"What? Myths? You're playing me, is it possible that we want to worship the Dragon King? ”

"Don't worry, listen to me!" Nantes hurried to reassure the veteran oilman who was jumping on his feet to shoot people with a gun.

He opened the warehouse catalog, pulled it to the bottom and said: "Dashun Port is a century-old oil port!" Your warehouse records that there are still 50,000 tons of crude oil here! ”

"Yes, we don't have gasoline on the island, and now we use electricity. Crude oil has not been used for many years, and it takes up space in vain. ”

"You pour the crude oil into the sea, ignite it, and after the mutants on the surface of the sea are killed and injured, the sea escape route will be opened, and the amphibious landing craft will come and pick you up!"

"Shhh...... It's crazy! ”

"Since ancient times, soldiers have been fighting each other, and defeating the strong with the weak is nothing more than using the power of fire and water, and the use of ready-made resources is more important than anything else!"

"Then I'll go put oil in it now!"

"Stop, stop, just now I thought you were an old monkey spirit, why are you confused now?"

"Huh? Am I wrong again? ”

"You are very wrong, you should report to the regiment commander first, report in person, don't look for a staff officer. When you meet, you must emphasize that you came up with it, so that the credit can't run. As for when to release oil into the sea, you still have to listen to the instructions of the regiment commander, otherwise you have done everything, and the regiment commander will have to rely on you to escape, which is very shameless, how can you still take a lot of credit? ”

"I understand, I understand, you doll doesn't look very old, but you can feel the things of being an official quite thoroughly."

"Big brother, I'm the one who pours out my heart and lungs, can I just exchange you for a promise?"

"I understand, I understand!"

"Damn, I haven't said it yet, you understand it again?"

"Don't you just don't mention you, you haven't been here, I haven't seen it."

"The ground has arrived! Good bye! ”

"Hehe, the young man has a bright future, don't die in the sea, you must come back alive!"

Nantes waved his hand without looking back, and felt bored for a while: "The old guy is still ignorant, what do you say, dead and alive, bad luck ......"

Nantes returned to the pest squad's barracks, where two squads had just taken turns to rest, snoring loudly and sleeping like dead pigs.

He packed a waterproof bag, brought double batteries and ammunition, a KTM assault rifle, a combat knife, a dagger, and 3 days' rations.

Only then did he drag the iron box back to his position.

The old horse was resting, and when they saw Nantes coming, they couldn't help complaining: "What are you kid wandering around!" Since the beginning of the war, I haven't seen you settle into position, and I haven't seen you shoot! What kind of moth are you messing with? ”

"I'm wrong, I'm wrong, I'm going, I'm going!" Nantes didn't dare to talk too much with him, the old horse was too familiar with him, and he was afraid that he would be able to see something in a few words.

"I said, what are you dragging two boxes for? What's in it? ”

"Bullets, the dreadnought regiment doesn't have a lot of money, and the logistics have begun to supply them in limited quantities. I just went to the logistics corps to come, but it took a lot of talk! ”

"Oh, then you drag it to our position, I don't have much, just put it there, it's easy to use, and you don't have to run back and forth."

"Okay!"

Nantes agreed, dragging all the way to the dock, but did not stop when he reached the place where the old horse said, but continued to walk forward for dozens of meters.

The old horse was busy closing his eyes and recuperating, and he didn't notice the situation here.

Nantes opened one of the iron chests and poured out a lot of things. A soldier from another squad shouted in the back, "Dude, can you change the place for the tattered children?" You blocked my shot, be careful of accidentally hurting you! ”

"You look at it, I'll be fine for a while!" Nantes didn't look up, just hung all sorts of things on her body, inserted oxygen hoses into the respirator, and finally put the oxygen cylinder on her back.

"Nantes, what are you doing! Come down! The "second master" who was lying on the roof of the sniper position first noticed that something was wrong, and when she saw the oxygen cylinder, she immediately understood what was about to happen, and hurriedly scolded him.

The others were still quietly chatting about Nantes' mistreatment of the Overseers, unaware that the Overseers had been killed by the "Second Master", and they were even less aware of what was going on.

Hearing the scolding of the "second master", these people hurriedly ran out, and the "manager" nervously didn't even take a gun.

"Brothers, I, Nantes, am saying goodbye to you! The second master will tell you what happened and why, I'm not a child anymore, just let me carry this matter myself! ”

"By the way, you are not prepared, don't jump into the sea with you, you have more important things to do, go back to the island and find Zhang Yang who was captured, this matter is very important, more important than me!"

"It's too late to leave a message one by one, I'll report safety on the way, and wait for me to come back!"

With these words, Nantes threw another iron box into the sea, and jumped down with a silver glittering object in her arms.

A mutant seemed to want to sneak attack, but was smashed by Nantes's heavy metal body, and was stabbed in the throat by a dagger in the water, killing him instantly.

Jumping into the sea, Nantes sank almost in a straight line, with his back against the rock wall of the pier, and what he saw was a scene even more shocking than the surface of the sea, in the dim light, patches of corpses suspended in the water, most of them motionless, some drowned, some killed, some whole, some broken to only half of the body......

In the distance, some bullets fell into the water, drawing white lines, and from time to time there were swimming mutants who were beaten into a sieve, and they couldn't be saved after a few struggles.

To Nantes' relief and distress, as he fell into the water, the mutants who had been swimming to the shore changed direction and pressed towards this side.

It's a good thing for the dreadnoughts, and it might be a good thing for Nantes' dad who almost doesn't know each other, but for Nantes, it's definitely the most painful thing.

He quickly opened the silver glittering thing in his arms, which was an underwater exploration robot. Dashun Port is not a military port, and the armory will not always have frogman equipment like submarines.

But they have underwater robots that are used to salvage and detect underwater conditions and maintain the port environment for many years. This thing is still equipped with high technology after the explosion of the oil pipeline in Dashun Port many years ago, and the relevant departments purchased 100 of them in one go, making a fortune in a big way.

The underwater robot comes with its own propulsion equipment, and Nantes only needs to make sure that it floats and can move quickly by holding it.

It is not easy to float the iron bump of more than 400 catties, but fortunately, he has prepared a lot of buoyancy balls, and three buoyancy balls can keep his feet off the bottom of the sea, and he did not use the inflatable life raft at all.

The quickest reflexes of the mutants had approached, and Nantes unfurled a fishing net and dragged it all the way, flanking the pursuing enemies together and effortlessly drowning themselves.

The speed of the underwater robot's propulsion is not too fast, but the speed is still sometimes caught up by the mutants paddling with their bare hands, and Nantes only needs to break out of the 500-meter encirclement to take them for a walk.

The 500 meters are not easy, Nantes moves quickly against the bottom of the sea, but most of the mutants are head-on and can't dodge. Nantes is not in a hurry, although he can't use it underwater, but his biggest advantage is that there is enough oxygen, and it consumes them to death.

Approaching mutants will tear and gnaw at Nantes' alloy armor, and Nantes's daggers and machetes beckon, specifically sharpening their fingers. There is nowhere to borrow force underwater, and the muscle force is offset too much by the resistance, and a powerful punch on land is only a little heavier than a stroke at a depth of 10 meters to the bottom of the sea.

On the contrary, it is a finger like pincers, and with the strength of the alloy armor, it is possible to break the dents and cracks one by one.

If there are too many opponents, Nantes casts their nets, and the mutants trapped in the nets form another barrier to stop the other pursuers. From the dock of Dashun Port to the fleet anchorage dozens of nautical miles away, there are several sections of fishing nets in the middle to pull out a life passage on the bottom of the sea.

This seemingly dangerous operation was successfully carried out under the patchwork of such rudimentary equipment.

It took Nantes 40 minutes to reach the vicinity of the air frigate, and he did not rush to board the ship, because he could not convince the naval forces without military orders.

Nantes made a video call to the top military commander of the Dreadnought Regiment, confident that he would be granted the concession. This time it was a great sin to cut first and then play, but he set out a way to break through. The lives of more than 300 people in the dreadnought regiment and 500 in the logistics unit are in their own hands!