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The wheels rolled over the gravel-strewn dirt road, causing waves of swaying bumps. This also added a touch of fatigue to the faces of the soldiers in the carriage who had just experienced a life-and-death struggle.
The mutants did not continue to block the convoy. When the bodies of the snipers were thrown off the assault vehicle, they seemed to be greatly frightened. They moved away from their original positions and shrank into the dark corners of the surrounding houses. Silently watching the human convoy speed away in front of him.
Lin Xiang raised his head and leaned on the hard deck of the carriage in silence. Until now, his mind was still filled with everything that happened more than ten minutes ago.
That voice is definitely not an illusion. He was sure he heard it. Buthow should I put it, the voice that appeared in my mind was not the Chinese that I was used to familiar with. It was an alternative language that he had never heard before and was extremely unfamiliar.
However, he was able to understand it.
?Perhaps, this cannot be counted as listening. how to say! It was like a voice lurking in his head, a mysterious consciousness, using this special method to let him "know" what happened to him.
This is really weird. Lin Xiang felt: This is simply a scene that only happens in movies.
Also, the way the killed mutant looked at me was so weird. The red blood light reflected in its eyes seemed to fade slightly in an instant. There is no such ferociousness and cruelty as in the past. Instead, it seemsit seems to be fear, andand respect
is it possible? No, it sounds more like a joke.
Gene Lock Parasite Damn it, what on earth are these!
"Whew¡ª¡ª"
Lin Xiang fiercely opened the buttons on the collar of the protective suit and took a deep breath. Wanting to clear all the strange thoughts from my mind. However, the more he did this, the various chaotic thoughts that came to him became like flies circling back and forth, making him restless for a moment.
Just when his fingers were unbuttoning his clothes, Lin Xiang's body suddenly trembled slightly. The palms of his hands that were about to pull the collar to both sides felt as if they were shocked and suddenly froze there.
The shoulder and neckthe woundyes, that wound, the place where he was stabbed by the mutant when he was escaping from Kunming City. Could it be that I have finally become one of those monsters?
He pinched his left hand subconsciously. It was found that the soft fingers showed no signs of sticking together. Although the exposed skin is a little darkened, it still maintains its original color, instead of being as black as coal and ink like a mutant.
In other words: I am still a normal human being
Sitting in the bumpy and swaying car, bursts of cold sweat broke out on the forehead and had completely soaked the ends of the hair. Because of this, the involuntary body tremors were completely covered up by the vibrations of the car body.
Lin Xiang is certain that he has been infected by that unknown virus. But what puzzled him was that the body did not mutate like those of the deceased.
This is not normal.
So many people have died, am I the only exception?
The answer, what exactly is it
"Crunch¡ª¡ª"
¡°Suddenly, the sound of braking caused by the violent friction between the rubber tires and the ground caused panic and panic in the fleeing team. Through the glass front of the assault vehicle, one can clearly see: more than a dozen mutants with bone blades tilted up, slowly walking from the opposite side of the street. Those deep-set eyes were filled with thirst and desire for dripping blood.
Qi Yue did not give any orders, and no one fired. Except for the children who were hiding in their mother's arms and crying without knowing why, everyone was looking at these terrible life-seekers with complex and fearful eyes.
All mutants are wearing tattered gray-green military protective clothing. A few of them even wore blood-stained M5-style military helmets. Just on the upper end of the left arm of the protective suit, there is a five-star pattern with a red background and yellow edges, and the word "Army" embroidered in eye-catching black thread.
"They were once our people"
The colonel's face turned blue and he murmured subconsciously. His hands holding the butt of the gun were trembling involuntarily.
As the most elite soldier, he can bravely face any opponent. However, these monsters appearing in front of us are actually our former colleagues!
He really couldn't do it. This is simply like shooting with your own hands, and the result is just as uncomfortable for your own brother
¡°Get out of my way¡ª¡ª¡±
Suddenly, Lin Xiang jumped up from the car like a furious lion, grabbed the G180s long-range sniper rifle from the soldier next to him, and placed it heavily on the beam of the roof of the car. With the dull sound of gunfire, a blood hole as thick as the mouth of a bowl had exploded in the head of the mutant walking at the front.
"They are no longer human beings. We must kill them, do it quickly¡ª¡ª"
Lin Xiang roared at the top of his lungs while looking through the cross on the scope and firing bullets one after another accurately. Two lines of eye-catching tears had already rolled down her cheeks.
Those mutants are all his comrades-in-arms. Without them, he might have died in Kunming City long ago, becoming a walking zombie looking for prey among the ruins.
Lin Xiang still clearly remembers what the captain said to him before he died.
"While I'm still conscious, chop off my head. Don't act like a mother-in-law. I'm a soldier and I want to die with dignity. Please, don't let me turn into that cold-blooded monster¡ª¡ª"
Death is the easiest relief. The mutation of the corpse is the greatest insult to the deceased.
"Shoot¡ª¡ª"
The dense rain of bullets ejected from the multi-barreled machine guns drove the approaching mutants back step by step. The violent metal barrages tore their powerful bodies into pieces. The bullet that pierced the body scattered the warm brains and soft heart fragments A few minutes later, only black corpses were left lying in a pool of blood on the spacious street.
Lin Xiang wiped away the tears from his eyes, jumped out of the carriage expressionlessly, and walked quickly to the nearest mutant corpse. He pulled out the dagger from his waist and thrust it hard into his still twitching neck. With the sound of dismemberment, he picked out a square pendant from the smelly flesh and carefully put it into his chest pocket.
That is the identity plate of a soldier of the Republic. From generals to soldiers, everyone has it.
The second one.
The third body
No one spoke or stopped. It wasn't until he had collected all the nameplates on all the corpses and returned to the car that the convoy carrying the refugees started again. With the roar of the motor, it quickly drove away from the ruins along the original road. The dead city.
On the gray roof, a half-foot-square chandelier hangs. The dim light reflected from the frosted glass cover showed a light yellow color that was almost amber-like.
Since returning from the mission, Lin Xiang has been lying on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling above his head. A chandelier and several cement tops separated by plastic strips have become the only contents in his eyes that will not change at all.
On the wooden table painted with military green paint in front of the bed, there is a lunch box with the lid open. Through the solidified fat and the squeezed meat and vegetables, you can see that the rice grains underneath have become cold and hard. Still, in the eyes of the hungry, they retain their primal allure.
Although his stomach was already empty, Lin Xiang had no appetite at all. He just stared at the ceiling blankly, not wanting to speak, and his thoughts were blank as if he was a zombie without consciousness and unable to move.
It has been in this state for two full days.
Many people came to see him.
Curious officers and soldiers, reporters who wanted to dig out exclusive reports, medical officers who were worried about his physical condition all of them, without exception, were blocked by Qi Yue. Facing many dissatisfied faces and questioning eyes, the colonel only said one sentence.
"If you are forced to kill your friends and relatives with your own hands, then you will become just like him."
Maybe it¡¯s because maintaining the same posture for a long time makes the body feel a little numb. After the meal bugle blew in the afternoon, Lin Xiang finally got up from the bed where he had been lying for nearly fifty hours.
"Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?" The colonel sat on the chair next to him calmly, holding a lit cigarette in his hand as usual.
He has been staying here these past few days.
Lin Xiang¡¯s eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, fatigue and haggardness were revealed under his pale skin, and his hair, which had not been washed for a long time, was scattered in front of his forehead. He stuck out his tongue, licked his chapped lips, and asked in a hoarse voice, hesitantly and lowly: "can you take me to the shooting range?"
"Boom¡ª¡ª"
He glanced at the moving target that was blown to pieces with an expressionless face. He let go of his hand and the empty magazine slipped from the handle of the gun. Immediately afterwards, he took a new magazine from the equipment table next to him, filled it, loaded it, and fired.
Half an hour passed, and shell casings scattered at Lin Xiang¡¯s feet were everywhere. The ammunition boxes on the equipment table were everywhere.Also completely emptied. The observer sitting in the monitoring room stared at Lin Xiang on the screen with one hand holding a gun with his mouth wide open.
The hand-seat force of the "Special Six" pistol is extremely large. Continuous firing in a short period of time will cause huge shocks to the shoulders, neck and other parts. In this case, paralyzed nerves not only make it difficult to maintain accurate shooting, but also cause tearing damage to joints and ligaments.
The young warrant officer in front of him actually fired more than 700 rounds of special explosive bombs in thirty minutes. Not only were the shots perfect, but he also maintained a one-handed shooting posture.
This completely overturned the observer's understanding of firearms.
Seven hundred heavy rear seat impacts can shatter even the all-steel shoulder pads. Could it be that this guy's bones are harder than high-strength alloys?
Qi Yue sat in the audience with his hands crossed, looking at Lin Xiang without saying a word.
Although there was no expression on his face, his heart was also full of huge shock.
As the commander of the 64th Mobile Team, he certainly knows the specific parameters and power of various firearms.
Shooting with special explosive shells, his continuous shooting record is 271 rounds. As for shooting accuracy, it remains at around 75 percent. This is already the limit that my body can bear, and it is also the elite-level record verified by the military of various countries so far.
The young man in front of him has more than doubled his own record. What's even more frightening is that the hit rate actually reached 100%.
If he hadn¡¯t seen it with his own eyes, Qi Yue would never believe it was true.
This confused the colonel.
The 75th Infantry Division is only a Type B combat unit. How could it have such excellent soldiers? Regardless of other aspects, the shooting ability just shown is enough to become a member of the most elite unit.
He knew very well that the reason why Lin Xiang asked to come to the shooting range was because he wanted to fully release the pain and depression in his heart amidst the smoke and deafening roar. Could it be that this kind of terrifying strength comes from the explosion of potential when facing death?
The colonel couldn¡¯t help but fell into deep thought
He didn¡¯t even notice when Lin Xiang put down the gun in his hand. With perseverance and determination on his face, he slowly walked up to him and held his five fingers together in a standard military salute.
"Warrant Officer Lin Xiang of the 64th Mobile Force, requested to participate in the next action plan. I hope to approve¡ª¡ª"
In the human dictionary, "autumn" is often associated with words that represent beauty such as "harvest". In people's habitual thinking, this season should be full of very comfortable golden colors, with warm sunshine everywhere, and heavy fruits hanging on the tips of the branches.
"Those so-called writers are all blind. If I can get out of here alive, I must let these damn guys know what the real autumn is like¡ª¡ª"
He stretched out his hand to wipe the rainwater that splashed on his face from outside. Zhang Wancheng cursed and closed the half-open window a little, feeling the coldness caused by the contact of the raindrops with his skin. He hugged him tighter and tighter, already being The m5g43 assault rifle was a little warm.
It has been raining for four days.
From the perspective of a professional weatherman, the rain was actually not heavy. Although the dark sky was filled with thick dark clouds, there was no heavy rain. Fine, tiny water droplets fell from mid-air, slowly soaking into the dry soil. They form a light gray curtain between heaven and earth, giving everything a faint haziness.
Almost every day, Zhang Wancheng uses the most vicious words to curse the gods who control the weather. Under this irresistible natural influence, the sight line of observation and the accuracy of bullet hitting the target are reduced by nearly one third.
More than a week has passed since I stayed in this semi-old air raid shelter. Except for Zhang Wancheng and eight other soldiers who were regular soldiers, the remaining more than 100 people were all lucky survivors of the city. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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