The Calamity Blade's heart tightened, and he immediately put his thumb on his index finger and circled it, and then raised his head like a python in the direction of the source of the corpse smell.

Wandering in the ruins of Zhika for many years, Calamity Blade has a lot of experience in exploring ruins, and knows when to fight hard, when to temporarily retreat to avoid its edge, especially when encountering this kind of corpse odor that can be directly smelled, it means that there are no less than ten living corpses wandering around, it seems that the expedition team has an absolute advantage, but in fact, these humanoid monsters have slender and flexible bodies, and the bouncing power is extremely amazing, and if the knee-length arms grasp the bumps and swing, they can cross more than ten meters, containing a huge force that is completely inconsistent with the proportions of the body, especially, corpse poison.

Although the Dorian expedition team is the number one strong team in the Mill City platoon, there are quite a few forces that want to recruit this strong team of hundreds of people and cooperate with tacit understanding, but none of them can be extravagant enough to offer a price code for each person to have an anti-corpse serum. The only five serums were all smuggled from the Mill Army at a high price by chance, and they were tightly wrapped in the Disaster Blade's backpack, and they would never be easily taken out to show others.

"Da Da~" Listening to the warning sound of his subordinates' tongues, the disaster blade quietly raised his rifle and stared at the dilapidated high-rise building across the street, after being worn down by countless years, only a large reinforced concrete frame remained, and a strong flashlight could not be illuminated in the dark windows, after all, the humans who evolved low-light vision were only a few, but they were like a fish in water for those human genes called "cousins".

"Coo~chirp~" The screams of the swamp monsters fluctuated, and it was a compulsory course to learn the cries of the main threats to the wasteland creatures, and the expedition members began to use onomatopoeia to convey the location of suspected living corpses, and even hoped to use mixed cries to make potential enemies fearful, and they did not want to rush to engage with living corpses in this unprepared environment unless they had to.

Unfortunately, it must backfire.

Scourge Blade tried to move to the next corner, and as soon as he left his original position, the whole team moved in an orderly alternation, taking care of each other's backs and flanks, even the two detachments at the head and tail, and from this point of view, the Dorian expedition was superior in combat, and the source of combat power was based on discipline, not individuals.

The already silent streets are more and more only the sound of "rustling" footsteps, stepping on the cracked asphalt road, crisscrossing the mottled cracks and singing silently with the surrounding high-rise buildings, this is the old glory of the old era that will never pass away easily.

When the glory fades, the shadows swallow up, the bloody eyes look down, and the claws are hungry and thirsty.

So they jumped down.

The Kuroshio Rush!

Disaster Blade's heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat, and the irrepressible palpitation drove his hand holding the barrel handguard to turn around his waist, and the smell of corpses hit him very closely, like the blood of his companions rushing to the top of his head, and when his head was poured on top of his head, he roared and pushed the rifle, and in an instant smashed off the black and black creation that had climbed in an instant, along with half of his machine gunner's skull.

Silence tears.

Scourge Blade gasped hard, waved his arms, and pulled the trigger repeatedly, one 7.62 bullet after another from the assault rifle, and he whistled and shouted, demanding that his men immediately converge along the streets on either side. However, this black avalanche is far from being as simple as four or two thousand pounds, it is more like Severus's punishment, which never stops.

Soon, the first clusters of fire were drowned in the Kuroti Current, and the howl of terror on eve shook all the humans who were still fighting, and soon they had to use their bayonets and pull out their shovels that had always hung with a puff of red

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When there is blood, black blood, black and white, and red, there must be a roar and shout.

A pool of blood, seeping to the earth, red, extremely red, red, like a line of purple.

……

One-eared squinted at a red flare rising in the air, in his eyes was constantly bifurcating and descending, and the sound of gunfire in the distance as dense as fried beans drove up a few peregrine falcons, and the moment they found the other side, they immediately slaughtered and fell with bright red.

"Brother, where is the leader attacked, are we ......" someone came over and asked in a whisper, and the one ear was still staring intently at the red light that opened the parachute and slowly fell, and only after a few seconds did he look around at the long-abandoned apartment building next to him, and he didn't need to look up to see the intermittent viaduct.

"No, this little thing is just a reminder from the leader, there is no need for us to turn back and get in the way, let's continue to walk and continue to arrest that team!"

……

As soon as the signal flare is raised, if the sky is clear, all the people in a radius of more than ten kilometers can see it, and the blind monkey team separated from the autonomous team can see it very clearly. They knew that flares would be a sign that friendly forces were in trouble, not only in battle, but also in need of immediate support.

The blind monkey was as thin as skin and bones, and his wrinkled ghoul face was chilling, and he immediately ordered his men to take out the hook launcher, shoot the steel cable to the nearest viaduct, and then hang it up. It's no faster than running back the same way, but it's a commanding height to get to grips from the bridge deck that crosses most of the ruins of Zhika and even leads to the core.

Three steel cables first framed the bridge railing, the blind monkey was cautious, if all twenty people climbed together, there was no doubt that the target would be erected, or fixed to be a target for people to fight, he held the walkie-talkie and could only hear the noise of fighting from time to time, obviously, the only communicator in the leader's arms was no longer useful, he did not know that the home team was engaged with people and ghosts.

The blind monkey pulled a tall, long-legged team member and whispered to him to go back the way he came, to find out what had happened. Receiving the order not to join the warband lightly, the long-distance runner agreed to run. There were a few strange colors in the blind monkey's cloudy eyes, and there was an unwritten rule in all ruin expeditions that if it was confirmed that the main team was about to be destroyed, or that it was in danger of being destroyed, then the scattered branch teams had no obligation to come to the rescue. This led to the fact that most of the expeditions were formed by very close fathers and sons, in the hope of having backup in case of imprisonment.

The blind monkey set up a pergola and watched the three pioneers suddenly follow the steel rope from the nearby building to the viaduct, and the rest of them were vigilantly guarding the surroundings.

Even those three vanguard members also climbed one after another in a high and low situation, they had not learned the drill code, and acted purely by experience, and countless ambushes in the ruins of the black and black taught them to be cautious, unparalleled caution.

The first man climbed over the guardrail.

Boom!

"Bang!" The loud noise dragged the blind monkey subconsciously towards the back, and the person did not turn around, and the gun was in his hand! Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger in a row, and three bullets were discharged!

"Ping-pong-ping-pong!" The blind monkey was stunned and watched as ten figures wrapped in lead-gray steel armor suddenly appeared on the street behind him, and the sparks from the bullet grazing the steel plate were dazzling and embarrassing, and his three shots shot a straight line, but to no avail!

The blind monkey instantly reacted that this was the rookie team that suddenly disappeared and was about to be eaten, when did they hide ten pairs of steel plate body armor? The blind monkey team is stationed under the small building of the viaduct, and even if there is a steel plate, it can be suppressed! They are

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There are light machine guns!

The M240's long-point shot was so fast that it was impossible to distinguish the sound of a single shot, but no matter how they fired, they exchanged firing positions with each other, and they couldn't delay the advance of this group of enemies they regarded as rookies.

We were on the top of the building, on the high ground, the blind monkey thought, sweeping the marching bags piled up at his feet, full of demolition explosives, grenades, and defensive grenades.

We have twenty well-trained elite expedition members, an equal number of them.

"Ahh The miserable howl came from high to low, and the blind monkey lowered his ground, crawled to the position where he had just stood, and looked up at the viaduct with palpitations.

Three climbing ropes swaying in the wind, and, a sniper rifle.

"Get down!" The blind monkey yelled, but it was too late, and the sniper bullets that followed killed three people in seconds.

Six.

The gunners on the windowsill on the third floor were still firing frantically with light machine guns, wailing: "Why! I can't hit them! ”

The blind monkey dragged his men all the way out of the roof, and he pushed away the machine gunner, not bothering to wipe the blood of his companion from his forehead, but holding the hairpin button and roaring and shooting. He thought it was his man's mistake in a moment of panic, but he soon realized that he couldn't hit the slippery, loach-like steel plate enemies either.

It shouldn't be! The blind monkey roared in his heart, making the steel plate into such armor that he could still maintain high-speed movement and even predict the dense landing point of bullets! This is not human!

Yes, this is not human.

As the leaden gray approached, the blind monkey suddenly remembered the Iron Army parade he had seen in the Steel City, and the three thousand steel regulars were all wearing lead-gray "AEXO" advanced exoskeletons.

It's the same as the enemy in front of you.

The Calamity Blade's heart tightened, and he immediately put his thumb on his index finger and circled it, and then raised his head like a python in the direction of the source of the corpse smell.

Wandering in the ruins of Zhika for many years, Calamity Blade has a lot of experience in exploring ruins, and knows when to fight hard, when to temporarily retreat to avoid its edge, especially when encountering this kind of corpse odor that can be directly smelled, it means that there are no less than ten living corpses wandering around, it seems that the expedition team has an absolute advantage, but in fact, these humanoid monsters have slender and flexible bodies, and the bouncing power is extremely amazing, and if the knee-length arms grasp the bumps and swing, they can cross more than ten meters, containing a huge force that is completely inconsistent with the proportions of the body, especially, corpse poison.

Although the Dorian expedition team is the number one strong team in the Mill City platoon, there are quite a few forces that want to recruit this strong team of hundreds of people and cooperate with tacit understanding, but none of them can be extravagant enough to offer a price code for each person to have an anti-corpse serum. The only five serums were all smuggled from the Mill Army at a high price by chance, and they were tightly wrapped in the Disaster Blade's backpack, and they would never be easily taken out to show others.

"Da Da~" Listening to the warning sound of his subordinates' tongues, the disaster blade quietly raised his rifle and stared at the dilapidated high-rise building across the street, after being worn down by countless years, only a large reinforced concrete frame remained, and a strong flashlight could not be illuminated in the dark windows, after all, the humans who evolved low-light vision were only a few, but they were like a fish in water for those human genes called "cousins".

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