The turbulent waves passed away.

The flood peaks that almost overflowed the river embankment eventually rushed all the way along the "canal", covered with optical camouflage, and the purple-blooded soldiers who were arranged on the river embankment in advance were naturally safe, but they also had a thread connecting the other end. It was still to witness Simon being submerged by the flood peak.

Farping indifferently raised his hand and fired a shot, the bullet accurately hit the purple poncho that was still stirring in a puddle of muddy algae, and the latter's head burst out with a bunch of red, and immediately stopped struggling, and the "debris and garbage" beside him woke up one after another, turning over a few waves, that is, rolling this flesh-and-blood meal into the bottom of the river. This flood swept away, and even Hydra didn't dare to say that he could get out of it.

Everywhere you go, it's all a mess.

The thread is not broken.

The broken steel cable swayed from side to side, and the heavy Storick chariot that was bolted up was long gone, and a steel creature of more than ten tons crushed the human race, a species that was almost condemned to death if its protein tissue was damaged. But at the moment, Mo said that it was the same fire and water as always, and the Demon Eagle, the Giant Ghoul, the Cavity Dragon, and the Golden Scale Lake Demon standing at the top of the food chain didn't have to think of it as something great.

The steel cable froze.

It was as if it was spot-welded to the surface of the riverbank, then suddenly straightened, taut, and then a stained arm. The purple blood connection has never been GS, Simon is like a king spider entrenched in the center of the spider web, and when the spider thread is mentioned, the insects that adhere to it are all panicked, because they don't know whether it is an inch or a foot away, waiting to be devoured.

The purple-blooded soldiers clenched their rifles in silence, and for a brief exchange of fire, they tried to prevent the ponchos from climbing the riverbank. These elite and well-armed Hydra warbands were eventually swallowed up in despair by the yellow-green waves. Falpin even leaned in and pulled out a snowstorm bulge, a small and delicate bulge with a large capacity magazine that could fire thousands of 47mm shellless rounds in a second.

The arm in the turbulence gradually emerged a second branch, and the water that had blocked the river was extremely fast, and the owner of the arm seemed to be condensed in the water. Just wait for a hint for the purple-blooded soldiers to open fire without hesitation.

So Simon grabbed the steel cable and stepped onto the field. With a shake all over his body, several water ghost fish were swept off, and the water ghosts in the air were suddenly exposed and squirmed to crawl back into the water. As they struggled, Simon raised his head and swallowed a few grains of Elimination, his sharp steel-blue pupils swept over the unscathed crowd, and commanded in a low voice, "Well done, let's withdraw." ”

The intercity highway that has also become a "canal" is not far from the Polytechnic, and everyone is a fierce warrior, and after a short time they have crossed the first dark whistle. It is said to be a dark whistle, but it is not Simon's men, but a vine beeper who was forcibly injected with purple blood by Simon. Simon found it much easier to control such a companion mutant organism than it was to control a human with a sound mind. In the battle of the embankment, Simon had to lose one man, but was able to leave three positions to control the vines.

If Simon's complete belief in Purple Blood is false, Hydra's desperate encirclement and suppression, as well as the unobtrusive roots of Purple Blood, created Hydra's King Castrodon. For ordinary people, it is extremely vicious, but for most mutant creatures, it is from the bone marrow, and it does not hesitate to give up self-awareness to obtain.

This is really just like Dr. Anna described, the most treacherous virus in the world, even the Marburg virus. It is constantly proliferated and replicated, intentionally or unintentionally.

Everyone has a purple blood aura, and even a few who don't have it wear a purple blood insignia as a beacon for identification. The vine beetle lurking in the ruined concrete-steel forest is synonymous with the stealthy hunter. Simon and the others made their way through the wall and returned to the academy.

"It's sunny, it's hot." Shirtless, Marco thrust his shovel in, took the kettle thrown by Simon, and drank it with a grunt, wiped the mud stains on the outside of his beard, and helped his waist.

Simon looked at the trench that was only half a man deep, unloaded his smelly backpack, lifted the placket of his sun-dried clothes and wiped off the dry mud on his face, squinted at the sky, and said, "The flood season is coming faster than expected, and yesterday's road is no longer possible." ”

"It's a good thing, it's a little softer when it rains, and it's easy to dig deeper." Digging a trench naturally does not wear an exoskeleton, and Marco continues to lean over and dig with a shovel of dirt. Trenches are a must for defense, and it just so happens that the Polytechnic Institute is considered to be on the high side, so as not to be flooded, and the ground that was watered with cement in the past years has been exposed to wind and rain for more than half a century, and all of them have been reduced to rubble, and countless heavy rains have washed away, leaving only mud that is sometimes stiffened and sometimes paralyzed.

Over the years, the academy building has been deliberately reinforced by various expeditions, and the required building materials can be hauled directly on the spot, and Simon also has several vehicles in his hand, which can be used as building support points if necessary. Temporarily adding some poles and logs can also withstand a light artillery. As for heavy machine gun fire, it is guessed that the double-layer structure will not be so easy to break through, and the machine gun nest and fire hole are additionally strengthened.

Thoroughly tied to Simon on a rope, the Calamity Blade dutifully displayed the weapons he was holding. Simon easily found the Scourge Blade under a large tree sawed off outside the trench. He was lying in muddy water, with anti-infantry mines planted.

"The hunt went well?" Peter was also half-immersed in the yellow mud, picked up a wooden box and put it in, put on the hair press, and gently spread the dry soil, and it was done.

Simon glanced at the various mines in the straw pile in the armory. Rather absent-mindedly, he replied: "Killing a few forward scouts will delay the attack." ”

"Have you considered fighting at the Polytechnic Institute?" Simon asked.

The disaster blade buried a mine, beckoned the other expedition members to lay it, scraped the mud on his trouser leg at will, and lit a cigarette: "It is too risky to climb a tall building, and the foundation is not stable, this is a small transfer station. ”

With purple blood control, Simon is not worried about lying, every battle for profit survival in the wasteland is extremely cruel, and you can imagine how many hardships are hidden between the lines of the disaster blade.

Simon silently took a few puffs, simply took off his shirt, took the mine, and said, "That's enough for them to be happy for a while before touching the wall." ”

……

The lower end of the "canal".

The sporadic gunfire alarmed several frog lions who were eating the wreckage, and they turned their heads to look, but they were waiting for a few bullets to knock them down. McCandless struggled to climb up the riverbank, his calf still tangled in a water ghostfish, and the dagger slid back and forth to peel off.

He looked at the great lake that was close at hand, and raised his eyes.

Suddenly found that he was the only living person.