The permafrost was easily shattered like a fragile puffed biscuit, and the high bulge of the ground toppled the Spitfire like a toy on top. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info the moment the chassis of the tank equipped with anti-mine armor appeared in front of the soldiers, a black shadow like a decaying giant tree smashed on the chassis with the snow and mist that broke through the ground, and the broken track and the surrounding heavy steel turned into a dented and twisted metal in an instant, dazzling sparks emerged from all over the tank hull, and the soldiers widened their eyes and desperately pulled them into the snow with both hands, hoping to bury themselves deeper.

The entire tank erupted in a powerful flash, and a blazing fireball rose from beneath the shadow. The ammunition depot and fuel tank were finally detonated by sparks, and the impact of the explosion pushed the huge black shadow up about a meter out of thin air, and then the circular hatch on the upper part of the tank turret rose into the sky with huge kinetic energy, and the sharp edge heated by the high temperature shaved off the black shadow's head, and the huge body suddenly fell from mid-air as if it had lost all support and power, and the entire ground was suddenly shocked.

As the explosion flew and fell from the sky, the still burning tank parts slipped like a meteor, and a piece of ceramic fragments of broken reactive armor fell straight into the snow pit where the soldier was buried, and the sharp fragments pierced his back like fire tongs, and his frozen body instantly seemed to be on fire, and the sharp pain in his heart made his eyes black and completely unconscious before he could struggle.

This piece of fragment almost killed him, but from another point of view, it didn't save his life.

The toxins that had invaded the body had spread along the blood vessels, and the fragments that pierced the body instantly cut an outlet, causing dark green venom to gush out of the body along the wound, although there were still toxins spreading towards the head, but the process had been slowed down to a very slow point.

After a while, the soldier opened his eyelids that had formed a layer of white frost, and the eyes were a piece of milky white ice that had melted and condensed again, and gradually clear thoughts returned to his mind, but he didn't feel a trace of cold when he woke up, he touched the ice in front of him with his hand blankly, and he didn't feel anything.

A trace of extreme fear crept through his heart, he couldn't feel his hands, he couldn't feel his body, he tried to listen with his ears, and it was quiet.

After taking a few deep breaths, "At least I can still breathe and see." He said to himself, trying to move his legs, and the sound of "creaking" snow squeezing reached his ears, and a wave of ecstasy that had never been seen before surged through his body, and he could still hear and move, but he had lost his sense of touch.

The tragic encounter that could not be imagined in ordinary times was like a gift from God at this moment, and the soldier tried to climb out of the snow pit with rolling and crawling, although he fell again and again, but he had a feeling of collapse that was so moved that he cried.

The soldier didn't feel the pain, the entire back of his dark green army jacket had been scorched, and the corners of his clothes were stained red with strange purple blood, and it was still dripping down the snow, the soldier only felt that he was crawling a little slowly, and it was normal to be in the mud that was one foot deep and one foot shallow, but in the back where he couldn't see, a piece of tempered ceramic shards the size of a skull was deeply inserted into his back, and a palm-sized fuchsia mesh was tightly glued together the cut spine.

Billowing smoke spewed into the sky from the deep pit in front of him, and the charred earth and burning flames silently reminded the soldier that it wasn't long before he had fainted. The firelight illuminated the previous black shadow clearly, and even the head that seemed to be a human face infinitely inflated could make out its original appearance.

This was originally a man, the soldier thought, a giant. The twisted muscles were not protected by the outer skin, not even a trace of fat, and the huge body of pure dark purple muscles still exuded a dangerous aura even after losing the breath of life, and he took a few steps back, deciding to go far away.

Two BMP tanks were parked alone in the snow, one tank was smoking in the huge crater in front of him, the other two Spitfire tanks were nowhere to be seen, the soldier looked back at the complete infantry tank, he moved his steps and moved towards the back little by little, if there were no monsters, maybe he could restart the car that didn't seem to be damaged, even if there was no fuel, the vehicle he was in was pressed by gravity before it ran out of fuel.

The soldier didn't hear anything other than the crisp crackle of the flames, he was the only one still standing in the whole area, he took a few steps and picked up a rifle that had been blown out of the tank by the explosion of air, the barrel had been twisted into a right-angled lethal weapon, which was at best a burning stick, and he used it as a crutch to support himself to speed up his pace, and having something in his hand could increase his courage and confidence.

Maybe it's a good idea to wait here for the next big army to arrive?

The soldier hesitated, and he moved to the chariot in a trance, wondering if the heat stored in the closed carriage would support him until he was rescued.

"Smack!" The soldier fell to the ground with a slam of his hand.

Losing his sense of touch was a nuisance, and if he had been on a normal basis, he would have noticed that he had kicked an erect object under his feet, and he would not have dragged his thighs any further.

In fact, what has become of the feet wrapped in mud-covered military boots, the soldiers themselves do not know.

The hands that tried to get up were propped up to some kind of stiff object, but the soldier didn't feel anything, and finally the slippery gelatinous substance on the object caused him to plant an upside-down onion again, and he realized that there seemed to be something in the snow beneath him.

It wasn't a good thing to lose his sense of touch, at least now he could watch his hands sink into the snow without feeling any cold, and although his palms were a little disobedient, as if there was a delay, they were still much faster than when he was afraid of the cold.

Peeling back the snow on the surface, a piece of flesh with purple and black appeared in view, and the soldier quickly struggled to remove all the snow, he stood there for a second, then turned his head violently and vomited violently.

An inhumanoid corpse was sunk deep in the snow, and at the head of "it", a bloody fragment of what appeared to be a rotting tomato was completely exploded scattered over a small area, and the GSh-18 pistol was clutched in the corpse's hand.

The soldier looked at the thick liquid with the broken black flesh that he spat out, and if I remember correctly, it should be the internal organs, right?

The paralyzed nerves stopped thinking alertly, and the soldier staggered around the headless corpses lying on the ground, and continued to walk in the direction of the chariot, more and more corpses scattered along the way, and what made him feel more and more devastated, everyone held a gun in their hands, and everyone's head became a piece of ice and snow that could not be distinguished.

Suicidal sentiment was also contagious, and the soldier tried to pick up the pistol on the ground several times, but the desire to get inside the chariot overwhelmed everything, and he hung his head and stared straight at the door of the chariot with his eyes turned up.

"Purr!" A huge mouth suddenly poked out and swallowed the soldier violently!

In a dim yellow rising gas, the creature covered in octopus-like tentacles was scanning the snow-covered sky with two bright yellow eyes, and after swallowing the soldier, the six barrel-like bones on its back that looked like abandoned chimneys soon emitted red flames emitting black smoke, as if it were a built-in kitchen cooking. Soon, its scorpion-like body suddenly contracted, and the thick walls of the organic cavity spewed out a stream of corrupt acidic solution, along with a human body that had corroded all its skin, and fell heavily on the snow in front of the car door.