Finding out the detailed topography of the ruins of Zhika is similar to the Arabian Nights, and the countless pre-war skyscrapers have become the most difficult to cross the moat, and the poisonous corpses of fierce beasts are rampant, not to mention treasure hunting, and leaving for a night is to pin your head to the waistband of your trousers.

As a veteran commander who has served in the Longhu military for more than twenty years, he knows very well that the most ferocious time of the hunt for the living corpses, especially in the first quarter of an hour before the first morning light burns the skin of the living corpses, those tyrannical species who have been empty-handed all night, or simply drink blood, will naturally target their own kind.

At this point, all the soldiers are no longer waiting for the day, but wearing armor and sharpening, even the captives will not be stupid enough to blow up the nest at this time, once it really attracts a tide of corpses...... At least humans have a basis for negotiation, and species of another genus are more than just grinding their teeth and sucking blood.

The howl of ghosts and wolves seeped through the not thick brick wall, and someone had already taken off the ultraviolet lamp - the lamp was like a gun, facing the thousands of mobs in front of it, but if it really came to kill, where could a scene of light block it? Regardless of whether there is a gap on weekdays, they all slowly retreat from each other, staring at the stairwell blocked with rubble.

"Da~" seems to be a stone falling, or maybe a homing living corpse climbed the bump, when the first person vigilantly raised the muzzle, the same one after another, the armored infantry thought that they had advanced technology, but they could sweep away the dregs of the old world, under a layer of ten-millimeter thick alloy steel plates, there was still a heart, no more difficult than crushing a walnut.

"Whoa~" The sound of a plough and a rake slashing in, and the sound waves were parsed into the master controller, and Ramirez cautiously shared the results of the analysis with the soldiers. Obviously, an enemy.

"Prepare UV stun bombs." The visual panel popped up the command, and the soldiers in the back pulled out a cylinder that seemed to have two gears connected to the top and bottom, unscrewed the lower gear, and the medium and large dose of magnesium powder only waited for the fuse to open. The sound of fine crushing like mosquitoes and flies drills into the bones of people. Every time a stairwell shakes a brick or tile, it is like a bullet in the chamber.

"Wait for my command...... Wait for my command ......" Ramirez pressed against the partition, the soldiers locked down the possible invasion point in all directions, and the few with the best marksmanship observed the movement of the street by the window cliff, and the experienced commander would never put his hope in the slightest, just pay the price.

"Bang!" The rudimentary wall of the stairwell finally fell to the rubble on the surface, although it was only the size of a fist, but no one wanted to guess what was behind it.

Someone touched the stun bomb detonating ring, and until this time, they were still loyal soldiers, and until the last moment, until the commander gave the order, they stayed where they were.

Maybe the end is all death in battle, but there is always a difference.

"Friendly ......" There was a tired voice from behind the stairwell, human voices, the soldiers exhaled for a moment, the muzzle of the gun was still not low, the hunters who wandered across the north shore of the lake often encountered human-faced spiders, and the onomatopoeia spiders were not unexpected.

"It's me, Mill ...... home run," Ramirez let out a long sigh of relief and looked at Simon as he pushed through the old wall. It was already polite to use the wind to serve, and the embarrassed captain was covered with purple and red blood stains, and the tactical vest was torn to the ground, and the revolver of the python that he always carried with him was soft and hung out of the gun belt.

"Water ......," Simon said hoarsely, all the way out from the fortress of Mill, Hydra purple blood

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After the eruption, it was the bottom of a deep pond, which dried up and left only silt. After a while, Peter handed the kettle without hesitation.

"Thank you...... Guy ......" Simon looked around shallowly, dawn had passed, he patted Peter on the shoulder, raised his head and drank it all, sprinkled a hand of water, rubbed his face fiercely, and washed away the fatigue of fighting in the middle of the night.

"What about the others? Marco and Jonathan? Ramirez asked, passing half of the kettle and taking it back, carefully speaking.

Simon's back was unsettling, and he staggered his legs towards the random mattress, and replied, "At Fort Mill, it should be intact, and the rest of the captives." ”

"What's next? Commander? Now that Simon had returned, Ramirez consciously changed his name, but he saw only the sleepy and dying, just as others had seen.

"I'll wait until I wake up......"

The exoskeleton visor obscured the expressions of the armored infantrymen, but it must have been the same, a weak captain, a familiar commander, this is a good choice.

Ramirez didn't wait for Peter to stand next to Simon, and then commanded: "Lay the spikes, put back the anti-ghost lights, and continue the whistle." ”

"That's it! Let's go back to sleep, boys! ”

"It's a long way to go!"

"That's my shop......"

More than a dozen people were muttering, sitting or lying down to rest, but somewhere the snoring was like thunder, and even these warriors, who were accustomed to disturbance, were shocked. Looking at their captain again, it was as silent as if the sound of breathing had dissipated into the air, and even a half-grown child was guarding with a gun.

Is the person who went out with him really alive?

Simon always felt that he had a dream, in the barren field without light, the old trees with dry and twisted branches spread out like pilgrims, prostrate in some unknown direction, he knew that he could see all this, but it was also confined to the tree, he suddenly found, where is the tree? Aren't they really pilgrims?

The huge tortoise shells they carried bound their thin torsos, driving them towards the dim realm of lightlessness, and he could see that in the distance of the pilgrims was a magnificent and magnificent fortress, standing on a peak, although it was dangerous, it should be climbable, but ...... The only bridge is broken, broken, not wide, one person long, if the turbulent trenches are good, they can be filled one day, but under the broken bridge, it is illusory.

The sand on this planet is not enough for the stars of this universe.

When Simon opened his sore eyelids, stood up with a hangover against the wall, squinted and adapted to the harsh sunlight, he knew that it was already sunset, and the soldiers sitting around cooking dinner also happened to see Simon's actions after waking up.

No one said anything, just continued to eat his own canned food as if he didn't exist.

It's not good.

Simon examined his hands, peeling off the layers of python's molten hard shell, revealing a new red skin, last night and this morning, the killing scenes were intermittent, and every time he thought of the most critical point, he had a headache and couldn't help himself.

What had become of him at that point?

Tangled this is not Simon's style, he feels

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When he was hungry and panicked, at this time, Peter sent a canned roasted luncheon meat and a bowl of chowder, scratching his head a little and said: "Ah~ My dad is good." ”

"We'll be able to get over soon." Simon threw away the empty tinplate box, calmly walked up to the armored infantry, and said, "Leave at once and go to Fort Mill." ”

Finding out the detailed topography of the ruins of Zhika is similar to the Arabian Nights, and the countless pre-war skyscrapers have become the most difficult to cross the moat, and the poisonous corpses of fierce beasts are rampant, not to mention treasure hunting, and leaving for a night is to pin your head to the waistband of your trousers.

As a veteran commander who has served in the Longhu military for more than twenty years, he knows very well that the most ferocious time of the hunt for the living corpses, especially in the first quarter of an hour before the first morning light burns the skin of the living corpses, those tyrannical species who have been empty-handed all night, or simply drink blood, will naturally target their own kind.

At this point, all the soldiers are no longer waiting for the day, but wearing armor and sharpening, even the captives will not be stupid enough to blow up the nest at this time, once it really attracts a tide of corpses...... At least humans have a basis for negotiation, and species of another genus are more than just grinding their teeth and sucking blood.

The howl of ghosts and wolves seeped through the not thick brick wall, and someone had already taken off the ultraviolet lamp - the lamp was like a gun, facing the thousands of mobs in front of it, but if it really came to kill, where could a scene of light block it? Regardless of whether there is a gap on weekdays, they all slowly retreat from each other, staring at the stairwell blocked with rubble.

"Da~" seems to be a stone falling, or maybe a homing living corpse climbed the bump, when the first person vigilantly raised the muzzle, the same one after another, the armored infantry thought that they had advanced technology, but they could sweep away the dregs of the old world, under a layer of ten-millimeter thick alloy steel plates, there was still a heart, no more difficult than crushing a walnut.

"Whoa~" The sound of a plough and a rake slashing in, and the sound waves were parsed into the master controller, and Ramirez cautiously shared the results of the analysis with the soldiers. Obviously, an enemy.

"Prepare UV stun bombs." The visual panel popped up the command, and the soldiers in the back pulled out a cylinder that seemed to have two gears connected to the top and bottom, unscrewed the lower gear, and the medium and large dose of magnesium powder only waited for the fuse to open. The sound of fine crushing like mosquitoes and flies drills into the bones of people. Every time a stairwell shakes a brick or tile, it is like a bullet in the chamber.

"Wait for my command...... Wait for my command ......" Ramirez pressed against the partition, the soldiers locked down the possible invasion point in all directions, and the few with the best marksmanship observed the movement of the street by the window cliff, and the experienced commander would never put his hope in the slightest, just pay the price.

"Bang!" The rudimentary wall of the stairwell finally fell to the rubble on the surface, although it was only the size of a fist, but no one wanted to guess what was behind it.

Someone touched the stun bomb detonating ring, and until this time, they were still loyal soldiers, and until the last moment, until the commander gave the order, they stayed where they were.

Maybe the end is all death in battle, but there is always a difference.

"Friendly ......" There was a tired voice from behind the stairwell, human voices, the soldiers exhaled for a moment, the muzzle of the gun was still not low, the hunters who wandered across the north shore of the lake often encountered human-faced spiders, and the onomatopoeia spiders were not unexpected.

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