Early in the morning, on an autumn night, there is wind in the mountains and forests, and the bright moon shines on the road.
Between the black peaks of black, the white road was twisted forward. A dozen military cars rowed rows of large wheels turned forward, and the engine's sound of the engine shocked the birds and beasts.
There were about 600 recruits who had worn armor for less than 20 days and 20 instructors in the car, and they died quietly. At this moment, some people were afraid, some were excited, some were trembling, and some people needed to make a choice.
"425, 491 recruits, are currently ..." I don't know which instructor on the car, trying to respond.
"Recruits? Don't come ... go." The opposite love interrupted and yelled loudly: "Give up, take them away!"
In this sentence, the dialogue was over, and everything on the car fell into death again. Only the sounds of the battlefield on the car intercom continued...
collision,
scream,
And the blood and cruelty that cannot be seen here.
The big tip was raging, and his comrades were sacrificed. The tall wheels are still rolling forward. If there is no accident, they are constantly approaching the battlefield ...
"Di ~", someone opened the interior band of the recruits, and the sound came. "Seeing the situation, it is difficult for them to support the surrounding area teams."
In this way, just statement, no comments, proposal.
No one responded to him.
A mountain bay not far ahead.
"All the vehicles have it." In the first car in the head, Zhang Daoan first picked up the call device, lowered his head and opened his head, and his voice was indifferent.
The instruction call is over.
The soldier driving the vehicle turned to Zhang Daoan. Zhang Daoan got up and walked around, stood beside him, and commanded the vehicle to complete his head in the mountain bay.
Then, all vehicles completed their heads one after another.
"Accelerate." Without any explanation and explanation, Zhang Daoan issued a second instruction, and then stopped calling for the internal frequency band of the recruits.
More than a dozen large cars began to run towards the way.
In the shaking carriage, on the vehicle call device, the call of the entire area frequency band recovers ... the chaotic killing and the roar of the fighting continue.
After a while, the voice was caught.
"1123, still fighting ..."
However, this is the last sentence. The call for help is over. Perhaps the soldiers responsible for the communication temporarily left the call device and turned to pump into the battlefield.
Two minutes, four minutes.
The wheels carried 600 recruits in the fierce and quiet, leaving the 1123 battlefield.
"Ka." The sound of the call device broken suddenly came.
The sound of fighting and collision in the call ... ended abruptly.
1123 ... It should be lonely now.
Two minutes.
"1123... They should still be fighting." Someone said during the internal frequency call based on the sound of the battle.
"Report, Zhang Zhao, the instructor of the 491 Regiment, applied for an independent investment assistance, and asked the chief instructor for approval ... 1123 has my comrade -in -arms of the recruit camp. I just seem to hear his voice." We continue to move forward, it should already be safe ... "
Because of this sentence, the sound in the vehicle call was short -term.
One minute.
"Call ..." Zhang Daoan spoke again, "Lao Cao?"
The old Cao in his mouth was the chief instructor of the 491th regiment.
"Well, it should be almost safe", the response came, "Let's go ... help to stop it."
"good."
At the end of the call, Zhang Dao'an got up, patted the driver's shoulder, and said, "I will always open it later, remember ... Keep it, don't stop."
After speaking, he stood beside the front door, turned to look at the recruits on the car, saw Han Qingyu, looked at it, and then He Tangtang ... Liu Shiheng.
"By the knife." He suddenly leaned down to Liu Shiheng, who was sitting in the front row.
Liu Shiheng stunned, took off his knife and handed it over.
Zhang Daoan took it, because there was already a knife on his back, and the right hand was held in his right hand.
Mira got up in the back row.
"You stay, Lieutenant Mira ... just in case," Zhang Daoan said, "In case of any accident, you are the strongest to restrain the big tip of the big tip ... you want, lead it away."
Mira: "... Yes."
Then Zhang Daoan turned back, "Park."
The driver stopped and the front door opened.
"... the children, I will give it to you."
After Zhang Daoan finished speaking, he got out of the car through the front door.
425 and 491 each left an instructor behind, and the rest all got out of the car. Soon, 18 people got on one of the vacated vehicles, turned around, and sped away at an almost crazy speed.
"The convoy continues to move forward." Mira spoke on the intercom.
The wheels are rolling, and 600 new soldiers continue to work hard to escape from the 1123 area.
…………
"Check the source energy consumption...everyone." In the car, Zhang Daoan took off his knife, a dead iron straight knife in his left and right hands, and stood up.
The car responded: "Inspection completed."
"Okay...get out of the car."
The vehicle stopped suddenly, and the eighteen instructors jumped out of the car. They immediately turned on the device, holding knives in their hands, and ran past bushes, weeds, and rocks... towards the valley.
Broken wood.
Blood.
corpse.
The sound of collision.
"Where should I stand?" 491 Lao Cao asked while running while observing the terrain ahead.
"The main attack position." Zhang Daoan said.
"Side attack position."
"Left wing."
"..."
The formation that matched the terrain was completed in a short time. In the forest not far ahead, there was a large body covered in wounds. Seven or eight injured members of the 1123 team surrounded it and were engaged in a final desperate fight.
"425."
"491."
"The instructors group of the new barracks is here to help."
"boom."
Without having time to make any unnecessary exchanges, Zhang Daoan and others pounced on them as soon as they arrived.
Zhang Daoan's two swords were hard connected with the big point and swept sideways.
There are 17 knives left, and they are slashed at every joint.
…………
"Kick-kick-kick-kick..."
Still familiar to the soldiers, with a heart-wrenching cracking sound, the big sword fell. The instructors paid the price of two deaths and assisted 1123 to end the battle as quickly as possible.
"Your captain..." Zhang Daoan paused with blood on his chest, "Where are the other two big heads?"
"Why come?!"
"us……"
"Over there, over there... they suddenly broke out, and we chased them... without delaying them." The seriously injured 1123 soldier roared in pain, and then weakly raised his finger in one direction.
The instructors group instantly fell into panic and dead silence.
Because the direction of the soldier's finger was exactly where the 600 recruits from the two regiments were going.
The vehicle was traveling on a winding mountain road.
As for Dajian, it passes directly through the mountain forest...
"The last one that came out was very strong." Another 1123 soldier said with blood-red eyes and panic: "The captain just wants to keep it..."
"Red shoulders?" Lao Cao from 491 asked nervously.
"No, but it's stronger than the average big tip. It may be the kind we encountered in the past with red eraser support..."
At this moment, Zhang Daoan's whole body was shaken. He should have had too many emotional reactions, but at the scene, he could no longer take care of it.
"Call, call, request call...Lieutenant Mira."
The internal frequency band was turned on, Zhang Daoan held the intercom and kept calling.
The 15 instructors behind him all looked at him silently.
"boom!"
There was no response, only a sudden loud noise came from the intercom.
That was the sound of the vehicle hitting with great force in the direction being measured.
Then, "Bang."
The sound of a vehicle flipping over.
Zhang Daoan heard the children's exclamations.
"Hey, hey, hey..."
This is the sound of the pillar sword being pulled in the iron sheet.
"The children... were attacked."
He turned his head and said numbly.
