Chapter 252: Tragic Battle Song

boom……

A low roar of artillery fire sounded the counterattack signal of the 13th Army.

The light shines in half the city, and artillery fire shatters the sky.

The dense shells fell like raindrops. Centered on the street where the red beasts had just stopped, several surrounding streets were also included in the bombardment range of artillery fire.

"Don't fire, don't fire, there are still people here"

"Help, I don't want to die, I don't want to die here"

"You beasts who kill thousands of swords, return my daughter, return my daughter, beast, I will definitely not spare you."

"Damn it, we were treated as bait. I said that these bastards are unreliable. They only think about their own interests. Bastards, if I don't die today, I will definitely not let you have a good life tomorrow."

"Everyone, run away, those officials don't care about our lives or death, run away."

...

The crying father and mother were heard everywhere, and countless figures emerged from the building in a hurry. No matter where they care about the red beasts, it won't take long to go to the ground by ruthless artillery fire, and it will be a death.

In order to paralyze the red beast group, the 13th Army's encirclement and suppression operation did not evacuate early. To be more precise, the survivors in the encirclement could not be evacuated, because after evacuation, the encirclement could not be formed.

The shells that fell madly did not stop at all, and countless people who had just rushed out of their hiding place were blown to the sky by the ruthless shells. They were already on the death list, because those who fired the cannons were sacrificing a few in exchange for the lofty ideal of most people's safety, and there was no guilt in their hearts, and it was even more impossible to cease fire.

In order to eliminate the red beast group, the Thirteenth Army spent a lot of money, and they didn't even care about the infamy of slaughtering survivors, and naturally they didn't care about ammunition.

The carpet bombing lasted for half an hour, and the heavy weapon barrels needed to be cooled before the fire was ceased.

During the time of the artillery fire attack, no figure rushed out, including the red beast group.

The ceasefire has been nearly a minute, and there is still no movement in the dusty ruins. Although there are tens of thousands of fully armed soldiers who are slowly approaching around, there is no noise, only the crisp military boots treading the ground and the rapid breathing.

"Success?" A fully armed reconnaissance soldier asked uncertainly. Although his voice was not high, it spread far away. This was the doubt in everyone's heart. The red beast group had been too powerful and too difficult to deal with before. It was indeed a bit unacceptable to being wiped out if it was so simple.

"Send the reconnaissance company to go up and see the situation." Qian Zhong stared at the distance with a blank expression. His kind face exuded a faint dark aura and lost his stable smile. Although he had already obtained what he had dreamed of, he was not happy at all. The ruined Qingji base in front of him was not what he wanted, and murmured to himself in his heart: "Old guy, what would you do if it were you? Hey, just your soft heart, let alone sacrifice five things.

The survivors of the street are those virus carriers who know that they will die and mutants who have become non-humans will not sacrifice themselves. But if you don’t take the opportunity to sacrifice them, how can Qingji get rid of the burden and reform the old? We don’t have extra food to support them. If they lack food, there will inevitably be turmoil. At that time, more people will die. You once told me that it’s better to have short pain than long pain. I agree with this, but unfortunately you have never done it.”

"yes"

A team of light-loaded scouts rushed forward in the ruins with their waists.

"Look, what is that?" A quick cry was low, and a scout suddenly stopped and shouted loudly.

As the dust landed, the sight in the streets had become clear.

Dense artillery fire plowed back and forth on these streets, not only the buildings were flattened, but the ground was lifted up for several feet, and the yellow land was stained dark red.

In the center, there is a layer of red meat mountain with blood and blood, with a layer of faint, translucent light constantly flashing.

"What is that?" someone asked again, swallowing his saliva, and a bad feeling filled the hearts of the soldiers.

An evolutionary warrior who was close to him suddenly jumped in his heart and shouted loudly: "No, the monsters are not dead yet, they are about to come out and prepare for battle."

boom

Before he finished speaking, the Red Meat Mountain suddenly burst open, and a red figure suddenly jumped to the warrior, with a long blade slashing and blood flashing. This second-level evolver warrior, who was considered an excellent second-level evolutionist, was chopped in half with his gun.

The red figure had a short stagnation. It was a short red bladed man with a very miserable appearance. His dry body was soaked in purple blood. His left arm had been broken at the same root. The wound had not yet completely healed. The purple blood was dripping from the outside. The brutal mutant monster's recovery ability was extremely strong, but limb regeneration was only a very small number of special skills.

The Red Blade does not have this powerful inhuman ability.

"Open fire, damn monster, die, die, die..."

"Open fire and kill this dog-good crawler"

"Kill, avenge Xiaomi..."

More than ten muzzles were sprayed with scorching bullets at the same time.

Sneak

Ah, ah...

The sound of sharp blades breaking through the air and screams come one after another.

The red blader who activated the skill had exceeded the limit of the maximum speed, just like a ghost. Every time a blood claw flashed by, a warrior would definitely be torn in half, and blood mist would rise everywhere. The combat power of both sides was never on the same level.

"Ah, if you want to kill me, then die with me." The warrior who was originally full of horror and trembling legs became extremely calm when the blood claws came. He threw away the submachine gun and grabbed the blood claws that were deep into his body, screaming wildly, "Fire on me."

The red blade man couldn't pull out his arm when he pulled it. The warrior's counterattack before his death had exceeded his own strength limit. A trace of fear and fear finally flashed through his cold bloody eyes.

The hard one is afraid of being arrogant, the arrogant one is afraid of being stunned, the stupid one is afraid of being desperate

When a person can even give up his life, what else can he be afraid of?

It seemed that he could sense the terror of the Red Blade, and the warrior lifted into the air grinned with a happy smile, his mouth was soaked in blood, like a bloody mouth, extremely ferocious.

"Stone" The comrade behind Shitou couldn't help but tremble and tears surged out.

"Silly eggs fired." Shi Tou turned his head and looked at his best friend. His big cracked mouth was full of blood foam, and he was speechless.

"Go to die for me" the soldiers around him were excited and pulled the trigger with tears in their eyes. The hot tongue of flame contained a full of anger, instantly tearing the red blader into pieces, along with the stone.

Death tactics

This is the name of this kind of fighting style that the Thirteenth Army calls.

Just as its name is full of endless tragedy and helplessness. It abandons glory, abandons survival, and fights for faith. This is the most tragic and helpless tactic, with only blood and tears, which is the sorrow of all mankind.

Stone was only the user of this tactic, not the inventor. Before him, countless martyrs had used their flesh and blood to wipe out hundreds of red monsters.

Puff

The red meat mountain tore up again, and red figures emerged from it, roaring angrily towards the soldiers of the Thirteenth Army around.

The soldiers had already seen clearly that the huge red meat mountain was made up of the corpses of violent monsters, and the outermost layer had been bombarded with artillery fire and it was difficult to distinguish the original appearance.

Previously, although the red beast group failed to escape the cannon fire, they did not sit and wait for death. To be more precise, the super controller would not sit and wait for death.

According to the strict level, the red beasts piled up layer by layer, using their flesh and blood to resist the raging artillery fire.

The Super Controller succeeded. After sacrificing the scaled barbarian bull and most of the chargers, the Blood-Blade and the Magician were saved to a certain extent, at least not completely wiped out.

"Strategic retreat, all personnel enter the first line of defense and implement Plan B." The roar of the generals of the 13th Army came from the amplifier.

The blood-colored beast group has not been eliminated, either unexpectedly or unexpectedly.

Unexpectedly, it was unexpected that the blood-colored beast group would avoid artillery attacks in this way.

As expected, they had long expected that the blood-colored beast group would not be destroyed so easily, otherwise the blood-colored beast group would have been fucked by them thousands of times, so why use such a battle at the moment?

The movable armed barriers modified with heavy tanks were pushed out by the soul beast, and relying on the floor building, a steel defense line was formed.

These abandoned tanks were hollowed out inside, leaving only the thick armor outside. A dark muzzle was poked out from the mouths of the narrow and long machine guns on both sides, and exhaled anger at the group of beasts rushing up.

The sound of sharp blades cutting metal is endless. Although the claws of the red blades are sharp, their innate strength is insufficient to tear a steel plate that is more than a foot thick. If you are accidentally stuck by the gun rain, what is waiting for them is torn into pieces.

"All members enter shock-proof state" sounded again from the loudspeaker.

The muzzle that was still attacking wildly the moment before was a ceasefire was carried out in the next moment.

The sudden change made the Red Blade stunned and looked around here with vigilance.

The transparent tentacles on the super controller suddenly stood up, swinging wildly at the eight claws, shooting out like sharp arrows, covering the body with a faint red light shield, and a big mouth stimulating and screaming. This time it was not a command order, but a natural reaction of pure horror.

The speller did not react slowly. Although he didn't fully understand what was going on, he turned on the spell shield with conditioned reflex and ran behind the boss.

Hissing...

A sharp howling sounded in the sky.

The red sharp bladed man with slow sensing ability raised his head and stared blankly at the dense red dots in the sky, and actually forgot to dodge.
Chapter completed!