The third platoon where the corporal was located, and two other combat platoons belonging to the 1st Assault Regiment, followed five heavily armed Kriegers into the thick smoke generated by the explosion.
In the thick smoke, there were broken pieces of meat and limbs everywhere, as well as animal bodies with heads separated from the body. From time to time, the unique noise of rotating chains could be heard all around.
The smoke gradually dissipated.
When the vision on the helmet screen became clear, he found that the beasts gathered near the entrance of the tower were almost wiped out by Krieg's bombing and charging melee combat.
He also saw the red-helmeted Krieg platoon leader from before, who was at the forefront of the crowd. He dodged the attack from a slightly larger beast and turned around fiercely to use his strength to pull the chain he was holding tightly in his right hand. The saw sword swung towards the beast's neck.
"Stab it!"
The high-speed rotating chain caused the sharp blade to violently tear open the skin, flesh, and bones of the animal, and dark blue blood sprayed outward.
Finally, the red helmet platoon leader completed the beheading action.
"Dong...dong dong..." The head separated from the body fell to the ground.
Due to inertia, the body still ran forward for several meters before collapsing to the ground with a "pop".
Although Krieg's physical fitness is stronger than that of ordinary humans, he is not an Astartes after all, and he cannot withstand the increase in "death" brought by Mjolnir Power Armor.
Therefore, the surrounding airborne troops could clearly see how the red-helmet platoon leader killed the overly large beast.
And its death means that everyone's path to the tower is clear.
The red-helmet platoon leader shook his right hand to shake off the blood stains stuck to the chain.
Dozens of Kriegs hung their chain swords back on their waists, took off the laser guns attached to their backs, held them in place, and gathered around their platoon leader with five heavily armed Kriegs.
After regrouping, the red-helmet platoon leader waved his chain sword and led the Krieg combat platoon equipped with heavy firepower, silently walking towards the entrance that emitted blue light.
"Tap, step." Only the sound of clear and neat footsteps reached the ears of the corporal and hundreds of airborne troops.
"Third Platoon follow." The second lieutenant said on the communication: "Many combat groups have already entered the target building, and we cannot fall behind."
The combat group the second lieutenant mentioned was actually the 3rd Battalion and the 1st Assault Regiment, which were mixed and divided into fourteen small combat units, dispersed into the tower to improve the efficiency of finding colonists.
The flight formation is outside, responsible for dealing with the remaining enemies in Paris.
After receiving the order, the corporal and others followed the Kriegs in front and walked into the tower.
When you walk in, you will see a vast arc-roofed hall, with tentacle plants growing in the corners of the rounded walls, providing light here.
At the end of the hall, there are several tunnels with a diameter of ten meters that can lead to the depths and upper floors of the tower.
With this architectural structure, the numerical advantage is no longer obvious.
So the red-helmet platoon leader at the front of the team divided the combat platoon he commanded into three teams of more than ten people, and the airborne troops who were originally three platoons also chose to separate.
The corporal and his comrades, acting together with a small team led by the red-helmet platoon leader himself, entered one of the tunnels.
Inside the tunnel, there are also luminous plants growing on both sides.
After walking for a while, everyone discovered that the entire tunnel spiraled to the upper level, and every time they reached a certain distance, there would be a new tunnel entrance leading to an unknown area.
"It looks like an ant pile on the outside, but who knows it's even more crazy inside. It always feels like we have become like insects." A comrade said unhappily in the team communication.
"Indeed." After hearing the ridicule, even the taciturn corporal couldn't help but agree.
The space of the tunnel is not small, but this anthill-like structure will indeed make humans feel uncomfortable.
Fortunately, from the time they entered the tower until now, including all combat troops, they have not been attacked by beasts.
"Why do you think Krieger likes to charge?" Another comrade asked, changing the subject.
"I don't know why, but I know that the target of that death whistle is finally no longer us."
The comrade beside the corporal said with lingering fear.
In the large-scale joint exercise a year ago, the UNSC was responsible for the attack and Umbrella was responsible for the defense. Both sides were equipped with the same training protective gear and weapons.
The elites of their 9th and 1st and 3rd Airborne Divisions departed from the fleet in airborne pods for orbital airdrop, and raided the rear of Umbrella's defense area, preparing to carry out harassment and beheading operations.
After completing their landing, they had just entered the uninhabited town used for training when they attracted the Krieg 01 Regiment stationed nearby.
At first, the airborne elites were full of confidence. After all, the difference in numbers between the two sides was five times.
But as the street fighting unfolded, the airborne elite discovered that the numerical advantage was nothing at all. Whenever Krieger's whistle sounded, the names and numbers of their comrades would be displayed, and a "killed in action" reminder would be displayed in the upper right corner of the helmet screen. …
It's a series of overwhelming reminders.
In the end, the 01st group forced them to wait until Umbrella's main force arrived by forcing them to die together.
Although it was only a large-scale exercise, the unique "death" whistle was deeply imprinted in their minds.
This is the reason why the airborne soldiers felt a chill down their spines just now when the Krieger battle platoon sounded the charging whistle.
"Okay, please be vigilant. Just because you haven't encountered an enemy doesn't mean you're completely safe."
"Yes, Lieutenant."
The chatter on the internal comms was successfully stopped by the second lieutenant's "joining in".
The next group of people continued to move forward for a few minutes and arrived at another arc-roofed hall on the middle floor of the tower building.
However, in this hall, there are several rows of alternative electronic instruments that are made of flesh-like tissue and metal, and there is also a seat that is similar to the massage sofa placed in the mall, but its appearance is covered with viscous liquid.
"Attention all!"
Seeing this equipment, the second lieutenant immediately shared what they saw and alerted all combat troops in the tower: "The suspected target's work or living area was found."
"Received (understood)." The other officers responded immediately.
The discovery of this arc-roofed hall indicates that there is most likely the target of their group, the colonizer race, in the tower.
!
At this time, the red-helmet platoon leader raised his left hand high and clenched his fist fiercely.
The dozen or so Kriegs who saw the gesture reacted immediately, stepped forward quickly, squatted on the ground in a fan shape, and pointed their guns at a tunnel entrance at the front of the hall.
Two heavily armed Kriegers at the rear of the formation replaced the Gauss machine gun with a new drum and pulled the bolt hard.
Naturally, the third row would not stand idle. They cooperated with Krieger to form a semicircle formation in the center of the hall.
Inside the corporal's helmet.
The motion detection radar in the upper left corner of the screen displays dense red dots.
"Roar!" and the sharp roar coming from the tunnel further indicated that a group of special beasts were rushing towards the hall where they were.
When the beast body is about to rush out of the tunnel...
"Ta-ta-ta!"
Lasers and pulse firearms fired volleys, red lines and gunfire flashed.
"Ding-deng-deng!"
The two Gauss machine guns continuously fired spike bullets, causing penetrating damage to the wave of beasts.
Soon, the first "beast body" successfully rushed out of the tunnel.
Even though the moment it rushed out of the tunnel, it was pierced by red light and exploded by dense live ammunition. But after the first one, there was the second one, and even more.
I saw this group of special beasts running on both feet.
Their muscles are extremely developed, their gray skin is rough and hard, and their five finger lengths are replaced by slender, sharp bone spurs. They are simply hairless werewolves.
Various characteristics indicate that the colonizer race has begun to use human genes to cultivate a "new generation" of biological weapons.
The wolf body is flexible and agile, and has strong resistance to physical ammunition.
More and more wolf bodies poured into the open hall, spreading out the distance and increasing the pressure on everyone.
At this moment, dozens of wolves jumped suddenly and jumped over everyone's defense line, seemingly preparing to attack from both sides with their companions.
"The third platoon is in charge of the rear!" the second lieutenant said immediately.
In fact, without waiting for the second lieutenant's order, the corporal and his comrades had already turned their guns.
But the dozens of wolves that landed smoothly and adjusted their balance were shortening the distance at an extremely fast speed.
As soon as the corporal finished turning around, he was greeted by a wolf leaping towards him.
"thump!"
"ah!"
"Grass!"
In an instant, the corporal and many comrades who had no time to escape were thrown to the ground by the wolf body.
It's just that the expected scene of massacre didn't seem to happen...
"Fuck you! Get out!"
An airborne soldier who fell to the ground roared angrily while raising his right leg, contracting and accumulating power to kick the abdomen of the wolf that was pressing on it, and was at least one size larger than him.
"Bang——!" A muffled sound.
"Ouch..." The wolf howled, but was kicked away by the airborne soldier. It was difficult to maintain balance and retreated backwards.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the airborne soldier lying on the ground raised his gun and started shooting.
Because his anger was still lingering, he "fed" nearly thirty shellless pulse bullets to the wolf's body.
"Pfft!"
It wasn't until the wolf's upper body exploded completely, and blood splashed everywhere, that the airborne soldier released his index finger with satisfaction, and then rolled to his feet.
Not only this bad-tempered guy, but all the airborne soldiers who were knocked down completed the counter-attack.
There were only three comrades on the back who were slightly injured when bone spurs penetrated the gaps between the armors. The medical soldiers needed to use biofoam to stop the bleeding, and then used gel to temporarily seal the gaps to ensure the airtightness of their individual equipment.
Immediately afterwards, the third platoon regrouped, quickly dealt with the threat that tried to attack from the flank, and then cooperated with the Kriegs to deal with the remaining wolves.
The reason why it can be easily counterattacked is very simple.
Even though the equipment of the airborne troops does not reach the level of TPS or CMC, it is by no means "cheap". The titanium alloy armor and sixth-generation mechanical femur are by no means simply "good-looking".
The UNSC spent a lot of money to equip nine airborne divisions with this kind of equipment.
As the elite corporals of the airborne division, if they were killed by something like a wolf body, losing their lives would be secondary, but the main thing would be losing the face of the third platoon.
Shortly after.
There were corpses everywhere in the arc-roofed hall.
"Pah! Pah!"
But without the red-helmet platoon leader and the two Kriegers, everyone still fired relentlessly.
Sure enough, more than a dozen wolves who knew how to pretend to be dead jumped up and attacked uncontrollably, but they were all eliminated by the well-prepared people.
On the corporal's side, there was a wolf body attacking from behind.
"Buzz~-bah-bah!"
Before his comrades could raise their guns and fire, Krieg, a man in TPS armor with obvious female features, raised his sword and separated the head and neck of the wolf.
The corporal who noticed the movement turned around, looked at the corpse, then looked at the female Krieger who was putting away the chain sword, and said, "Thank you."
"..."
Hearing this, the female Krieger responded to the corporal's thanks with a slight nod, and then continued to re-shoot the corpse.
"Brother! You're lucky. Krieger nodded to you, did you see that?"
"Try to chase, maybe you can get your contact information, hahaha~!"
As soon as the female Krieger was not far away, the corporal heard the teasing from his teammates coming from the internal communication. He then shook his head slightly helplessly and found an excuse to refuse:
"No one knows what they look like. Whatever you chase, just mind yourselves."
Corporal and others were talking.
The other two Kriegs of the red helmet platoon left the tunnel where the wolf bodies emerged and returned to the arc-top hall.
The two Kriegs remanded a humanoid creature that was thin, seemed to have no fat, had a body similar to that of a wolf, but had smoother and sticky gray skin, and had an extra pair of arms than a human.
!
"Everyone pay attention!" Seeing this humanoid creature, the second lieutenant couldn't hide his excitement and reported on the communication: "We have captured the creature suspected of being the target!"
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After several hours of fighting, the Sahara Desert where the frontline base is located ushered in a gray and gloomy "morning".
Within the base.
The Umbrella Engineering Department and UNSC engineers who had completed their shift were still driving SCVs and engineering exoskeletons, steadily improving all facilities in the base.
The survivors from Rabat were temporarily housed in two barracks on the south side of the base.
After years of fear, the survivors were finally able to enjoy food and drinks without any worries, and lay on their beds for a good sleep without any worries.
Especially in order to guard the gates of the fortress, Thies Byron, who had not slept much for a month, and less than 300 soldiers of the joint military defense force,
But one "survivor" did not receive this treatment, and even suffered "abuse" from Umbrella.
An interrogation room in the base's central facility.
The humanoid creature captured by Sanpai and Krieger had its four hands roasted on its back and its legs tied. It was twitching on the metal seat as if having an epileptic fit.
"Aw...aow..."
After the convulsion, the humanoid creature shook its head extremely weakly, groaning in pain with difficulty breathing.
It is the "survivor" who suffered inhuman treatment, and it is also the colonizer race that Umbrella wants to find.
Since they are not human beings, it seems reasonable to give them "inhuman treatment".
On the metal seat opposite the colonist, Nova was sitting with her legs crossed, her right foot moving rhythmically, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and she was wearing HES.
Standing diagonally behind Nova was Robert, with his arms folded in front of his chest and a cold face.
All surveillance equipment in the interrogation room has been turned off according to Robert's instructions to provide the "non-existent" Nova with an interrogation environment free from interruptions.
"The explanation so soon? Ha." Nova looked at the colonists in front of her and said contemptuously, then turned to look at Robert and said:
"I have obtained all the information. This guy is the supervisor responsible for manufacturing their biological weapons. The real leader is in New York, and the portal in New York is connected to their home planet...
So can I kill it now? Robert. "
