Chapter 167: Fighting for the Corpse

The messy bricks and stones blocked the roads on both sides of the bank building. The wreckage of a bus with only frames was overturned on the road, the loose walls were forcibly pushed down, and ragged armed rebels curled up in simple fortifications lined with steel bars.

This is a temporary barricade, with building materials available everywhere in the ruins. The weathered and broken buildings are the best bunker. Unfortunately... there are too few people guarding the barricade.

The wind on the roof was very strong, and the wild airflow swept through the sand and hit the face, causing pain like a knife cutting.

Wang Yi stood next to an abandoned solar water heater, staring at the burning flames in the distance expressionlessly. The yellow and rough skin surface showed bloodless paleness.

The distance between facts and imagination was too great. He always believed that Solomon's guards did not have the ability to attack, but in less than 48 hours, the peripheral defense he arranged had been completely broken, and even the "toys" that were highly anticipated were all lost.

Wang Yi was not stupid. He knew very well the strength gap between himself and Solomon. War was not a simple competition of personnel numbers, ammunition, supplies, food, drinking water... Everything was indispensable. Solomon was a shrewd businessman. He did not understand the art of war and knew nothing about command. However, he could rely on the instinct of merchants, as well as the familiarity of several major forces around Jincheng and the long-established trade relations network to suppress the rebels in the northern area, which seemed to have a geographical advantage, but in fact there was no life-long death.

For half a year, no caravan entered the North District to trade. The rebels could only rely on recycling shells for secondary charges and reuse to fill in ammunition losses. The food supplement was not optimistic. The residents of the North District had fled in large numbers as early as the beginning of the war, and a small number of controlled civilians were forced to cultivate on the vacant land in the city. Due to the barren soil and a lot of radiation, and there was not enough water to irrigate it, the crops grown were not considered as a harvest. The hungry militants could not even wait until they were fully mature, so they quickly cut off the green and tender seedlings and mixed grains to fill their stomachs. Now, the few pieces of arable land in the city have long been deserted and solidified, and except for the gray-yellow dry hard soil blocks, there is no more connection to the plants.

Greed will weaken human wisdom, and Wang Yi has already felt this deeply.

If I am not so eager to achieve success, I am not trying to conquer the entire city and gain absolute dominance, nor am I not allowing them to kill them at will to satisfy the desires of my subordinates... The current situation is definitely not like this.

He used to have many opportunities to get profits.

In the early days of the war, Solomon sent people to ask for negotiations and govern according to their respective forces in Liujin City. Other forces around the environmental city also demanded control of the corresponding proportion by secretly supporting materials. However, Wang Yi refused them all without exception. At that time, he was extremely arrogant. Apart from taking Liujin City and enjoying this plump cake alone, he had no extra thoughts in his mind.

No one expected the situation to take a sharp turn. Fall, losses, defeats, retreats... To this day, the number of rebels has been drastically reduced, and ammunition and various reserves have almost been exhausted. Even according to the most optimistic estimate, the food can only last for three days.

The violent wind wrapped around the long military coat, rolling up and down in the air, and the cold that pierced the bone marrow mercilessly drove away the warmth that was close to the body. However, Wang Yi did not feel cold. He only felt tired, felt fear and confusion about the unpredictable future, and even sweat began to seep from his forehead and nose.

Arrogant people have the capital to be arrogant.

Wang Yi is no exception. His reliance does not come from his own or the armed forces he possesses, but from Sutland Walker.

When he first came to Liujin City, he claimed to be a doctor. This guy wearing a black coat all year round had a very direct purpose. He found Wang Yi and claimed that he was conducting a so-called medical experiment, requiring sufficient material support. In return, he would create a "toy" with strong combat capabilities to help the insurgents seize the South District.

Wang Yi did not believe the words in this kind of scene. With a temptation and curiosity, he brought the middle-aged man named Rand Walker into the corpse freezer. It was there that he truly understood the true meaning of the word "fear".

Rand Walker dripped a cultured biological solution into the chest of the deceased. The soft corpse that had just finished thawing actually got up from the cold mortal bed, walked to him, raised his right hand, and gave a barely acceptable military salute in a non-standard posture.

Wang Yi was stunned.

This is definitely not a trick to play with by circus or magicians, nor is it the result of using metal machinery to modify the body structure of the deceased. According to Rand Walker, it is the power of cells, the potential of the origin of the earth's biological origin, and another transfer of life forms.

"They will not be afraid of death. As long as they don't hit the key points, bullets and explosions will have no effect on them. Even powerful evolutionary psychics will only lose when fighting them in close combat. They do not need supplies, do not need food and water to replenish them. The activated cell regeneration ability can increase the physical movement ability of the dead to the limit. They are the best warriors, they will not resist, they will not doubt, and they will only execute any suicide commands without reservation. They are the "toys" I made and the elite combat power you must conquer this city."

Rand Walker's words were full of naked confusion. Of course, what he said was not the truth. "Toys" do have incredible powerful combat performance, but their defects are also obvious - they are slow to move and do not have the ability to react and change. They cannot think, and can only guide linear attacks according to the initial sound. Their perception range is very limited, and opponents outside the detection distance can easily suppress them with dense firepower. The worst thing is that since the body functions have completely necrotic, the cell control can only be maintained for a short time. Once the body rots or ligaments, the bones fall off and are missing, they will completely lose their ability to move and turn into a pile of soft and smelly rotten meat.

Wang Yi couldn't care about so many things at all. Like all the rulers who were blinded by greed, he was full of desire and fantasy for such powerful biological weapons. The boundary between the dead and the living in the radiation world was not very obvious. Apart from serving the living as food, who would have thought that a cold and hard corpse could actually play a role in the battlefield?

Rand Walker is not an angel, and "toys" are not given free of charge. In exchange, he needs various conveniences that Wang Yi has provided for research, venues, electricity, clean water, and a large number of fresh corpses.

According to him, the performance of the "toy" is not stable, and he needs time to redevelop more powerful activated cells. Wang Yi can all meet these requirements. It is from that time that corpses smashed by machine guns can often be seen near the blockade lines in the south and north of Liujin City.

...

The mercenaries were advancing faster and faster, and the deafening gunfire and explosion blocked every auditory nerve. Wang Yi, who was standing on the roof, stared at the increasingly clear figures of soldiers a hundred meters away, his heart full of anxiety and anxiety. Time passed by minute by minute, and there was no news on his side. The powerful offensive firepower suppressed the rebels on the barricade and could not move at all.

He subconsciously looked at his watch. It was nearly three o'clock in the afternoon. According to the agreement with Land Walker, two hundred newly completed "toys" should have been put into the battle half an hour ago. However, until now, these biological weapons that were highly anticipated have disappeared.

"Go, urge Rand Walker and let him attack immediately-" Wang Yi, who was furious, roared at the guard beside him.

The guard rushed down the stairs. Although he was running very quickly, Wang Yi still felt that his movements were too slow. He kept looking at his watch and repeatedly calculated the advancement distance between the mercenaries and the barricade. At this moment, a mortar shell that broke through the air exploded and exploded on the top of the building. Wang Yi quickly turned his body to avoid the flames and smoke. He just bent down and wanted to go around the low wall next to him as a cover, he suddenly caught a figure who rushed out of the bottom of the building and ran quickly towards the north exit of the city from the corner of his eyes.

The black coat, black leather boots, and even the top hat on his head was black. Perhaps in order to take a last look at the solid ruins of the old era, he stood down at the corner of the street, turned around, and the moment his eyes collided, Wang Yi clearly saw the familiar face and the slightly mocking smile on the corner of the other person's mouth.

"Land, De, Woke--you damn bastard--"

Staring at his blood-filled eyes, Wang Yi gritted hissing and roaring. At this time, appearing in that position only means one thing--he wants to escape and leave the North District far away.

There will be no more "toys", everything is over.

Downstairs, there were dense gunfire and screams one after another. Without looking back, Wang Yi also knew that it was the wailing of the militants who guarded the barricades before their death. Mercenaries had overwhelming combat advantage and lacked biological weapons as support. It was only a matter of time before they failed.

The violent gunfire echoed everywhere over the city, but the burning flames in Wang Yi's eyes gradually became dim. He climbed up from the ground with difficulty, stumbled to the edge of the building, staring at the army rushing like a tide along the streets in the south with a dull expression, drew out his pistol in despair, aimed at the right side of his head, and pulled the trigger hard.

...

When Lin Xiang walked into the bank building, Yarman was cutting off Wang Yi's head with a dagger from the body. Through a collapsed chest wall made of gravel and debris, dozens of live ammunition mercenaries confronted several members of the "Vulture Mercenary Group".

A burly mercenary walked up to him. This was a very tall man with a tightly stinging hand-bearded on his rough cheeks and a imitation m5g43 assault rifle on his thick and strong arms. He was wearing a heavily worn combat suit, and a large piece of black and gray oil was accumulated on his knees and chest. He was holding a cigarette that was about to be finished in the middle of his thick lips. Occasionally, airflow shaved through the crowd, and immediately drifted away the strong and choking smell of inferior tobacco.

Everyone's eyes released a greedy gaze, and each line of sight was focused on the corpse that fell from the roof and almost fell into meat sauce on the concrete floor. Fortunately, the head point happened to be in the center of the bodies of the two dead rebels, which was preserved intact by accident.

Although Solomon issued a mission with a certain deceptive nature, the mercenaries did not want to care about it so much - the North District had been captured, and the Liujin City guards guarding the southern blockade line could not pose a threat to them. The rest was to count the spoils, detour back to the city center, and settle their due rewards.

Wang Yi's head is the most valuable part of the entire mission, with a total of 500,000 Sosbian dollars, which is an jealous wealth.

"I am Crova, a licensed mercenary of the "Fire Mercenary Group". The man of high quality took two steps forward, squeezing his right fist, which was larger than the bear, and waved intimidatingly in the air, saying in a thunderous voice: "We saw this corpse first, and he must be handled by me-"

"Don't you fucking fart-"

With a heavy wave of the dagger, he cut off the last complete muscle on the neck of the corpse. Yarman grabbed the hair from the top of Wang Yi's skull and cursed: "This offensive route is made by us with human lives and bullets. If you have the ability, don't follow me, go back and forth, and rush to your own direction."

Crova's face changed, and he stared at him with red eyes for a long time, with a terrifying and ferocious look as if he wanted to swallow the other party alive.

The facts Yarman said.

The corpse attacking under the cover of night caused heavy casualties for the mercenaries. In order to resist this immortal monster, the mercenaries consumed an astonishing amount of ammunition. If they searched for gunfire and exploded, they gathered around armored trucks and followed the "Vulture Mercenary Group" as the main force to jointly attack, and they would not be able to rush into the core of the rebel forces in a short time.

Anger made Crova's face dyed black in an instant. He picked up the assault rifle in his hand, aimed at Yarman and others who were obviously not in the upper hand, and said grimly: "I don't have that good patience to play word games with you. Fatty, you are right, but so what? Now there are many more people here than you. Put down the gun and throw that head at me. If you move lighter, it will be a total of 500,000 Sosbian dollars--"

"You shameless bastard-"

Yarman roared like a furious beast. He put down the head in his hand and picked up the multiple machine guns slung over his shoulders. The heavy breath kept spewing out of his thick nostrils. He was now like a bull with red eyes, and he could only vent his anger by killing the opponent in front of him.

A slender and white hand gently patted his shoulder from behind. Yarman instinctively retreated half a step toward the side, revealing Lin Xiang's face full of cold but obviously could feel the soft and sunny.

"Mercenaries have mercenaries' rules. Now, leave me here, I can think that this thing has not happened." Lin Xiang said lightly.

The muscles on Crova's face twitched. He glanced at Lin Xiang from top to bottom. After confirming that he could not feel any supernatural aura from the other party, he laughed dryly and said in an unquestionable tone: "Boy, when you say this, you should first weigh your fists."

"No need for that-"

Lin Xiang responded coldly and quickly: "Say it again last, leave here immediately, get out--"

The arrogant threatening words completely angered the mercenaries. They raised their weapons and pointed countless guns at Lin Xiang. Crova surprisingly did not take action immediately. For some reason, the surprisingly beautiful young man in front of him always gave him a vague sense of threat, just like being stared at by a beast, making him dare not act rashly. This feeling made him very uncomfortable, and most importantly... this is just an ordinary person who is not strange at all.

Just as he was hesitating, Lin Xiang sighed and shook his head. Under everyone's gaze, a flame-like light suddenly lit up in his black eyes. Without any warning, his figure disappeared from the spot in a blur. After reappearing, it had already flashed behind Crova's back. People could only see him holding a sharp dagger tightly, and the cold light reflected on the surface of the metal blade was hidden in Crova's thick neck.

As the shocked head fell to the ground, the surging force burst out from his body instantly, and a thick fountain of blood ejected from his broken neck. Crova shook and tried hard to stand up, but his mind could no longer control his body and finally fell heavily.

The terrifying speed was that no one could see Lin Xiang's movements clearly, and it arrived in an instant.

Looking at the mud soaked in blood, Lin Xiang exhaled a long sigh. Only strength and violence can solve the problem, and soft and gentle speech will only bring negative effects. This is the essence of the wasteland world.

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After the cleared barricade was dug up a few meters wide, the armored trucks entering formed a defense in front of the bank building. The mercenaries who followed were far away from here. People who had entered were also forcibly disarmed. With fear and anger on their faces, they were escorted out by the armed forces affiliated with Yinyue City.
Chapter completed!