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

“Please follow me.” Craven walked forward first, saying, “My people suffered the greatest loss, simply because of Lindsay’s decision…”

"What's going on?" Lingyin asked.

"That grandson said that keeping quiet is the key to safety in operations in the contaminated area." Kraven kicked the garbage on the floor away.

"Originally they were issued the M7 SPEAR, but at Lindsay's request, they were replaced with the GURI M4A1. As a result, the M4A1 has a hard time causing damage to the ELID zombies here, so they can only use a large amount of ammunition to inflict damage."

"As a result, the drop zone was occupied by the zombie horde."

Craven looked through a telescope at the ruins and found that it should have been a quiet tourist park, a good place for residents to relax and unwind on weekdays.

But now, it has become a living hell.

Countless zombies poured into the park, naked, making terrifying roars, with foul-smelling saliva dripping from their mouths. They looked around and wandered among the boxes of supplies that they had not had time to take away, searching for any signs of the living.

Medicines, food, and shells for mortars were still there, which should have been precious resources for their survival.

And the next airdrop, God knows when it will come back.

If Lindsay reported the truth, it would definitely affect his promotion. Ian knew this very well. He worked at the headquarters and could hear Lindsay's communication with the rear every day.

There is not a single word here that has anything to do with supplies.

Evil is spreading.

Occasionally, the roar of zombies echoed in the silence, which was creepy. Those were the zombies wandering around, and they knew that the living were on the other side.

Their over-mutated bodies are reflected in the undulating water, making them look even more distorted.

Lingyin glanced at Raphael, turned around and leaned over the windowsill, looking at the warships of the Royal Norwegian Navy left at the berth.

These ships rotted quietly on the shore, waiting to die.

"Can we repair those warships?" she asked suddenly.

"Probably not. You are the only one among us who is from the navy." Kraven glanced at Raphael and said regretfully: "Those are antiques from the last century. They are powered by heavy oil boilers."

"That's it."

Chapter 184 Limited Preparation

Kraven looked at the warships rotting quietly at the dock with regret. If any of them could be reactivated, there would be hope of leaving.

Raphael was right. Every aspect of the operation of a heavy oil boiler requires a large number of full-time personnel.

For example, precise combustion control is of utmost importance. Operators must ensure that fuel and air are mixed in the optimal ratio in real time.

This not only maintains a stable combustion state, but also releases energy to the greatest extent possible.

They are unable to provide these professional personnel.

Kraven's boys were great and capable of anything, but when it came to piloting a warship, they were as helpless as little kids.

"These girls are so pitiful. Is it true that there are no men to do this kind of work?

Well, let them manage the office in the back, why do they have to come here?"

Craven listened to his subordinates' complaints without replying. Ian, who was taking a nap in a chair, also remained silent.

Why let such a thin, young girl run around under a hail of bullets?

Neither of them could answer this question.

"Go get some rest," Kraven said.

Once people come here, there is no possibility of leaving in the short term.

Kraven moved an armchair and sat down in the duty room on the stairwell.

A good person can move and do anything, but certain things can only be handled well by the right person.

Now, it is their turn.

Would he find it scary, Kraven asked himself?

He was scared before setting off, and scared before skydiving, but when he actually set foot here, he felt that it was nothing special.

"Want one?" Craven said to Ian.

"No, I can't smoke."

"Actually, I don't know how to do that either. But now I suddenly want to..."

"Try a cigar?"

"No, a cigarette will do."

Kraven took out the issued cigarette box, shook out a cigarette and put it to his lips, then took out another one and handed it to his friend beside him.

Craven watched Ian gnawing at the cigarette filter with his amateurish teeth.

He shielded the cigarette box from the wind and skillfully lit the lighter, first lighting Ian's cigarette and then lighting his own.

"What are you looking at?" Ian asked.

"I find it interesting, two amateurs who can't smoke."

Kraven took the first sip gently.

However, he did not let the breath go down into his lungs, but just swirled in his mouth.

"Smoking doesn't protect your lungs, it's such a waste."

"I'm not stupid."

Kraven grasped the filter with his hand, carefully observing the faint light that appeared when the sea breeze blew across the cigarette butt.

"Cough cough cough..."

Ian coughed, then like Craven, he held the cigarette in his hand.

He didn't understand why so many people were fascinated by this choking thing.

After a few minutes, the patrolling sentry came back.

It was now half light outside, and Ian stood up and walked into the darkness without saying anything more.

Back at the headquarters of the administrative center, Ian sat down at the table, took out a military notebook from its protective cover, and spread it out in front of him.

He had to write a report for the day—a report that would be copied to mission control in Iceland.

From Mission Command to JSOC, from JSOC to the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and from there to the President…

This results in a long list of reports that may be processed many times.

Near midnight, the president would be awakened by the news.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help laughing.

That night, things started to get quieter around the area where the investigation task force was stationed.

The reason for the silence was not because the ELID zombies were tired after a series of battles and stopped attacking. The only reason was that they could not find a direction to break through at the moment, so they chose to hibernate for the time being and wait for the next opportunity to eat.

They stopped, causing unrest in the dock camp.

The pain of having nothing to do was probably greater in their hearts than the pain of being alive and now facing death.

Over the past two days, a special, surrounded living condition has formed in the camp.

This kind of life gives the camp a quiet temperament, and sometimes its suddenness surprises the people trapped inside.

With the route blocked, Lindsay began to consider closing the forward base. However, the US military top brass took the opposite approach.

Instead of blaming Lindsay too much, they updated the order for the Enfield team, removing it from the original chain of command and transferring it to the ESG-1 Expeditionary Strike Group.

The Enfield squadron will serve as the expeditionary strike group's eyes ashore, directing the first two frigates of the FFG(X) program to conduct land strikes.

Although it was an expeditionary strike group, in fact, the fleet that crossed the Atlantic Ocean to the north consisted of only four ships.

Two Constellation-class frigates, one LHA amphibious assault ship "Bougainville" and a supply ship.

The amphibious assault ship's F-35B Lightning II fleet remained at the air base where its home port is located, and its vacancies were filled by the AH-1Z Viper fleet.

In addition to providing fire support for the expeditionary force, the two accompanying Constellation-class frigates are also responsible for performance acceptance testing.

In addition, both ships are masterpieces of Kaiser Shipyard in Oregon, and are the result of the Navy's first attempt to put autonomous humanoids into military industry for production.

When Lindsay saw the order, he felt extremely upset. The materials he had prepared before were in vain. Others warmly welcomed the expedition team's departure.

Raphael's precise mission is to assist the expeditionary fleet in destroying all ELID mutants.

So, on the day he received the order, Raphael led the humanoid team to the Rosencrantz Tower.

Obviously, this move is for larger-scale observation and marking.

Lindsay saw such a quick reaction and was furious at Raphael's withholding of information.

During several battles a week ago, Raphael did not submit any information and just stood by and watched.

But after leaving the task force's chain of command, the situation changed: standing by and watching suddenly disappeared, and Raphael and her team members each did their part.

On the way to the Rosenkrantz Tower, the humanoid team recorded the conditions of the streets intersecting with "Hakonsgaton" street - where there were obstacles that humans could not climb over and where the most zombies gathered.

The images recorded by the drone were synchronized to the fleet still on the way via satellite link. Without exception, the formation commander did not hesitate to praise it.

Bergen is a "new" world that they don't understand. Having such a highly mobile reconnaissance team to provide assistance will be of great help in future air strikes.

Then, Raphael and Asuka introduced the basic situation of the port camp and the enemy situation nearby to the officers and soldiers of the fleet.

In Raphael's opinion, there was actually nothing much to say about the enemy; they were all big guys with thick skin and tough flesh.

So she mentioned many times during the communication that "as long as the weapons operator sees it, he will understand."

Secondly, although she knew there was little hope, she still suggested that they could try to use the frigates left behind by the Royal Norwegian Navy in the port to provide stronger direct fire support for the port camp.

Chapter 185 Dirty and Despicable

The two Oslo-class frigates moored at the dock have been in service since the 20s.

These two ships were originally designed and built to replace the aging Slade-class and Nord-class frigates.

Initially, they mainly performed escort and anti-submarine warfare missions.

However, with the development of missile technology, although these ships have undergone certain improvements, as frigates with a displacement of only around 1000 tons, their upgrade potential is very limited.

As a warship designed in the 60s, the main problem facing the Oslo-class frigate is the mismatch between its original capabilities and modern maritime combat requirements.

Rafael was particularly concerned about the two dual-purpose 76mm guns on the two ships, which would definitely not be a problem for direct-fire missions.

More importantly, these two guns can directly attack the landing site of the waterside park, destroying both the supplies and the ELID mutants.

However, as Rafael expected, the fleet directly rejected the proposal to restart the old Norwegian warships.

First of all, the two ships had not been maintained for many years, and the condition of many key equipment and pipelines was difficult to assess.

Once you try to start the boiler, there is a high probability that there will be a series of problems such as steam leakage and even explosion.

The second is the problem of ammunition supply. Since the retirement of the Perry-class frigates, the Navy has mainly used 127mm shells.

The FFG (X) project originally planned to install a 57mm main gun. However, with the intervention of the Naval Equipment Command, it was finally forcibly replaced with the 127mm naval gun used by the Burke class on the grounds of ammunition commonality and refusal to open a new production line.

Even if there might be 76mm shells stored in a warehouse, it would be a waste of time to check the sealed ammunition depots now.

Instead of investing energy in repairing warships, it is better to identify more attack targets in advance.

It is not enough to just mark the target. The commander of the carrier-based aircraft wing sent the command code "1688", and Rafael needs to enter these four digits into the laser target indicator.

This equipment emits a specifically coded laser beam, and missiles launched from helicopters can capture the laser signal and accurately strike the illuminated target.

Each member of the humanoid team is an expert who knows exactly what is needed for each mission and what equipment is suitable for the team's division of labor.

"CODE: 1688, Set."

After Ringtone set up the coded instructions, he put the laser target designator back on the stand and gave a thumbs-up to the others who were busy sketching.

“What do we do next?” she asked.

"Be patient." Having said this, Raphael sat on the edge and looked down at the city.

Countless cracks and collapsed potholes lie across the road, as if they were scars inadvertently left by time on this land.

The sides of the road were filled with waste paper, rags, broken pieces of plastic, and corpses of people whose identities were unknown. A rotten smell filled the air with the wind, almost suffocating.

In addition to dust and desolation, there was also an indescribable sense of desolation flowing in the air. The wind blew through the empty streets, stirring up thick dust.