The deployment for the decisive battle was equally arduous, and the work was not completed until five o'clock in the morning.
The Marine Corps and the security team each entered their positions on the first line of defense, and the recruit battalions were also in place on the second line of defense.
There was still more than an hour before dawn, so they could take a short rest.
Xiao Ming and Jenny returned to the control room, met with the drug leader, and reported their respective tasks.
Then they looked at the monitor together and inspected every corner inside and outside the fortress.
No loopholes were found.
Jenny was very satisfied: "Commander, this is the most well-prepared battle I have ever seen."
The medicine head is also quite optimistic: "I think the detonator in my hand will be useless."
"That's good," Xiao Ming said haha, leaning back on the chair to relax, but his body was always in a state of excitement because of the upcoming decisive battle.
He forced himself to close his eyes and meditate.
Although he was calm on the outside, his heart was turbulent.
He was not as optimistic as Jenny and Yaotou, but instead felt extremely anxious.
He remembered an ancient saying: A great general must be afraid when facing battle.
In the past, he had never understood this sentence.
As a general, how could he feel fear before a battle?
For example, since he participated in the competition, he has experienced a lot of large and small battles, and he has never been afraid.
But now, he is really a little scared, and he also understands the true meaning of this sentence.
As a general, he has too much responsibility and has too many aspects to consider, but it is not as easy as an ordinary soldier.
When a person fights alone, death is a big risk, but now he is not fighting alone.
He has to consider the life and death of thousands of people.
Even though Xiao Ming said that the death of these people was none of my business, it was only when he was in this position that he felt the huge pressure on his body.
One general's achievements lead to thousands of bones.
Throughout the ages, people have sympathized with those corpses, but who has thought that no one can be naturally cold-blooded in the heart of a general, especially when faced with the hot blood flying on the battlefield.
As a general, you must be fearful when facing battle.
Only in this way can you live up to the subordinates who entrust you with their lives and follow you.
In his solemn thoughts, Xiao Ming gradually fell into a state of sleep.
After an unknown period of time, there was a sound of gunfire in his ears, and he suddenly opened his eyes.
On the central screen of the monitor, the sky was gray and blue.
It was at dawn, and a huge fireworks exploded in the air, shining brightly.
This is a signal to prepare for battle.
The soldiers on the battlefield heard it, and the escapees scattered outside must have seen it.
Today is the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, and it is destined to be a big day, either a victory day for the survivors, or a black market.
's memorial day Followed by another series of cannons, countless bright fireworks rose into the sky, illuminating the fortress whose outer wall was covered with a layer of ice, as if it were a crystal city, crystal clear and moving to the soul.
Xiao Ming stared at the monitor with sharp eyes.
The east and west gates of the fortress were open, waiting for the "guests" to arrive.
The sky is getting brighter, and there are no helicopters circling in the sky, because today's battlefield is indoors.
Jenny looked at Xiao Ming, her eyes were full of reverence from a subordinate to his superior: "Commander, please say a few words to the soldiers."
Xiao Ming thought of the war movies he had watched.
It seemed that before every battle, the supreme commander would give an impassioned speech to cheer up his subordinates.
It seemed that he was not immune to this.
He stood in front of the console, spoke into a microphone, thought for a moment, and then spoke: "Brothers from the Marine Corps, brothers from the security team, and brothers from the recruit camp, soon we will have to fight the enemy to the death.
Originally, I wanted to say, let us fight to live, but I also thought that what we deserve is more than just living, so let us fight for more than just living."
Xiao Ming's young and powerful voice was transmitted to every corner of the fortress through the loudspeaker, and also to the air-raid shelter through the communication lines.
Every soldier and every survivor was thinking: It turns out that we can live not just for the sake of living.
On the screen, black dots appeared as expected, like sand blown by the wind, and like rising tide, they came up quickly.
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Jenny ran out the door while giving instructions to the Marines in English.
"Old demon, I've left the command to you."
Xiao Ming picked up his submachine gun and followed him.
The two entered the elevator.
Jenny was about to press the button for the fourth floor, but Xiao Ming stopped her: "No, I'll follow you to the first floor."
She glanced at him and had no objection, knowing that objection would be ineffective.
Although they had only been together for three days, she had already figured out his temper.
Jenny and Xiao Ming came to the Marine Corps position on the first floor.
The position was located under the commercial stairs.
This was the only up and down passage.
The elevator doors were welded shut with steel plates, and the emergency passages from the first to the ninth floor were also sealed with cement. , the nuclear corpse swarm can only follow the route designed by Xiao Ming.
The position was backed against the wall where the commercial staircase was located, and a semicircular fortification was formed with sandbags.
The staircase entrance was in the middle, and ammunition was piled on both sides.
Grenade launchers, heavy machine guns, submachine guns, and flamethrowers were placed on the sandbags.
The recoilless rifles were too powerful and would cause irreparable damage to the interior of the fort, so they were abandoned.
Outside the position is an open space with an unobstructed view.
Except for the load-bearing pillars, the remaining obstacles have either been removed or blasted, allowing the firepower point to extend directly to the door.
Hundreds of marines crouched behind the sandbags, gripping their weapons and staring nervously at the open doors on both sides.
The roaring sound could already be heard.
There was a "crash" sound, like a flood breaking a bank, and two groups of nuclear corpses poured in from the east and west entrances almost at the same time.
However, as soon as "they" came in, they fell into pieces.
It turned out that the entire ground on the first floor was covered with ice.
This was naturally Xiao Ming's idea.
Making full use of existing conditions and establishing local advantages has become his core combat philosophy.
"Fire" Jenny gave the order, and all the light and heavy weapons opened fire at the same time.
"Bang bang bang", "tat da da", "chut chut", the firelights doubled in density under the reflection of the ice surface, turning the east and west entrances into Became the door of death.
More nuclear corpses poured in.
Although they were hit head-on, many fish that slipped through the net spread out and rushed towards the position in a fan shape.
Although their foothold on the ice is unstable, "they" are very smart and roll forward along with the trend, which shows that "they" have considerable learning ability.
Of course, rolling is not as fast as running after all.
"They" became moving targets and were shot one by one by snipers.
Xiao Ming held a submachine gun and kept firing headshots.
He was really addicted to shooting.
Anyway, there were plenty of bullets.
But no matter how many bullets there are, it seems that there are not as many nuclear zombies as there are.
At the beginning, heavy firepower can still block the group of nuclear zombies pouring into the door, but as more and more enemies are killed, they are scattered on the ice.
The corpses are getting wider and wider, and the ice's obstacle to "them" is getting smaller and smaller.
A frightening scene appeared.
Two large groups of nuclear corpses were like inflated balloons.
They were inflated from the east and west entrances under fierce bullet fire, exploded violently, and dispersed into several small groups, stepping on the corpses of their companions.
Jumping up and down.
At this time, the heavy firepower on the position could only disperse, chasing the scattered small groups.
The originally smooth and shiny ice surface was stained red with blood.
Xiao Ming also changed from burst firing to strafing.
He changed the magazine after a while and fired until the barrel of the gun was hot.
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Although strafing is more enjoyable, it is not as effective as burst shooting because it cannot be aimed accurately and most of the hits hit the body of the nuclear zombies, which cannot immediately eliminate "them".
Jenny, who was standing next to Xiao Ming, was extremely calm and took her time to shoot one by one.
Her shooting skills were excellent and she could knock down one of them with one shot.
A group of nuclear zombies rushed to the front of the position, and several fire dragons sprayed them head-on.
It was the flamethrower squad's turn to show off their skills.
Another large group of nuclear corpses approached.
Several soldiers stood up together and threw grenades at the same time, causing corpses to fly everywhere.
Soon, the east and west entrances were completely swamped by nuclear corpses.
All around the position, there were dark enemies everywhere.
Countless ferocious faces covered with blisters rushed forward in the face of bullet fire, so fast that the soldiers had to change their magazines.
I can't even keep up with the speed.
The soldiers originally had a purpose in shooting, and they would hit wherever there were more enemies.
But later, there were just as many enemies everywhere, and they could only fight on their own, shooting wherever they wanted, and hitting the nearest enemy first.
I have seen people who are not afraid of death, but I have never seen those nuclear corpses who are not afraid of life and death.
As long as they are not hit in the brain or nerve center, they don't care about the injuries on their bodies.
Some have their intestines dragged, and some have bones exposed, row after row.
The ground rushes up
The Marines were experienced in many battles, but some of them still had fear in their eyes and the hands holding their guns were shaking.
One of them had finished firing the bullets and was still pulling the trigger.
He was approached by a nuclear zombie and dragged out.
Suddenly, a group of nuclear zombies surrounded him.
Xiao Ming shot over with a shot, hoping to kill the soldier to avoid the pain of being eaten alive, but the nuclear corpse had already covered it, and only the pair of feet were still exposed, twitching continuously.
Several nuclear zombies took advantage of the opportunity and jumped in along the gap.
Xiao Ming had just finished shooting his bullets and had no time to change the magazine.
He easily pulled out the Wanxiang knife on his back and chopped down "them" with a few lightning strikes.
Several more nuclear zombies rushed into the position and bit a flamethrower warrior after catching them.
The firepower deterrence in that area was suddenly reduced.
Xiao Ming couldn't stand guard anymore and shouted: "Retreat, retreat quickly" Jenny immediately gave the order, and all the soldiers stood up and retreated towards the stairs while fighting.
The army of nuclear zombies surged up like a tide.
A few warriors slowed down a little and were immediately wrapped in dumplings and became stuffing.
Xiao Ming wielded the Wanxiang Knife and cut it off himself.
In close combat, hot weapons were not as sharp as cold weapons, especially a sword that could cut iron like mud.
Wherever the light of his sword struck, he saw severed limbs flying and blood flowing like water.
The thick smell of blood brought him bloodthirsty excitement.
It turned out that the most satisfying thing was to use a knife.
The Marines fought and retreated to the second floor.
The nuclear corpses chased up the stairs, densely packed like ants nailing delicious food: