Soldier Assault: Visitors from Ten Continents

Ji Ming: "That's great."

Xu Sanduo: "Continue to what?"

Ji Ming: "Report at any time and continue the mission."

Xu Sanduo: "Who should I report to, and what can I do alone?"

Squelch, no more sound.

Xu Sanduo: "C1? Where are you?...C1? Talk....Ji Ming? Ji Ming!"

There is no more sound.

Xu Sanduo touched the wall and sat down, enclosed in a cover isolated from the world, enclosed in darkness and poisonous gas, there was no other sound except his own breathing.

Xu Sanduo: "Ji Ming, take me back...I'm following up, over."

Desperate in the dark.

The ground cover was lifted, Xu Sanduo got out, rested in hiding, and checked whether his protective clothing was intact.

The actual physical strength may not be consumed too much, but fear is really a thing that consumes too much mental energy.

Luckily it didn't break.

Xu Sanduo started to check the communicator again, but the thing didn't make any sound again.

With the protective clothing that dare not be opened, that kind of inspection can only be meaningless.

"I'm C4, number 4 of Group C, does anyone hear?"

No one responded, Xu Sanduo smiled wryly in his mask.

Ji Ming said to inform, who to inform?There was no more sound from the intercom.

In this sealed suit, Xu Sanduo was isolated from the world.

After his breath was settled, Xu Sanduo finally decided to be a good soldier, that is, a soldier who doesn't think wildly, and he went vigilantly to the final destination.

Xu Sanduo: "I'm in the fourth workshop, I'm following up, over."

Someone on the tower aimed at Xu Sanduo.

The bullet flew past Xu Sanduo's head, Xu Sanduo turned around, fired from a long distance, and then maintained that aiming posture.

There was no more movement, except for the half of the gun barrel that was crooked outside, it seemed that there was never anyone who shot him.

Xu Sanduo stared at the gun with a dazed expression, completely unaware that he might have killed someone just now.

Could it be that I read too much information last night and had a dream?

All of a sudden gunshots were aimed at him.

Xu Sanduo ran wildly, and his opponent's marksmanship was equally accurate.

Xu Sanduo got down on the ground and looked for the person who shot him from under the crack of the track, but he couldn't see anyone.

Opponents are good at hiding and come in small groups.

A bullet hit the other end of the railway track, and the palpitating scream told Xu Sanduo that this was not a dream.

Xu Sanduo threw a roadbed towards one place, and when he expected to attract the other party's attention, he threw a flash bomb in that direction.

Taking advantage of the strong light, Xu Sanduo jumped up and ran wildly.

The gunshots followed immediately, and it seemed that there were still some undeceived guys in the opponent's hands.

Xu Sanduo rolled over and plunged into another factory building.

The gunfire stopped, and he picked up the stone that Xu Sanduo had just thrown with one hand, and weighed it in his hand.

Others surrounded the factory building in several ways.

They didn't wear chemical suits, just gas masks.

But there was no one in the factory building. Several people moved their eyes upwards and fixed on a transport truck hanging above. Several people planned to go up the ladder next to it, and several people aimed at the truck bucket to wait for attack.

One person shook his head and threw the stone in his hand, which was the one thrown by Xu Sanduo.

He stared at the body of the truck in a leisurely manner, and smashed the stone on it.

There was a hollow clanging sound.

The man said: "Empty."

Then they left without a sound.

Xu Sanduo supported himself with his hands and feet, allowing himself to hang in the air on the truck body. At this moment, he slowly let go of his hands and feet, allowing himself to fall back into the truck body.

Xu Sanduo moved around in the factory building.

"I'm following up, crossing the rails to the main warehouse, over."

The intercom didn't respond, and Xu Sanduo didn't expect it to respond. Talking like this made him feel that he was not alone.

He looked out through the transom.Outside the window is the railroad track, empty and unobstructed, without any cover, like a dead zone.

Xu Sanduo: "Can you hear me? The gangsters are very professional, all the entrances are blocked, their gunmen are hidden, you must be careful... I don't understand, they only wear gas masks, really, that can't prevent the dose reported by C3 …Maybe, I mean maybe the pollution here is not as bad as the tunnel...I want to try.”

He was silent, what does it mean to try it out, the only tool he can use to test is himself.

Xu Sanduo touched the interface between the hood and the clothes.

Xu Sanduo: "I repeat, send someone to rescue my teammate at 537 o'clock, maybe they can still be saved. Also, if... if I die, let Xiaoyi give my pension to my father... I don't know how much. "

Alright, he himself felt agitated, he gritted his teeth and pulled the seal open, allowing the outside air to seep in.

Waiting, waiting for a poisoning reaction or even death.

Nothing happened.

Xu Sanduo took off his mask, took a light breath, and coughed slightly, which was purely psychological: "I'm not dead. I may have been poisoned... Maybe it's chronic... But it's too inconvenient to wear this, so we just like a target..."

He was stunned by his last words.

Xu Sanduo entered the worker's rest room. He rummaged through the room. There were rows of iron cabinets that had become deformed and rusted. Finally, he found what he needed most: a work sweater that had been discarded by the owner long ago. lump.

Xu Sanduo looked at the dress: "I'm following up, I can't keep in touch anymore, it's over."

He took off the intercom.

A man walked across the empty tracks, wearing a mask and soiled overalls like the gangsters, with a pistol in one hand.

That was Xu Sanduo, his face under the mask was pale with tension, but he tried his best to walk as relaxed as possible, accompanied by occasional pauses and aimless fingers at the muzzle, making the gunman in the dark feel that he was checking something.

Walking through the middle of the railway track, a gunman who could not be seen on the opposite side appeared in sight. A dozen meters away, he used steel and cement to build a barrier for himself. He himself only showed a face wearing a gas mask and the muzzle of the gun.

Xu Sanduo looked at him, then turned away, and suppressed the urge to escape from the shooting range.

Two eyes were burning on his back, and the muzzle of the gun remained in his direction.

Xu Sanduo tucked the gun, unbuttoned his trousers, and began to pee. This act of pretending to be relaxed finally made it difficult for him to step down, because he couldn't pee when he was so nervous.

Gunner: "Don't pee here."

After saving him, Xu Sanduo walked towards a corner of the warehouse area, which is a corner suitable for defecation, and of course it is also a corner more suitable for urinating.

There was another one, huddled behind the window of the factory building, and took a very tricky shooting angle, only showing half of his face and muzzle.

Xu Sanduo stopped and waved to the No. 1 shooter he encountered. The other party didn't understand his sudden enthusiasm, but the No. 2 shooter couldn't see him, and subconsciously understood this expression as his own.

The author has something to say: Ah Tian, ​​it’s a pity that I wrote such a long reply to explain to you last time, anyway, I won’t reply to you again in the future, so you can scold me, I won’t talk.