Word count: 3135 Update Time: 2012-11-26 12: 45: 02
In the dark underground base, it did not turn quiet due to the few of them temporarily resting. If the monitoring system at the base was still working, it would have discovered that a fierce battle was taking place in the A6 area.
The firelight from the machine guns illuminated some of the buildings in the area. The occasional high-energy grenade exploded and released orange flames, brightening the area as bright as day. However, whether it was bullets or grenades, they were unable to stop them.
A large number of living corpses surged out from the buildings in the residential area, from the garage, from any place they could hide. They were like a group of blood-sucking mosquitoes, and Rankin"s Blunderbuss were the most delicious blood. There were also a few zombies with guns, using the remaining machine guns in their hands to fire back at the team. In this kind of confrontation, as long as the head wasn"t injured, the zombies would not die. Moreover, the number of zombie shooters was far higher than the Blasting Squad.
Thus, after a few rounds, two soldiers from the Blasting Squadron were shot and killed.
As the living corpses closed in on the shops where the Blasters had turned them into trenches, Rankin let out a roar, and yellow flames sprayed from his eyes. At the same time, a nearby six-storey building suddenly shook violently, and with a bang, it shattered. Nearly a ton of rubble and countless steel bars crashed down, landing right in the middle of the group of corpses.
Instantly, countless living corpses were smashed into mincemeat. The ground shook for nearly a minute, and in front of the shop was a barricade of earth, burying nearly two hundred living corpses.
Rankin gasped.
Because of the environment of the underground base, Rankin"s earth element ability was greatly reduced. If it was on the surface, in the endless earth, Lanken could kill a large number of living corpses as long as he summoned them. However, right now, he was in an underground base, and the amount of earth elemental energy he had was too little. Thus, he could only use elemental vibrations to cause tremors in the concrete buildings nearby. Eventually, the buildings collapsed and the enemy was crushed to death.
The Elemental Shock, which was an ability of the fifth step, resonated with the elements in the area of effect, triggering the elemental fission causing the explosion. However, in the underground base, the amount of earth element contained was so small that it was almost negligible. Therefore, he could only use it on the nearby buildings. However, the cost to use this ability was pitifully small. It could be said to be an arduous, unflattering job.
"Withdraw." Seeing the wave of attacks suppressed, Lang Ken said dispiritedly.
After entering the underground base, Rankin"s team encountered a large number of live corpses. At first, Rankin had not placed this low-intelligence mutant in his eyes. However, as the number of living corpses increased, Rankin finally realized that no matter how many garbage monsters there were, once they reached a certain number level, a qualitative change would occur. Even though the Blasting Squad was well-equipped, their numbers were limited. They couldn"t handle a sea of people like a living corpse.
As a result, the team took nearly 24 hours to break through to the edge of the residential area. However, the corpses that fell on the path ahead of the demolition squad were already close to two thousand!
However, it wasn"t like the Blasting Squad didn"t have any losses. From the ten who had entered the base before, only five remained, including Rankin. Among these five people, other than the ordinary soldiers who were around level 3, Rankin had also lost one of his guerrillas. This depressed Rankin greatly, and the death of the Rangers was not a small blow to him.
According to the directions given by the electronic map, they still had to break through at least two more areas before they could find the safe pa.s.sage to the base. However, there were a total of four layers of bases waiting for them below. Only the heavens knew how many monsters there were and how strong their powers were.
"d.a.m.n it, that old man Carrio must be messing with us!"
In a private garage, Rankin"s team was resting. As the team leader, Rankin saw the long journey on the board and could not stop himself from smas.h.i.+ng the board to the ground.
The powerful impact caused the LCD screen on the tactical board to immediately shatter. The electronic components also suffered different degrees of damage. When a faint gray smoke rose from the tactical board, the tactical board was declared finished.
But this did not vent Rankin"s anger. He paced back and forth in the garage like a bull, shouting, "Look at the distance, look at the monsters on the road. This is an impossible task! Not to mention ten people, even if you give me another hundred people to form a squad, I still might not be able to do it. "
Rankin complained about the unreasonable mission, but he didn"t expect that, of the five legions, the one with the least number of soldiers was actually the most powerful, Hammer of Destruction. This legion"s method of combat was based on the small squadron. They were famous for their long-range infiltration and sharp blades tactics. This not only required the average level of a team member to be above the fourth step, but also tested the commander"s skills.
From the very beginning, the task that Carío had set up did not wish for the three teams to forcefully clear. He wanted to test the team"s teamwork and the team"s ability to cope with their disadvantages.
It was a pity that Rankin didn"t consider the details of the strategy. Instead, he was blaming Callio"s mission. But now, not only were the members of the demolition team at a disadvantage, but the ammunition consumption was also a big problem.
Even if the dead were to retrieve their guns and equipment, with the 2,000 living corpses killed by the demolition squad placed on the ground, even if each corpse was to distribute a bullet, there wouldn"t be much ammunition left for the team. Moreover, this didn"t even include the consumption of all kinds of tactical grenades.
According to the remaining ammunition on the team, even pa.s.sing through Area B and Area C would be very difficult for them.
"Captain, maybe we should search the warehouse in Area C. Maybe there is an armory." Right now, he was also the only soldier in the team who had the power to give suggestions.
Rankin nodded. It was a feasible method at the moment. More than half of the zombies in Area A were killed by the Blasters. If they were to retreat now, there was a 90% chance that Rankin"s team would be able to return to the surface safely. But that person was aware of giving up the mission, and everyone in the team, including Rankin, would be branded as "coward" or "coward".
The warriors of Asgard would rather die fighting than bear such a t.i.tle.
Therefore, advancing became Rankin"s only option. In order to further penetrate the base, the replenishment of ammunition was essential. Although the public information provided by Carío did not indicate that there was an a.r.s.enal in Area C. However, as a warehouse area, the a.r.s.enal should be within.
"Time to rest, gentlemen." Rankin waved his hand and roared: "We are leaving! We will find the armory in Area C and teach those fellows who are following us a lesson!"
Rankin"s words had a small effect on the soldiers. All of them stood up from the ground, tidied up their equipment, and left the garage.
Outside the garage was a private pa.s.sageway. It allowed the owner of the garage to drive the car to the main street square, where there was a thematic fountain. The square was paved with a meter-long white stone slab that was placed on the metal floor. Around the square, there were a dozen or so long chairs for people to rest on. Around the square, dozens of birch trees had even been transplanted from the ground, and they were planted in the improved soil to keep the old tree species alive.
However, now that the base had been abandoned, the square"s fountain no longer had clear water spewing out, and the dozens of birch trees only had dried branches. The entire plaza was shrouded in a thick aura of death. When Rankin and his party arrived at the square, they could even see a few living corpses gnawing at their companions.
With regards to living corpses that were similar to wild beasts, they did not have any concept of their own. In their instincts, when there is no food, the same kind of food is temporary hunger.
The sounds of chewing could be heard constantly, and as the object that was being chewed on, a live corpse with the appearance of a teenager let out painful cries. The teenager with no face stretched out his hand to fight against his own kind. However, the pasty white arm on his hand was quickly eaten up by his peers.
They bit into the living corpse"s flesh with their alien fangs. With each bite and pull, they would tear off streaks of blood essence, then swallow them into their stomachs.
Rankin signaled for the team to leave quietly so as not to attract the attention of the living corpses. Even with his ego, in a situation like this where ammunition was lacking, he didn"t want to start a fight without reason.
But just as the line began to s.h.i.+ft, a bullet flew out of the darkness and struck Smythe squarely in the thigh. McGonagall"s scream and the sound of the sniper rifle"s shots rang out at the same time. The sudden cry caused the living corpses who were eating to stop eating, and they all turned to look in the direction of Rankin"s group.
At the same time that Rankin cursed, the living corpses let out shrill cries, the sound of their warning to their own kind. Hearing this long howl, the living corpses, regardless of what they were doing, temporarily stopped moving. They continued to rush towards the direction of the shrill cry like a surging tide.
In just a short moment, over a hundred living corpses had been attracted by the sharp cries, including a butcher.
"F * ck, who the h.e.l.l is the one shooting coldly at laozi?" Hold McGonagall, Rankin growled, and lead the troops back in the opposite direction.
The living corpses didn"t want to let go of the fat meat in their mouths, so they could only madly sprint over. The butcher, who was among the living corpses, let out a loud roar, moved his legs that were as thick as a leg, and charged towards the team of Blasters. Everything on the path of the butcher, whether it was the chair, the ancient tree, or the living corpse, they were all knocked away by the giant, causing Rankin"s heart to sink.
In a window on the fifth floor of a standard residential building two hundred meters away from the square, a small white man retracted his sniper rifle, then said to the back, "Captain, Rankin and the others are retreating in the direction of District B1."
In the living room of this room, Anthony was sitting on the sofa. Hearing his sniper Betsy"s words, he opened his eyes and said, "Very well, let this idiot Rankin draw the attention of the living corpses for us. "We just need to follow the path this idiot opened up."