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At this point, the commander felt that the world was becoming more and more surreal. When did we start needing to determine the enemy's bite force? It was absurd.

“No, this is one of the only pieces of information,” the chief of staff confirmed. “However, the system’s analysis is that, in addition to these undead creatures called zombies, our enemies also include terrorist organizations that spread this virus and various ambitious individuals who have emerged due to the collapse of order.”

"Our initial task is to establish a stable and sustainable base on this planet that is in need of assistance, and to understand the main situation of the entire planet in order to prepare information for subsequent plans."

The commander nodded, glanced at the system's speculative report on the target civilization, and then blinked, "Why is it all speculation? Isn't there anything confirmed?"

"No, we need to wait for the pioneer testers to send us the confirmed information," the chief of staff said.

"Pioneer testers? We choose them ourselves? Why are you only telling us now?" The commander was a little confused because he didn't know much about it.

“No, the pioneer testers are Ouroboros personnel, these three.” The chief of staff said, pulling up photos of Vernon, Frank, and Rogers. “They will enter that civilization first, then set up a teleportation point for us and collect information. After the preliminary work is completed, we will go there. The estimated preparation time is one month.”

"When are they leaving?" The corps commander's eyes swept over the photos of Rogers and Frank. Two familiar faces.

"The day after tomorrow! So we only have one month to familiarize ourselves with the equipment and prepare for battle!" the chief of staff said, taking a deep breath.

The next day, the equipment for this operation had already arrived at the military training base. Because the mission was too rushed, the Clock Tower could only temporarily speed up the production of a batch of obsolete general-purpose equipment. This type of general-purpose equipment had long been discontinued due to the small number of people in the Clock Tower.

Although it's described as obsolete equipment, its technological level is still several levels higher than Earth's current technology.

The main defensive equipment - Nano Biochemical Suit 2.0 - is a full-body combat suit made of nanofibers, liquid armor, and magical energy elements. It provides the wearer with the same level of protection as multiple ceramic armor plates, while also offering a variety of special modes.

In Enhanced Mode, magical energy elements, through an array woven from nanofibers, draw upon the stored energy within the user or bio-suit, enhancing the wearer's muscle strength, instantaneous running speed, dynamic visual nerves, and perception and observation capabilities.

In armor mode, magical energy elements, through an array woven from nanofibers, draw upon the stored energy within the user or bio-suit, causing the liquid armor to transform into a non-Newtonian fluid. When attacked, the armor automatically adjusts its defensive mode based on the type of attack, achieving both physical and magical defense.

The shooting mode, originally the auxiliary spellcasting mode, was temporarily changed because there were no spellcasters among the soldiers. At the cost of consuming a small amount of energy, it provides users with functions such as dynamic locking, assisted shooting, and ballistic prediction. At the same time, it can intelligently judge the opponent's weaknesses and estimate the enemy's remaining health based on information collected from similar enemies in the past.

The main offensive weapon, the Magnetic Energy Shooting Gun, is a modified version of various automatic rifles. It has a built-in magnetic energy converter, high-energy stabilizing crystal, Hextech locator and guide, etc. It can fire solid projectiles, energy rays, and magnetic electric shocks. It can be charged by various energy sources such as electrical energy, internal force, magic power, and mana. It also has multiple modes.

Instantaneous firing mode releases all stored energy at once, with a maximum firing rate of over a thousand rounds per second, or uses all energy for a single energy blast.

In the cycle energy-saving mode, each shot draws energy from the surrounding environment, including heat and light, at the cost of reducing the rate of fire and thus reducing the energy consumed during firing.

In Sniper Penetration Mode, each attack will have effects such as armor penetration and magic penetration. If necessary, a cell dissolution magic circle can be used to reduce the defensive effects of enemies with extremely strong physical defense.

The auxiliary shooting mode includes ice shots to slow down enemies and corrosive shots to reduce recovery ability. When necessary, it can release healing rays to act as a temporary medic.

After receiving the equipment, the army commander was speechless. With this equipment, he could take on a 100,000-strong army group head-on without heavy weapons.

Moreover, based on his experience, the army commander judged that the outcome of that battle would be a great victory for them.

However, the corresponding problem is that it is quite difficult to use. After wearing it, all kinds of data are incomprehensible. All 10,000 people in the army will probably have to work overtime to learn how to use it.

Chapter 214 Vanguard Team, Set Off!

Inside the clock tower, Vernon and his two companions were making final preparations.

"Rogers, remember to keep your distance during this mission. No one can be sure how infectious the virus is there. Also, do not turn on the armor's internal air circulation until the initial virus tests are completed. We must prevent the possibility of airborne transmission of the virus."

Vernon reminded Rogers as he organized the equipment.

“No problem, Captain.” Rogers nodded. After S.H.I.E.L.D. disbanded, he had nowhere to go.

Just because he looks like Captain America, does he think he's Captain America? Rogers knew that was impossible, and he didn't have any other way to prove it. Fortunately, the super serum was still working, and after saving someone, Rogers successfully joined the Ouroboros organization.

After joining Ouroboros, some things that had no evidence were suddenly accepted by many people for no apparent reason, such as the fact that he was Captain America. However, Rogers also saw through the true colors of most people and ignored any attempts to win him over, except for some well-intentioned help.

The anti-communist war during World War II is Rogers' only proud achievement to date. Regardless of the current state of the United States, fighting against communism is undoubtedly the right and just cause.

However, it is very difficult to continue doing the right thing in this world. Different identities and experiences sometimes make the right thing elusive. Fortunately, saving a civilization on the verge of destruction is still the right thing to do at present.

“It’s great to have you join us,” Frank said, extending his hand to Rogers in a friendly manner.

"Thank you," Rogers replied. He had read some of his teammates' profiles, and the man in front of him could be considered a colleague.

“You’re welcome. When I was in the army, they always did propaganda there, encouraging everyone to learn from you, to be at the forefront, and to be fearless in the face of death,” Frank continued.

“Really?” Rogers said with a hint of pride.

"Of course, although disabled soldiers will never receive the treatment they are promised, let alone a decent job, they won't even receive full disability benefits." Frank suddenly began to talk about the reality of the world, "In addition, many wars are not like the just wars they describe, such as the Vietnam War and Afghanistan, which are completely different from your experience."

Rogers chuckled awkwardly; he didn't know what Frank meant by that.

"No need to misunderstand, and no need to pretend not to misunderstand." Frank adjusted his Holy Lance Ranger weapon and looked up at Rogers. "I just want to tell you, don't believe those politicians, absolutely not. Also, if there are any soldiers in this world you can trust, they are the Chinese soldiers, who are our teammates this time."

"Alright, Frank, that's enough," Vernon interrupted. He was also considering that Rogers was, after all, born in the United States and a famous soldier, and it wouldn't be good for him to say too much, even though most of it was indeed the truth.

“It’s alright, Captain,” Rogers suddenly said, then looked at Frank. “I understand what you’re saying, I understand it very well, especially when I found out that all my image rights and such were in the hands of a certain company.”

"However, even if I don't understand, it doesn't really matter. After all, I'm not the captain now, but a soldier. Soldiers only need to obey orders."

Frank looked at Rogers with surprise; these words didn't sound like something a World War II soldier would say.

Vernon nodded in satisfaction, then checked the time again. "Get ready, check all the equipment one last time, we're about to set off. This will be another amazing journey."

Frank: "Equipment check complete, everything is normal, Captain!"

Rogers: "Equipment check complete, everything normal, Captain!"

Rogers gave a report in the same manner as his teammates, and then followed them toward the shuttle pod.

Having experience and data makes all the difference; this shuttle cabin is more than twice the size of the first one. Unfortunately, the control room is still just a tiny bit big.

This time, there's something even more bulky: a positioning teleportation device. This thing is used to guide the creation of teleportation portals. It's a bit big and a bit rough, but it performed well in the short-term temporary test.

Shuttle pod ignition, multi-dimensional portal activated, target codename: Zombie Planet, proceed!

Meanwhile, on the zombie planet, in a small street in NC City, Nie Ying leaned weakly against the wall. He had been sending signals to the aliens for several days, but had not received a single reply. His hope was fading away with each passing day.

"Brother, I'm hungry." A little girl, covered in dirt and with her hair matted together, lay on the ground and said weakly to Nie Ying. She was probably only eight or nine years old, with a pale face and thin bones.

Nie Ying opened her mouth but couldn't speak. They had been without food for three days. Three days ago, each of them had only been given two ordinary biscuits. If this continued, they would really starve to death here.

After thinking for a long time, Nie Ying struggled to get up from the ground, picked up a crowbar from the side, and found the ordinary movement to be so difficult at this moment.

"You wait here, I'll be right back. Don't open the door for anyone except me, understand?" Nie Ying said as she walked step by step toward the door.

"Brother, don't go, I'm not hungry." The younger sister reached out and grabbed Nie Ying's dirty trouser leg, her eyes flickering. Her father had said he would be right back, but he never returned.

"It's okay, trust me. You wait here, I'll go find some food. The aliens will come to rescue us soon," Nie Ying kept encouraging her.

The streets outside were desolate and deserted. Nie Ying's target was a small convenience store a few dozen meters away from her house. Although several groups of people had already been there, there might still be something left.

After observing carefully for several minutes, Nie Ying tiptoed towards the other side. Everything went smoothly, surprisingly smoothly. Although there were no well-packaged goods left in the convenience store, Nie Ying found several bags of crushed Want Want rice crackers. Some of the packaging was broken, but at least they could still be eaten.

After searching for another two minutes, in addition to the rice cakes, Nie Ying also found a half-open bottle of purified water, indicating that they had been without water for some time.

After tucking the items into his shirt, Nie Ying prepared to leave, but he had a feeling that something was amiss.

The moment he stepped outside, he knew something was wrong. No wonder there were no wandering zombies here; it turned out that a zombie dog had taken over the area.

Dropping the crowbar, Nie Ying grabbed the hard-won food and water and ran, with the zombie dogs in pursuit.

If this were when they were well-fed and watered, with her athletic physique as a sports student, Nie Ying might have been able to compete with the zombie dogs in terms of speed, but that's impossible now.

As the adrenaline quickly subsided, Nie Ying immediately felt her speed slow down, and the zombie dogs behind her were getting closer and closer.

At that moment, he gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and forcefully shook his clothes, throwing the food and water downstairs.

My sister is starving, she might come down to see if there's anything to eat. The closer she is, the better her chances of getting anything, and she won't get it dirty from the zombie dogs.

With this thought in mind, Nie Ying fell to the ground, her eyes fixed on the half-full bottle of water, until she saw that it hadn't spilled after hitting the ground, and then she lay down contentedly.

Chapter 215 Don't worry, because we're here!

Even though she was lying down, when the zombie dog actually pounced on her, Nie Ying instinctively raised her right hand, and then with a snap, a large chunk of flesh on her arm was torn off.

Before he could even howl, the zombie dog's second attack came. As the bloody maw drew closer and closer, Nie Ying was filled with despair. Just then, a silver bullet whizzed past his eyes, and the zombie dog's head exploded, leaving Nie Ying's face covered in blood.

Using the crimson light as a guide, Nie Ying looked up and saw a rapidly descending figure radiating a metallic sheen. The crimson light and the reflected silver light converged, making it seem as if an angel had descended from the steel city.

After Frank landed, he kicked the still convulsing zombie dog corpse away with a swing of his leg. At the same time, he lifted Nie Ying off the ground with one hand and then inserted an injection into his shoulder.

“Vernon, there are infected people here!” Frank shouted.

Nie Ying was startled, and then a cold sweat broke out on her head. Infected people, those who were given this title, were to be shot in the head and executed. In the end, she could not escape it.

As Nie Ying closed her eyes to await judgment, she felt her arm being lifted up, followed by a sharp pain that shot from the wound into her brain.

"Can you handle the pain? To ensure the best results, I can't give you anesthesia. If you can't handle it, just say so, and I'll give you physical anesthesia." Vernon's voice reached Nie Ying's ears.

Nie Ying gritted his teeth, opened his eyes, and found a bunch of white, fungal-like lines on his arm. To put it in a disgusting way, it looked like athlete's foot had flared up on his hand. At the same time, he saw the ends of the fungus that had pierced into the muscle wriggling little by little, as if they were pulling something out of his body.

Vernon waved his hand in front of Nie Ying's eyes twice. "Can you see me? Can you understand what I'm saying?"

Nie Ying nodded and lowered her voice, "Are you People's Liberation Army soldiers?"

"Why do you ask that?" Vernon saw that Nie Ying's mind seemed to be normal, so he inserted a finger-sized object into his somewhat rotten muscle. Inside was a magic model of purification, which should theoretically have a good effect on viruses, but he couldn't be sure without trying it.

“Only the People’s Liberation Army would be capable of not abandoning even someone like me who is infected,” Nie Ying continued.

“Well, although we’re not, don’t worry, you definitely won’t die,” Vernon said with a smile.

If Nie Ying had turned into a zombie before they arrived, they might not have been able to save her. But since she had only just been infected, things were much easier. Druids aren't priests, but their healing abilities are not to be underestimated.

With a dedicated druid to care for him, it would be difficult for Nie Ying to die from this kind of injury.

"Oh right! My sister, my sister is at home!" Nie Ying said, pointing to a room in the building next door.

“I understand, Frank. Go take a look and see if it can be used as a base. Rogers, get ready to set up the position with me,” Vernon said quickly.

Immediately afterwards, Nie Ying saw the angel, who was completely encased in armor, jump towards his house. Just when he thought the angel was about to break through the wall, Frank disappeared from his sight and entered the house with a phase shift.

Meanwhile, the person who had been standing guard nearby, holding a small round shield, also came over.

"Look at this. If it goes from green to yellow, tell us immediately." Vernon handed Nie Ying a small screen, which was a vital signs monitoring device connected to some equipment on Nie Ying's arm.

Nie Ying nodded to indicate that he understood. Vernon patted him on the shoulder and said, "Go on, go home first, don't stay outside."

Nie Ying nodded again and, as Vernon had instructed, carried the monitor and walked home with her arms slightly raised. When she was about ten meters from her front door, she carefully squatted down and picked up the rice crackers and bottled water that she had just thrown out.

Back home, Nie Ying unlocked the door and saw her younger sister being held in Frank's arms, her fists pounding on Frank's helmet. It was only because the helmet was both soft and hard that her little fists would have bled.

Frank breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Nie Ying come in. He put his sister down on the ground. This little girl didn't trust anyone but her brother. He didn't know if it was because she was well-educated or because she was too well-educated.

The younger sister stumbled to Nie Ying's side, looking at Nie Ying's arm with a worried expression.

Nie Ying smiled and put down the rice crackers and bottled water from her pocket. "Brother is fine. Brother found you something to eat. Have some first."

The younger sister was still worried about her brother's injury, but the temptation of the food was too great. She swallowed hard, then carefully tore open the packaging a little bit, and nibbled the broken rice crackers into her mouth one small bite at a time, a happy smile spreading across her face.

Nie Ying walked towards Frank, and his younger sister quickly followed behind her brother.