Claire looked at the starry sky and the desert beneath it, and everything below was clear when she looked down from above.

Bursts of green smoke were rising from the stinking battlefield ruins, and puffs of smoke were rising in the desert night, and from Claire's point of view, there were at least a dozen of them. It is thought that the water that has not yet been evaporated by the scorching sun of the day is forced by the severe cold of the night, and directly sublimated into cold smoke.

Claire thought as she forced herself to study the smoke from the plains below to make the crying of the crowd behind her less clear.

"The smoke shape is floating for heat, and the smoke shape is restrained for cold. The sentence in the textbook was remembered by Claire, and Claire knew the story of survival in the desert by heart.

"Wait......"

After digging out such sentences from memory, Claire stared at the smoke for a moment, and then she noticed something strange-

The top half of these smoke rising from the ruins of the battlefield is noticeably thicker than the bottom half!

That is, these fumes are hot!

"Everyone!

Claire's worst guess flashed through her mind, and she slumped down, half-kneeling.

The binoculars were already in her hand, and she couldn't even doubt whether her judgment was correct in the rush of thought, when her thoughts blurted out as soon as she gave the order.

In the last days, life and death often depend on whether you react quickly, and most of the people who can survive are faster than their brains.

"What's going on?"

The crowd was still a little confused, but they still skillfully pulled out the firearms they were carrying.

Vigilant eyes stared at the four curtains under the tent of night, and the only ones in the sandbar of the flat river could avoid their observation below the horizon.

"Mickey, you're the smallest, now go and wake up the sleeping guys in the car! Move gently! You know what I mean?"

It is unknown what Claire saw in the telescope, but no one would question the proper command at this time.

It's not the first time that Claire has been alert, and everyone in the convoy has been spared death.

What kind of being is emitting these fumes from the charred ruins of the battlefield?

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Everyone bowed their heads, I don't know if they were ashamed or because they were afraid of the man standing in front of them.

Holding his weapon in both hands like a knight, Lin Ming took off his mask, and his angular face was full of coldness at this time.

"Listen to me, whether you want it or not, you are the vanguard! Whoever dares to turn back has a machine gun waiting behind him! If you want to turn against the water, take advantage of it now! I'll stand here!"

No one responded, and the monotonous white light in the laboratory seemed to have imperceptibly corroded the minds of the people living in such an environment.

They become dull and don't know what it means to resist.

Mino's corpse was still lying on the ground beside him, and the blood that spilled from under the corpse caused the zombies in the cage to stir.

They've been hungry for a long time - or rather, it's been a long time since they've vented their itchy teeth on their living flesh.

"Whoa!"

A pitch-changing roar came from their mouths, accompanied by a slapping and scratching of the glass walls. It's just that this kind of voice is all the response that Lin Ming can get.

They were the vanguard of the attack on the upper echelons, both in Issaacs and in Mino's plans, but the words just now were not addressed to them - and indeed no one was going to waste saliva on these men who could not have understood human speech.

The words were addressed to the guards who had gathered from below.

"Mr. Mo Xie ......" Alice, who was standing on the side, said to Lin Ming with some reluctance, in her opinion, although these guards should be damned, it is still a little uncomfortable for her to use them as tools to open the way.

"Don't worry, I will never let you do what is bound to be death, in fact, everyone has a chance to survive. Lin Ming glanced at Alice and motioned for her to shut up.

This look was not very friendly, and the cold light projected from the dark eyes forced Alice to shudder.

"Well, those who are willing to fight for their own life go to the dressing room over there and change into new uniforms! Those guys upstairs are dressed the same as you! Wait a minute, I will also charge with you! Don't blame me if anyone is killed by mistake because of the uniform! Of course, whoever dies in battle tonight, I promise in the name of 'Mo Xie'! The war dead will get the last peace!"

Lin Ming said the second half of the sentence, which he had stolen from a certain general who went out on an expedition, and he was full of gangsterism - of course, the words put here were 'heroic'.

"Yes!"

The guards have long had the consciousness of being cannon fodder, they have lost ownership of their lives since they entered the umbrella, the high-level let them live when they live, and the high-level let them die, and even after death they are not free.

Many of the zombies on the fourth floor still have the uniforms of the guards on their bodies, and the tattered costumes tell the story of their former positions.

A 'captain-level' zombie with a medal pinned to his chest is not a rare species in a cage. As umbrella guards, they cannot escape the fate of being used as tools, either in life or in death.

Live like a dog, and become a walking dead when you die.

But it should come to an end.

The base is in ruins, and no matter what happens tonight, it will be abandoned, and the inhumane experiments will no longer take place here.

The men in front of them were much more merciful than the likes of Isaac—the brothers at the lower levels were only unconscious, and they did not take their lives despite their heavy hands.

It is always safer to follow such people than to follow the likes of Isaacs.

So their answers are very uniform.

This "yes" response seemed to come from the heart, and for the first time, they puffed up their chests.

The Last Peace......

There's no better place to be!

A certain guard couldn't help but touch his gun, he really wanted to run in front of the enemy the next moment and pull the trigger without stopping.

"I'm going to be free. ”

Even if the other party promised a blank check, he chose to believe it.

They chose to believe.

"Well, gentlemen, you have five minutes to change into your new uniform. Lin Ming said loudly, his voice was inexplicably heroic, but the coldness in his eyes was not worthy of this heroism at all.

"Tonight, I'll be the first to rush in. ”

His voice was loud enough for everyone present to hear it clearly.

Turning his back and carrying a modern craft sword that had been turned out of a place in the laboratory, Lin Ming left everyone with a rebellious back. This back reminds people of the knights on the grassland at sunset, looking at their homeland and enemy troops with their swords.

"Willing to follow the knight!"

I don't know who cooked the first sentence, and I don't know who knelt down on one knee first, holding his long-barreled gun as if he were holding a spear.

"Plan through. ”

No one could see the look in Lin Ming's eyes and the demonic arc at the corner of his mouth as he turned his back at this time.