Get ready? The captain asked.

"Ready." Cole pushed his sunglasses and replied, and many of his commando comrades who were wearing black stealth military uniforms around him were wearing blackened straps, masks, and glasses.

"When you set off, remember not to go to the designated place, and there must be no firefights." The captain climbed out of the trench first, bowed his waist, and quickly passed through the battlefield full of chaos during the day, and the people who followed him in turn looked for craters and dumped vehicles in the shape of "product" in accordance with the tactical principle of the three-three system.

It was not clear tonight, as if there would be heavy rain after the great war, and the clouds obscured most of the stars, and the moon was full, but only foggy could be made through the clouds. The few bits of light came from the various debris that was still burning, and the shadows that flickered were more than the source of the fire.

Cole's hand gripped the strap tightly, not the gun strap, but the strap that attached the previous teammate. It sounds funny, but how many people are tied together to infiltrate enemy positions? But for a wasteland warrior with shimmering vision, it's just an ordinary tactic.

In the aftermath of the Verdict Day, high-yield radiation gradually destroyed the genetic canal limitation, breaking the reproductive isolation between untold species, giving birth to mutant creatures such as frog lions, lake monsters, ghouls, and water ghost fish. Fortunately or unfortunately, human beings still generally maintain the characteristics of advanced Homo sapiens, but a small number of humans who have lived on the edge of the nuclear melt pit for a long time have not died of radiation complications, and all of them have shimmering vision, and some of them even have strong shimmering vision.

Cole is one of those tenacities, and the daytime sun is a small pain for him, and at night, like a lynx's pupil stress, as long as there is a little natural light, it is more convenient to move than daytime. The so-called wearing sunglasses is also to prevent accidental flares and flash grenades from rising into the air, so that they will not have time to react.

In the afternoon, the advance was frustrated before the fortification, and the Combine, whether it was its own anger or the persecution of the Black Wall Army, needed a victory to boost the morale of the fight, and immediately came up with a set of plans after a short discussion. That is, to organize a night assault team, as much as possible to occupy a favorable position in the second round of attacks before dawn, and if the results are good, it can also evolve from skirmishers to a larger-scale formal attack.

The no-man's land between the two armies was silent, except for the occasional firing

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's long-lasting flares, and there is no movement. Cole tucked his gun between his elbows and listened cautiously for the falling flare until darkness returned, and he continued to crawl through the difficult hundreds of meters.

The corpses that had time to be retracted, the soldiers who had been crushed to death, the human-shaped char that had been roasted from the explosion of the oil cans, and the disgusting smell lingered, Cole silently ignored the raven-eating gulls that hovered overhead, sometimes swooping down to take away a few pieces of carrion. The special military uniforms woven by the water ghosts and algae cut off the breath of the living and the reflection spectrum, making them pounce more unscrupulously, and some stood directly behind the commandos, "tuk-tuk" to gnaw on the corpses next to them.

After countless elbows and ankles, the assault team finally approached the minefield, Cole stopped, and passed the message in the most primitive way of patting the shoulder and chest, and after some interaction, they were given instructions to detour.

For the fierce fighting in the minefield a few hours ago, the Coalition first used artillery bombardment to clear a lot of shallowly laid mines, and the mines that really paralyzed the combat vehicles were all deeply buried pressurized mines. After several rocket washes, there are even fewer left. In front of Cole were all iron round boxes, which were undoubtedly clear in the shimmering vision, and it seemed that the enemy did not have the spirit to rush to the open to make up for it.

The rain is falling, which is a good sign and means that the noise is less noticeable. Cole quietly sped up his crawling speed, and the sooner he passed through the open field, the sooner he could get out of enemy fire, and once the enemy gunners found it, he couldn't even count as a moving target, it was purely a way to kill.

Fortunately, the commandos are all brave people who have done it with real swords and guns, and to be honest, they can't be allowed not to do this, the children who can get out of the nuclear melt pit alive didn't crawl out of hell by stepping on the bones and finally put on military uniforms? Death is indifferent to them.

They had ignored the horrors of the battlefield, the bloodstains and dust of cannon ash clinging to their skin like a shroud, the iron-colored façade of the Polytechnic Institute was so close at hand, yes, they were the first warriors to get closer to the fortified defenses.

Cole slowed down, there was an enemy soldier patrolling on the roof in front of him, he quickly made a "elimination" gesture, his hands slashed back and forth, his teammates nodded and signaled, as soon as he lifted the butt, a long barrel FAL was erected, just wait for the rest of the team to be in place one by one, and then kill collectively, it is a roaring charge!

Cole leaned sideways to take out the nine-link flashbangs in his backpack,

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It didn't matter if he turned over, it was a soft and soft thing, and Cole immediately realized that maybe it was some dead body, so he looked back, creepy.

A pair of vertical pupils, green.

The choking smell was very close, and Cole had no time to draw the gun, so he had to hold it with both hands, and then the sharp pain penetrated, and the rattan tooth instantly pierced the palm of his hand, and in a hurry, even the rattan python's hundreds of kilograms of bite force were supported to death. But his brethren were not so lucky, and the delicate undulating entanglement and bite nearly wiped out the commando force.

"Uh......" Cole squeezed out a few slurred words in his throat, in front of the bucket-thick vine python, human strength is not worth mentioning, he was completely bitten off the palm of his hand, this vine python was obviously hungry, and couldn't wait to swallow him along his arm, and a nearby vine python that failed to grab its prey began to swallow from its ankle, Cole's whole person was like a straight rope, back and forth between the two pythons.

"Suppress the shot!" Cole was about to faint from the cramping pain in his internal organs, and a series of flares suddenly burst out over the position, and a large number of nine rings were thrown down like dropping leaflets, and they exploded in an instant. Then there was a scream that could no longer be suppressed. After that, it was the nightmare of the infantry, and the rhythmic sound of machine-gun fire drowned out all the commandos who had managed to get past the rattan nets. Destroyed in the hidden nest of machine guns deliberately chiseled by the enemy side.

At the last moment, Cole's bloodshot pupils saw the world through his sunglasses as it sparkled, and the surging serpent tide split its way for the enemy to hunt down the commandos with impunity, easily removing their weapons, and even leaving their tactical suits behind, and throwing them into the vine beetle.

"This?" An unusually tall and burly figure stopped at Cole's place, and the gray-blue-gray phosphorus fire on the side looked at it for a moment, leaning down to stare at the poor child whose lower body had been swallowed, and Cole finally saw the end of all their goals clearly.

The young face with the eyebrow bone running through the scar is handsome, and it is by no means surprising.

So the blue-eyed young man reached out and took Cole's gun and chest sling, and snapped his fingers lightly. As if he had received an order, the vine beetle excitedly fought for me, and four sucking teeth nailed Cole's wrists and ankles, and in this tug-of-war, the color head was flesh and blood.

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