As soon as Qi Lin fell into the outpost, two zombies who were originally wandering in this small outpost, wearing the uniforms of the republicans of the old era, immediately pounced on Qi Lin who fell to the ground

"Click!" With two sounds, Qi Lin lay on his back and stretched out his hand, twisting the necks of the two zombies in an instant, and then, propping himself on the ground with his hands, climbed up with great difficulty.

There are also zombies here, which is actually good news for Qi Lin, which means that this outpost has not been searched by the player, and maybe, he can find something useful.

The outpost was small, with only two rooms, and in addition to a dusty table and two wire beds, all that was left was a one-man tall cabinet.

The door of the cabinet was locked, and Qi Lin didn't bother to look for the key, so he directly pulled the lock down with violence, and when he opened the cabinet, a stale smell accompanied by rolling dust suddenly came to him.

"Ahem."

After being caught off guard and choking, Qi Lin immediately rummaged through the cabinets: clothes, boots, towels, toothpaste, cups...... In addition to a bunch of military-style daily necessities, Qi Lin also found several packs of standard military rations and a Type 92 pistol, as well as the military individual first-aid kit that he needed most now.

Qi Lin tore open the outer layer of the first-aid kit, which was the latest first-aid kit distributed by the Republic Army in the past ten years, and it contained all the things inside, which could fully meet the needs of a small traumatic operation.

Qi Lin first took out an anesthetic needle and pricked it on his thigh, then used a pair of pliers to break open the gun hole on his thigh and clip out the bullet inside.

Then, Qi Lin took out another pair of scissors, and while the effect of anesthesia had not disappeared, he cut off all the necrotic skin and flesh at the wound, until there was another red blood gushing out, and then stuffed the cotton yarn with hemostatic powder into the wound, and then wrapped it in a circle of bandages on the outside.

After treating the wounds on his legs, Qi Lin cleaned up the wounds on his abdomen and arms from the special bullets, as for the other gunshot wounds, as long as the bullet was dug out, the rapid recovery skill would automatically stop the bleeding of the wound, and then quickly begin to heal.

Qi Lin glanced at the bullets that had just been dug out of his body, large and small and large and small stained with blood, sighed slightly, and lay down on the dusty bed.

While you can rest for a while...... Wait, I'm afraid it will be a tough battle again.

……

"This is it!"

Dozens of Templars gathered at the place where Qi Lin left the off-road vehicle, and in addition to Misteye and his original knights, the Sendel, who had been sent by Bishop Saman, also arrived here in time.

"I say, Fog Eyes, can this make that heretic run away? You and your men have dishonored the name of the Templars! Sendell sneered coldly, but his eyes stayed on a bullet hole in the fuel tank under the off-road vehicle.

"You fired this shot, right? If you use incendiary bullets, can't you just blow that person away? Don't say you don't have time to reload."

Misty Eyes also glanced at Sendel with extremely cold eyes, Sendel and his Templars are both close assimilates of Bishop Saman, although the two are both white-robed priest-level knights, but in fact, Sander's status, in the entire southern district, is not lower than the three black-clothed cultists under Saman, it can be said that he is the most powerful person in the southern district of the military port district, except for Saman.

"Tsk, don't look at me like yours, or I'll gouge out your eyeballs, Huaxia!" Sendel spoke quietly, but coldly, before waving his hand at one of the Templars whose noses buzzed from time to time.

"Hound dog, find out where that heretic is fleeing!"

The Templar nodded, and immediately walked to the side of the buggy, sniffing first in the driver's seat, then half-crouching, twitching his nose as he walked around the bike.

"The smell of gasoline is very strong, and it is difficult to judge the specific location, but it should be roughly in this direction."

The hound stood up and pointed to the bridge in the distance.

"Let's go, go over and have a look." Sendel glanced at the foggy eyes and took the lead in leading his men in the direction of the bridge.

Misty Eyes stood still for a few seconds before giving an order to his men, and the three Templars turned around and ran towards the flood control levee in the other direction, before the rest followed by Sendel and the others.

"I said, Fog Eyes, you're just too careful, too worried...... Is it because you yellow people are too weak in physique, so you worry about this and that all day long? Do you want us to take a gamble, I bet that the heretic is in this direction, I press 1000 resource points, how about it, dare to follow? ”

Sendel looked back at the three knights who had broken away from the large army, and smiled with some disdain.

"Not interested." Misty Eye shook his head, kicked the rifle in his arms, and pulled out a special bullet from his pocket, pressing it into the magazine one by one.

"You guy...... It's boring! Sendel pursed his lips and slapped the buttocks of a female knight beside him, then whistled, picked up his pace, and strode forward.

"Keep up, stay vigilant, and pay more attention to your surroundings." Misty Eye said to his men, but before he had gone two hundred meters, the hounds that were exploring the way at the front stopped, raised his arms high, and signaled the people behind him to stop.

The Templars stopped, and the Hound took two steps forward, crouched down in front of a cracked crack in the asphalt, and carefully pulled a grenade out of it.

The pull tab of the grenade safety pin is tied to a half-cut transparent fishing line cut by a hound, which is clearly set here as a trap. In addition to this grenade, there was also a rusted iron nail scattered in the gap.

Once this trap is triggered, in addition to the fragments and impact of the grenade explosion, the lethality of the scattered iron nails is also not weak, although it may not be fatal, but it can also make the people in front of the team lose a lot of combat effectiveness in an instant.

Although Sendle's character is not very good, Fog Eye has to admit that the strength of Sendel and his group of people is definitely not to be underestimated, not only are all members of the team composed of evolutionaries, but also the real identities of many of them are personal bodyguards or mercenaries who have retired from the special forces.

These people were originally joined by Saman in the mutual aid association, and it was precisely because of such a force in his hands that Saman was able to rise all the way after joining the mutual aid association, and he has been sitting in the position of cardinal of the southern district today.

"The smell of gasoline here is much lighter, and I can be sure that the heretic is hiding in that house." The hound walked over, turned to the outpost, and said. 2k reading web