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

The convoy stopped in front of the small building where the humanoid team was housed. After controlling the two directions of the block, the boys got out of the infantry fighting vehicles.

Seeing their young faces, Lingyin suddenly said to Raphael:

"To be honest, the ones fighting here are just kids!"

Raphael shook her head. She could only say, "This is the way the world is." She couldn't help these healthy-looking and smart young people.

We are just small fry, Raphael thought.

However, the commander of these young people, like most of the responsible old sergeants, is repeatedly teaching his subordinates the skills and details that need to be paid attention to on how to avoid casualties.

Occasionally, he would tell a heavy and bloody joke, describing the most dangerous situations one might encounter here, such as the final life-and-death moment when surrounded by zombies, how to prepare oneself mentally after being caught by monsters, and similar exciting things.

Chapter 193 Take It Calmly

Lingyin's words are really touching.

Raphael's idea is basically the same as the consensus of the humanoid team. They are all outsiders living in another world, but it has to be admitted that they are indeed different.

The reason why ordinary people are "ordinary people" is that they have to abide by secular conventions in everything they do, measure their personal achievements with universal values, and constrain their personal behavior by following rules.

If you want to be extraordinary in an ordinary world, you have to break free from these rules and regulations.

The biting cold wind blowing in the face makes people particularly sober.

Be an ordinary person, or do something extraordinary? This question will accompany most people throughout their lives.

Seeing the lieutenant coming towards him, Raphael put aside all distractions and returned to reality.

"Are you Captain Raphael?"

"Yes, it's me. Who are you?"

"Nice to meet you," the lieutenant said, straightening his back and saluting, "Lieutenant Jeff Felix reporting to you."

The convoy means the following perverted zombies, and also means a new battle.

The neighborhood, which had been silent for a long time, began to become lively again and turned into a pot of boiling water.

In a park about 1 km south of the building where the humanoid team was stationed, a group of about 40 zombies were walking north along the buildings on both sides of the street.

In the eyes of the birds, this group of monsters appeared suddenly, because the drones had never captured their traces before.

Raphael had no intention of hiding anything and told Lieutenant Felix the situation directly. The lieutenant looked at Raphael calmly and just said, "Please give the order."

"Do them quietly."

"receive."

Felix replied that although he did not know what the "quiet way" was, the little man in front of him knew Bergen best among them.

He chose to believe Raphael.

Felix graduated from a regular school and should know best how to fight ground combat.

"Get your men moving, check the status of their rifles and bullets, and we'll start the hunt quietly."

Raphael asked Felix to call his two squad leaders and senior sergeants for a meeting and tell them how to quietly deal with the ELID monsters.

Choose a suitable intersection and use the shape of the street intersection to set up cross-fire lines. Secondly, ensure the amount of ammunition for the shooters involved in the battle and require them to keep up with the troops' actions in a timely manner. Do not fight in pursuit of killing efficiency.

Her arrangement was simple and clear. She also set up a sniper team on an abandoned truck, and took advantage of the long ammunition chain and high accuracy of the XM5 light machine gun to set up a sniper position that could deliver continuous and accurate output.

If the situation is critical, the sniper can immediately transform into a machine gunner and provide fire support.

Although both of these guns are loud, they are still quieter than the Bushmaster cannon and the 105mm tank gun.

Even so, Raphael felt a little depressed when he saw Corporal Elton Wells holding his gun and looking around nervously as he walked.

Most of the people around him looked nervous, as if they were particularly afraid that a few zombies would suddenly appear and tear them to pieces.

Although this place is about ten kilometers away from the port forward base, the continuous "boom" sound of explosions is irritating the nerves of everyone in this troop.

Perhaps because of nervousness, Corporal Wells felt sweat all over his body as soon as he entered the combat position. He subconsciously wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand.

Just as he raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his face, a voice came from behind him asking, "What's the matter?"

Wells listened to the delicate voice, forced a smile and looked back.

"It's a bit hot. I think it would be nice to have some cold brew."

"Come on, the deployment here is over. You have plenty of time to enjoy some delicious cold brew coffee."

Luhui patted Wells' shoulder lightly, then took a step forward and sprinted. Using her speed and the momentum from the jump, she kicked the wall and jumped again, grabbing the supporting beam of the neon sign.

Wales was still struggling with the girl's arrogant tone, but was immediately stunned by her action of "flying" onto the supporting beam of the billboard.

Well, others are very capable and unreasonable.

He shut his mouth and walked quietly and steadily to the position assigned to him by the fire team leader - a protruding part of the decorative exterior wall of a street shop.

To be honest, these people are really unlucky.

Because the battalion commander never had good results when it came to relying on luck, when it came to choosing which troops to deploy first, unsurprisingly, they were the first group of troops to arrive at this damn place.

This alone is acceptable, after all, there will be rotations. In such a dangerous area, even with the help of anti-collapse radiation drugs, the deployment time of TF 1-41 is only two months.

Just stick with it, it's not difficult.

But problems still arose, not because the task force was lacking in combat effectiveness, but because the worst case of office politics occurred.

"Uh-oh——"

The sudden low roar made the dozen people present look over in tacit understanding. A dozen figures suddenly appeared on the street.

When the ELID zombies appeared, everyone on standby was stunned for a moment.

Lu Hui fired the first shot. Before the whistling sound of the flying bullet faded away, everyone heard the piercing scream of the bullet ricocheting off the steel plate.

But the ELID zombie only shook a little, and its forward speed did not slow down at all, as if it had not been attacked.

The zombie that was hit roared even louder, waved his hands excitedly, and moved two points faster.

What could be more interesting than spreading ELID wide-area collapse radiation? That's what it means to awaken, spread, and spread.

"Fire! Fire!"

After Felix confirmed that the monster had entered the efficient killing zone of the L-shaped crossfire formation, he yelled and pulled the trigger:

"Aim at their heads and fire!"

As clear orders were given, the two silent infantry squads immediately engaged in battle.

They were surprised to find that these monsters that caused great trouble to the forward base actually had such a fragile side.

It is said that these things are made of steel and iron, and it takes many hits to kill them. But here, without the support of heavy weapons such as tanks and artillery, the monsters fell completely at a speed visible to the naked eye.

What surprised them even more was that the battle did not trigger a chain reaction.

This is the most critical point.

"puff--"

The rifle shook slightly, and after the violently shaking scope stabilized, the ferocious ELID monster fell to the ground on the spot and never got up again.

Raphael stood in a room facing the road, rifle at the ready, quickly dealing with the zombies that had been badly beaten by the infantry downstairs.

The same is true for Lingyin and Fei Niao.

Simply put, the soldiers of the rapid reaction force carry out output, the humanoid squad searches for monsters on the killing line, and then delivers the final blow.

Chapter 194 Canned Herring

From the Soviet point of view, the affairs in Bergen cannot be delayed too long, and they have to leave this damn place as soon as possible.

The permanent population of this port city before the disaster was 32. Taking into account the rough calculation of the rapid death of those who were intolerant to ELID, there were probably close to 10 siliconized zombies.

Even if we deduct the population that migrated after the disaster, or even more radically deduct nearly half of that number, there are still tens of thousands of people who are reluctant to leave their homeland.

Killing so many people in one go? That's unrealistic.

Ivan Andreevich Sergeyev followed the crowd on the road, accompanied by armored vehicles and cars. He was extremely anxious, but the current situation prevented him from shouting out loud to reduce the awkwardness and uneasiness in his heart.

The awkwardness and uneasiness all came from the guys accompanying me. They were carrying M7 SPEAR combat rifles produced by SIG and carrying large bags of stuff on their backs...

It is a rare sight.

Outside, the new Soviet Union and the United States were at loggerheads; here, the two sides had to fight side by side. Sergeyev felt uncomfortable, but he could do nothing about it.

"Hey, are you okay?" The soldier who caught up with him touched his arm with his hand, handed him a water bottle and said, "You're welcome. It contains salt water."

"fine."

Sergeyev wiped his forehead. The physical exertion of fighting in the urban area was much greater than expected.

Just then, the roar of the Viper machine gun firing was heard in front.

Sergeyev and the American soldier beside him looked at each other, and they both took steps forward at the same time. Sergeyev habitually moved to the side of the road, and immediately smelled a suffocating smell of burnt asphalt.

A few seconds later, he looked carefully and saw that there was no one standing on the road. The shells fired by the M2A3 Bradley Fighting Vehicle smashed the junked cars and zombies in front of him into pieces.

Deformed iron pieces were scattered everywhere, and the zombies' bodies were riddled with holes. A gray head rolled towards Sergeyev along the road, as if it was going to roll to his feet.

A soldier holding a rifle kicked the thing when he saw it. The thing shook a few times and rolled to the drainage ditch beside the asphalt road, making a clanging metal sound.

The unbelievable fact is right before our eyes.

"Look, these two... their chests are rising and falling. Are they alive?"

Sergeyev looked over when he heard this. The person who spoke was the military doctor sent by the Red Navy. He remembered her name was Natasha Ivanovna Romanova.

She has dazzling blonde hair and bright green eyes. Her face is slightly chubby, but her cheekbones are high, and her every move reveals determination.

"He's still alive," a voice said.

Sergeyev walked over and saw them standing in front of two children about 15 years old. The child had a thin face and his eyes were full of despair after being woken up by being woken up. It was like a little jackdaw that was thrown directly from the nest onto the road.

"Who are you?" the boy who woke up first asked, "Where are you going?"

Sergeyev replied in Norwegian that they were leaving Bergen to investigate the disaster.

The two children looked at him in confusion, and one of them looked away. Sergeyev followed his gaze and saw several motionless humanoid figures in the ditch two hundred meters away.

Just then a mine-proof vehicle drove around it.

Natalie took the ballpoint pen and poked the boy's arm.

"Do you feel it?"

"..."

The boy was silent, turning his head away without answering. He knew these people would not save him, and that he was really beyond saving.

Natalie exhaled slowly, threw down her pen, and put on rubber gloves.

"Bear with it," she said.

Just like what Christina had done to Professor Taylor Leonard, a basic palpation examination. After the whole process, Natalie knew the root cause of the boy's despair - the ELID disease caused by the collapse radiation had entered the terminal stage.

Maybe he didn't know what ELID was, but he had definitely seen people turning into zombies.

After trying for more than ten minutes, Natalie did not change the future of the two little boys. Of course, they did not believe her.

Sergeyev took out the canned food from his bag and gave them some. The two children were very happy. There was herring meat in the can, and they ate it all without eating bread and water.

Natalie glanced at Sergeyev, stood up, pursed her lips, and walked around several times.

She really wanted to stop a mine-protected vehicle, but she couldn't really lift her hand.

Natalie thought of someone saying, "To patients, doctors are like gods," but she was not a god. If she were a god, she could cast a spell and take the two children back from the clutches of the disease.

She is not a god, and there is nothing she can do at this moment.

Natalie walked back and touched the boy's forehead. She didn't need a thermometer to know that the child had a high fever and his immune system was fighting with all its might.

Then she grabbed the boy's hand again, her pulse beating alarmingly fast.

Neither the U.S. military's task force nor the 100-member investigation team sent by the Red Navy had the ability to rescue terminally ill ELID patients.

A few minutes later, more than ten gunshots were heard from behind.