In most cases, he waits at the material storage point according to the agreed time. Unless the situation is urgent, he has to break the silence.
Manpower is a problem, and ammunition supply is another problem. Chasseurs are not supermen. Marching long distances means that you only have the amount of ammunition you carry with you. This time, you don’t have to walk back to the position or wait for the ammunition supply truck to deliver it, but you have to trek for a while to reserve it. Only when the points are replenished can you act again.
After going back and forth, and being trapped deep in the tunnel where no one knew where he was, the explosion even caused the collapse of the road he came from. There is no way to expect magic soldiers to descend from the sky. This is not the innermost area like Qianshan that is casually brought to the training ground. This is outside the area controlled by the Renaissance Army.
Temporarily stop relying on external forces. Shen Rusong felt that he had to find a way out on his own, and even had to be prepared to get out but not at the starting point of the attack.
He walked nervously for about two-quarters of an hour. The tunnel had many twists and turns. However, as he walked, Shen Rusong discovered that the road ahead suddenly became lower and he had to crawl through it.
"Damn...what are you doing?" Shen Rusong cursed.
He struggled to throw the signal rod over, but he still couldn't see where the end of the low area was. He heard the sound of the signal rod rolling into the depths, with several "ding-ding-dong-dong" echoes.
Shen Rusong swallowed. He felt that his eyebrows were itchy. He quickly took off his welding helmet and scratched his eyebrows that were soaked with sweat a few times. He quickly put them back on.
The boots kept tapping, and he bit his lower lip and thought, what if this is a dead end downward? He climbed lower and lower, and then a cold stone wall blocked him. At that point, he couldn't go back anymore! The most terrifying thing is that he only had food around him but died of hunger and thirst! He wasn't sure if he could stretch his arms at the end. m.
Don’t get to the end, it’s impossible to kill yourself!
Shen Rusong took off his mask again and rubbed his cheeks until they were hot. He once again took stock of what was left on his body. Maybe he missed a piece of explosive? Or maybe it's a detection ball? But unfortunately, it was the same as the last time I counted it. The only thing that was extra was a few cookie crumbs at the bottom of my backpack.
To enter or not to enter?
Shen Rusong rarely hesitated.
Once in there is no turning back.
Shen Rusong gritted his teeth, scratched his nose, and turned over and over again. His thoughts that had finally calmed down became chaotic again, and he suddenly resented everyone. Li Minbo, as a hunter, he didn't expect the unexpected situation; Yang Qi, this kid always caused trouble for himself, and he didn't stop him in the battle; Xu Bowen, this bastard took his position! Chen Xiaoxiang, this little bitch likes to tease people, and there’s that bullshit Staff Officer Li, who is so superior...
He was thinking wildly about why he didn't find a chance to make an appointment with Xu Shengnan before setting off. Hehe, he was not a saint. He also wanted what others thought...
At this point, Shen Rusong no longer had the mood to restrict his private thoughts, and let them all go, thinking about how to go out and deal with people or things that he usually found objectionable when he went back. It's all because of a brainstorm.
Such thoughts may have been rampant for a moment or for a long time, but Shen Rusong finally suppressed them.
Whether it’s going crazy or riding a horse, there must be a result.
After hesitating for a moment, Shen Rusong picked up his backpack again and found a marker as he expected. He lit the Zhibo lighter, found a barely clean spot on the tunnel wall, and started writing.
"The battle was fierce. I fell here. The front is unknown. I am afraid that I will not be able to come back. I left something behind. If someone sees it later, I hope to pass it on to the 2nd Battalion of the 99th Regiment of the 28th Division..."
It was impossible to write a long message. Shen Rusong simply wrote about the distribution of his death pension. The bulk of it was given to his family, and he hoped to leave some for his two children as future wedding gifts. Give some more to the orphan fund. The money he left in the army was divided equally among the people in the class, and all the books in his personal belongings were given to Chen Xiaoxiang and Yunyun.
I ended up writing about a hundred words. Shen Rusong completely calmed down. He judged from the echo that the road ahead was relatively long, but in the final analysis, it depended on luck.
He has no choice.
Taking off his backpack and wrapping it around his arms, he threw away his helmet and crawled into the low tunnel. As soon as he entered, the stone wall above his head felt like a prison. The overwhelming sense of oppression made Shen Rusong quickly swing his elbows and move forward fiercely.
The tunnel was straight at first, but after a while it started to go down. Shen Rusong struggled to light a signal rod and threw it down. He heard a clear echo, but he really couldn't see what was at the end. There was no detection ball, and he had a light. To no avail.
It's okay, you can probably crawl back if you go down. Shen Rusong comforted himself.
So he threw down his backpack first, and then held on to the stone wall with his hands and slowly descended. He felt that the downward passage might be five or six meters high. At the end, because he was stepping on his backpack, he could not get into the tunnel, which was only half a person's height. Go into a tunnel.
This time he could see clearly that it was a road winding downwards.
It would be too cowardly to hesitate at this point. Shen Rusong placed the 75 posture on his chest. If he was really sure that he would not be able to come back, he could kill himself with one shot, and immediately climbed in.
The tunnel gradually narrowed, so narrow that even the backpack could not be stuffed in parallel. Shen Rusong had no choice but to take out as many scraps as possible and put them in his trouser pocket, and crawled down little by little.
The winding tunnel is like a narrow path in hell, extinguishing the light bit by bit, and then making people claustrophobic to death.
The heavy breathing and heartbeat suddenly stopped, and Shen Rusong's fist hit an obstacle.
His heart felt cold.
Knocked, but it didn't move.
Move your heels back? It's an incline, how could it be possible to crawl back down the slope?
He knew he was doomed, but at this moment, Shen Rusong was unusually calm. He didn't even yell or bang, but he took a long breath, and a strong feeling of exhaustion surged into his heart.
Otherwise, settle the bill earlier?
Most of the time when you go out, you can't beat four hands with two fists. If you don't have armor or cannons, you can't seem to beat anyone...
Didn’t you also write a suicide note?
With the Type 75 under your body, you can shoot as specified. You can cover the muzzle of the gun with your chin and move your fingers without any pain at all.
But I am so unwilling to do so.
Shen Rusong decided to give it one last try. He counted the bullets and found a magazine full of hunting heavy-duty bullets. Twenty rounds and fifteen had no effect, so he shot himself. If he was killed because of the ricochet of a stone, Even if he dies, he is considered defeated.
So he pulled the gun to his face and pressed the trigger.
"puff!"
A muffled sound!
Some people died, but not completely...
