Everything went from worst to tragedy.
One by one, the young men who showed absolute courage because their comrades died in the battle have gritted their teeth and pulled away the grenades on their bodies.
But they couldn't even throw it out.
They just roared towards the corridor in front of them with the belief that they would die, rushing towards the huge and terrifying monster, hoping to use their own lives in exchange for more escape opportunities for their companions.
But no one dropped their weapons and turned around to run away.
They still followed the usual retreat method and ran quickly towards the entrance of the corridor. 249 light machine gun fired, but it still had no effect.
Because they didn't even have a second to fire before they discovered that huge, blood-soaked monster, as if it had come out of the bloody hell, appeared in front of them, waving its thick claws, Then tear their bodies into several pieces as easily as tearing paper.
The high-quality body armor could not protect against the razor-sharp claws at all.
The two panting E Company soldiers had stopped running, and a cold feeling surged up in their burning trachea. .
The two of them looked at each other blankly, but a sense of weightlessness made them throw themselves towards the ground.
They subconsciously wanted to use their legs to support their bodies, but they still fell to the ground hard.
At this time, the severe pain in their waists made them realize that they had been cut in half.
The internal organs were leaking all over the floor, mixed with blood, just like the scene when pigs and sheep were slaughtered.
But no one cared about this kind of thing, because the thick hind limbs stepped over hard, trampling the internal organs and the upper half of the body with its mouth open to cry for help, and then the sound of bones exploding instantly sounded on the surrounding cement floor.
There was also a thick patch of blood mixed with visceral fragments.
This place has re-entered the jurisdiction of hell, and the huge death claw has transformed into the most feared demon, using its claws to harvest the surrounding life wantonly.
In this short moment, not even five minutes, in this wide corridor less than fifty meters away, the corpses of more than a dozen US Army soldiers were already lying in random directions.
The price paid by this death claw was only some horrific-looking flesh wounds and seven or eight fist-sized penetrating wounds.
An E Company soldier let out an angry howl.
He struggled in the blood on the floor, but his crotch was cut off completely, and even a blood-red cut mark appeared on his chest.
Fortunately, the wound on his chest was not deep, but unfortunately, the huge monster had slowly stepped towards him.
Luck or unluckiness had nothing to do with him.
He slowly reached out and took out a grenade, struggling to open the safety cover with his teeth.
As the faint white smoke appeared, he took a deep breath as if enjoying a good cigar, but closed his mouth.
He raised his eyes and cursed: "Son of a bitch."
"Bang" The violent explosion set off a rising wave of air in the corridor, and fist-sized flames instantly appeared in the corridor as the gunpowder expanded, rolling up pieces of blood and broken cement fragments, and with the expansion of the gunpowder.
Like the most ferocious giant beast, it swallowed everything in the entire corridor.
Whether it was the death claws that were so close at hand or the few surrounding E Company soldiers who had also lost certain parts, they were all annihilated in the rising and expanding light and heat.
And this was not the end.
Five defensive grenades also exploded immediately.
The violent flames had engulfed an area of nearly ten meters, and were advancing further along the corridor at an extremely fast speed.
The hot air waves and flames have filled the corridor, and even the sticky blood on the ground has evaporated due to the hot temperature.
A stronger smell of blood and fishy smell appeared in the corridor, but it became more and more terrifying like that of hell.
The hot air wave continued to rush towards the extension of the corridor, and the ferocious flames quickly disappeared into the air.
And when the remaining E Company soldiers got up on the floor, they still remembered the violent roar in their ears.
Everyone turned their heads and looked towards the back corridor in shock.
In the smoke, a huge figure was staggering out and roaring at them even more violently and crazily.
However, its shaky figure also showed that even after it withstood a series of gunshots and bombardments from grenade explosions, it was not so easy to withstand it.
The sharp and deadly grenade fragments easily cut through the tattered outer skin, and the muscles and bones inside were completely torn apart by the force of the gunpowder expansion.
However, such a serious injury made the deathclaw stare with scarlet eyes, slowly move forward, and continue to walk towards them.
The sound of gunfire has become sparse, not even half like the previous metal storm.
Unexpectedly, the seven or eight E Company soldiers closest to the Death Claw roared and pulled out all the grenade safety guards on their bodies, and rushed towards the Death Claw crazily.
In the belief of mortality, weak humans can also become the most violent creatures to let any enemy know the taste of madness.
From ancient apes to humans, and to becoming the masters of the earth, humans rely not only on external forces, but also on the bloodthirst of beasts that is suppressed in the deepest part of their souls.
An even bigger explosion appeared on the Death Claw, and the soldiers of E Company risked their lives to hug the Death Claw's torso.
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Whether it was the hind limbs stepping on it or the sharp claws swinging at it, they didn't care about their own lives.
They hugged it tightly and never let go.
It's as if they were so cruel and desperate against fascist Germany on the European battlefield, without even considering their own lives.
A series of explosions appeared in the corridor, and fierce flames swept almost the entire area.
The hot air waves and the power of the gunpowder's expansion caused the death claw to fly to the ground heavily, and half of the body was turned into pieces of charred black.
The heat wave was still spreading towards the surroundings, but when the smoke dissipated and the huge figure still stood up unsteadily, everyone seemed to have fallen into the deepest despair.
"There's no reason why this should happen."
Old Bunar retreated toward the rear, but his heart was filled with sadness and despair.
The wrinkled old face no longer had the previous confidence and affirmation.
After experiencing such an unexpected turn, even he lost the confidence to continue to resist.
Because that huge death claw was really too powerful.
It was so powerful that even without the cover of the armored troops, he had the heart to wait for death.
In just a few minutes, the death rate exceeded 50%, and all heavy weapons were lost, and there was no reinforcement support at all.
How could he break through this dilemma?
A group of light infantry without heavy weapons or anti-armor means would have no choice but to survive in the complex environment, or die or be captured.
But now looking at the stumps on the ground, looking at the corridor that went straight to the end, Old Bunar slowly stopped his retreat and wiped the gray spots on his forehead stained with sweat or blood with his hands.
Hair, smiled miserably and asked: "Are we going to be completely annihilated?"
There were two soldiers beside him, one on the left and one on the right, but after hearing his words, the look of fear on their faces became even more intense.
Without saying much, they just gritted their teeth and wanted to drag their commander away from here, but they were horrified to find that Old Bunar slowly stopped, struggled to break away from their support, and picked up his 4a1 Assault rifle, he turned around and stood in the center of this corridor.
"In front of the general is the entrance to the corridor.
We can leave here soon."
A soldier looked at the corridor ahead, the dim emergency lights still allowing them to see the entrance not far away.
Although he was quite frightened and uneasy in his heart, especially when he saw the terrifying monster getting closer and closer, the fear in his heart almost made his legs weak, but he still gritted his teeth and said hastily to Old Bunar: "As long as we Back on the tank, even this monster will be blasted to pieces by the 120-caliber tank main gun."
"No, no, my troops are here, why should I leave?"
The 4a1 assault rifle in his hand was pressed against his shoulder, and there was only determination in Old Bunar's eyes.
He pulled the trigger and fired the bullets in the magazine at the Deathclaw, which was more than twenty meters away, while seven or eight soldiers around him followed him and made the same move.
But some soldiers were gradually running towards the entrance of the corridor in panic, but Old Bunar didn't care too much anymore.
He just murmured to himself: "I want to stay here to accompany those brave young men."
The two soldiers beside him had their eyes widened, and their hearts were already extremely tormented.
But years of training and the honor of being a warrior could not make them turn around and run away.
Instead, they also picked up the rifles in their hands and shot in vain at the death claw.
But their slowly trembling legs, as well as their movements of turning their heads from time to time and gasping at the entrance to the corridor, also illustrate their inner desire for life and some kind of torture of honor.
They are the U.S.
Federal Army, and their honor and pride have long been engraved in their hearts.
The power of the system prevents them from escaping immediately, and for that terrifying man-eating monster, surrender is just a joke.
But when everyone was desperate, no one noticed that a figure holding a Winchester 1887 shotgun was slowly appearing behind the terrifying monster, walking forward silently, At the same time, he aimed the black muzzle at the back of the monster's head
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