Eh? Do you also want to try the iron fist of the humanoid girl?

Raphael was standing in an unnamed building on the edge of the war zone, unaware of the conflict taking place in the office.

Even if she knew, she had no intention of changing anything.

Some people are just like this, they are born to dislike certain people.

If she had the chance, she would try to disguise it as an accident.

When the rangers arrived at the scene, they immediately engaged in battle. The number of zombies they faced was enough to make one's scalp tingle.

These are not the soft zombies in novels and games. The URGI M4A1 in their hands and the N4 in the hands of the two special forces teams appear here with a sense of Crouching Dragon and Phoenix.

Raphael estimated with his eyes that they would be facing nearly two companies of people.

These things are usually dormant, hiding in the hiding places they chose during their lifetime.

Now the shouts from the mouth, the explosions of grenades, the bombardment of mortars...

They all "came alive" and became extremely excited.

Some fell directly from the windows, some came out from the garbage dump, and some came in groups, stumbling from one roof to another.

Fortunately, the timely artillery bombardment killed most of the exposed ELID zombies, otherwise we would definitely have to pay a price to leave today.

The zombies' first attack was repelled, but half an hour later, they launched a second attack.

This time, a mutant who was both fat and tall came out, and he could reach the billboards hanging on the buildings on the street with his hand.

It walked in the front, and ordinary grenades and subsonic rifle bullets were not even enough to tickle it.

However, the giant ELID variant did not remain arrogant for long as two AT-4 anti-tank rockets fell straight onto it.

The hollow charge armor-piercing projectile with a copper-aluminum composite charge cap instantly formed a jet with ultra-high temperature under the high-pressure forging of the explosion and penetrated into the monster's body.

The defense that bullets could not penetrate was instantly ripped open by the rockets, and there were also numerous grooves created by high-speed shrapnel.

Raphael watched the Rangers' operations and nodded slightly.

The reaction is quite quick. The guy who is deployed to this place must be very capable.

But the colonel named Lindsay doesn't seem to be that smart.

Raphael stood in a corner where the sun didn't reach and watched, without any desire to help.

Lingyin stood in the indoor corridor, playing with a bright yellow bullet out of boredom.

No matter how fierce or lively the fight outside was, it could not affect her.

At about two o'clock in the afternoon, the mortar bombardment began again and lasted until three o'clock.

But after a long period of mortar bombardment, the gathered zombies and other mutant creatures launched another attack.

This time there was no artillery support.

They are unknowingly trapped in a negative cycle.

Because it is difficult for the weapons in hand to penetrate the enemy's body defense, more powerful artillery is needed.

The artillery will kill the enemies in front of it first, but the loud noise caused by the explosion will wake up more enemies.

If we continue to fight like this, I'm afraid all the ELID-infected mutants within a 5-kilometer radius centered on the port will wake up.

It was getting dark.

If she were the commander of this ranger unit, she should give orders decisively, use all the resources at hand to kill this wave of enemies, and then leave quickly.

This may not be the best option, but at least we can't do nothing.

Staying here until dark would be tantamount to committing suicide.

At this moment, screams came from the street below.

Casualties are inevitable. With the physique of adult male soldiers, it is difficult to compete with ELID zombies in terms of muscle strength.

Perhaps the Ranger commander reacted and immediately organized a counterattack. Now they could not care about anything else. They threw grenades and the technical soldiers gathered in groups to plant explosives.

At this point, just as he was giving the order to retreat and detonate the bomb, several more people were killed and injured.

As for him, due to the long-term mental tension and the sound of cannon fire, he did not initially notice that the sleeve of his shoulder was torn and there were two long cuts on his arm.

Before he could figure out when to take the time to treat his injuries, the wind and waves caused by the explosion of the explosives slammed him against the wall, so now he was angry, deaf, and in terrible pain all over his body.

In the end, he had to do what needed to be done almost mechanically before he and his men broke out of the encirclement.

The drop zone was finally declared captured at 22 p.m.

Raphael and her humanoid team watched the entire battle and chose not to join in the fight, even though she knew that this decision would make Lindsay even more angry.

Chapter 181: Silent Understanding

According to radio communications, after the two special forces teams withdrew from the battlefield, they learned that the Rangers who came to support them were stuck in a quagmire, so they immediately turned back.

Regardless of whether the superior's orders are reasonable or not, they will still be carried out.

For these executive roles alone, Raphael felt that they were worthy of admiration.

So, late at night when Lindsay’s energy was running low, she got two cases of uncontaminated craft beer.

"……That's it."

For the sake of beer, those who had wanted to pick a fight over the day's fight gave up the idea.

The problem is right in front of us. If we come to our senses and think calmly, we will be able to figure out what is going on. The AAR post-war reports of seven or eight years were not written in vain.

As with any man transferred from the reserves to become an operator, the consequences of making a mistake were as disastrous as everyone experienced during the day.

Obviously, the AAR report of this battle should be a problem with weapons and noise. We will know it during the battle. The intelligence of the advance team is indeed reliable.

About a hundred ELID infected people were killed in the operation, but the team suffered irreversible losses of 8 people and 21 people were injured.

"…Nothing went wrong, did it?" Raphael said.

"Got it," Captain Gail Craven stood up and said, "Thank you."

He was the Ranger commander, his left arm wrapped in a scary bandage.

As if he had guessed what was on his mind, Raphael reminded him, "Don't sleep too deeply. They will come because of the gun positions you set up in the administrative center building."

"Understood. What will you tell the CO if he asks?"

"Just report truthfully whenever he asks."

Kraven nodded and sat down. It was the first time in the day that he realized that the battle was not over at all.

Here, it's easy to start a fight, but the real challenge is how to end it.

Lindsay is a born idiot. If he didn't have a father who was an officer in the Army Department, he would never be promoted to colonel in his life.

If they really found clues about the explosion, it would probably help this bastard get promoted.

Craven took a sip of wine and immediately corrected his opinion. It would definitely be Lindsay's promotion capital.

Very late, a light drizzle began to fall from the sky again.

Raphael took advantage of the night and took the humanoid team for a walk outside. Only after they were soaked like drowned rats did they enter the dock through the passage guarded by sentry guards.

The sentry's attitude was very bad. It was only the first day and he was already a little neurotic.

I have to say hello to Lindsay when I get back, otherwise this bastard will write something nonsense in the telegram and mission log.

The lights were on in the headquarters room. She glanced at the folding bed in the corner—Lindsay was asleep.

"Captain, CO him..." The lieutenant on duty whispered. He was in a very difficult situation now - he dared not offend either side.

"Oh, this grandson is probably very tired, it's time to wake him up."

Raphael thought for a moment, and under the surprised but self-evident gazes of the other people in the command center, she walked over and kicked the metal frame of the camp bed.

"FUCK! Raphael, what the hell do you want to do!"

The sudden vibration scared the guy so much that he jumped up from the bed. Then he stood there in a panic, his face turning blue and then red.

Just as he was about to open his voice to continue scolding, Raphael interrupted and said, "There's trouble tonight, aren't you going to deal with it?"

At this moment, the radio in the command center started to make noise. In the drizzle outside, Raphael also heard the faint sound of gunfire under the rain.

The colonel's face turned from red to black.

Lindsay looked at the indifferent Raphael with the most vicious eyes, picked up the radio and began to understand the situation. Seriously speaking, he should thank this bastard.

During the day, he sent this small team belonging to the "navy" to rescue, but who knows what they were doing.

He read the AAR post-war report, which did not contain a single word about them. It only focused on the problems of ammunition and noise.

Raphael did not bother to tidy up his clothes, but sat down at the table facing Lindsay. The sergeant on duty next to him brought a cup of hot coffee and a small cake that came with the meal.

She finished the battle in a few moves, then bent over the map and fiddled with the ruler for a while.

"That's all for tonight. We just need to guard the two roads in the east and the pedestrian walkway from the north square." Raphael threw down the ruler.

The sergeant who brought her the midnight snack watched for a moment and replied in a low voice, "I'll arrange it right away. Do you need any additional firepower configuration?"

"The CCM MK3-SOC special warfare boat has an M240 general-purpose machine gun and an M2HB heavy machine gun at the rear, which can be removed to reinforce the sidewalk coming from the North Square.

Forget about the MK-19 grenade launcher, it can’t be used without the bracket if it’s disassembled.”

"What about the two roads to the east?"

"Pre-buried explosives, then manually detonated them. Second, gathered the troops' general-purpose machine guns and delayed as long as possible."

The sergeant responded, glanced at the colonel who was calling for support with a satellite phone, returned to his work station, turned on the radio and started setting up.

I have to say, the rain at night helped a lot.

The sound of rain largely masked the sound of gunfire, and the crashing sound of water droplets caused the ELID zombies to lose their pre-stored target information and location.

"Ian Gris, E-8" After hearing the news from below, the sergeant walked up to Raphael, saluted, and said, "It's a pleasure to work with you."

"It's a pleasure," Raphael said, standing up and shaking his hand. "Please take a seat. Thanks to the weather, we barely escaped today."

She took a closer look at Ian, the commanding sergeant of the investigation task force. He had thick hair, with a few tufts of slightly curly blond hair hanging down on his forehead.

His eyes were completely blue, which was rare, especially in men, but very beautiful indeed.

The rolled-up cuffs revealed a hideous scar, which must have been the reason why he withdrew from the front line and became a commander in the headquarters.

"CAG?"

"Yeah." Ian nodded and replied, "I used to be active in Iraq."

"I'm in South America, so it's hard to tell where I am."

"That's obvious, Columbia."

Raphael shrugged, refilled his coffee, and closed his eyes to rest.

Ian turned the map in front of him, privately called up the reports and information submitted earlier by the Enfield team on his military laptop, and began to mark the identified dangerous areas and safe areas.

Although the original information is no longer useful after this day, it still has reference value.

He glanced at Lindsay again inconspicuously, and in his heart he already began to curse JSOC and Delta Command for choosing such a bad person.

The advance team's information was very good, but they started to find faults from the beginning, and even made trouble for the military orders, trying to send the other party to a military court.

It took Ian no more than ten minutes to understand the whole situation without much explanation.

Mortar shells need to be saved. Although there is more rifle ammunition, it is limited by its inherent performance and must be used sparingly.

Chapter 182: Extravagant Hope (Revised)

Apart from necessary military supplies, the food for frontline troops has degenerated from hot meals to simple combat rations.

After more than ten hours of fighting, many people's uniforms were in tatters, and even the strongest parts were badly worn and stained with filth.

All these situations are familiar to anyone who has been on the front line.

Lindsay put down the report with a heavy heart and tried to free himself from the confusion, anger and anxiety in his usual way - smoking a cigar.

"Where's Raphael?" he asked Ian.

"She went to rest. She came back last night and was nervous with us for half the night." Ian picked up the phone. "Send someone to wake her up?"

"..." Lindsay thought about the feeling of being woken up by a kick in the early morning, and said with her neck stiff, "Forget it, she has nothing to do today."