"Hurry! Hurry up!"
"Boost!!!"
Hoarse.
It was freezing and snowy, and thick blue ice-colored dark clouds were pressing overhead.
Paul Coggin, who was responsible for directing the evacuation of survivors, stood on the roof of a military green off-road vehicle, waving his arms over and over to direct the crowd to move.
Behind him, a dense crowd of survivors were drilling into a black space door.
Survivors with large and small bags and carrying all their belongings lined up in a long queue, with fear on their faces and confusion about the future.
Half a meter above the ground, the space door suspended in mid-air seems to have torn a hole in the canvas of reality, with deep black in the center.
Crowds of people filed into it, and black portals appeared in different locations as the team moved.
With each white light, the portal was like a black hole, sucking a group of ten survivors into it.
exhausted.
The awakened ones responsible for supplying the portal energy sat on the roof of the car, relying on each other. Whenever one team lost power, the next team was like a precise gear, hurriedly stepping on without any delay.
One second of delay will save 10 people, and one minute will equal 600 people. Every living life forces them not to make any mistakes.
His breath turned into mist, and as the convoy moved, Paul subconsciously looked at the dark red in the distance. My chapped hands couldn't help but grab the snow on the roof of the car and rub my tired face.
In the distance is the Awakened Legion responsible for intercepting the red tide.
In no time, some third-level awakeners could be seen crashing into the ground from the sky, and clusters of shining spiritual energy exploded in dark red.
The towed artillery fired intermittently, and the brass-colored shells drew an arc in the air like raindrops, and then exploded with a bang.
Everyone was trying their best to stop the chasing tide of corpses, and they used almost every method possible.
However, it seems that these zombies, who are soaked in red potion, cannot be killed no matter what.
"boom!!"
Steel power!
Rushing at the front of the intercepting legion, Tyer was like a leopard charging forward. His right fist was instantly filled with a thick layer of metal particles, and then he punched out his right fist as if energy was blasted out.
As the metal particles were sprayed out at high speeds under the pressure of force, the tide of corpses tens of meters in front of them seemed to have been shattered by hundreds of shotguns, and everything was cleared in the blink of an eye.
Tired... sleepy... numb...
I don’t know how long I have been fighting.
Tyr had no time to check the results of his battle, but hurriedly rushed into the corpse group again without saying a word.
After the transaction with Lin An was completed, although the pressure in his heart was reduced a lot, the situation did not seem to be in a desperate situation.
But he knew that everything was a temporary illusion.
Their war zone has also been included in the countdown to destruction by the system.
If you guessed it correctly, in Chita Town, which is the core of the zombie tide, more than 30 third-order mutants have been born there!
They seem to be able to evacuate now and stop the Crimson Tide from pursuing them, purely because there are no high-level mutants in the zombie tide.
"call out!"
In the midst of his confused thoughts, a sharp arrow shot out whizzing past Tyer's face.
There was not much movement on Tyr's originally exhausted face, and he just subconsciously looked back at the team.
Among the three-person Awakened team, an agility-type Awakened person whose right hand was hanging in front of him like a noodle looked at him in panic.
"Sir...I...I..."
His face was pale, and the spiritual energy on the bow-wielding awakened person was dim. He endured the pain. Before he could explain, his companions on the side hurriedly explained to Tyer in a nervous manner.
"Sir! Kosuya is too tired! His hand was broken off! He didn't shoot it accidentally!"
Supporting his companion, this second-level awakener looked nervous.
The tense battle situation did not allow him to say anything more.
The look back was only brief. After hearing the explanation, Tyer didn't care. Unlike everyone's expectation that he would get angry and reprimand him, he just forced a smile and signaled that the team should be rotated for the time being.
He didn't pay too much attention to Kosuya's honest mistake.
Everyone is too tired from the fighting till now.
While running, intercepting at the same time.
In extremely cold weather, not only do you need to consume psychic energy to release skills, but the precious psychic energy also needs to supply body heat.
With no time to eat, a large number of awakened people have begun to lose their physical strength due to high-intensity consumption.
Looking at the endless tide of corpses, he sighed silently and just rushed into the corpse group again.
Punch after punch, mechanically tearing apart the tide of corpses, Tyer couldn't help but think of that figure more than once.
If Lin An were here... maybe the situation would be much better...
He remembered clearly that Lin An had a bunch of range skills. Especially the shocking sword storm that strangles everything, and the strange shock wave attack.
Now that I think about it, it is really suitable for group battles.
If you think about it carefully, Lin An is not only explosively powerful alone, but also abnormal in groups...
I really don’t know how there can be such a perfect awakened person in this world...
With his thoughts in turmoil, Taire shook his head to get Lin An's shadow out of his mind.
What are you thinking about that pervert... He is a greedy vampire demon...
After another group of Chita zombies cleared away a large area, Tyer subconsciously calculated how many people were still there who had not teleported away.
Nearly two days have passed since Lin An's transaction. As of now, they have already escaped from the safe zone.
It is the same as the plan given by Lin An.
They chose to escape in the opposite direction, leading the group of Chita zombies to the far east and west permafrost areas. There was no one there, and the extreme cold could only affect the zombies' mobility to a limited extent.
Teleporting while running, a large march of up to a million people was like a fleeing ant colony on the white ice field.
In addition to being unskilled when using the teleportation authority at the beginning, after wasting precious half an hour, the awakened ones in the team were already turning like gears under the layer-by-layer arrangement.
All second-level awakeners and above intercepted the Chita zombies from the rear, while a small number of third-level ones were responsible for luring away the mutants who joined the battle.
The remaining first-level awakeners are responsible for supplying teleportation energy to ensure that a large number of ordinary people are teleported back to the safe hinterland of the Soviet-Russian war zone.
It can be said that under Tyr's insistence, the awakened people kept the most dangerous things to themselves.
...
"Buzz--"
"The 2038th transport flight is in place! Ready to depart!"
Overhead, the engine of the "tourist transport plane" transporting survivors back and forth made a huge roar.
Standing at the front of the crowd, a second-level awakened officer kept scolding the people who got on the plane:
"Everything is lost! Don't bring anything on the plane!"
"One less weight, one more life!"
"Whoever dares to hide items privately will be shot on the spot!"
The screams were numb and mechanical. Several soldiers carried rifles on their backs and pushed the survivors who dared not speak into the transport plane over and over again.
As the second escape option, transport planes mainly transport the elderly, weak, sick and disabled.
During the escape, this group of survivors who thought they would be abandoned did not complain at this time and had no choice but to silently throw all their belongings on the ground.
Wearing only thin body-hugging clothes, the not-so-large fighter plane was crowded with all kinds of survivors.
At first glance, it looks like sardines in a can.
"Load 40! Actual load 75!"
"The 2038th transport plane is ready to take off!!"
The commander shouted, and the transport plane full of survivors roared hard and slowly into the sky.
Looking at the brightly painted word "Long An" on the transport plane, the awakened person in charge couldn't help but have a flash of envy in his eyes, and...
Sigh deeply.
.....
"Captain Lin, the Soviet-Russian war zone is ahead!"
Eleven hours later, as the sky entered late night again, Lin An calmly jumped out of the fighter plane with Mo Ling in his arms. Zhang Tie, who was still holding a bottle of beer behind him, drank it in one gulp and looked at the darkness at his feet with emotion. Blue permafrost.
This is the junction of Outer Mongolia and Soviet Russia, and the weather is not that cold yet.
As far as the eye can see, there is a flat wilderness.
After waving his hand, Lin An signaled Yuntian to return directly and looked into the distance with flashing eyes.
The air is filled with the faint smell of earth and mud.
One step across the war zone boundary, and in an instant, a system prompt automatically sounded:
"Hey, we have entered the Soviet-Russian war zone."
"The current danger level in the war zone: high!"
"Warning: This war zone has entered a destruction warning state. You can accept relevant war zone missions in any safe zone."
