Wang Zhiyuan climbed into the turret with sleepy eyes and saw dozens of ants and other large arthropod carcasses that had been infected and mutated on a large sandy area in front of him.

Wang Zhiyuan said: "Cortana, even if these insects become huge because they are infected with this fungus, the basic law of energy constancy must be maintained. The large size means that it is impossible to maintain a huge number, which should be caused by fighting between individuals. Let's go over and have a look to understand the process of these insects becoming larger, and we can exchange them for intelligence resources in the future. ”

Carefully drive the tank around this bug battlefield, taking videos as you go, watching as there are many strange rings on the ground. It's a pity that most of Wang Zhiyuan's computer is saved about the military aspects of the production of war props, as well as some military-themed movies and games.

For biology and natural sciences, I usually look at Bei Ye's picnic and global geography and the like, which are not saved in the computer, and Cortana cannot analyze the data.

When the tank was about to drive past the insect carcasses, it suddenly felt as if the tank was a little light and heavy on the uphill slope, and when I looked back, the sand behind me had begun to collapse. The sand on the ground is like a bathtub with a plug removed, and the whole sand field forms a whirlpool that sucks everything on the ground down.

Wang Zhiyuan faintly thought of something, and hurriedly raised the tank to a rapid speed, but the speed of sand loss was too fast. The tank was sliding towards the center of the whirlpool. The tracks spun at high speed with sand and insect stumps, but the body still slid down little by little.

"Cortana, there's something under the sand." The turret of the tank was turned backwards, but the depression angle was not enough, and suddenly the tail compartment of the tank was shocked by something. "Master Chief, the bottom armor of the tail cabin is impacted, and there is a possibility of damage."

Wang Zhiyuan hurriedly lowered the bulldozer shovel to the minimum and tried to buckle the ground as much as possible, but the two machines switched to digging mode and slid on both sides of the tank before slowly stopping. Wang Zhiyuan hurriedly put on all his equipment, put on a gas mask, and ran to the tail cabin to see that the metal bottom plate already had a impact bulge more than one meter long.

As soon as I got to the bedroom, I got a shotgun, and there was another violent impact, accompanied by the creak of metal tearing, and the rear bilge was torn open by two black chelas more than a meter long. Two tentacled claws protruded from the opening, shaking wildly and tearing at the metal around them. Between the two chelas, a white pointed tube sticks out, tapping against the rear bilge.

Wang Zhiyuan grabbed the shotgun and fired 7 shots at the giant claw shaking on the crack in the bottom plate, emptying the magazine, and the tentacles of the giant claws were splashed. Several large holes burst into the white pipe, and some dark yellow slime was sprinkled on the bottom plate with a shudder, and immediately white smoke rose and corroded a piece of the bottom plate.

There was no time to reload, Wang Zhiyuan grabbed the AK47 and shot an empty magazine at the giant chela, and the giant chela dragged the pointed pipe that could not move very well and retreated from the crack. Changed the magazine, chased the AK47 and fired at the rift, then opened the storage room and took out 2 thick clothes, opened a barrel of engine oil, and poured half a barrel each.

Picked up with the barrel of an AK47, it ignited and threw it through a crack in the bottom plate, and the bottom plate of "Duang~Duang~" was violently hit.

Wang Zhiyuan unscrewed another barrel of engine oil, threw down the two oil barrels, took out an M24 grenade, unscrewed the bottom cover, pulled the fuse and threw it in. Hurriedly ran to the cockpit and closed the compartment door, there were two loud noises, Wang Zhiyuan felt like a bucket on his head, and people knocked on two hammers, and his brain was buzzing.

I listened to the cockpit sideways and didn't seem to have any movement, and I was thinking about how to get out of the tank. The body slammed into the car, and the bridge screen showed that the rear drive wheel was damaged and the right track was broken.

Wang Zhiyuan scolded: "This is not over yet. "Hang four boxes of heavy machine gun ammunition to Robot 5, climb out of the tank turret with an AK47 on his own, and strafe the rear drive wheels, and the bugs under the sand retract again.

It's not a way to go on like this, sooner or later it will be dragged down little by little, Wang Zhiyuan turned on the Bluetooth headset and said: "Cortana, use the mechanical arm to lift me and No. 5 high, and turn the turret tail compartment over." The robotic arm stuck on Wang Zhiyuan's waist, and the kidneys were squeezed, which was indescribably uncomfortable.

As the turret turned, I finally saw a pair of giant claws biting the big head of the rear track of the tank. Wang Zhiyuan put the AK47 on his waist and shot at the head of the big bug. The big bugs flew in the crazy rain of bullets, and the mucus of the guns was already red, and the eyes of the eyes that were already red began to burn after missing 5 magazines in a row. The worm's skull was shattered, shaking and struggling desperately.

Wang Zhiyuan held down the headset and shouted: "Cortana, reverse quickly, reverse quickly." "The left track of the tank turned right at high speed, and the body turned 180 degrees in place, and the high-speed rotating track scraped the head of the big bug, like a crusher, and the bug fragments and slime were thrown everywhere around the tank.

Looking at the belly of the insect that was rolled out by the track under the tank, Wang Zhiyuan got into a magazine and shot more than a dozen shots at the big belly of the insect. After confirming that they were indeed dead, Cortana put them down, returned to the turret and watched the damage to the tank, gasping for breath in the driver's seat.

Suddenly, I felt a little pain in my calf, and when I looked down, I saw that the pants on my right calf were soaked with blood. Quickly let No. 5 dig out the disinfectant from the cockpit medical box and spray himself and the inside of the tank violently. In the driver's seat, I asked No. 5 to cut open the trouser tube and see, a small penetrating wound, presumably a ricocheting shot from the rear cabin into the calf.

Enduring the hot pain in my calf, I clicked on the tank repair interface and took a look, and it took about 8 hours to repair the rear bilge, tracks, and rear drive wheels. Then he asked Cortana: "Robot 5, can it perform simple medical functions?" Cortana replied, "Master Chief, Robot 5 can perform medical functions by reading the medical manual in the medical kit. ”

I thought, I'm here to read a book and treat it, as long as it's not my leg, give it to me, I'll do it. Brain-mended Rambo sewing up his wounds, looked down at his bloody calf, and touched his fingers lightly, and immediately coaxed himself to stop with Ben.

Gritting his teeth, he asked Robot No. 5 to bring the bottle of Han Wuyu picked up in the mine, and thought about leaning his neck and pouring half a bottle, and he choked on a handful of snot and tears after a few bites.

Standing on the high wall, Wang Zhiyuan was wearing power armor, carrying a multi-barrel machine gun to strafe the surging swarm below, when he was suddenly bitten by a worm that climbed up, biting his calf and drilling his heart.

Wang Zhiyuan sat up from his seat violently, sweating profusely, and Robot No. 5 was pouring a bottle of medical alcohol on his calf.

Wang Zhiyuan gasped and snatched the alcohol bottle, who wrote the first aid manual for pit people. Looking down at the wound, it had been wrapped in a medical bandage, and hurriedly opened the driving screen to see that the tank compartment had been repaired and the track was being repaired.

When the rear hatch was opened, the floor had been repaired and smooth, and the entire cabin was filled with the smell of disinfectant water, which seemed to have been cleaned a long time ago.

Let the robot No. 5 hold on, limp down on the bed, it seems that he can't walk today. Returning to the city wall just now, a machine gun smashed the insects, pressed the treatment needle injection button, and with a feeling of excitement, he continued to shoot towards the sea of insects under the wall.