Lacewell is a heavy firepower assaulter who belongs to the 101st Airborne Division, which is based near New York City.
Lacewell's company was transferred here by Thompson.
He and a comrade were assigned a high-S machine gun, and their positions were behind the dock defense line.
This was the third time that the high-S machine gun had malfunctioned.
The area around the anti-aircraft gun position was littered with shell casings, and the huge barrel of the machine gun had been turned red.
"Emergency repair, cool down immediately" Leswell shouted, and he and his comrade got busy.
Two people dragged in a high-pressure water gun, and Lacewell poured cold water directly on the machine gun.
This is an emergency maintenance method.
The high-S machine gun often jams due to overheating.
After using this cooling measure many times, this high-S machine gun will definitely not be saved.
After the barrel cooled down, Lacewell immediately unloaded the barrel, and the stuck bullet chain finally came loose.
After dealing with the machine gun's malfunction, Laiswell sat on the turret again.
"Ah" as Laiswell screamed, the huge weapon began to roar again.
"Da, da, da, da" The dense ammunition drew chains of fire in the night sky, and the chains of fire swept up on the zombies that surged up like a swarm of ants.
The zombies were easily swept into two pieces by the high-S machine gun bullets.
"Ah go to hell monster" Laiswell yelled, his face flushed in excitement.
Lacewell controlled the high-S machine gun to turn left and right.
The red bullet chain penetrated the zombies that rushed up, and then blasted away in the distance. on top of high-rise buildings.
The cement wall of the building seemed to be splashing with water.
Pieces of cement and ceramic tiles were blown away.
High-S machine gun bullets left snake-shaped trajectories on the wall.
Lacewell, who was driven crazy by the blast, had already taken off his eardrum protection device.
The huge roar of the high-S machine gun made his ears buzz.
There were only machine gun bullets left in Lacewell's world. sound.
"Ready to reload" Leswell shouted, and the muzzle of the high-S machine gun was aimed at the nearest tide of corpses.
The tide of corpses rolled up into the sky like waves, and the crisis over there was temporarily suppressed.
"Load" Lacewell was a very experienced soldier.
He knew that the machine gun would not last long without looking at the magazine.
However, the strange thing was that Lacewell's order did not receive a response from his comrades.
"Click, click", the machine gun finally made the sound of idling, the bullet chain was empty, and the high-S machine gun stopped.
"Jones, what are you doing?"
Lacewell's ears were ringing and he shouted toward the auxiliary battery, but Lacewell did not see Jones above the battery.
Confused, Laiswell stepped down from the gun emplacement and walked to where the ammunition was piled.
Laiswell saw no trace of Jones here, and the comrade disappeared.
"Jones, Jones" Lacewell shouted and searched around the area.
Lacewell found a shoe near a sewer outlet.
The laces of the shoe were broken and it had obviously been freed.
The fallen shoes were left near the entrance of the sewer manhole, and the manhole cover of the sewer had been opened.
"Jones, Jones, are you down there?"
Laiswell pulled out his pistol and assumed a defensive posture.
Lacewell slowly walked towards the wellhead.
Standing at the mouth of the well, Lacewell smelled the strong smell of blood.
He saw the sewage rippling in the sewer, and a piece of rag floating on the sewage.
"Jones, are you down there?"
Ryswell knelt down on one knee.
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He slowly reached towards the mouth of the well, pointing the gun in his hand at the sewage below.
Just as Laiswell was observing carefully, he heard a "crash" sound.
The sewage in the sewer suddenly exploded, and a pale "corpse" swooped up.
"ah" The scream lasted only half a sentence before Lyersl was dragged into the sewer, and then continuous gunshots came from the mouth of the pipe.
More and more bad news was transmitted to the aircraft carrier, and Thompson's heart became tighter and tighter.
Nearly half of the weapons began to fail, ammunition began to be stretched, support aircraft stopped flying, and Thompson could no longer contact the military airport.
"Sir, we may not be able to hold it anymore."
The staff officer issued a warning to Thompson, but Thompson still stared at the row of numbers in front of him: There are still more than 2,000 civilians who have not evacuated, and more than 3,000 soldiers stationed on the dock have withdrawn now, which means that the army has abandoned its mission of protecting the people.
Just as Thompson was hesitating, chaotic sounds suddenly came from the communication system, and alarms were sent back from various positions at the same time: "No, a large number of zombies appeared in the position, and they launched an attack on us."
"Ah, the tank battalion fell, and monsters rushed into the position."
"Da, da, da, da" "They came out of the sewers."
"Da, da, da, da boom" The entire communication system was instantly confused, and the dock was a mess.
Cold sweat instantly covered Thompson's body, and he immediately issued the order: "All troops on the aircraft carrier will attack and evacuate the people on the dock immediately.
The aircraft carrier will enter a first-level combat readiness state."
The chaos lasted all night, all weapons on the aircraft carrier were dispatched, and the fighting on the pier became more intense.
The people who were watching the battle on the deck were driven back to the cabin, and those who protested saw the menacing soldiers.
When they completely retreated into the cabin, these people saw half of the night sky turned red.
This time the emergency evacuation was in a state of complete chaos.
The aircraft carrier was simply fighting for people with the zombies, and the entire port was in chaos.
When dawn came, the aircraft carrier had given up the evacuation force, it sailed away from the port area, and the aircraft carrier retreated toward the open sea.
Those who were withdrawn were basically soldiers.
Most of these soldiers were wounded, and many of them were accidentally injured by their own bullets.
Thompson designated an isolation area on the deck.
He did not forget the contagiousness of the virus.
The injured soldiers were gathered on the deck, where medical staff would distinguish their injuries.
The aircraft carrier was moving slowly, and the sea was split open by the huge ship.
Thompson looked down with a sullen face.
In the distance, there was still the sound of gunfire coming from the direction of the port.
It was the soldiers abandoned there who were resisting, but the rumbling sound had slowly faded away.
On the deck, the wounded soldiers were screaming loudly.
Medical staff were still seizing the time to rescue the wounded, but unfortunate people were dying every moment.
A drop of tears flowed out of the corner of Thompson's eyes.
He knew that he had been defeated, and he had been defeated completely.
As a soldier, he left the battlefield and gave up the army.
He would never stand up again in this life.
"Death has just begun" The stranger's words suddenly came to Thompson's mind
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