By the time the Qingmang team arrived at the frontline battlefield, it was already noon.
At this time, the farthest field hospital was already full of wounded people. Upon seeing this, Liu Dan nodded to Lin Qingqing and went directly there.
The remaining people were divided into two groups by Lin Qingqing. Yin Yaxiu and Cheng Xiaohe still followed her, and the rest of the people, Lin Qingqing, were all handed over to Lei Min.
"Your target is the seventh-level spiritual zombie, and then kill as many sixth-level zombies as possible."
There was only one sentence about the mission. As for how they would complete it, Lin Qingqing did not say how.
"Don't worry, captain, we promise to complete the mission!" Lei Min said solemnly.
"Are you the Qingmang Team? It's you who come to support this time?"
At this time, a heroic woman came over. This was the position of their second battalion. She had seen the Qingmang team at the Tibetan base before, so she naturally recognized them at a glance.
"Yes, we are the support team."
"Hello Captain Lin, I am Fang Huai, the commander of the second battalion!"
"Hello, Camp Commander Fang."
"Isn't the military staff short of resources recently? Why did they send you here?"
Like Wei Zhenming, Fang Huai also did not understand the military department's approach.
"This mission was given to us personally by General Luo, please don't worry, Commander Fang."
The battle has not yet begun, so Lin Qingqing can only say this. If she says now that nine members of the Qingmang team can defeat an army, the other party will definitely think she is talking nonsense.
"Hey, Captain Lin, thank you for your hard work. I will assign tasks to you now." Fang Huai thought that Lin Qingqing was saying good things for his boss, so he could only sigh secretly.
"No need, let us do it next time we exchange battlefields."
"You...nine people?"
"Yeah." Lin Qingqing nodded.
A battalion is full of 500 men. How many of them can support a battalion? Fang Huai was very skeptical, but seeing that Lin Qingqing's confident look did not seem like he was talking big words, he thought to himself: Does the Qingmang team really have any trump card?
Fang Huai stared at Lin Qingqing for a long time, and finally agreed with her opinion.
"There are still twenty-five minutes until the next exchange of battlefields. You should prepare in advance. I will tell you about the battle situation."
Fang Huai said and took Lin Qingqing to a small temporary tent nearby.
Ten minutes later, Lin Qingqing walked out of the tent, and then led Yin Yaxiu and Cheng Xiaohe to the front of the position.
"Yaxiu, are you ready?"
"It's been prepared a long time ago." Yin Yaxiu said and took out a silver metal box from her backpack.
The box was square and square, and was made of matte silver. Except for the national emblem of China and the words "Military Department" printed in the middle, there were no other special markings. It looked inconspicuous.
"The people in the Special Needs Department are too ungrateful. Although this thing should be more low-key, this is the first time I've seen a space storage device made into a lunch box."
Yin Yaxiu knocked on the lid of the "lunch box" with disgust and regret, and the next second a secret combination lock appeared above the lid.
She quickly entered a few passwords, and then the matte "lunch box" lid turned transparent.
"Isn't this great? No one would have thought that an ordinary aluminum lunch box could be a mobile military depot for the military."
Cheng Xiaohe also admired the designer's brain circuit. This kind of aluminum lunch box is almost everyone in the army, and it will not attract attention no matter where it is thrown.
"Our White Tiger Legion's space storage is a lunch box. Based on this reasoning, what is the other legion's? A kettle or a washbasin?"
Yin Yaxiu curled her lips and was speechless.
"Generally, soldiers only carry a few things with them, so don't make it difficult for them."
Cheng Xiaohe knew that Yin Yaxiu had a particularly stubborn attitude towards manufacturing equipment, which was to be perfect, whether it was function or appearance, or even color and pattern, which was completely opposite to her usual life style. Cheng Xiaohe suspected that this woman
The person may have put all her delicate thoughts into making weapons and equipment.
Lin Qingqing naturally knew about Yin Yaxiu's "problem". She looked at the other person's aggrieved look amusedly, and she didn't know but thought that the equipment she made was rejected by others.
Checking the time again, there are still ten minutes before the front line is ready to evacuate.
"Lao Cheng will be the first to control the attack of the zombies in a moment, and we will launch a wave of long-range attacks first." Lin Qingqing began to arrange his troops.
The light on the silver box flashed, and then one after another the ice-armored men appeared beside her.
Every time one of these ice-armored men appeared, Yin Yaxiu would hand over a supernatural gun. In this way, one by one, the soldiers lined up and fired one by one. In less than five minutes, the open space was filled with a full camp of ice-armored men.
"Let's take these first. We'll change them after the other battalions have withdrawn." Lin Qingqing said, closing the lid of the "lunch box".
At this time, everyone who saw this scene was shocked. Five hundred "people" actually appeared in front of them out of thin air.
What are these things? Are you going to fight for them with weapons in your hands?
The frontline team had already begun to retreat. Cheng Xiaohe saw the right moment and activated his superpower. Huge vines rose from the ground, carrying spores that could spread toxins, accurately bypassing his own people and rushing towards the group of corpses.
Gray-white petrified toxins spurted out, and all the zombies at the front were frozen in place. Since there is no need to take care of his own people, Cheng Xiaohe naturally does not need to hold back when releasing poison.
Such large-scale control skills are rare, and everyone couldn't help but take a look at this man with glasses and a gentle face.
Cheng Xiaohe's third-level skill is poison attachment, so he can attach his poison to any plant. The petrochemical toxin this time is carried by plant spores, so it is extremely contagious. As long as the distance between two zombies does not exceed half a meter, the toxin will spread quickly, so it is most suitable for use in places with dense zombies. .
Cheng Xiaohe took control of the situation instantly, and then five hundred ice-armored men stepped forward one after another, lined up in a row, and began to shoot at the corpses.
Fang Huai arranged for the soldiers of the second battalion to see this scene when they first arrived at the front line: large dark green vines covered the ground, and zombies were standing motionless among these vines, as if they had been immobilized. Same technique. A row of translucent puppets that looked like puppets were shooting at the corpses with their supernatural guns. The corpses of dead zombies will be immediately dragged away by the vines under their feet to make room for the zombies waiting behind them. When new zombies swarm up, they will repeat the same mistake and be locked in place again.
"Captain Lin, what is this? A new weapon developed by the military?" Fang Huai asked in surprise, pointing to the row of ice-armored men.
"No, is this just my skill?"
"Skills? You said these dolls are your skills? How is that possible!"
"It's really my seventh level skill, it's guaranteed to be genuine."
Everyone who saw her seventh-level skills would not believe it at first. Lin Qingqing was used to this kind of reaction.
After observing carefully for a while, Fang Huai asked again: "Is this really your skill?"
"right."
"Your skills can actually create troops. No wonder the military department only sent you for support."
When the other party answered in the affirmative, Fang Huai suddenly realized.
At this time, Wei Zhenming, who had personally communicated with Luo Shaoxiong, also knew Lin Qingqing's abilities.
"Making soldiers? Is this her law?"
"That's right, so don't worry, Old Wei."
"Hmph, I have at least 20 million zombies here. How many soldiers can she make by herself?"
"Although I don't know exactly how many soldiers Lin Qingqing can make now, it is still no problem to deal with 20 million zombies."
"I can deal with 20 million zombies by myself. Do you think I'm a three-year-old?"
"She's not alone, and isn't there you guys as well? You give them half, that's okay, right?"
"Do you think this is buying food at the vegetable market? Are you paying half for each person? No, you have to pay me today.
How many soldiers does Lin Qingqing have in her hands? "
This is a major matter related to border security and cannot be fooled by a few words.
"I really don't know the specific number," Luo Shaoxiong said with a hint of helplessness in his tone on the phone. When he asked Lin Qingqing if he was sure, the other party didn't even blink and just said, "I promise to complete the task." Relaxed, the tone is natural, and there is no force at all. Lin Qingqing is not an arrogant person, so Luo Shaoxiong saw this and didn't ask any more questions.
Knowing that Wei Zhenming was not easy to fool, Luo Shaoxiong thought for a while and could only say: "Although I don't know the specific number, Lin Qingqing applied for a piece of equipment from the military department before leaving."
"What equipment?"
"Seventh level space storage."
There are only three seventh-level space storage devices in China, and the space inside is as big as half a football field. If calculated based on this area...
A number appeared in Wei Zhenming's mind. He recited the number silently twice, and then fell silent.
"What about weapons? You wouldn't give her even a bullet, would you?"
"How is that possible? Our White Tiger Legion is not that bird." Luo Shaoxiong's voice suddenly became louder when he heard this.
"Before Lin Qingqing left, she also applied for 1,000 supernatural rifles and 500 small supernatural cannons. These were all approved by me personally."
Luo Shaoxiong's words made Wei Zhenming feel a little more at ease. Although these were light weapons, they were still quite numerous.
"Don't worry, Old Wei. The Qingmang team has rich combat experience. Even though they are young, they have fought such large battles several times."
"How long have they been joining your White Tiger Legion?"
Wei Zhenming snorted lightly, but did not question Luo Shaoxiong's words again.
Luo Shaoxiong was noncommittal and shamelessly praised a few more words before hanging up the phone.
"Have the Second Battalion retreated? Let Fang Huai come over."
After receiving Luo Shaoxiong's guarantee, Wei Zhenming looked through the information carefully, and still called Fang Huai over uneasily.
Fang Huai knew what he wanted to ask, so he took out a video.
This was recorded on the front line just before she came. The scene in the picture is Cheng Xiaohe and the ice armor man working together to kill zombies.
With vines, toxins, and seemingly simple but extremely accurate puppets made of ice, the combat effect of just two people reached the level of a battalion.
Wei Zhenming watched silently. Although there was no expression on his face, there was a storm in his heart.
