The rain, quick and slow, big and small, washed the town of Stratford with pity and pain, like the tears of the deceased dragon king.

As the hometown of Osiris, this small town surrounded by forests has always retained the rural style of the "golden" age of the dragon world, with old taverns, Tudor-style two-story buildings, and the three-in-one Holy Dragon Church on the riverside, where the Holy Dragon was baptized, married, and buried after his death.

A week ago, it was a delightful scene of autumn colours.

Colorful yachts of all sizes are singing on the Ai River, and they lose no time in sprinkling long white exercises. Black, white, gray and red water birds of all colors leisurely pass through the yachts, adding endless vitality to the beautiful Ai River. At the entrance of the town, the tall statue of Osiris quietly enjoys the worship and admiration of tourists from all over the world. The town is full of tourists, the smoke is curling, and the time is so peaceful and charming......

Now, the town has changed beyond recognition. The statue of the dragon god still stands in silence, but in front of it is no longer a worshipping tourist, but countless corpses and rotten meat! The rain washed the bloodied medieval houses, washed the walls clean, and the ground was filled with a strong river of blood!

On the winding path, piles of rotten corpses were piled up a few meters apart, and dozens of heavily armed Marines were forming multiple teams to sweep the streets of the infected who were still roaming.

"Bang!" A sudden string of assault rifles pierced the silence of the town in the rain.

After the gunshot, two red-eyed infected people, a man and a woman, had their heads blown out and fell the lawn.

Holding the artificial black dragon Shiho of M16A2, he ran to the corpse of the infected in the rain, crouched down and slit the skull of the infected with a tactical dagger, and pulled out the crimson brain nucleus from their rotten brains.

"Disgusting thing! Hope you can be as effective as Lieutenant Lucas said! ”

Looking at the strange appearance of the brain core after the blood stains were washed away by the rain, Shiho cursed in disgust, and then put the brain core into his waist backpack, and he quickly ran back to the commando. The group continued along the Ai River.

Beside them, the flowing Ai River had long been dyed crimson with blood.

The raindrops fell on the surface of the river slowly, and the thick red ripples that exploded were densely intertwined, like boiled blood, and the human corpses and dragon corpses that were floating or sinking, presenting a vivid scene of blood feast boiling.

On the other side of the bloody river, the Theatre Royal, the most splendid building in Stratfordtown, is located. When the disaster struck a week ago, the 1,500-seat theater was hosting the famous play "Macbeth."

At the moment of the disaster, the play is coming to an end, and the protagonist Macbeth is defeated by the betrayal of his relatives and falls to the end of the boss.

Three-quarters of the people in the theater were not strong antibodies. In an instant, the theater turned into a slaughter ground for the infected!

Screams, consternation, weeping, and blood have been the only themes that have hung over this quaint town ever since.

It wasn't until four days ago, when the arrival of the Special Marines at the West Side base in the Gulf of Ireland, changed the theme to carnage and purge.

At this time, nine LAV-25 armored fighting vehicles were parked in the square in front of the theater, and several soldiers with loaded guns were guarding the side of the vehicles.

Inside the theater, there was darkness and silence, only the flickering lights faintly illuminated the blood-stained stage.

In the center of the stage, the burly Lieutenant Lucas of the Special Marine Corps was sitting crookedly in the leader's chair, his right hand clenched into a fist, propping up his rough cheek, staring at the corpses in the seats hidden in the darkness in front of him.

It was clear from the deep and grim look in his eyes that this lieutenant was not as simple-minded as he looked. And that's exactly what happened. After the disaster broke out, most of the generals at the West City base in the Gulf of Ireland in the West City became infected, and the First Captain of the Special Marine Corps, Vinnes Carter, was not spared the death of the years.

The 101 Special Marines were in a leaderless predicament for a while. At this time, Lieutenant Lucas, who was known for his gambling in Pingsuri, stepped forward and regrouped the Marines with a strong and iron-blooded wrist.

The day after the disaster broke out, the 101 marines combined with another Nancheng infantry team on the naval base, a group of 250 people, rushed out of the base.

The infantry unit received an order to go to an army base in the Middle East to stand by. The Special Marines, on the other hand, were to go to the Air Force Command in Milden, the base camp, to join up with the bulk of the force. Only from there it was possible for them to return to the base camp stationed in the north.

While going south, he rescued people. When the two troops came to Thundering Mountain, they rescued four strange guys. The four dragons told the Special Marines who were the first to rescue them some biochemical secrets that they didn't dare to believe but didn't want to let go.

After Lieutenant Lucas learned of these secrets, he was keenly aware that these secrets were likely to bring great benefits to Xicheng, which had become a hell, and immediately ordered the four dragons to be isolated so that the news would not leak to the ears of the Nancheng infantry team.

After that, the accompanying infantry team headed east to a secret military base in the Middle East. The Special Marines scurried north, heading straight for Milden Air Force Base.

Four days earlier, as the Marines had made their way to the small town of Stratford, Lieutenant Lucas had radioed the news that had left him angry: all of the West Side garrisons at Milden Air Force Base had been evacuated overnight!

That is to say, the 85 Special Marines they still have left have been abandoned by the headquarters!

Speechless, speechless, furious!

……

Four days have passed, and Lucas's mood has gradually turned calm. Because he learned that the military base in the north of Xicheng had also become a mess.

Maybe it's really like the female sea dragon named Silver Thunder said, all the people below the age of teenager and above the prime of life have hung up.

Even so, even if they made it to the northern base camp, it was unlikely that they would be reunited with their families who had escaped Hell West, and even their families would probably have died.

……

Sitting in the leader's chair, Lucas thought silently: Seven days have passed, and the infected people outside have indeed appeared brain nuclei, and now as long as it is confirmed that these brain nuclei can really strengthen people, what the four dragons said can be recognized as true.

And if it is true, these biochemical secrets that have not yet been leaked will completely change the fate of him and the 85 Marines under him!

It is not sad to be abandoned by the headquarters, but it is sad to be abandoned by yourself.

Since the headquarters doesn't want us anymore, well, let's create a kingdom of our own with our own hands!