The armored behemoth had slowly put away its hideousness and continued to move forward in the narrow subway tunnel. The two hard tracks crushed the tracks of the original subway, and with the sour sound of metal rubbing, the deathclaw stumps that spread all over the ground were then crushed into pulp by the tracks. Even the whole corpse was cut in two by the weight of the tens of tons, or crushed into a slimy pulp, and it was no longer clear what it was.

Liszt sat in the captain's machine gun position, a chain of 800 rounds of hard-core armor-piercing machine gun cartridges had been reloaded under his sharp movements, and the slender barrel was aimed at the straight subway tunnel in front of him. And at his hand, the M249 light machine gun and the Winchester M1887 shotgun were already placed above the turret of this tank. Whether it is the continuous firepower or the deathclaws in the face of a close-range sneak attack, Liszt can have a good response. At least the Winchester M1887 shotgun is equipped with an arrow-shaped shotgun, and even the skull of a deathclaw can be directly overturned within a meter.

But as if the strafing had wiped out most of the deathclaws in the tunnel, Liszt and the others were already close to the underground research institute, and they didn't notice the deathclaws appearing in front of their dormant armored company. But Liszt and the others did not take it lightly, because there was still a faint roar in the subway tunnel, indicating that there were still traces of deathclaw activity.

They had gone deep into the Oak Flower subway station, and according to the map markings, they were very close to the mysterious underground research institute. And Liszt's face no longer has much relaxed expression, he looked at the subway tunnel in front of him with solemn eyes, and his expression has gradually become solemn. With the reason for the undulating terrain, the laying and construction of the subway tunnel seems a little crooked, and I don't know if it is Liszt's illusion, he actually found that the subway in front of him seems to be built a little, different.

Slowly frowning, Liszt's gaze swept over the subway tunnel in front of him. His eyes looked at the details around him, squinting his eyes slightly, and observing carefully. The subway tunnel here seems to have not been repaired for some years, and it can be seen quite clearly in the spotlight-like headlights, the mottled cement walls have peeled off a lot, and the drainage canals next to them even have dead branches and leaves, etc., which seem to have been blocked for more than a while.

But this is unusual for the most important means of travel in a city, and the subway with the largest number of passengers. Although Liszt walked half an hour to the repair shop where he worked, he still understood that if even the most important subway was in disrepair, or even if the obstacles were not cleared in time, then the responsibility of the city government could be said to be ineffective. As for Liszt who has lived in this small city for about a year, he has not found the passivity and backwardness of this small city, but has a well-organized appearance.

"This is obviously wrong, and if the city government can't even dredge the drains that are related to the safety of the subway on a regular and timely basis, then it's not only inefficient."

Reaching out and pulling out his tactical flashlight on his lower back, Liszt climbed out of most of his body, supported his movements with his hands, and borrowed the light of the tactical flashlight to look at the drainage channel next to the subway base. However, according to the standard, the drainage canal, which is nearly half a meter deep, has been densely packed with dead branches and leaves, and it is obvious that it has been piled up for a long time. And Liszt tilted his head and sniffed slowly, the smell of rancid leaves made his brows furrow more and more: "At least it hasn't been cleaned for half a year." ”

Leaves and dead branches are organic matter that are highly perishable in this dark, damp environment, and the smell of rot is definitely not good. Although the exhaust of the M1A2 Abrams main battle tank was also strong and the smell of blood was quite obvious, Liszt was still able to detect the hidden smell of rot. Because it was so clear, he only had to close his eyes and take a gentle breath, and he could know that the leaves and branches of the tree were washed by the summer water, and then in the long accumulation and sweltering, the rotting and fermentation produced also emitted a lot of peculiar smells.

"That's weird, isn't it?" With a furrow on his brow, Liszt put away his tactical flashlight and put it back in his back pocket. But he looked at the dead branches and leaves that were still piling up in front of him, and it was quite obvious. And he even found that there were traces of silt on the subway at the pedestal, and if it wasn't for the problem with the drain, there would not be any silt on the pedestal. The presence of this kind of silt in the subway tunnel, which has always been safety-oriented, is enough to show the incompetence and inaction of the municipal government.

At the same time as his brows were furrowed, the M1A2 "Abrams" main battle tank under him slowly stopped, stopped in front of this subway base, and crushed the subway track under the track, with a sour sound of metal rubbing. When Liszt raised his head, his face was also solemn, because just a hundred meters in front of him, deep in the tunnel, a pair of broken bricks and concrete fragments were piled up, and even the subway tunnel was covering a small half.

The piles of bricks and debris had covered the subway tunnel with a stone as if it had been blasted, and all the earthwork and concrete fragments were scattered in the tunnel. In fact, it was definitely blasted, the black flame traces were obvious, and the tunnel had almost spread for more than ten meters, and the black appearance was also subject to the instantaneous heat. And as Liszt's gaze looked, at the corner of the tunnel that almost collapsed, half of the tunnel was blown open into a large hole, because the light could not shine into it, and it was as black as if it was a huge mouth swallowing people.

"Looks like we're in place."

After a moment of slow silence, Liszt looked at the dark hole in front of him, but his brows couldn't help but furrow. The fire-soaked walls were mostly black, and there were many fragments of broken masonry and concrete in the nearly three-meter hole, which was obviously some kind of hidden area construction site. But combined with the map of the underground research institute he had just seen before, his face was even more solemn, and he gestured towards an M2 "Bradley" infantry fighting vehicle in the rear, and said loudly: "Arrive at the destination, all the staff get off the vehicle and stand on guard, relying on the armored forces to establish a defensive line on the spot!" ”

At the same time, he quickly rolled over and jumped out of the captain's machine gun position, while dragging his backpack back to his back, and at the same time snapping the Winchester M1887 shotgun into the side position specially reserved for the backpack. And he stood on the turret with the M249 light machine gun, and half a meter above his head was the top of the subway tunnel, and Liszt looked at the soldiers of E Company and Old Bunal who had all poured out behind him, so he nodded and pointed to the collapse in front of him and said: "General Bunard, if I guess correctly, that is the reason for the drastic changes in this small city." ”

Four or five heavily armed soldiers of E Company rushed forward with M4A1 assault rifles first, and the tactical flashlights in their hands were all aimed at that side, illuminating almost every hidden corner. After confirming that it was correct, the old Bunard, who was still wearing a general's uniform, walked over, still surrounded by two burly E Company soldiers as escorts. But he himself was less fazed by this kind of personal protection, reaching out to push a soldier away, and his eyes narrowed slowly as he looked at the pile of earth and broken concrete in front of him.

"Armored forces can't get in, that entrance is just too small."

Sofitel also walked behind her, looking at the subway tunnel in front of her, which had almost collapsed in half, and her face became a lot of solemnity. This time was really a test for them, because the collapse hatch, which was more than three meters high and more than two meters wide, was not so easy to drive a tank or infantry fighting vehicle into. And as a coordinated infantry, once they leave this hideous armored beast, the consequences are not optimistic.

What's more, the darkness in the tunnel can be seen clearly even from a distance of 100 meters. Even the headlights of the M1A2 "Abrams" main battle tank could not be dispersed, and I am afraid that there was a certain depth in the collapse cradle. No one knew what was inside, but looking at the large number of death claws before, a shadow was cast on anyone's heart, and they no longer had the relaxed and optimistic attitude they had before. Having lost their armor and heavy firepower, they are now at an absolute disadvantage.

And this is clear to both Liszt and old Bunnard, because the facts are laid out in front of them. Turning his head slowly, Old Bunard glanced at the group of young men of Company E around him, although their expressions were solemn, they were not as frightened and flustered as they were at the beginning. A smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, and the old Bunnard said slowly in a hoarse voice: "What enemy can face my boys?" ”

He walked forward first, taking the M4A1 assault rifle from a soldier next to him. Old Bunnard didn't say much, and his example illustrated what was in his heart. Looking at the soldiers who were huddled behind him, with a proud smile on his old face, he pointed at Sofitel and said loudly: "Sofitel, after leaving a squad hall, Liszt and the rest of the people will follow me and exterminate them!" ”

"Understood." Liszt also followed the other soldiers in reply. He suddenly found that old Bunnard had a different kind of charm, which made the corners of his mouth smile slightly self-deprecating, and he didn't know why he remembered his previous life, the leadership temperament described in those novels. Shaking his head slightly, he clenched his M249 light machine gun, turned over and jumped into this tank, and at the same time looked at the infantry of E Company with about forty people in front of him, and also consciously joined in.

Only at this time can real troops be able to see their tactical qualities, and it is also at this time that real commanders can see their command ability. Old Bunal, the guy who has been a commander since the prime of life, is undoubtedly the best among commanders.