There are cries of killing, gunshots, and painful roars.
There is never room for the word mercy in a real battlefield.
Everyone who is involved can only fight to the death.
When the battle evolves from small-scale contact to large-scale firefights, what everyone can do becomes limited.
In the terrible hail of bullets, life is fragile, and this is no exception for the modified people. .
Fan hid behind a boulder with his face covered in smoke.
This was already the fifth day he had participated in the battle.
Over the past five days, he could not tell how many people he had killed.
He only knew that there were fewer and fewer team members around him. , until now he is the only one left.
There were not many bullets left in the scabbard, and the supplies on his body had long been used up.
He was like a lonely lion, torn to pieces by the rebel jackals around him who might find him at any time.
The reason for all this was the foolish advance of the commander in charge of this area.
At the beginning of the battle, the 8th and 9th companies led by Fan merged together and were both under the jurisdiction of the same commander.
Fan relied on his own perception ability to lead a ten-man team to take charge of the scouting mission.
With his keen perception, Fan naturally discovered the enemy hiding in the mountains, so he notified the commander by radio.
However, the aggressive commander rejected Fan's suggestion of taking a detour, and instead wanted to break through the enemy in one go.
But the truth was much crueler than he imagined.
This force had obviously been planned for a long time.
When the intrusive commander was suddenly attacked by a large number of enemies, he discovered the place where these enemies were ambushing, and there were also a large number of Perceptual shielding device, and those enemies that are not covered by the shielding device are just bait to lure him into taking the bait.
The battle finally started, and the brutality exceeded most people's expectations.
In order to ensure the strategic retreat of the large forces, Fan stood up at the critical moment.
He led the other Nine Life members to take charge of the final break, and the fierce battle It's hard to describe in words.
They fought and retreated, containing a large number of enemy firepower.
After four days of fighting and fleeing, he was the only one left in the team he led.
Fan deliberately suppressed his breathing, and then adjusted his body temperature to synchronize with the environment.
He activated the ability brought by the latent gene and the special magnetic field generated by the ability cells, allowing him to effectively avoid detection by enemies with sentient abilities.
But this ability is currently only effective when he is stationary or moving in a small range.
After all, his number of ability cells is still too few.
In Fan's perception field of vision, the three enemies were consciously narrowing the scope of the search, and Fan's position happened to be within the search circle covered by the three.
Van cannot use any efficient weapons, even lightsabers, because every slight sound may cause him to be discovered by the enemy.
The only weapon he can rely on now is the alloy dagger he holds tightly.
The enemy is still approaching, and his hiding position is about to be exposed.
The key to life and death lies in the next short period of time.
Fan's body was bent like a cheetah about to attack, and the sound of slight footsteps even began to ring in his ears.
When the first enemy finally appeared in Fan's sight, Fan's curved body bounced up like a spring, and the alloy dagger in his hand cut the enemy's exposed throat almost instantly.
The alloy dagger that pierced the enemy's throat flew through Fan's hands like a butterfly, and then came out of his hand like a poisonous snake protruding to attack, directly piercing the second opponent's eye socket.
"Bang bang" two gunshots were fired almost at the same time.
The only remaining enemy pulled the trigger at this critical moment, with the muzzle of the gun pointed firmly in the direction of Fan, but it was he who fell in the end.
Fan pushed away the enemy who was blocking the gun in front of him, and then threw the pistol from the holster on the enemy's thigh to the ground.
Until this moment, the enemy's throat was still spraying blood.
Fan carefully removed the supplies carried by these people, then found a few usable ammunition, and then quickly disappeared among the clusters of boulders.
At this time, at the foot of the mountain in the distance, a rebel cyborg commander was full of anger.
"Sir, we have been unable to contact the third team since the gunshots were fired.
Now they, they are probably dead..."
A soldier said with some lack of confidence.
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"Asshole, this is already the fifth group of soldiers who died in his hands.
And the shameful thing is that they are all Cyborg soldiers.
Tell me what kind of Cyborg can kill fifteen opponents in a row?
Is it a high-level Cyborg?
Why are you such a bunch of trash here if you are a senior cyborg?"
the commander roared.
"Sir, no more people can die.
Let's give up.
Too many people have died in his hands, and there are not many Cyborg warriors left.
Brothers are starting to get scared now."
This soldier He said anxiously.
"Damn it, don't I know?
I need you to remind me," the commander roared angrily.
When his eyes came into contact with the remaining soldiers, he found that almost all of them had a touch of fear in their eyes.
Indeed, too many people in my group died in the hands of that damn guy, even completely surpassing the total number of kills of the nine people who had been killed.
The strength of this ghost-like enemy surpassed All of them imagined.
Brahman is like a devil that selects people and devours them tirelessly.
No matter who it is, no matter what time, no one who dares to attack him will survive.
But the commander's mission is to kill these ten people completely, especially since Fan's current position is very delicate.
He will never allow Fan to leave this area alive.
Then his expression began to struggle a little, and finally he spat heavily, "Fuck them all, I won't believe you can't catch him."
The soldiers who accepted the order had to go up from the foot of the mountain in groups.
Their low morale could be seen from their depressed expressions.
In the end, only nearly half of a company of a hundred people were still alive, and they were still alive.
Many of them were injured.
These soldiers, who were originally hunters, were cowering and moving forward like a group of prey at this moment.
The reason for all this was just because of that ghostly shadow.
"Cheer up and alert Master Kazel and the others.
We will all be walking around without food."
When they heard the commander say Kazel's name, many soldiers showed fear and had no choice but to brace themselves up and continue to shrink the shrinkage circle.
Sensing that almost all the enemies were on the move up and down the mountain, Fan ate a piece of compressed biscuit that he had just looted.
The five-day high-intensity battle had almost exhausted his energy.
He just wanted to take a good rest at the moment. , but he knew it was not the time yet.
His bloodshot eyes showed his persistence for survival.
He would not give up any hope of survival.
This was not only for himself, but also for the child who could only rely on him.
For the first time, Fan felt that there was something in his heart.
The power that he strives for is a power of faith that he has never experienced before, which is far more profound than the simple determination to survive.
Fan drank the last bit of drinking water he had collected, moved his limbs that were stiff due to exhaustion a little, found a direction and hurried over quietly.
On the other side far away from Fan, the Eighth and Ninth Companies, which had repelled the pursuers, were finally able to make some repairs.
Fortunately, the ten-man team led by Fan successfully contained enough enemies for the larger army, and It was precisely by virtue of the time they desperately created that the large forces could successfully complete their strategic retreat.
What Vatican didn't know was that his actions had won the respect of almost everyone.
Whether they were those who supported him or those who had previously opposed him, at this moment they had to admit that most of their lives were attributed to Vatican.
They paid for it with their own lives.
"Art, still can't contact Fan?"
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Qiangwei looked worried.
"There's nothing I can do.
The boss must have turned off the radio.
It seems he's still not out of the battle."
Art was a little serious.
"We try a few more times, maybe we can contact him."
Qiangwei said.
"No, contacting the boss too frequently may expose his position."
Art did not agree with Qiangwei's words.
"Don't worry, he will be fine."
Kurt said with a serious expression on the side.
"Vandu has survived situations that were even more dangerous than this before.
Do we still need to question his ability?"
the strong Gale said calmly.
"I hope so."
Art sighed softly.
"Well, have any of you seen Mandala?"
Mu, who was bandaging his wounds, suddenly raised his head and asked
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