The werewolves circled around Philip's truck and the small group of men behind it. In the night, I couldn't count how many of them were, but it felt like the whole wilderness was their battlefield.

Look at this posture, if you don't stick to it until dawn, I'm afraid you won't be able to break out of the encirclement, unless the sky descends a divine soldier.

At its current speed, the truck could meet the wolves in less than five minutes.

Before the wolves approached, Philip ordered his men to fortify: "Half of the truck's fuel is discharged, and three circles of defense are laid out." ”

"This ...... Captain, with one foot on the accelerator, we can catch up with the convoy in front, so why bother? The Yangzi beside Philip was about to twist his two handsome eyebrows, and he looked very reluctant.

The distance between the truck and the convoy in front of it was less than 15 kilometers, and the speed of 120 yards soared, and it only took a minute to turn around the obstacles in the middle of the way.

You can save yourself, why do you want to fall here? It's better to come back and save people after you meet the teacher, it's better than "going it alone".

The truck stopped in place, getting farther and farther away from the convoy in front of it.

Philip restrained the anger he had at the beginning of his exit from the city, and lost his usual seriousness.

Before the decisive battle with the werewolf, he chatted with the young man who had just passed his twentieth birthday next to him as an elder: "Your mother is reluctant to go out of the city because she doesn't want to drag you down. She wants you to be like a savior, leading her relatives, friends, and neighbors to safety, who she has known for nearly a hundred years. ”

"The citizens who followed the trucks and saw you as a savior, can you really leave them alone? Even if it only takes three minutes to go back and forth, those who stay here may all be sacrificed by werewolves. ”

"If we come back alive tomorrow, we haven't done our best to protect every resident who left the city, how will we have the face to enter the dungeon again in the future?"

Yangzi glanced at the panicked crowd following the convoy, as if there were many familiar figures. He bit his lower lip, straddled the machine gun over his shoulder, and received the military order: "Yes." "Rolled over and jumped out of the truck and went on a mission.

"The brothers of the Self-Defense Forces get out of the car! Open the fuel tanks and lay out the line of defense. Fast! Yangzi shouted as he walked with a megaphone, directing the Self-Defense Forces to set up a temporary line of defense.

The brothers in the car jumped out of the truck with him one after another, and the civilians who followed behind the car also came to help.

"A circle of defense lines is laid out in a radius of 18 meters, a circle of defense lines is laid out in a radius of 16 meters, and a circle of defense lines is laid out in a radius of 15.5 meters......" After Yangzi calculated the radius of the defense line, he measured the distance of the radius of the defense line on foot, and planted four small flags in each circle to mark the ground, and commanded everyone to step forward to arrange the defense line.

Beasts are afraid of fire, and werewolves are an exception. Many werewolves are just psychologically afraid, and if they really want to fight, they can repair themselves as long as they are not burned to ashes. Three circles of fire defense lines are laid out, and there are still many werewolves who venture through the line of fire and pounce into the circle as flaming beasts to fight the Self-Defense Forces and civilians.

In the arsenal of the dungeon, there are only guns and ammunition, no rocket launchers. Their weapons are all matched by Bao Erye, and they are almost the same as him. It's impossible to shoot werewolves, they can move when they are shot through the brain, and they don't know what kind of mutant species they are, and even brain cells can repair themselves.

When encountering a giant wolf who is not afraid of death and has a roaring fire around him, he can only besiege it with a high volt electric baton. Put it down, decapitate it immediately, and can't wait for it to wake up before a second wave. If you don't know that the beast is dead, it can tear several people apart......

In a panic, there are still people who attack the beast with a pistol, but it is useless!

In the protective circle surrounded by flames, there were less than 2,000 people in total, and a fight circle could be less than a dozen or so. Even if Philip himself went into battle, there would only be one more, and he didn't know how many rounds he would be able to fight the beasts.

The fuel released from the truck's fuel tank is estimated to burn for about three hours. There were more than ten long nights left, and no matter how much fuel was burned, I couldn't get through it. The three-hour protection time has to be added to the premise: the beasts on the periphery cannot rush in in an organized manner.

However, the protective circle of the flame is really not as indestructible as imagined. The intelligence and organizational discipline of werewolves are also far beyond human imagination.

At the beginning of the battle, they all rushed in alone, as if they were testing the military situation. After finding the weak points of this group, they began to set traps and jump in to fight with a target and tactics. When a wave comes in, it can always tear off a dozen or even dozens of people......

Under the protection of the ring of fire, the remnants of the dungeon who took refuge out of the city barely fought on a par with the werewolves, but the battle was still fierce. In the ring of fire, people's olfactory cells are filled with the smell of roasted meat and blood, in addition to the smell of fuel and smoke.

Such a fight would either die under the sharp fangs of a werewolf or die in the volcanic ash that is about to erupt. The citizens know that they are fighting in despair, and they only hope to have a good time with the werewolves and live up to this desperate rush.

Philip is not like "Chixiao", he is just very cold and upright on weekdays. In battle, he always hopes to live and die with everyone.

Like "Chixiao", even if the vast majority of the sacrifice is sacrificed, the overall view of taking the survivors to flee is not incomprehensible, but that many people can't be as "cold-blooded" as him.

Many of the officers were like Philip, who did not do their best to protect every civilian, and if they escaped, they would have to carry many years of guilt and could not find peace......

However, it was precisely because of Philip's persistence that he dragged the werewolves in the wilderness, leaving enough time for the convoy ahead to escape. Otherwise, they will have to tear themselves apart from the werewolves in the wilderness.

"Boom!"

Another truck, which was hanging from the wreckage of the broken truck, was finally blown up by the fuel tank, and the wreckage exploded again. The metal shards scattered and cracked, splattering into giant popcorn with Mars, which was truly amazing.

The fireball contracted, and a mushroom cloud rose over the wreckage again.

The whole process of the explosion was completed under the attention of the residents of the dungeon, and there was no revelry or relief. That ball of fire is not even a sacrifice to the dead......

After the wreckage of the truck exploded, Chi Mujiu didn't stay in place too long and ordered the team: "Keep going." ”

The convoy continued towards the edge of the wilderness, and the gunfire on the left and right remained unsettled.

The archons always felt that something was wrong. The procession traveled far longer than the eruption predicted by the news. He wanted to make sure and raised his wrist to see the time...... Sure enough, the prediction of the eruption has been delayed by as long as five minutes.

"Is the early warning of the geological monitoring center accurate?" He turned back to ask the citizens behind him.

This question led to a market-level discussion. The citizens in the back compartment of the truck seemed to have answered him all once.

"Pretty accurate. For nearly 100 years, each error has been less than a minute. ”

"What doesn't take more than a minute, the longest error is one minute and eighteen seconds."

"Don't fart here! I am a staff member of the Geological Monitoring Center. The longest error is 47 seconds, which is the record from the construction of the dungeon to the present. ”

"There is a problem with the clock of your geological monitoring center, there was an emergency news broadcast, and there was no earthquake for more than a minute."

"You start with the time the news is playing, and of course there's a problem. Silly or not! ”

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"Stop arguing." Chi Mujiu whispered to everyone. He raised his wrist again to look at the time. "The longest error time, 5 minutes and 42 seconds, continues to ......"

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