Chapter 392: The Last Gunshot

"Uncle, do you think we can go back?"

At the trench, a twenty-three or four-year-old soldier with a head larger than ordinary people leaned on his heavy machine gun, smoked a cigarette in his mouth, looked at the endless sea of insects that appeared on the horizon in the distance, and said stiffly.

Next to him was an even older veteran, about forty years old, who knocked the man's head with a snow-white bayonet when he heard this: "Why, I'm afraid, what did I say when I brought you into the army, those who eat our bowl of rice, while killing people, must also have the consciousness of being killed, since you are afraid, don't come in with me, I thought you had fought a few battles and trained your courage, but I didn't expect you to be so cowardly." ”

"Uncle, you misunderstood, I never regretted being a soldier, if it weren't for you, me, and my two younger brothers and sisters, I'm afraid I would have starved to death on the streets, and I wouldn't have my own today. I was just thinking how nice it would be if I could see my brother and sister again! If I leave, what will they do with the two little fools, survival in the base is so cruel, can they take care of themselves? ”

The big-headed soldier snuffed out the cigarette and took out a yellowed photo with two bullet holes left on it from his arms, and the intimate smiling faces of a family of five were presented in the photo, as if they were still vivid.

It's just that after the end of the world, my parents became zombies, and I wandered around with a pair of young brothers and sisters, and if I hadn't met the veterans who recruited soldiers, they would have starved to death on the road.

"Look at it, you should know that those of us who stay behind are basically nine deaths. Your younger siblings, they"

The veteran patted the big-headed soldier on the shoulder, and some couldn't say any more. In the last days, without the protection of the pillar and the brother who was a soldier, the fate of the boy and girl who was only 12 or 3 years old was almost predictable, and the end of the world was a society of survival of the fittest, and it was almost impossible to survive here without a skill.

"I see." The big-headed soldier handed the photo and a dozen zero-level brain cores to the veteran, and firmly dropped: "Uncle, you are better than me." If you survive, please help me take care of those. This is my last reward, please. ”

The big-headed soldier shoved the brain core into the veteran, his face full of pleading, he knew that it would be difficult for him to go back this time. I want to finally find someone for my younger siblings to rely on.

The veteran wanted to say something, but the platoon commander's hoarse roar came in his ears: "Get ready, the enemy is 1500 hundred meters away, all of them, listen to my order to fire." ”

The veteran glanced at the big-headed soldier helplessly, got up and went to organize the soldiers in the squad, he was a squad leader, and he had to organize all the soldiers in his squad before the battle.

The big-headed soldier watched the veteran leave, a smile on his face. He muttered to himself: "You must live well, my brother can't protect you." ”

Wanting that clingy pair of younger siblings, the big-headed soldier has renewed his motivation. Holding the heavy machine gun butt neatly, aiming at the hundreds of thousands of insects that could not see the border, he took out the crumpled cigarette shell in his arms, lit the last three cigarettes in his mouth together, put it in his mouth and took a puff, and the strength in his hand continued to approach with the sea of insects. Already on the trigger.

Compared to the calmness of the big-headed soldiers, the sub-shooter on the side was much more nervous. The arms that raised the bullet chain were trembling, looking at the hundreds of thousands of hideous insect swarms, and there was irrepressible fear in their eyes.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

The sea of insects entered the range of a thousand meters, the huge cockroaches and lurkers were already clearly visible, and a few poisonous explosion insects were smashed on the top of their heads from time to time, setting off a wail on the trenches of the position, and a small number of anti-aircraft artillery pieces were being accurately locked by the flying dragons, and in the chain of fire flying in the sky, the blade worms were fired to destroy them, cutting them into a pile of scrap metal.

Hundreds of twenty-meter-sized stalkers strode forward, each step in the crater of the ground, as if stepping on the soldiers' hearts, deepening their fear.

Layers of velociders spread their teeth and claws, and between the cold teeth, there were still bloodstains left by the previous battle and gnawing the enemy, and the spots on the outside of the body were dried bloodstains, making the velociraptor look even more ferocious and hideous.

"Heavy, fire!"

The effective range of heavy machine guns is usually around 800-1000 meters, and the combat rate of fire is about 300 rounds, which is the most effective means of blocking the charge of enemy groups.

So when the swarm approached 1,000 meters, the platoon commander roared, and the heavy machine gunners pulled the trigger one after another, and the 12.7 mm muzzle sprayed a tongue of fire nearly a foot long, pouring out the rain of bullets and splashing blood in the sea of insects.

The heavy machine gun in the hands of the Big-Headed Soldier also constantly sprays tongues of fire, and the tripod under the gun provides enough stability for the Heavy Machine Gun to stabilize the control and shoot at the dense sea of insects.

Heavy machine guns that can be used against light armored vehicles and low-altitude helicopters are very powerful, and the ammunition fired can set off a death storm in the sea of worms, especially after being transformed with energy and using the brain core to provide power, the power is increased sufficiently.

Countless swift beast stinging snakes were shot through their stomachs, and their heads were shot out, turning into a bloody pulp.

Cockroaches with amazing defense are not afraid of these machine gun shells, soldiers use bazookas and mortars, or use the barrels on armored vehicles to attack, these shells are not as powerful as the armor-piercing shells of tanks, and the damage to the cockroaches is not great, and some minor injuries can be recovered quickly, although these guns have undergone energy transformation, but the defense of cockroaches is higher than that of tanks, if it is a tank, cockroaches will not be so easy, of course, it is only a little troublesome.

Unable to stop the cockroach charge, these times anti-tank missiles are often needed to deliver a fatal blow to the cockroaches, slightly curbing the advance of the lower cockroaches.

The army was full of firepower, trying to block the charge of the sea of insects, but this could only be whimsical, Wang Jin's sea of insects could even break through the position of 200,000 allied troops, how could this simple defense line built by 5,000 people be able to resist, even if these soldiers were more sophisticated in weapons and could not be transformed by energy.

Covered by a vast sea of insects, slowly pressed to the front line, and poured into the trenches, the velociraptor began a carnival feast, the iron hooves of the cockroaches rampaged on the position, bringing a large amount of bloody wind and rain, and the splitting blade insects launched by the flying dragon at low altitude continued to eject, cutting a large number of soldiers into broken corpses, and the entire position wailed under the sea of insects.

"Come on, grandpa fought with you bastards." The big-headed soldier roared hysterically, and the heavy machine gun in his hand fired at the velocrat in front of him, but the usually sharp heavy machine gun couldn't suppress so many velociraptor beasts at all, allowing the veloctor to get closer step by step.

Several grenades were thrown, bullets were dwindling, and the secondary shooter had fled, surrounded by robes, corpses in robes, and swarms of biters that had brutally bitten the soldiers.

Looking up, the big-headed soldier found that the battlefield had become a sea of zergs, and the soldiers were either defeated and fled, or turned into the mouths of the swarm, and the heavy machine gun position where they were located was a small high ground, which was already the last lifeline.

Suddenly, the big-headed soldier found a familiar corpse, it was a veteran soldier on whom he had pinned his hopes, and he did not escape the fate of death, and the lower half of his body flew endlessly, I don't know whether it was cut in half by the blade on the back of the cockroach, or cut by the blade worm of the flying dragon.

Only the upper half of the veteran was left with a sniper rifle in his arms, one hand tightly covering a photo, and his dead face and eyes showed a hint of apology in his direction.

As if I'm sorry, I can't fulfill the last wish of the person I trusted.

The big-headed soldier felt a pain in his heart, and roared madly with tears streaming down his face, and the heavy machine gun in his hand suppressed the charge of the swift beast slightly, as if he wanted to vent all the anger in his heart on the swarm in front of him.

Until a cockroach climbed up to this high ground with a raindrop of machine-gun bullets, revealing a bloody mouth full of sharp teeth, and devoured the crazy figure.

Finally, the last gunfire on the battlefield stopped. (To be continued)

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