In the basement on the second floor of the basement, in the C1 area of the warehouse area, gunshots and flames continued to appear.
In an abandoned warehouse, several containers were pushed to the gate to act as a temporary barrier. Relying on this simple but effective fortification, Rankin and others stretched out their gun barrels through the warehouse windows to greet the living corpses rushing towards the warehouse.
In the dense gunfire, the bullets pouring from the direction of the warehouse formed a metal torrent, impacting the cluster of living corpses rushing towards the warehouse. After such a battle lasted for half an hour, the last living corpse also fell under the impact of the bullets.
"Damn it!" Rankin cursed fiercely, not caring about his image, and sat down on the ground under the window.
After continuous high-intensity fighting, Rankin's face was no longer as rosy as before, but covered with a sickly paleness. Not only him, but the rest of the soldiers were also exhausted, and even their fingers trembled when they moved.
But they are all soldiers who have undergone rigorous training. After repelling this wave of living corpses, everyone silently took out marching nutrients from their carrying equipment. This kind of special nutrient that is unique to the army is several times more than the various nutrients contained in ordinary goods. At the same time, the smell is much worse. If ordinary nutrients taste like chewy wax, then marching nutrients taste like sickle bug droppings.
But neither Rankine nor the other soldiers swallowed a tube of nutrients without frowning, because they knew that although the nutrients were unpalatable, as long as they ate them, they would have the hope of living!
Nutrients In addition to various nutrients, there is also a small amount of water, which relieves everyone's throats that seem to be roasted by fire. After swallowing a few mouthfuls of saliva forcefully, Rankin climbed up while leaning on the wall, went to sit down next to the guerrilla Mag, and asked, "Man, how are you?"
"I can't die." Mag showed a weak smile, and tied a cloth strip on his thigh. The cloth strip was stained with blood. If you untie the cloth strip, you would find a hole the size of a chest on Mag's leg.
It was caused by the impact of armor-piercing bullets. Rankin looked at the wound on his leg and said fiercely: "Damn it, who is trying to hold me back?"
"Who else will be, 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 thigh hard: "Zero and the others walked in front of us, there is no reason for them to come back and make trouble for us. So it can only be Anthony, this despicable and shameless guy!"
"Captain, are we considering giving up this assessment?" McGonagall said in a low voice.
Although his voice was soft, it attracted the attention of the other soldiers, so they looked at Rankin one by one. On these faces, Rankine saw the fear of death and the confusion about the future. They haven't even passed the second-floor base, but they have already lost nearly half of their manpower, and they are almost running out of ammunition. Go on, God knows if anyone can survive.
"However, if we give up, we will have to live the rest of our lives as cowards!" Rankin said in a deep voice.
"We also know this, but Captain, sometimes you choose to give up, isn't it also a kind of courage?" McGonagall emphasized.
Rankin was speechless, and finally said: "Vote, if everyone chooses to go home, then I have nothing to say."
The results of the vote were obvious. Except for Rankine, everyone else expressed their desire to give up the assessment. But the final decision still 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, let's go home!"
He didn't want to give up just like that, and he didn't want to be sorry for his uncle who supported him, but Rankin couldn't choose now. Even if he insisted on advancing, the soldiers would follow, but their morale would definitely be low. A team without morale is no different from going to death.
In a low bungalow 450 meters southwest of the abandoned warehouse, the house used as an office has been occupied by Anthony and others. They encountered a small episode on the way to follow Rankine. The butcher who had followed Rankine and others turned back halfway and launched a crazy attack on them. This was due to the blood breath of a more advanced supernatural being attracting this higher ranking living corpse. In the end, Anthony and his party of course cleaned up this living corpse.
Although no one was sacrificed, there were bloodstains on Luca's back, and a piece of flesh was missing under Anthony's feet. Now, there is a sterilized cloth strip tied there, but the dissipated blood halo shows that the injury is not serious.
Betsy, who was in charge of monitoring Rankine's movements, said at the window: "Captain, the blaster team has left the warehouse."
Anthony, who was resting on the ground, immediately said, "Very well, let's follow him..."
"Wait, they seem to be going back the same way."
Betsy's voice interrupted Anthony's words. Anthony stood up, walked to the window himself and activated the remote observation mode of the helmet. When the picture continued to expand, Anthony clearly saw that Rankine's team left the warehouse in file, but instead of continuing towards the safe passage, they headed towards the upper exit.
"Are you planning to give up, coward!" Anthony cursed in a low voice, but he couldn't tell whether he was angry at Rankine's cowardly performance or at losing the bait.
Betsy next to him said, "Captain, there is a situation. Someone is approaching 500 meters to your left."
When Anthony heard this, he immediately looked in the direction Betsy pointed out. In the night god mode, a thin man is striding towards Rankin and the others. When Anthony's eyes fell on him, the man seemed to sense it and looked in Anthony's direction. But Anthony was observing him from 500 meters away, and the underground base was pitch black, so the man didn't gain anything.
But Anthony broke out in a cold sweat, and he was able to detect his sight in the dark. The other party must be a strong man above his own. And there was a slight hostility on the man's body, which meant that the person who came was not kind.
Anthony immediately gave up on continuing to observe this person, and pulled Betsy away from the window.
"What's the matter, captain?" Luca asked quickly when he noticed something was wrong.
Anthony whispered: "Everyone is quiet, control your heartbeat and body temperature, gentlemen. Something terrible is approaching."
The person who can make Anthony give such an order is naturally not simple. Others stop talking 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 existence.
However, Rankine's team was not as lucky as Anthony and the others. They left the warehouse with expressions of relief on their faces. Although he gave up the assessment, he saved his life. In this world, there is nothing better than being alive.
The entire base on the second floor of the basement was almost killed by Rankin's team. If you follow the original route and return, you will encounter very little resistance. But Rankin and the others didn't know that the biggest obstacle had already moved in their direction.
Rankin walked behind the team, and he shouldered greater responsibilities than the team members. After all, half of the honor and disgrace of the entire family rested on him, and he, who was unable to join the army, lost value to the family. Rankin could already imagine that his uncle who was a congressman would definitely neglect him.
Perhaps Rankin could keep this team, and then take over some tasks from the Asgard army as the head of the mercenary group. They could even leave Asgard and go to other cities in the wilderness to make a living. With Rankin and Mag's fifth-level strength, plus an average of about three-level soldiers, and gathering some wilderness mercenaries, they can be competent for most tasks, or become a resident mercenary group in a certain city.
In a few more years, Rankine could start a family or something.
But all of this is not what Rankine wants. But so what, the reality was in front of him, and he had to succumb.
When Rankin sighed softly, there was a sudden movement in his heart. At the same time, there was a scream in front of the team. Rankin looked up and saw Mag flying into the air. Something wrapped around Meg's neck and threw him up.
Rankin snorted, drew out his pistol and hit the thing that was entangled with Mag with precise bursts. But after the bullet hit the object, sparks were produced, and the sound of hitting metal was heard. Rankin froze for a moment, and at the moment of such a small distraction, Mag had already been taken to a space above ten meters. Before the other soldiers could save him, in night vision mode, Rankin saw a few black lines stabbing towards Mag fiercely!
Those things pierced through Mag's legs in an instant, and suddenly, a mournful howl sounded in the darkness.
The next moment, the unknown object moved left and right in Mag's body, tearing the guerrilla in half. A flower of flesh and blood bloomed in the air, and the minced meat, internal organs, intestines and blood poured down. The soldier who stood upright was immediately covered in Mag's blood and fine pieces of meat.
Everyone was stunned, and Rankine was no exception. But he quickly came back to his senses, raised his pistol with a growl, and shot in the direction of the unknown object over the crowd. The other soldiers also reacted, raising their machine guns and pressing the triggers tightly, venting their anger with dense barrage!
However, in the dark place 200 meters away from everyone, sparks kept splashing and the sound of hitting metal was heard continuously. Amid the maddening screams, the blaster team's suppressive firepower was completely blocked. After Rankin and his team members opened the magazine, the darkness was so quiet that it was hard to breathe.
In this maddening silence, suddenly there was another scream. Rankin didn't have time to warn, a black line was drawn from a distance. It wrapped around a soldier's neck, and at this moment Rankin saw clearly that it was a vine full of thorns. Rankin couldn't believe that the vines of this plant blocked all the bullets from his side.
In an instant, the vine retracted, leading the soldiers into the darkness. Immediately, the soldiers' screams sounded in the darkness, and then stopped for a moment, followed by the sound of water droplets. A moment later, the soldier's astonished head slowly rolled out of the darkness to Rankin's feet!