Liszt stood there, and the tactical flashlight in his hand followed his wrist, condensing a dazzling beam of light and sweeping across the street.
And his eyes also became profound, and the scene in front of him made him couldn't help but take a few steps forward quickly, but he stopped again, looked in front of him and said slowly: "This really surprises me."
Old Bunar and three other soldiers also followed.
The two tactical flashlights in their hands gathered together, illuminating the street in front of them gradually.
A dark object appeared in front of them, and they did not recognize it as the previous temporary defenses, because the dark objects were clearly armored vehicles.
Three 1a2 "Abrams Tank" main battle tanks were lined up and blocked in the middle of the road, with the black muzzles facing them.
In this lonely and silent street, Lister and Old Bunner suddenly stopped.
There was no intention to speak, and everyone fell into silence.
"We keep moving forward."
With a slowly hoarse voice, Old Bunar spoke and walked forward first.
He knew all these tanks, and he even vaguely remembered the driver of the infantry fighting vehicle behind the tank.
Because these tanks and infantry fighting vehicles were originally the main armored force under his command, but now they were abandoned like this.
Even looking at the muzzles, not even a single shot had been fired.
The tactical flashlights in their hands found the gap between the tanks and passed through the steel behemoth with ease.
Everyone's mood was gloomy and depressed.
Three main battle tanks were blocked here, plus two infantry fighting vehicles for fire support.
It was difficult for even an infantry regiment to attack this street head-on, but now it gave up easily.
What made Old Bunar even more angry and depressed was that as the supreme commander of these tanks and infantry fighting vehicles in the war state, he did not know the slightest news.
And he also confirmed that he did not sign any order, causing the soldiers originally stationed on the street to abandon the street, the road he originally ordered to be stationed on, before the tanks could even drive away.
The streets were still quiet and dark, with no US Army soldiers appearing, and no terrifying death claws jumping out of the darkness.
Only temporary fortifications made of sandbags appeared from time to time on both sides of the street, or shooting positions also transformed from sandbags on the balconies of the apartment buildings on both sides.
These are standard urban warfare fortifications.
Old Bunar's army obviously has its own understanding of urban warfare.
Among the defense lines arranged, whether it is air defense or ground attack positions, they are all arranged in an orderly manner, and even the cross-fire has reached The excess firepower probably means they are extremely wary of the unknown monster.
Along the way, Liszt and Old Bunar's speed didn't stop much at all, because the defensive positions were already empty, and there was no need to continue to explore.
As they moved forward, the abandoned infantry fighting vehicles and tanks made their hearts become heavier and heavier.
"There is the temporary command headquarters ahead, but it still looks like it has given up."
Old Bunar looked at a supermarket in front of him, and his brows furrowed more and more.
It was indeed the location of the temporary headquarters he chose because of its open space.
You can tell by looking at the temporary defenses such as sandbags surrounding it.
But looking at the still silent appearance, he couldn't help but clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and said angrily: "If you mobilize troops casually without my order, even the federal headquarters must give me an explanation."
As the commander of a force, and the direct commander of the force, his superiors transferred all his troops without any notice.
This is no longer a serious problem, even for old Bunar.
This is already a huge insult.
No commander would tolerate such a humiliating transfer.
"Will there be any messages left behind?
After the communication is lost, they will be unable to contact us.
It is also possible that there will be some useful information left in the command room."
The soldier in charge of communications spoke slowly.
He also held a tactical flashlight in his hand.
The condensed beam of light swept across the supermarket that had been used as a temporary headquarters.
He frowned slightly and said, "I think this will definitely leave a message."
Yes, after all, there must be a reason for such a hasty retreat.
It is impossible to take away everything inside. " "Then let's go and take a look."
Old Bunar took two deep breaths of air to calm down the anger in his heart.
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He also held the AKS74U short assault rifle tightly in his hand.
Now that he was angry, he was not afraid of any enemies that appeared.
Old Bunar turned his head and said to Liszt: "Be careful."
No one knows what will appear inside, just like the death claws encountered before, it appears extremely unexpectedly. 1887 Shotgun was the first to walk in front, but he couldn't help but frown.
When he approached the supermarket entrance, a faint fishy smell in his nose made him couldn't help but take a slight sniff, but his steps stopped.
He lowered his body, held the gun, and said slowly: "The smell of blood is very strong."
As he spoke, his body did not move at all.
He listened slightly, but there was no suspicious sound at all.
The Winchester in his hand was aimed at the door.
Liszt held the tactical flashlight between his teeth and walked slowly towards the supermarket.
At that moment, the muzzle of the gun that could bloom brightly in the darkness was always Aim forward and don't dare to be careless at all.
An American soldier next to him quickly came to the side door, holding the 4a1 assault rifle tightly in his hand.
Although his face could not be seen clearly in the dark, he could still feel the tension on his face.
Swallowing slowly, he leaned close to the sandbags on the wall of the supermarket, nodded towards Liszt, did not speak, but made a few gestures with his hands: "Do you want to break the door?"
His actions are standard tactical actions.
Although urban anti-terrorism and quick reaction forces are better at it, as the most important technology in urban warfare, he is certainly proficient in it.
As long as Liszt nodded, he would quickly turn sideways and aim at the door, kicking the door open with his feet, allowing Liszt to rush in at extremely fast speeds, leaving no enemy with time to react.
But Liszt shook his head and walked slowly forward, the tactical flashlight clenched tightly in his mouth moving with his gaze.
Pushing open the door made of tempered glass with his hand, Liszt opened the door of the supermarket with the sound of a bell, but a strong smell of blood and fishy smell came directly to his face.
"What the hell is going on?"
Behind him, Bunnar was holding the AKS74U short assault rifle in the background, and at the same time, he followed Lister's steps little by little into the supermarket that was originally requisitioned as a temporary headquarters.
The strong smell of blood made him want to feel sick, but he couldn't help but look at the supermarket, gritting his teeth tightly, holding back his voice as if roaring in his throat: "What happened?"
In this supermarket that was requisitioned as a temporary headquarters, the area where the product shelves were originally placed had long been cleared, but the area where communication equipment and liaison equipment should have been placed was filled with U.S.
Army soldiers lying on the ground.
At a rough glance, there are already more than twenty people
"This place was converted into a field hospital."
A soldier stationed outside also walked in slowly, but when he saw the situation inside the supermarket and the strong smell of blood, he suddenly retched, clenched his fists and subconsciously stepped back for two seconds.
Stepping forward, he looked at old Bunar with wide eyes and said anxiously: "General, what on earth is going on?"
In the light beam of the tactical flashlight, the U.S.
Army soldiers were lying on the ground, eyes wide open, mouths wide open, looking at the ceiling blankly, as if they were in a daze.
But anyone who sees the wounds on their chests and abdomens that almost tore them in half will understand that these poor soldiers lying here have been dead for a long time.
Dark red blood has become a mass in the supermarket, and the strong smell of blood seems to turn the entire supermarket into a slaughterhouse.
Liszt, who was at the front, slowly narrowed his eyes.
Having seen so many corpses, he felt uncomfortable with the corpses in the supermarket in this small space and the limited light source.
He couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said: "This is the morgue. "?"
"Who's there?"
While they were silently staring at the bodies inside the supermarket, the slightly surprised voice of the soldier in charge came from outside the door.
When 1887 Shotgun tried to hide behind the wall to explore, the soldier quickly returned to the supermarket and quickly reported to Bunar: "There is someone in the bushes on the left."
But before he finished speaking, as the light beam of the tactical flashlight shone there, a U.S.
Army soldier holding a 4a1 assault rifle stood up.
It seemed that he could not adapt to the dazzling light of the tactical flashlight, and just waved at them. , tilted his head and said loudly: "I am the US Federal Army, the 16th Mechanical Brigade of the Quick Reaction Force, the commander of Company E, Sofitel" "E Company Commander Sofitel, what a coincidence."
The tactical flashlight in Liszt's hand swept over the standing Sofitel, but it did not stop.
Instead, it swept along the garden where the shrubs behind him were, but the gray mist and dark light made that The complex situation of the garden cannot be seen clearly at all.
Gritting his teeth gently, Liszt turned to Bunnar and asked: "General, do you know him?"
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