Chapter 26 Decisive death

"Bang--"

Looking at the corpse that was gradually stiff on the ground, Xie Zhiping pointed the hot muzzle at the forehead of the deceased, gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger.

It was his guard company commander, a young officer with fair skin and a bookish spirit. Half an hour ago, the mutant pierced his heart with his bone blade. In a few hours, the virus that invaded the body would turn the dead body into a black monster again.

The fuel-exhausted flamethrower could not stop the attack of mutated creatures. If the self-propelled rocket launcher had not launched the barrage coverage in time, I would have probably never seen a living person on the entire line of defense.

There were not many mutants rushing into the court building, but they killed more than three times the defenders. The evolution of the virus during the parasitic process has caused the host's muscles, bones and nerve reflexes to double. When close combat is fought, humans are no match for them at all.

In the distance, the remaining flames burned weakly. Although they could no longer cause substantial damage, the mutants had obvious fear of this unnatural product. They stood far away from the line of fire, eager to try and eagerly stared at the gradually extinguished flame, with sharp teeth and foul saliva in their mouths, and the sharp bone blades dragged to the ground, making a harsh collision sound.

"These guys are indeed wise. They actually know how to use their numerical advantage to enhance their attacks...it's really terrible."

Xie Zhiping murmured in astonishment. Obviously, the mutants on the opposite side were gathering. They seemed to have discovered that the defenders had insufficient ammunition and fuel, and were preparing to concentrate their troops to attack the city directly from the ruins blocking the middle of the street.

After a few days, the whistle caused by rockets and missiles slashing through the air had already allowed the mutants to learn to avoid attacks from the air. Apart from creating chaos among them and separating a not-so-wide impact section, artillery fire covers no longer work.

Next to the pile of stones downstairs, there were several Type 99 chariots with empty oil bombs. They could not be replenished, but were just a pile of useless scrap iron.

Except for the Guard Company, all troops have retreated.

The general glanced at the watch on his wrist. There was still one hour and forty-two minutes before the scheduled time to complete the blockade.

"After all, I was unable to complete the task..."

Several tired-looking soldiers slowly gathered from all over the building. On their faces, which were blackened by the smoke, they could vaguely see sweat from the surface of their skin, as well as a few dark red blood marks that had dried up and slightly darkened.

This is the last defender of the court building.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, no one wants to die.

But they can only stay here forever.

There were several slender wounds on everyone's body that were still slowly oozing blood. The edges of the tilted skin were dry and hard, but the exposed muscles remained fresh pink. The dark red blood was squeezed out from the gaps in the gathering of flesh and stuck to the surface of the clothes that were in contact with it, forming soft wet marks.

Fighting with a mutant means death if you are injured.

They have been infected. Even if they are alive, they can only watch their bodies be parasitized by the virus.

Looking at these silent soldiers, the general did not speak, reached out and pulled the wrapped bandage from his shoulder, revealing a terrible wound that was cut to the bone, which was shockingly terrible.

"Anyway, it's all dead, at least, you have to do something for those who survive-"

The heavy anti-equipment gun rack reached the shooting hole. Push the thick pile of bullet shells next to the anti-aircraft machine gun and find the last few boxes of bullets. The anti-infantry grenades were tied together in bundles, tied with long traction ropes and placed them in the center of the road...

They were doing their work silently, no one complained, no one cried and despaired, as if they were praying for themselves before their death.

Xie Zhiping couldn't help but remember the scene of squatting in the cat's ear with his comrades during the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam.

At that time, no matter how fierce the artillery fire outside was, the soldiers always did what they should do in an orderly manner. When the enemy came up, they smashed the grenades hard, and the distance between life and death was so vague.

He picked up the lead bucket full of gasoline and slowly poured the light red liquid with a pungent smell into the blocked cement tank. A thick and long fuse was connected to the tank pool, and as long as one spark would detonate a large amount of explosives installed in the building.

This is the last killing move that Xie Zhiping prepared in advance when he set up the defense line.

The wound on his shoulder emitted an unbearable severe pain. He sat down against the wall and took out a half-wrinkled "Hongta Mountain" from his pocket. General Jun lit the cigarette with his trembling hands, and took a deep breath of the fragrant smoke in the heavy breath of breath.

"I'm afraid there is no such thing to smoke below. Old man, you don't need to talk anymore. In a while, I'll come down to accompany you..."

"Bang--"

The dull gunfire interrupted Xie Zhiping's reverie for his deceased wife. Through the window next to him without glass, you can clearly see dense black figures rushing quickly from the extinguished fire. The leader who rushed in the front was accurately hit by a large-caliber bullet. The huge impact force flew backwards more than ten meters away, flew over several times in the air, and then collapsed on the ground and could no longer get up.

"Come on! Babies, let me see what you have. Whether it is humans or monsters, I will bring you all back to your original form-"

The general's calm face showed a cold and decisive ferocious look. He pulled the machine gun next to him, aimed at the mutant who was constantly climbing over the roadblock, and pulled the trigger hard.

Gunshots.

explode.

Screaming.

Soon, the chaotic court building returned to quiet again. The tragic death soldier was raised high by the mutant with his bone blade and threw it downstairs from the shooting hole he had originally stood firm. The mutant creatures whose bodies were blown up were crawling on the ground with difficulty. The black smoke blocked the sun's rays. Only when the wisps of smoke and dust were passed through, a little dark red with blood appeared.

The footsteps coming from downstairs became increasingly dense. The general took a deep breath of the cigarette that was about to be extinguished, looked up at the blue sky in the distance, and threw the suddenly brightened cigarette butt into the pool filled with gasoline behind him.

"Goodbye. If there is a next life, I will still be in the army-"

A huge cloud of black and red smoke rose from the distant horizon. The sudden release of energy swept across all the objects wrapped in it, violently tearing everything in the range, cutting them with a sharp knife, and crushing them into powder with a terrible heaviness. Finally, with the scorching heat of the demon snake, they were swallowed and burned them all.

Looking at the rising fire of death and feeling the shock coming from under her feet, Lin Xiang's black eyes gradually burst into bloody frenzy and anger.

"No--"

He tightly squeezed the pure steel door handle, his eyes full of fire-like violence. His teeth tightly bite, making a harsh friction sound, tensing until the limit of ligaments imprisoned the expanding muscles. The terrible and restless force wandered wildly inside his body, as if a tyrannosaurus was forcibly searching for any gap that could release itself.

"You, go back immediately and evacuate the citizens...quick--"

"Captain, you..." The soldiers looked at him at a loss.

"Go away! Hurry!" Lin Xiang felt a crazy flame burning in his chest: "Evacate as much as you can, and those who don't leave don't worry about them, bring all the supplies to retreat north. Remember, you only have half an hour--"

No one moved.

This order came too suddenly, too strange and too incredible.

"You guys are all going to go--" Lin Xiang stumbled down from the assault vehicle, pressing hissing heart tightly, and roared: "I order you to retreat immediately as the highest commander, go--"

Soldiers take obeying orders as their duty. Under this irresistible majesty, the soldiers had no choice but to obey.

The convoy behind him had gone far away. Lin Xiang, with a pale face, was tilted, standing in the middle of the messy street with a blank expression, his hands half-hung from his shoulders, and his eyes that seemed indifferent were emitting hatred and self-blame.

"Ao—"

With a roar like a howling beast, Lin Xiang's muscles instantly expanded. His bulging arms stretched the protective suit to the extreme. His broad shoulders had completely stretched the zipper on the collar, revealing two strong chest muscles full of power and intimidation.

Two strange red lights emerged from the depths of their eyes, scanning all creatures within the distance of contact with their bloodthirsty cruelty and desire for killing.

"General...I want to avenge you...—"

Whispering word by word, Lin Xiang pulled out a sharp dagger from his waist, as if the terrifying demon god who descended from hell to the earth, slowly heading towards the end of the burning street.

Anger and madness completely crushed the last trace of peace in the heart.

The powerful explosives are extremely powerful, and the entire court has been razed to the ground. The sharp gravel and the scattered steel bars embedded in it have turned the flat streets into thorny fields full of cones. The smell of gunpowder echoing in the wind and the strong bloody stimulating the fragile mucosal nerves. The dust raised in the sky rose rapidly towards the air under the push of fire smoke and high temperatures, and then slowly fell, repeating the process of traveling between heaven and earth without any hesitation.

The human body's broken limbs and broken organs are everywhere. The soft liver is tall at the tip of the steel bars, the untied intestines stretch on the edge of the dry stones, and the arms that have lost contact with the body fall under the pile of rubble, but the five fingers are unexpectedly kept intact. Half of the head of unknown person is hung on the crumbling telephone pole, and is occasionally blown back and forth by the wind.
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