War Lord

In the second basement base, in the c1 area of ​​the warehouse area, gunshots and fires continued to appear.

In an abandoned warehouse, several containers were pushed to the gate to act as temporary obstacles. Relying on this simple but effective fortification, Rankine and the others extended the barrel of the gun through the window of the warehouse to greet the living corpses who leaped into the warehouse.

In the dense gunfire, the bullets pouring from the direction of the warehouse formed a torrent of metal, impacting the clusters of living corpses that pounced towards the warehouse. After this battle lasted for half an hour, the last living corpse also fell under the impact of the bullet.

"Damn it!" Rankin cursed fiercely, ignoring any image, and sat down on the ground under the window.

After the continuous high-density battle, Rankine's face was no longer ruddy, but a sickly pale. Not only him, but the rest of the soldiers have also experienced physical exertion, and they tremble even when they move their fingers.

But they were all strictly trained soldiers. After repelling this wave of living corpses, everyone quietly took out the marching nutrients from their carrying equipment. This kind of special nutrients only available to the military is several times more than the various nutrients contained in ordinary goods. At the same time, the taste is much more unpleasant. If the taste of ordinary nutrients is the same as that of chewing wax, then the taste of marching nutrients is no different from that of sickle bug feces.

But neither Rankine nor the other soldiers swallowed a tube of nutrients without frowning, because they knew that although the nutrients were unpalatable, they would have the hope of living as long as they eat it!

Nutrients In addition to various nutrients, there is also a small amount of water, which relieves everyone's throats that seem to be burned by the fire. Rankine swallowed a few spitting saliva vigorously, then he helped the wall to climb up, walked to the guerrilla McGonagall and sat down, and asked, "Man, how are you?"

"I can't die." McGonagall smiled weakly and tied a strip of cloth around his thigh. The cloth strip was stained with blood, if you untie the cloth strip, you will find a mouth-sized hole in McGonagall's leg.

That was caused by the blow of the armor-piercing bullet. Rankine looked at the wound on his leg and said fiercely: "Damn, who is trying to drag Lao Tzu's hind legs."

"Who else, if it's not zero, it's Anthony and the others." McGonagall took a deep breath and said.

"It must be Anthony!" Rankin slapped his lap severely, "Zero and they walked in front of us, and there is no reason to come back and have trouble with us. So it can only be Anthony, this shameless fellow!"

"Captain, do we consider giving up this assessment?" McGonagall whispered.

Although his voice was soft, it attracted the attention of other soldiers, so he looked at Rankine. In these faces, Rankine saw the fear of death and the confusion about the future. They have not even passed the second floor base, but they have lost nearly half of their manpower, and even the ammunition is almost exhausted. Going on, God knows if anyone can survive.

"However, if we give up, we will have to carry the name of a coward for a lifetime!" Rankin said in a deep voice.

"We also know this, but the captain sometimes chooses to give up, isn't it also a kind of courage?" McGonagall emphasized.

Rankine was speechless, and finally said: "Vote, if everyone chooses to go home, then I have nothing to say."

The result of the voting was obvious. Except for Rankine, everyone else expressed their desire to abandon the assessment. But the final decision had to be made by Rankine, so everyone looked at Rankine. Rankin looked at them, and finally said heavily: "Take a break for 10 minutes, and then we will go home!"

He didn't want to just give up, he didn't want to apologize for his uncle who supported him, but now he can't make a choice. Even if he insisted on advancing, the soldiers would follow, but morale would definitely be low. A team with no morale is no different from going to death.

In a low-rise bungalow 450 meters southwest of the abandoned warehouse, the house originally used as an office place has been occupied by Anthony and others. They encountered a small episode on their way to follow Rankine. The butcher who had followed Rankine and others turned back midway and launched a frantic attack on them. This stemmed from the blood aura of a higher-level ability person attracting this higher-ranked living corpse, and finally, Anthony and his party naturally cleaned up the living corpse.

Although no one was sacrificed, there were blood stains on Luca's back and Anthony's feet were missing a piece of flesh. Right now, there was a sterile cloth strapped there, but the bleeding halo showed that the injury was not light.

Betsy, who is in charge of monitoring Rankine's activities, said at the window: "Captain, the blaster team has left the warehouse."

Anthony, who was sitting on the ground resting, said immediately: "Very well, let's follow him..."

"Wait, they seem to be going back the same way."

Betsy's voice interrupted Anthony. Anthony stood up, walked to the window and activated the remote observation mode of the helmet. When the picture continued to expand, Anthony clearly saw Rankine's team leaving the warehouse in file, but did not continue to move in the direction of the safe passage, and instead proceeded in the direction of the upper exit.

"I actually planned to give up, coward!" Anthony whispered, but couldn't tell whether he was angry for the cowardly performance of Rankine's team or the loss of the bait.

But Betsy next to him said: "Captain, something is happening. Someone is approaching 500 meters away on your left."

Anthony heard the words and immediately looked in the direction Betsy pointed out. In the night **** mode, a thin man ran from Zheng to the direction of Rankine and others. When Anthony's gaze fell on him, the man seemed to feel it and looked in Anthony's direction. But Anthony was observing him 500 meters away, and the underground base was completely dark, and the man did not gain anything.

But Anthony was born in a cold sweat and could detect his sight in the dark. The opponent must be a strong person above his own line. And there was a slight hostile evil spirit on the man's body, indicating that the person who came was not good.

Anthony gave up his continued observation of this man for the first time, and pulled Betsy away from the window.

"What's the matter, Captain?" Luca quickly asked when he realized there was a difference.

Anthony whispered: "Quite all of you, control your heartbeat and body temperature, gentlemen. Someone is approaching."

It is naturally not easy for Anthony to give such orders. Others no longer talk nonsense, and try their best to control their heartbeat and body temperature, so as not to let them be too fast or too high, and expose their own existence.

However, Rankine's team was not as lucky as Anthony. They left the warehouse with a relieved expression on everyone's face. Although he gave up the assessment, he saved his life. In this world, there is nothing better than living.

The entire basement on the second basement was almost smashed into blood by Rankine's team, returning along the same path, with very little resistance. But Rankine didn't know it, the biggest obstacle had already moved in their direction.

Rankine walked behind the team, he was burdened with greater responsibilities than the players. After all, the honor and disgrace of the entire family rested on him. He was unable to join the army and lost value to the family. Rankine can already imagine that his uncle who is a member of Parliament will definitely leave him in the cold.

Perhaps Rankine can keep this team and take over some of the tasks of the Asgart military as the head of the mercenary. They can even leave Asgart and go to other cities in the wilderness to make a living. With Rankine and McGonagall's Tier 5 strength, plus an average of Tier 3 soldiers, and then gather some wilderness mercenaries, they can perform most tasks, or become a permanent mercenary regiment in a certain city.

In this way, in a few years, Rankine can still set up a family or something.

But all this is not what Rankine wants. But what could he do? The reality was before his eyes, and he had to give in.

When Rankine let out a soft sigh, his heart suddenly moved. At the same time, there was an exclamation in front of the team, and Rankine looked up and saw McGonagall flying into the air. Something wrapped around McGonagall's neck and threw him up.

Rankine snorted, and drew out his pistol to hit the thing that was pestering McGonagall with a precise shot. But after the bullet hit the object, a big spark was emitted and the sound of hitting metal was heard. Rankine was taken aback, and McGonagall had been taken to a space ten meters above when he was so distracted. Before the other soldiers were rescued, Rankine saw several black lines stab at McGonagall in the night vision mode!

Those things pierced in between McGonagall's legs in an instant, and suddenly there was a stern howl in the darkness.

In the next moment, an unknown object left and right inside McGonagall's body ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and the guerrilla was torn in half alive. A flower of flesh and blood bloomed in the air, and the minced meat, organs, intestines and blood poured down. The soldier who stood brighter was immediately covered with McGonagall's blood and finely chopped pieces of meat.

Everyone stayed, and Rankine was no exception. But he quickly recovered, and roared and raised his pistol, passing the crowd and shooting in the direction of unknown objects. The other soldiers also reacted, raising their machine guns and pressing the trigger, venting their anger with dense barrage!

However, in a dark place 200 meters away from the crowd, sparks continued to splash, and the sound of hitting the metal was heard continuously. In the insanely sharp whistling, the fire suppression of the Demolition Squad was completely blocked. When Rankine and the team opened the magazine, the darkness was so quiet that it was impossible to breathe.

In this maddening silence, suddenly there was a scream. Rankine was too late to warn, and a black line was drawn from a distance. It wrapped a soldier's neck, and Rankine saw clearly that it was a vine full of thorns. Rankine couldn't believe that the vines of this plant had blocked all the bullets he had left.

In an instant, the vine retracted and led the soldiers into the darkness. The soldiers' screams immediately sounded in the darkness, and then stopped again, followed by the sound of water droplets. After a while, the soldier's head full of astonishment slowly rolled from the darkness to Rankine's feet!