A strong smell of blood filled the air in front of the supermarket as the door opened.
Sofitel's face changed slightly.
He gently sniffed the air that already had the obvious smell of blood, but his expression remained unbearable.
Constantly changing.
At that time, he had determined that Company F had given up all its heavy equipment and left the small town.
But how could more than twenty corpses of Company soldiers be found in this supermarket that was used as a temporary stronghold?
"Are you a soldier from Company F?"
Bunar's face didn't look good, and he couldn't even maintain his previous dignity.
The more than 20 soldiers who died inside were all members of his troops.
As the top commander of the 16th Mechanized Brigade, he must be responsible for these more than 20 young soldiers.
Gritting his teeth slightly, Bunar walked into the supermarket first, and at the same time turned to Sost and said: "Arrange the use of the flares, and then have the boys inside be placed decently."
Nodding slowly, Sofitel handed the backpack to the deputy company commander next to him with the same gloomy face, and then quickly followed.
Company F is also their friendly force, and they all have a closer relationship in the same unit.
They even have many friends with each other.
But now their friend may be lying inside, which is an even worse thing for the entire E Company.
"Is this the calm before the storm?"
Pursing his dry mouth, Liszt threw the signal gun to the deputy company commander who still had his eyebrows furrowed and his face was extremely solemn.
However, he did not turn around and enter the supermarket.
He took a deep breath.
He also did not care about the strong smell of blood and the smell of gunpowder caused by the gunfire nearby.
He just let the smell fill his lungs like the sweetest cigarette.
Fill it up, and then slowly exhale, seemingly releasing all the uneasiness in his heart: "It's really ridiculous."
He gritted his teeth slowly.
The afterglow of the flare still hung more than 20 meters in the sky.
It slowly fell down at a slow speed, but it illuminated the surrounding distance of hundreds of meters as clearly as day.
Liszt squinted slightly and looked into the depths of the woods and bushes.
The looming Death Claw seemed to know that this area was heavily guarded, and for a while there was no movement.
The 249 light machine gun was still firing tentatively, firing three consecutive bursts, sending a piece of sawdust flying into the bushes and groves.
But this kind of long and aimless shooting is more of a deterrent, and it is also a catharsis of one's own fear.
And for those Deathclaws who were deliberately left with hunting instincts by scientists, this kind of point shooting was like a joke.
Light machine gun bullets, as long as they are not critical, will count as a few hits12.
It can also withstand bullets from large-caliber heavy machine guns.
"Sir, I have taken out all the flares.
Here is your backpack."
While Liszt was deep in thought, the deputy company commander next to him had already taken out all the flares in his backpack, and at the same time handed the flare gun to a soldier who was usually very cautious.
However, he did not continue to use flares.
Instead, he ordered all soldiers to gather the tactical flashlights in their hands to form dazzling light pillars, scanning the open areas around the supermarket to reduce the frequency of use of flares.
At the same time, he handed the backpack back to Liszt and said gratefully: "Thank you so much for these flares.
I really don't know how we would face those damn monsters at night without these."
"They are not that difficult to deal with.
High-density firepower can turn them into a pile of minced meat.
They are all living things of flesh and blood.
At least we can crush them with technology."
Reaching out to take the handed backpack, Liszt took out two energy bars and threw one to the deputy company commander.
He opened the package and stuffed it into his mouth three times.
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After a period of running around, his physical strength gradually reached a critical point.
Although this specially made bitter energy bar tastes bad, it can quickly restore physical strength and is also used by military logistics.
A must-have.
Swallowing all the residue in his mouth in one gulp, the bitter taste made Liszt's eyebrows wrinkle together.
He couldn't help but shake his head and said: "This thing is as unpalatable as dog shit."
But as he said that, he also Smiled: "Of course I have never eaten dog shit, and I don't know what it tastes like."
Facing Liszt's joke, several soldiers who were on guard nearby heard it and couldn't help but laugh.
However, seeing the glare from the deputy company commander who was not good at joking, they also quickly He refocused his gaze on the area swept by the tactical flashlight, looking cautious.
But their actions added a bit of embarrassment, causing the more traditional deputy company commander to quickly explain: "Well, this is also to avoid eating energy bars as snacks during non-combat times because they are too delicious.
After all, it is a requirement of the US federally authorized supplier.”
"Mr.
Lister, General Bunard and Captain Sost need you to come over."
While the two were still chatting, a soldier opened the door and walked out.
A smile suddenly appeared on his face after seeing Liszt, and he quickly reported the report as if he was facing a superior: "General Bunar seems to have discovered it.
What?
I hope you can go over and discuss it."
After he conveyed the order, he looked at Liszt with a bright light in his eyes and said eagerly: "Mr.
Liszt, you can also lead us out of the predicament this time, right?
"?"
"Maybe so."
After touching his nose slightly, Liszt suddenly felt like he was back in his own company.
The recruits he led also looked at him with longing in their eyes when they faced thousands of Mexican guerrillas.
But Liszt slowly moved his eyes elsewhere, and just said comfortingly: "This depends on the efforts of all of us."
He slowly opened the door and walked in.
He still remembered the recruit's eyes when he died in pain.
His face, despite his best efforts, still failed to save him from survival.
Pushing open the glass door of the supermarket, most of the corpses on the middle shelf have been sorted, and there are many soldiers from E Company carrying the corpses with sad faces.
In other words, they were carrying a bunch of stumps in cloth bags.
The corpses seemed to have been simply spliced together, but when they continued to carry them, the blood and internal organs were mixed together, with a sticky appearance and a rich smell.
The smell of blood made the entire supermarket feel as terrifying as a slaughterhouse.
Liszt held his breath for a moment.
The strong smell of blood still made him feel a little uncomfortable, especially since countless human body parts were on the ground, which made him unable to help but look in other directions.
This is human instinct.
When seeing the mutilated corpses of the same kind, emotions of sadness and fear will appear in our hearts.
However, the surrounding Army soldiers were similar.
They were all lying on the windows, holding the 4a1 assault rifles in their hands, and being careful.
Even the soldiers carrying the corpses were looking in other directions, trying not to look at the poor dead body.
Comrades.
Of course, he also saw the livid faces of Old Bunar and Sofitel.
Liszt's brows wrinkled slightly, but the uneasiness in his heart rose more and more.
Liszt walked over, and Old Bunar didn't say much nonsense.
He directly handed him a piece of white paper with a series of characters written on it.
At the same time, he stared and wanted to curse something, but he was forced to suppress it by himself.
He said in a hoarse voice: "This is the message my deputy brigade commander left me."
"information" A few sentences were written very hastily on the white paper.
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It can be seen that the writer seemed to be in a hurry at the time, and even some spelling phrases were simply passed over.
But Liszt couldn't help but narrowed his eyes slightly.
He looked carefully at the phrases left on it.
The uneasiness in his heart seemed to be about to make his head fall into chaos.
He raised his head and looked at Old Bunar and spoke slowly.
Said: "This is why you left the headquarters."
The above probably means an urgent notice from the federal command, requiring Old Bunar to go half a block away to hand over the command with the commander of the 9th Mechanized Infantry Division and 1st Combat Brigade of the Army who had entered the city before.
But after Old Bunar left, the federal command actually asked the deputy brigade commander to take over the command, give up all heavy weapons and equipment, and immediately lead all the troops to withdraw from the city.
It was precisely because of this order that aroused the suspicion of the deputy brigade commander, but in a hurry he could only leave a message here, as well as the death claw attack encountered during the retreat, and temporarily placed the bodies of the fallen here. , waiting for a chance to be reburied later.
"It's really not that simple."
Slowly lowering his head, Liszt looked at the words left on the white paper.
He looked back and forth several times before raising his head and looking at Old Bunar.
The old general's face was also ashen.
Under his gray hair, his eagle-like eyes were staring at the white paper, and his fists were clenched tightly.
He was obviously suppressing extremely violent anger in his heart. .
Old Bunar's anger did not burst out directly, because a small startup symbol suddenly appeared on the instrument placed next to him.
At the same time, with a slight vibration, a rhythmic crisp sound was released.
The soldier captain who had been following Old Bunar next to him was slightly startled, and then looked at Old Bunar and Sofitel with wide eyes, and said in surprise: "This is communication restored." s: Today’s update is a bit late.
I didn’t expect the second update to take so long.
I’m really sorry.
It seems that I will try my best to update the fourth update tomorrow, but I think it is unlikely.
Ahem, someone actually voted 12,000 times.
It is really greedy.
But when you read this, you will also find that my book is different from the real pre-fallout war world.
Let me explain it here.
After all, it is a novel and it touches on many sensitive areas.
Just think that the Soviet Union is China.
As for the Battle of the Volga River that will appear in the future, let’s just treat it as the Battle of the Yangtze River.
By the way, I also set the pre-war world view to be similar to the current one.
It’s not that the pre-radiation world that changed after World War II is exactly the same.
In fact, it’s not that different.
It’s easier to accept it when I write it now.
I will open a separate chapter another day and explain in detail the differences of this book.
After all, it is a novel: