The sound of artillery fire was almost incessant, and after five hours, until twelve o'clock in the night, the battlefield was covered with darkness, and the battlefield took on the appearance of a night battle. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The sky was obscured by the dust of the megalithic fragments, there was no moonlight, and there were no street lights in the outer districts, so the environment was terrifyingly dark.

When intermittent, you can hear the deafening roar of chariots and shockwaves that shake the atmosphere. Twenty-five mm cannon fire that sounded like a typewriter. There are also lowlings, roars, and howls of the archagular.

In addition, as expected by my colleagues, the Self-Defense Forces did not request support from the civilian police for any amount of time that had elapsed.

Rentaro couldn't help but get agitated.

What are they thinking? Do they care about their merits, their territory, their self-esteem, and so on, and fight with those meaningless things, do those guys really think they can win?

Isn't it time to come together to fight the intestines?

Which side has the advantage now, and what is the situation of the war?

Countless questions surround everyone's mind.

Rentaro turned his neck and looked at the lineup of the police corps, everyone gathered around the burning campfire, and the rest of the police officers did not dare to gasp and wait for the progress of the situation.

Rentaro and his party, who were located on a small hill, could easily see the situation of the entire army.

Rentaro and the others lined up in a long horizontal line one kilometer in front of the tent camp at the forward base.

The number of more than 1,000 people's police corps, the lowest level of the organization is the auxiliary troops, on top of which is the squadron commander who commands the ten auxiliary units, and then the regiment commander who commands the squadron leader.

In front of Rentaro's right diagonally, you can see Rentaro's direct commander squadron leader.

It seems that the squadron leaders were chosen from my captain's auxiliary unit, a young man wearing an exoskeleton in lead armor.

His name is my Tang Hidehiko, and he is the son of my temple chief.

Pale and emaciated cheeks, and a face that looks even more slender with glasses.

It feels like he's closer to a scholar who stays in a research room all day long, or even a librarian.

Next to him is a starter named Heartsound.

During training the day before yesterday, Rentaro saw Hidehiko caressing Xinyin's shoulder and lifting her chin, revealing a side face with an intoxicated expression.

It seems that he has more affection for his initiator than his partner, daughter, or sister.

Looking at that Hidehiko, it was hard for Rentaro not to be affected by the uneasy mood.

In the course of the training of the civilian police corps in the past few days, his reaction appeared very clumsy.

Not only is the speed of giving orders too slow, but also the lack of decisiveness, and the attitude of orders does not feel confident and majestic.

- Not to mention Brother Changmen, compared to his own father, my cousin, who is resolute and resolute, this person is also too far behind.

Even at this point, he was holding the shoulders of the initiator and praying something in a low voice.

I'm afraid the content is to hope that the Self-Defense Forces will win.,Don't develop the battle situation to the point where you have to play.。

I don't know how long it took, but the sound of the fire gradually subsided, and the cry of the original intestines became quieter.

Then the two sides were abruptly completely silent.

The plain directly ahead, as if absorbing the silence of the night, was covered in complete darkness.

"Hey, how the hell is the fight?"

"Which side won?"

"Somebody go and take a look"

The whispers sounded like waves among the wavering policemen, and the conversation came and went.

Rentaro looked at me and said, "Hey, can you at least fire a flare and contact the headquarters?"

Hearing this, I shook my head with an exaggerated expression: "But the other troops didn't do this, right? ”

It's because the other troops didn't do it, so we had to do it—Rentaro wanted to refute it, but shook his head on the way.

This guy thinks logically completely different from his own, and no matter what he says, it won't help.

At this time, Tina, who had been staring at the darkness silently, suddenly lowered her voice and muttered: "Brother, someone is here." ”

"Can you see such a dark environment?"

Tina is the initiator of the owl factor in her body, and her pupils have the ability to project the amount of light amplified onto the field of vision.

In this case, a distance of more than three hundred meters, Rentaro's super prosthetic eye will not play a role.

Tina replied, "Yes, someone is coming here." And there are more than one or two people. ”

A short time later, a hundred meters ahead, in the area illuminated by the campfire, as if to fulfill Tina's words, a vague figure appeared, and it seemed that it was walking towards it.

The line consisted of about 50 people, all of whom were Self-Defense Force soldiers in camouflage uniforms.

There was a clear atmosphere of relaxation among the policemen, and some of them wanted to comfort each other and left the team and ran towards them.

"Wait, there's weirdness!"

For some reason, Rentaro felt uneasy and hurriedly shouted, but it was too late.

Thinking with common sense, these people should have come to report the successful repulsion of the intestines.

But in that case, why send so many people?

It is enough to inform by radio, it is impossible to send them to convey orders.

Even if it were a herald, just one person, or two people, would be enough, and they didn't take any means of transportation.

It's so abnormal!

The figures of the group of people slowly grew larger in the field of vision, perhaps because of the injury, and the appearance of walking was not very regular.

Seeing this, one of the starters of Rentaro's neighboring team couldn't help but rush out.

It was a girl about eight years old.

As far as the starter is concerned, he is barely old enough to accept the battle, and the girl has wavy curly hair and looks gentle.

She ran to the wounded soldier, approaching from the bottom up to be concerned about the other's condition. But the girl's movements suddenly stopped.

At this time, Rentaro also saw something unusual.

The group dragged the intestines that flowed out of their abdomen as if nothing had happened.

They just walked to a distance where they could see their expressions clearly.

The group had bloodless faces, blue lips, and blood from their ruptured abdomen, staining their camouflage uniforms bright red. Half-open lips make noises of unknown significance.

There is no doubt that they have lost more blood than they have died.

Such a taboo and extremely familiar scene made Rentaro's whole body run through the cold.

Infected by the original enterovirus!

Rentaro rushed over at great speed, quickly pulled out his pistol and pulled the safety bolt, and shouted at the girl, "Run! Don't get close to that guy——!

The girl looked back with a crying expression, and the facilitator next to her was so frightened that she almost fainted.

Coldly, the part above his neck disappeared, and the next moment, the blood flew into the air like a geyser in an astonishing way.

The girl's legs were weak, and she cried directly.

The smell of disgusting blood hits.

On Rentaro's side, a basketball-sized object fell to the ground, and it was the head of the policeman.

"Damn it!