However, no matter how complicated the battle is, it will end at that moment.
A few minutes later, the battle on the motorcycle came to an end.
"Stab it!"
With the last weird gray rat that jumped into the carriage, the escort captain with thick eyebrows stabbed him to death with the wind blade at the end of his weapon. All the weird gray rats died, and the escort won the battle.
However, this does not mean that the escort has no losses.
During the battle, an escort was dragged out of the car window by a strange squirrel and died on the spot. Even his body was not recovered.
As many as five escort personnel were bitten by strange gray rats that jumped into the car window and lost most of their combat effectiveness. In total, the entire escort team of thirty people had already lost 20% of its combat strength.
At this time, the specialized medical personnel in the escort team, carrying a red box, quickly walked to the injured person, squatted down and took out knives and medicine from the box to help treat the wounds.
After the treatment, a bottle of silver powder was sprinkled on the wound, and then a bottle of clear liquid was poured.
"brush-"
As the transparent liquid came into contact with the silver powder, a sheet of white frost suddenly formed around it, freezing the wound and preventing it from deteriorating further.
The wounded man groaned, and then his frown relaxed, as if the pain was relieved.
The medical staff then tied up the wound with gauze, and then asked Philip to wait for the crew to help carry the injured to an empty car to rest.
Facing the person who saved their lives, Philip and others naturally had no reason to refuse and quickly complied.
Everything seems to have come to an end.
However, the thick-browed captain had a solemn expression, as if he had something on his mind.
Locomotive commander Bob walked up to the other party and said in a somewhat intimate manner: "Captain Zhante, right? I'm sorry that your men suffered casualties. But it was precisely because of their casualties that we all were saved and protected." After the locomotive returns to Red Rock City, I will report the situation to the superiors truthfully and ask them to award you medals."
The thick-browed captain named Zhante glanced at Bob, smiled politely, and then regained his solemn expression and said: "Captain, the medal is not what I am considering now. To be honest, if it is possible, I'd rather not have any medals.
After all, as the saying goes, a first-class medal is earned with blood, a second-class medal is earned while lying in a hospital bed, and a third-class medal is received by a widow—this is the Richard Silver Leaf Medal, not to mention the Richard Gold Leaf Medal. It is not prepared for us ordinary people at all. For us ordinary people, receiving a medal brings honor and benefits, but the dangers we experienced before that were too great. "
"Captain Zante, what are you worried about?" Bob asked doubtfully.
"I'm worried that maybe the danger we are facing is not over yet." Zhante said seriously. "The strange swarm of rats that appeared this time was too sudden and does not conform to some investigation data. Rather than saying it is an emergency, I am more inclined to think it is a large-scale situation. It is a precursor to the outbreak of the beast tide. If it is really a precursor, then it is very likely that we will not only encounter this attack, but there will be more attacks in the future."
Bob's eyes widened little by little, and he forced a smile: "Captain Zante, are you serious?"
"certainly."
"Then how big a danger do you think we will encounter next?"
"At least a second-level Richard Silver Leaf Medal, maybe a third-level Richard Silver Leaf Medal," Zhante said.
Bob: "..." His breathing suddenly stopped for a short time.
"boom!"
Just when Bob’s mind was still blank and he hadn’t fully digested the information, “the door of the carriage next to him was violently opened by an escort member.
The opponent held a small cylinder in his hand and looked at Zhante with a somewhat rapid breathing: "Captain, the right front, level two danger!"
Zhante's thick eyebrows stood up, and he quickly took the small cylinder under his hand, "brushed it" and stretched it, put it on his eyes and looked out the car window.
Bob looked in the direction Zante was looking with some fear. Without a telescope, there would be no far-sightedness beyond the physiological limits of the human body. But he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he still saw a shadow rushing towards the locomotive on the horizon.
That is!
"Five miles away, more than a hundred in number, weird rat-like creatures." At this time, Zhante said while putting down the telescope.
Glancing at his men, Zhante said: "Let everyone who is capable of fighting start preparing to fight."
"yes!"
The men turned and left.
Zhante glanced at Bob again and said: "Locomotive commander, let your people get ready. This time is likely to be more dangerous than before, and the casualties will be greater. It is difficult for me to guarantee that nothing will happen to your people, so Let them pay attention to themselves."
"Hey, okay." Bob swallowed, knowing that Zante was telling the truth, he turned back to the office car and began to announce the bad news.
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moment.
A group of crew members were holding iron bars, wrenches and other strange weapons. They stood in the carriage with their bodies trembling, ready for battle.
The escorts once again occupied the window and aimed at the approaching group of strange creatures.
The strange creatures this time were very similar to last time. Most of them were rats the size of hunting dogs, but they were brown.
There were about one hundred and twenty strange brown rats, which did not make the people in the car too desperate. However, in addition to them, there was also a giant rat who seemed to be the leader of the rat group.
It seemed to be the evolved form of a weird brown rat. It was about the size of a calf. Most of the hair on its body had fallen off, exposing a beetle-like shell underneath.
At a distance of more than 100 meters, Zhante made several test shots with his weapon and found that the beam that could kill the brown rat in one hit would only make a bloody hole at most and even cause serious injuries when it hit the giant rat. Can't do it.
This was obviously bad news, and everyone's hearts sank.
"Hi~roar~"
The strange group of brown rats kept approaching the locomotive. Just like last time, when they got close to 50 meters, Zhante ordered an attack.
"Boohoo!"
A dense beam of light flew out, killing the weird brown rats one after another. However, the brown rats that were not killed were getting closer and closer to the motorcycle.
During this process, the hairless giant rat received intensive "care" and suffered at least more than ten beam attacks. There were blood holes all over its body and blood flowed across it. However, it did not affect its ability to move at all. It quickly approached the motorcycle with the weird brown rat. Within ten meters.
"boom!"
Then the hairless giant rat suddenly stepped on the ground and rushed towards the motorcycle.
At this moment, everyone felt a strong sense of crisis. In an instant, more than half of the escort personnel focused their fire on the hairless giant rat. The crew members could not help but throw their weapons out and hit the giant rat, hoping to cause some damage. A little harm.
"Bang bang bang!"
The super concentrated fire damage and the huge force knocked the giant rat stagnant in the air, with blood blooming in many places on its abdomen, and then fell to the ground angrily.
Suddenly turning over, the giant rat bounced up and continued to chase the motorcycle, trying to pounce on it a second time.
This puts tremendous pressure on everyone.
The hairless giant rat is like an unkillable cockroach that no one can ignore and cannot solve. The most important thing is that every time the hairless giant rat attacks, it will attract a lot of firepower. Even if it is unable to attack the motorcycle under the concentrated fire, other weird brown rats will find the opportunity to attack the motorcycle and cause a lot of trouble to the escort members.
In just over two minutes, three escort members were seriously injured, and Zhante himself had a wound on his arm.
After seeing the giant hairless rat swooping down for the third time and being repelled by concentrated fire, it still didn't give up chasing the motorcycle. Zhante touched the wound on his arm with a fierce look in his eyes.
Turning his head, Zhante said to one of his men: "I remember that among the goods transported this time, there were steel fists, right? Go and get them from the cargo compartment for me."
"Steel Fist? Are you using it now, Captain?" The subordinate hesitated, "We are not authorized. Isn't it a violation?"
"I know I'm not authorized, but after everyone is dead, it's too late to say anything. If there's any problem, I'll take care of it. Just go and get me that damn steel fist. I want to take a look. How tough is this bald rat? Can it even withstand a steel fist?"
"Yes, I understand, captain!" The subordinate said no more and quickly ran towards one of the carriages.
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