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

There were several mangled bodies on the road where the automatic turret was pointing. The nearest body was obvious even from a distance - half of her head was blown to pieces.

Next to her was a shotgun, Remington's classic M870 shotgun, with its polished walnut foregrip and buttstock standing out against the snow.

This thing should be a licensed product for the police, but it doesn't seem to be of any help to its owner...

"We're in trouble. That's the automatic turret that the Homeland Security Bureau equipped for the New York agents' forward base. How did it get into their hands?" Cecilia put down the telescope, shrank from the window, and used all four limbs to quickly crawl out of the room facing the street.

She is not the super female robot in the Terminator movie. No infantryman wants to experience the power of the 30mm MK44 Bushmaster chain gun.

This thing is particularly suitable for anti-personnel, anti-light armor, anti-obstacles and bunkers, and destroying small missions.

Anyway, within 1000 meters, basic shells can penetrate 20 mm armor, so it is not difficult for it to penetrate thin brick walls.

The two autonomous turrets are arranged in a staggered manner, front and back, high and low, basically covering a distance of 500 meters in front of the firing range. If there is a human operator behind the scenes, it is believed that with the matching optical lens and fire control computer, it can cover a distance of 2000 meters in front of the firing range.

A head-on confrontation is definitely the worst option, and they are not here to die.

5人挑战800人可不现实，游骑兵一个营有57名军官和744名士兵，即便幸存者军队在12月和1月的战斗中承受了伤亡，但剩下来的人也足以压垮百眼巨人小队和拉斐尔了。

It has to be said that Lieutenant Colonel Charles Bliss is very capable. He can unite hundreds of people under his banner and still maintain a tough style of enforcing orders. His personal ability and prestige are indeed terrifying.

Moreover, feeding these hundreds of people is no small matter. The survivors also provided shelter to a large number of refugees, and the fact that no riots broke out was enough to prove his skill.

"...it seems that direct contact is impossible," Raphael replied.

"Then find their patrol."

"Good idea," said Alki. "Let's go back."

But Raphael only walked back for a short while, and after half a kilometer, six soldiers in snow camouflage uniforms stopped her.

The leader had a fierce look on his face, with an M4A1 with a CQBR indoor close combat receiver slung across his chest. Soldiers on either side of him held the same M4A1, ready to shoot.

"Stop! Who is it?" the sergeant shouted at the top of his voice.

He did not rush to open fire. The woman standing opposite him showed no obvious desire to fight. Perhaps she was an SHD agent who could not bear it anymore and came to surrender.

Raphael responded that she was a naval officer stranded in New York, looking for her people, and that she needed help.

"Are you alone?"

Raphael said, there was indeed only one person. But she didn't know why. She didn't know why, she seemed to have done something wrong. The leading soldier seemed to be getting more and more angry.

"You said you were from the navy, but why are you holding the XM5 that the army has just started to replace? You ugly liar!"

These two sentences "angered" Raphael. She flew into a rage, cracked the radio channel of the survivors' army, reported her officer ID number directly, and then informed Lieutenant Colonel Charles Bliss.

"Hey, Captain," the Ranger standing in the back took out a phone and handed it to Sergeant Newman Lawrence, "The Lieutenant Colonel is on the line."

Lawrence fell silent, and when he took the phone, the fat on his face twitched viciously.

"...Yes, I came here on my own initiative...I see."

He put down the phone, and when he turned to face Raphael, the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched twice.

"Go 100 meters ahead and there's a subway station. Go straight to the innermost part!" He said to Raphael with a gloomy face, as if to emphasize that he had done nothing wrong - I was just following orders and not letting anyone with a gun go.

"Barnard!" he shouted to the team behind him, "Take her to see the lieutenant colonel!"

The soldier named Barnard ran over, and Lawrence waved his hand and said to the others, "Go!"

After parting with the patrol team of the survivors, Raphael and the soldier named "Barnard" walked one after the other. The soles of their shoes pressed the weight of their bodies on the snowy ground, making a sound of collapse wherever they passed.

She noticed that the survivors' army had deployed a number of troops on both sides of the road. The most lethal were probably the two M2HB heavy machine guns positioned at high altitudes, with their muzzles pointed at the road that stretched for about 300 meters without a bend.

This arrangement was ruthless enough, even more terrifying than the two Viper machine gun positions on the other side of the main street. As long as they had enough ammunition, they could completely block the entire street.

Two soldiers were sitting with their legs stretched out next to the machine gun position. Next to them were a pile of grenades and ammunition boxes, as well as sandbags filled with soil from the green belt.

After passing the outer checkpoint of the survivor army, Raphael walked into the subway station under the sharp gazes of others. On the open space inside were boxes of ammunition and neatly arranged assault rifles. Two officers were holding notebooks and sorting out the number of equipment.

Next to it was a communication radio that had been removed from the car. An officer was giving orders intermittently, asking the patrol team to rush to the battle site.

There was also an officer wearing an ACH helmet sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding a connected phone in his hand and repeatedly saying into the microphone:

"Please answer, please answer, please answer..."

The communication conditions in the dark zone are indeed very bad. In a situation like this where you repeatedly call, you either leave the maximum communication range or fail in the mission.

"Damn it," he dropped the microphone, stood up and asked Bernard next to Raphael, "Who is she?"

Without waiting for Bernard to answer, the man squinted his eyes and stared at the person in front of him, and said:

"I am the captain of Company B. Who are you?" He stitched all the words together, compressed them into one sentence, and asked incoherently.

Although he claimed to be the captain of Company B, he did not look like a company commander at all.

He was a burly man wearing a dirty camouflage uniform with a hole on his waist. His left hand was wrapped in bandages from wrist to fingers with black blood clots on them. On his chest hung an M4A1 with a CQBR indoor close-combat receiver.

He hadn't shaved for a long time, and his face was dark with fatigue. His eyes were frighteningly red, as if they were on fire.

"I am..." Bernard was the first to speak, but his outfit was enough to tell who he was.

"Your situation has been clarified. Please go to the side and wait," the captain interrupted him with a wave of his hand, "Your captain sent you here, right?"

Bernard nodded.

"Show me your ID!" The company commander took a step towards Raphael.

"Please show me your ID too!" Raphael took the officer's ID in his hand and explained the whole story of why he was stranded in New York.

"I am at my unit's station and have no obligation to show my ID."

After reading it, he returned the certificate to Raphael. His tone and attitude had obviously changed, but he still snorted, "Even if everything is as you said, why didn't you contact us earlier?"

Chapter 74 Take It Calmly

After the patrol asked similar questions on the highway, Raphael explained once that it was an accident.

She never tired of describing how she was stranded in the city that never sleeps, how she got the equipment, how she came to Midtown to save people and survive, but was blocked there again.

However, what surprised him was that the company commander did not seem to think that what had happened was a misunderstanding at all.

On the contrary, he had this in mind:

"The question is, how did you survive? Scavenging like a scavenger?... Nonsense! Ordinary naval officers don't receive urban survival training!"

After the company commander finished speaking, he felt relieved. He waved to the stunned soldier and said calmly, "Follow me later, we will fight together! I will arrange for someone to take this coward to meet the lieutenant colonel."

"But..." Bernard looked at the rough stitches and dark red marks on Raphael's calf and stammered, "She was injured in the leg."

"Are you injured?" the company commander asked back, with suspicion in his eyes. He wanted Raphael to take off his clothes so that he could see the wound.

"It's been treated, it's a minor injury." Raphael replied.

The company commander looked at Raphael in surprise, and then wanted to say something, but a faint call sounded on the phone, and he picked up the phone.

"Yes, Captain! One team has been sent out along the old route, and the second team is ready. Where are they going? I'll write it down right away."

He reached into his clothes and took out a map folded into four from his arms. After searching for a long time, he found a point and made a clear mark with his fingernails.

"Yes, ready."

Raphael knew that he was talking about the machine gun positions on the road that had extremely high killing efficiency.

"Just in case, we have prepared a large number of M67 grenades. We will not let them go!"

The company commander fell silent and listened for a full minute with a happy expression on his face.

"Yes, Colonel," he said at last. "I quite understand. We have just the right place..."

He wanted to say something, but the other end of the line obviously cut him off. "Yes, end the call!" he said awkwardly. "I'm done."

He put the receiver on the radio, stood up and tapped Raphael, with an expression that suggested he could say something that would please this "colleague" who had taken the trouble to approach him.

Indeed, he said the only thing that could make Raphael happy at the moment.

"The lieutenant colonel said that the ELID infected are expected to attack the highway defense line today. It will be a busy day, but he should be able to find time to meet with you."

"Are people who have lost their sanity called ELID infected?" Raphael said "surprised", "No wonder pistols can't hit them, we have to use it," she patted the assault rifle in her hand.

"XM5, it's really good." The captain said, extending his hand and introducing himself: "Karl Jacob, captain of the Rangers. However, we are now called the Survivor Army."

"Call me Raphael," Raphael asked, "So, Captain, when can I see the Lieutenant Colonel?"

"Wait until the battle is over." Carl Jacob waved his hand and said, "You also know that receiving outsiders during the battle is irresponsible to everyone."

He looked at Raphael, who was pale due to "excessive blood loss", and added: "Do you need help? Since you are injured, I will find a place for you to rest first."

"Raphael, Raphael..." Captain Jacob suddenly remembered and said, "Your home is in New York?"

"Yes."

"Annapolis?" he continued.

Raphael also gave her affirmation, and also talked about her classmates and some interesting stories. Such a background check under the banner of familiarity was too easy for her.

No matter what Jacob wanted to ask, Raphael always gave him the real information he wanted.

The life in the military academy and the internship experience are all real, but these lives and interesting stories come from other people and have nothing to do with her.

If you must say it, Raphael used archival materials to construct a completely new "person" who has never appeared in the world, although "her" experience is extremely rich.

If necessary, Jacob also coincidentally found "her" transcript and graduation message.

Considering the fact that this unit had been completely abandoned, Raphael was sure that they could not verify her statement, nor did they have the energy or time to do so.

"That's really..." Jacob smiled and continued, "Then where did you get your weapons? Don't tell me that the New York State National Guard was equipped with these two weapons."

"They came from the supply boxes that the JTF left in the fashion district. It took me a lot of effort to get them."

The girl placed her hands on the table and lowered her head over them, carefully recalling (making up) what happened that day.

If it is too detailed, Jacob will think it is a story made up on the spot; if it is too brief, it will arouse his desire for verification, and the more you say, the more logical loopholes there will be.

"You rest," Captain Jacob advised. "Just lie down on my sofa. I'm leaving soon and won't be back until the evening. When the battle is over, I'll take you to the lieutenant colonel and I'll wake you up then."

"I will wake up by myself," Raphael said confidently. Then she walked to the sofa and sat on it, shaking on the spring like a child, "Ah, it's so soft, I haven't slept on something so soft for a long time."

"We will have better things in the future," Jacob smiled, and completely let down his guard. "We have collected a lot of good things from the warehouse over there. With a little repair, this place can be decorated like a room in a high-end hotel."

He took his coat off the nail and covered her with it. Although the two sides were now in completely different positions, there was no need to be stingy about some things.

"So what are you wearing?" she asked.

"There's going to be a war soon, there's no need for that."

"That's not right."

"No, it is true. I always tell the truth. If possible, please remember this when we are friends, Lieutenant."

"Okay," Raphael said, "Excuse me, Captain, how old are you this year?"

"28 is old."

"really?"

"I told you, I always tell the truth."

"Yes, I know." Raphael looked at him distrustfully like a little girl. "Of course it's true, but it doesn't look like it. Maybe you are really 28 years old, but it looks like you are more than..."

She closed her eyes, then opened them again...

"You know, I'm so tired, so tired... I've been walking around for the last two days, and I thought to myself, if I could just lie down and sleep..."

Jacob's last bit of guard disappeared, he took a deep breath, lowered his voice and said, "Rest now."

Chapter 75 Massive Attack

"I'll go to bed soon... Captain, do you have any children?"

"No?"

"Neither does your wife?"

"No."

"really?"

Jacob laughed for a while, then stood by the door, staring at her, and repeated again, "Okay, take a rest."

Raphael said nothing more and closed his eyes.