Infinity, progress from Arasaka

Boom!

Da da da da da—

"Boom——" and "Boom——" The sounds of RPG, grenade and missile explosions were endless. A wall where Taros Tyrant was collapsed was shaken and collapsed, and Taros Tyrant was swallowed by the rubble.

"..."

silence.

Those present are all veteran BSAA operators, and they are well aware of BOW's nature, the second stage.

Click. Taking out a new thermite rocket launcher and setting it to fire, Chris aimed at the protruding pile of stones, "Roar!" Just as the bricks flew out like shotgun shells, the squirming thick tentacles broke through the dark blue skin mercilessly, and the BOW, which had lost its outer armor and weapons, broke free.

Chris pulled the trigger.

tumultuous!

The hits were accurate, and the flesh of the dark blue monsters burst like bubbles or exploded like overripe fruit. A blood mist filled the air.

It was not until dozens of shots were fired and several thermite grenades were thrown to completely ignite the rotten flesh on the ground that Chris finally breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Jill, who was covered in dust beside him, and just as he was about to speak, his eyes widened in surprise.

Because he saw that from the gap in the building that this Taros Tyrant had knocked open, another brand new Taros Tyrant stepped out with a "boom", its body leaning forward, and the rocket launcher on its back and the 20MM machine gun mounted on the left shoulder turret roared!

"Be careful!" Chris pushed Jill away with force.

Pfft!

Flesh and blood splattered.

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Chapter 071 Support Team ×, Military Technology Terrorist Mobile Team and Trauma Team?!

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Jill was thrown hard and fell on the ground covered with dirty snow. She lay on her back with her eyes wide open. Her pupils suddenly contracted and she looked at her comrade-in-arms with disbelief, with whom she had shared hardships for many years.

The next moment, machine guns roared and rocket launchers blasted out hot flames.

The hull of the vehicle that served as a shelter exploded, and the explosives wrapped in the 70MM rocket exploded with brilliant flames. Chris's strong body, who was standing close to the vehicle, was blown away by the heat wave in the explosion.

Something was dismembered and blood was gushing out.

The broken arm, still holding the Military Science Disintegrator shotgun, spun feebly a few times amid the sparks that exploded in the air before falling to the ground.

"Chris!"

Jill screamed and rolled over, her lips tightly clenched around the weapon in her hand, her fingers trembling with anger.

"Damn it! Don't die, Chris, please don't die..." She tried her best to control her emotions, firing in a venting manner while retreating to the edge of the room to find cover, and at the same time pulling away the BSAA teammate who was knocked down by shrapnel next to her.

Jill's peripheral vision was fixed on the area covered by smoke.

Of course she was very angry and sad, and she wanted to save Chris right away, but at the same time she was also very clear that there was no cover, and rushing up to rescue Chris at this time would be seeking death.

We must first divert the attention of that damn BOW named Taros!

"Brad, fire!"

“Move away, be careful!” She did not lose her mind and let them charge without caring about the lives of other comrades. Instead, she made a relatively reasonable judgment, pressed the headset and shouted: “Barry?! If the old bastard is still alive, just let him know! Everyone else, spread out and cover me!”

Bullets hit the front armor of the Taros Tyrant with a clanging sound. Under the hail of bullets, it dropped the rocket launcher that had been used up at one time, and the 20MM machine gun and missile launcher on its left shoulder spewed flames again.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Instantly, the shrapnel shattered the windshield of a modified Hummer, passed through the BSAA operator in the driver's seat, and hit the back seat of the car. The ammunition box exploded, followed by blood and scorching air waves that spread to every corner.

Click-

In the modified Hummer equipped with a Military Science Type 1 heavy machine gun automatic turret, Brad slammed the steering wheel to steer the vehicle into an alley, avoiding the incoming tracking missiles, boom!

Bricks, broken tiles, clotheslines and other miscellaneous things fell down and hit the hood and top of the car with a loud bang.

Brad stepped on the accelerator and rushed forward. Then he drifted to an alley at the intersection of a village and looked at Talos, who was carrying a box of ammunition and moving forward about a hundred meters away. He immediately aimed at its lower body knees and pressed a button.

Da da da da da da——

The intermittent laser bullets seemed to glow, and like freshly-made steel bars, they kept whipping Taros's lower body. "Roar!" After his armor was penetrated and he was hit by several bullets, Taros staggered in pain in the direction of Brad and growled, raising his deformed left arm to protect his slender and weak lower limbs.

This is what Brad wanted.

With the help of the periscope optical sight on the turret, he fine-tuned the parameters and aimed at the soft belt attached to the ammunition belt box behind the Taros Tyrant.

Although Taros Tyrant dodged quickly, the closed 7.62 ammunition supply chain was hit and broken at the first moment, and even the bullets on it exploded and sparks flew.

"Roar--!"

Talos' roar was particularly loud this time. He stopped aiming the machine gun on his left shoulder at the fleeing BSAA operators and the corpses. Instead, the missile launcher on his right shoulder fired with a loud bang, and a missile with a trail in its wake flew into the air.

"Jill, go save Chris!"

Seeing this, Brad accelerated and rushed towards the alley in the village. He said very quickly: "We can't fight anymore. Who knows if that Umbrella lunatic has any tricks up his sleeve? Let's retreat first. I'll find a way to lure it away!"

After saying that, Brad took a deep breath. Shrapnel and gravel flew and hit the car body. He felt that his heart was about to jump out. The rapid-fire machine gun on Talos' left arm was useless, but the machine gun and missiles were all fired 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 and Raccoon City, Brad muttered in his heart.

He closed his eyes, made up his mind, and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

I'm not good at fighting, but you are not good at driving a vehicle.

He, Brad Vickers, may be the worst in combat among STARS, and his mentality is not good either, but in terms of skills, whether driving a car, a helicopter, or other vehicles, he is the best!

Experienced driver, steady.

...

blood.

Warm human blood infected part of Chris's vision.

The dizziness of the world spinning around, the suffocation caused by the scorching air, the pain in the body, and the exhaustion from the shock...

"Ahem...Pah, cough..."

After spitting out the foreign object in his mouth, Chris stretched out his still-feeling hand and, using his last bit of strength, struggled to tear off the cracked goggles and mask, breathing in the dry, turbid air filled with the smell of gunpowder.

His eyelids felt 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 and look up at the sky where light snow was falling.

"Chris! Chris..."

The headset was broken, and he could only hear some vague sounds, not sure if it was from Jill, and the shouting of everyone, as well as the roar of the biochemical monster and the sound of bullets flying... It was very blurry, and Chris knew that his eardrum was broken.

He is going to die...

The chill brought by blood loss and hypothermia gradually attacked Chris's senses. In this strange leisure time on the battlefield, he calmed down and recalled his performance in this operation.

Undoubtedly, he was impulsive.

Perhaps he should wait until the military technology support team arrived before taking action together.

Over the years, the BSAA's biological and chemical defense and prevention missions have been very smooth because of the support of the US military's global presence 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 being careless due to empiricism.

He only thought about the investigation, faster and faster. The faster he eradicated Ambrera and stopped the trade in biological weapons, the less new biological disasters would occur and the more innocent people would be protected. However, he ignored the safety of himself and his comrades...

"Fuck, why haven't the Militech guys come yet..."

Chris murmured as his stomach acid churned and a large amount of blood came out of the corner of his mouth.

It didn't matter if he died, but he didn't want Jill, Brad, Barry, or his colleagues at the BSAA to die with him.

"Jill, please don't do anything stupid..." Chris prayed. He really didn't want Jill to come and save him...

"Chris!"

A hoarse female voice filled with worry sounded in my ears.

"You..." Chris was about to speak when he saw Jill, who had appeared beside him at some point, "cough..." His blood rushed up and he started coughing up blood.

Jill rushed to the stump of Chris's body with his right arm broken. Looking at the tragic state of his body, even a tough girl like her couldn't help but have tears in her eyes.

She first used saline spray to rinse the bloody area on Chris's right arm, then took out the hemostatic foam spray with the military science logo from the 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 emergency treatment she gave, the more despair appeared on Jill's face.

Chris, you're badly injured.

Not to mention his broken right arm, half of his body was exposed to the flames of the explosion, suffering severe burns. The flames licked the cotton wool and synthetic fibers on his body. His calf was fractured, his flesh was torn off by shrapnel, and some of his tendons were directly exposed and bulging in the air.

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

Sizzle...

"Does that seem to be the end?"

It was Sergei Vladimir, his voice ringing again through the radios that were broadcast throughout the towns and villages.

"Thank you all, BSAA friends, for coming from afar and providing valuable combat data for the first battle of Talos. You have enough to be proud of for destroying one and injuring one."

"As fellow soldiers, I believe you understand the thrill of war and the joy of surviving a fierce battle. But as a hostile commander, I will utterly strangle you to death. None of you will escape."

As he spoke, Jill saw the door of the logistics warehouse in the center of the village open. In addition to the infected villagers and workers, there was a heavy footsteps. Wearing a tight coat, he was nearly 9 feet tall. It was the tyrant!

There are also short hunters covered with green lizard scales, insect monsters that look like oversized hairy spiders, and various unfamiliar BOWs.

The two BSAA operators who came over with a stretcher to help rescue Chris instantly understood what this meant and their faces turned from blue to white.

In the village, the continuous roar of vehicle-mounted machine guns and cannons had stopped, replaced by the extremely brutal roar of the Taros tyrant, and the sound of demolition-like noises accompanied by the noise of houses being demolished by huge force.

Brad has entangled the monster into the second stage.

Boom boom boom——

At least three tyrants that came out of the logistics warehouse started moving. With heavy steps, they followed the instructions after being revived and began to speed up towards the BSAA in the middle of the road. They charged forward like bulldozers and overturned the wreckage of vehicles that blocked the road.

The old problem has not been solved, and a new one has come. With the entry of BOWs such as the Tyrant and the zombies, the village battle situation has deteriorated and BSAA has now lost the possibility of winning.

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

"Take Chris away!"

"No, Jill..."

"Retreat when I tell you to!"

Jill turned his head, his eyes filled with bloodshot and a look of determination flashed across his face. He picked up the revolver grenade launcher on the ground, grabbed the grenades scattered on the ground, and walked towards the zombie tide led by BOW. Click, click, the grenades were loaded and the scattered grenades were connected in series.

At this moment, thump thump! The tyrant who started first was less than thirty meters away from her. The heavy footsteps were like a huge rock rolling down, hitting the road surface under his feet again and again, and the vibration seemed to be transmitted to her.

"Come on, you Umbrella bastard."

Jill pulled off the ring of the cluster grenade in his hand, which was made up of three or four thermite grenades and high-explosive grenades, and whispered to himself.

Do a single-arm windmill and swing it out with force.

Rumble, rumble—!

Dazzling and dazzling.

The ground shook violently and the thunderous roar was deafening. Jill was also staggered by the strong shock wave of the explosion and took a few steps back. She held the gun in one hand and subconsciously blocked it in front of her with the other hand. She looked at the scene in front of her with a blank mind.

The dirty snow melted, and in the burning flames, Jill watched the bloody corpses reveal their true form, leaving only a few scattered pieces lying in the middle of the intersection. The body parts were still emitting pink blood mist and a strong smell of burnt protein.

Dozens of BOWs and zombies of unknown models were affected, and several humans were knocked against the wall by the impact, smashing into pieces and leaving a bloody mess.

Did I do this?

Jill's eyes widened.

buzzing-

Before everyone could react to the sudden shock, the whistling propellers and roar of the engines were already approaching from afar.

"This is Militech, MSF, calling Mr. Chris Redfield. Our unit has arrived. Beginning riot control mission, please avoid and disengage from close contact with BOW."

On the BSAA public radio, accompanied by the broadcast from the military technology communicator, in the distance, beams of bright air-to-ground guided missiles appeared, quickly locking onto the BOW target in the village, boom boom boom...

A series of loud noises caused a terrible gust of air to rise in the small Caucasus snow mountain village.

The blazing bright yellow flames engulfed the Talos Tyrant, who had entered the second stage and was kneeling like a wild beast. The mutilated corpse fell to the ground with a loud bang as the hot metal flowed around.

At this time, the military science team's mobile team's flying vehicle formation had entered the villages and towns.