Infinity, progressing from Arasaka

This is what Brad wants.

Using the periscope-style optical sight on the turret, he fine-tuned the parameters and aimed at the soft protective strap attached to the ammunition box behind the Talos Tyrant, feeding the ammunition belt.

Although the Talos Tyrant dodged quickly, the closed 7.62 ammunition belt was hit immediately, snapped, and even the bullets on it detonated, sparking a shower of sparks.

"Roar--!"

Talos's roar was particularly loud this time. The machine gun on his left shoulder was no longer aimed at the BSAA operators who were scattering and fleeing or at the corpses. Instead, the missile launcher on his right shoulder sent a missile with a trail of fire into the air.

"Jill, go save Chris!"

Seeing this, Brad accelerated and sped off into the alleyway of the village, saying rapidly, "We can't fight anymore. Who knows if that Umbrella lunatic has any other tricks up his sleeve? Let's retreat first, I'll try to lure him away!"

After speaking, Brad took a deep breath. Shrapnel and gravel flew and pounded against the vehicle. He felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest. The rapid-fire machine gun mounted on Talos's left arm was useless, but the machine gun and missiles were still coming at him.

But there's nothing to be afraid of. I won't run away and abandon my teammates like I did in the Arklay Mountains or Raccoon City, Brad thought to himself.

With eyes closed and heart steeled, I floored the accelerator.

I'm not good at fighting, but you guys aren't good at driving vehicles.

Brad Vickers may be the weakest fighter in STARS, and his mentality is also lacking, but in terms of skill, whether it's driving a car, a helicopter, or any other vehicle, he is the strongest!

An experienced driver, steady and reliable.

...

blood.

Warm human blood stained part of Chris's vision.

The dizziness of the spinning world, the suffocating feeling from the scorching air, the physical pain, and the shock-like exhaustion...

"Cough cough... ptooey, cough..."

Spitting out the foreign object from his mouth, Chris reached out his still-feeling hand and, with his last bit of strength, struggled to tear open the cracked goggles and mask, breathing in the dry, smoky, and foul air.

His eyelids felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and he couldn't open them. Half of his body was completely numb, and he could only squint at the sky where light snow was falling.

"Chris! Chris..."

His headset was broken, and he could only hear faint, indistinct sounds, including Jill's voice, other people's shouts, the roar of the bio-monster, and the sound of bullets flying everywhere... It was all very muffled, and Chris knew that his eardrums had been ruptured.

He's going to die...

The chill brought on by blood loss and hypothermia gradually crept into Chris's senses. In this eerie lull in the battlefield, he calmed down and recalled his performance in this operation.

Undoubtedly, he acted impulsively.

Perhaps he should have waited for the military technology support team to arrive before taking action together.

Over the years, the BSAA's biological and chemical defense and prevention missions have been very successful thanks to the support of the U.S. military's global bases and military technology. There have been setbacks and difficulties, but they have always been overcome. This time, he was prepared, but he still couldn't help but be careless due to his empiricism.

They were only thinking about investigating, and how fast they could eliminate Ankhabrella and stop the biological weapons trade as soon as possible to reduce the occurrence of new biological disasters and protect more innocent people, but they neglected their own safety and that of their comrades...

"Fuck, why haven't the military technology people arrived yet..."

Chris murmured as his stomach acid churned and he coughed up a lot of blood.

It doesn't matter if he dies, but he doesn't want Jill, Brad, Barry, or his BSAA colleagues to die with him.

"Jill, please don't do anything foolish..." Chris prayed, he really didn't want Jill to come to his rescue at this moment...

"Chris!"

A hoarse female voice, filled with worry, rang in my ears.

"You..." Chris was about to speak when he saw Jill suddenly appear beside him, but then he coughed up blood.

Jill rushed to Chris's broken right arm and mangled body. Looking at his horrific state, even a strong woman like her couldn't help but have tears well up in her eyes.

She first rinsed the bloody wound on Chris's right arm with saline spray, then took out a hemostatic foam spray with the military science logo from her first aid backpack and performed battlefield first aid and hemostasis on Chris.

"Damn it! Chris, don't sleep, look at me, don't sleep..."

The more they tried to save her, the more desperate Jill's face became.

Chris, you're badly injured.

Not to mention his severed right arm, half of his body was directly exposed to the flames of the explosion, resulting in severe burns. The flames licked at the cotton and synthetic fibers on his body. His lower leg was fractured, with shrapnel tearing off his flesh and exposing large tendons to the air.

Even after the hemostatic foam spray ran out, Jill was still unable to completely cover the bleeding wounds on Chris's body.

Sizzle...

"So, this is the end of it?"

It was Sergei Vladimir; his voice rang out again through the broadcasts that reached every village and town.

"To our friends from the BSAA who have traveled a long way, thank you for providing valuable combat data for 'Talos's' first battle. You can be proud of destroying and wounding one enemy at a time."

"As fellow soldiers, I believe you can understand the thrill of war and the joy of surviving fierce battles. But as an enemy commander out of respect for you, I will utterly annihilate you. None of you will escape."

As he spoke, the sharp-eyed Jill saw the door of the logistics warehouse in the center of the village open. Besides the infected villagers and workers, heavy footsteps thudded around him. Wearing a straitjacket and nearly nine feet tall, it was Tyrant!

There were also short, scrawny hunters covered in green lizard scales, insect monsters that looked like giant hairy spiders, and various unfamiliar BOWs.

The two BSAA agents who came over with a stretcher to help rescue Chris instantly understood what this meant, and their faces turned from pale to ashen.

In the village, the continuous roar of vehicle-mounted machine guns and cannons had ceased, replaced by the extremely ferocious roar of the Talos tyrant, accompanied by the deafening sounds of demolishing houses.

Brad has entangled the monster into the second phase.

Boom boom boom——

At least three Tyrants emerged from the logistics warehouse and began to move. With heavy steps, following their revived commands, they accelerated toward the BSAA in the middle of the road, charging forward like bulldozers and shoving away the wreckage of vehicles blocking their path.

The old problems remain unresolved, and new ones keep appearing. With the arrival of Tyrant and other BOWs and hordes of undead in the village battles, BSAA has now lost any chance of winning.

Someone has to cover the rear, otherwise we can't retreat.

"Take Chris and get out of here!"

“No, Jill…”

"You're ordered to retreat, so retreat!"

Jill turned her head, her eyes bloodshot, a resolute look flashing across her face. She picked up the rotary grenade launcher from the ground, grabbed the grenades scattered all over the ground, and walked towards the zombie horde led by BOW. Click, click, she loaded the grenades and strung them together.

At that moment, thud! The tyrant who had started first was less than thirty meters away from her. His heavy footsteps were like boulders rolling down, each one pounding on the ground beneath her feet, and the tremors seemed to be transmitted to her.

“Come on, you bastards of Umbrella.”

Jill pulled the pins off the cluster grenades made of three or four thermite grenades and high-explosive grenades strung together in her hand, and muttered to herself.

A single-armed windmill, swung out with force.

Rumble, rumble—!

Dazzling and dazzling.

The ground trembled violently, and a deafening thunderous roar shook the air. Jill was thrown back a few steps by the powerful shockwave of the explosion, instinctively holding her gun in one hand and shielding herself with the other. Her mind went blank as she stared at the scene before her.

The snow melted, and in the raging flames, Jill watched as the bloody corpses revealed their true forms, lying scattered in the middle of the intersection, the pieces still emitting a pinkish mist of blood and a strong smell of burning protein.

Dozens of unidentified BOWs and zombies were caught in the crossfire, and several humans were slammed against the wall by the impact, smashing to pieces and leaving a bloody mess.

Did I do this?

Jill's eyes widened.

buzzing-

Before anyone could react to the sudden shock, the roar of propellers and engines was already approaching from afar.

"This is Military Technology, MSF Force. Calling Mr. Chris Redfield, our unit has arrived. Commencing riot control. Keep clear and avoid close contact with BOW."

On the BSAA's public radio, accompanied by a report from a military technology communications officer, in the distance, beams of bright flames from air-to-ground guided missiles suddenly appeared, quickly locking onto BOW targets in the village before booming...

A series of loud bangs sent terrifying shockwaves rising from the small village in the Caucasus Mountains.

The blazing bright yellow flames engulfed the Talos Tyrant, who had entered the second stage and was kneeling like a wild beast. Amidst the flying hot metal, the mangled corpse crashed to the ground.

At this time, the military science mobile squadron's flight vehicle formation had entered the village and town.

Boom!

Searchlights were turned on, and large-caliber 20mm incendiary projectiles and miniature rockets began to sweep across the area. Amidst the flashes of fire, the machine gun plowed nearly 200 meters along the central axis from the edge of the village to the central logistics warehouse.

Vast areas of BOWs and zombies were destroyed, and corpses were set on fire.

"This is a high-speed helicopter. I didn't expect military technology to be developed so quickly..."

Brad drove his Hummer, which looked like it was half-wrecked, and parked it not far from Jill. He sped over and looked up at the formation of military aircraft hovering in the air.

Brad recognized the multi-purpose transport helicopters and attack helicopters in the formation, but several new helicopters without propellers, with flat shapes and large sizes, were outside his knowledge.

Then, bang! bang!

It was gunfire.

Semi-automatic. Large caliber.

A new, flat, rotorless helicopter hovered overhead. The side cabin opened, and military personnel opened fire. As the helicopter slowly descended, several figures dressed in white and green, carrying large and small bags, jumped directly from the aircraft.

"Where is the wounded... Target confirmed, Chris Redfield... Quick! Ascertain the customer's condition."

The group of military soldiers bearing the red Asclepius Staff insignia cautiously approached Jill and her group. Just as they were about to confirm their identities, they saw Chris being carried by two BSAA operators.

"TT-133 Prototype Trauma Team of Terrorist Mobile Unit is calling Control Center. The target is seriously injured and in critical condition. Our unit will immediately launch a rescue operation."

"Put him down, step back five steps, and make a safe distance for rescue."

Two military medical medics immediately took over the positions of the BSAA operatives.

One person operated specialized hemostatic forceps and muscle tissue suture devices, while another used scissors and saline spray to cut open Chris's clothing at the chest. After basic cleaning, they took out a newly launched pneumatic resuscitation device from the first aid kit and pressed it onto Chris's chest.

"Patient Chris Redfield's condition is critical but stable and manageable..."