321 The corpse is buried

The heavy metal tracks ran over the cement floor, and two striped ruts covered with gray and white horizontal lines immediately appeared. Stepping on the scattered and cracked gravel, teams of fully armed skeleton soldiers surrounded the chariots, forming support for each other, and slowly walking towards the depths of the city covered by gunpowder and flames.

Without any large-scale resistance, all the warning towers marked on the map were empty. The machine gun fortress, which poses the greatest threat to infantry, was as quiet as death. Apart from occasionally firing a few ruthless and accurate sniper bullets from a distance, knocking a targeted target to explode on the spot, the assault troops that were fully equipped with forwards were no longer threatened. Even those snipers hiding outside the normal visual distance would quickly mark their positions on the electronic map by the battlefield surveillance soldiers who were moving forward with the team, and the fighter formations that were hovering over their heads to cover the attack would immediately fire ground-to-ground missiles at the designated coordinates according to the call situation.

Everything went so smoothly. The infantry supported by tanks continued to advance, and the artillery arranged behind the array had brought the entire city into range. The air escort formations maintained the absolute advantage of bombing and air strikes at any time in a rotational manner. The results of the battle seemed to have been doomed. From soldiers to officers, they all firmly believed that their side would win. After all... the Skeleton Knights had never failed. The black metal human bone pattern represents the most powerful dominant force in the wasteland world.

The lack of wind and the special regional structure made Yinyue City completely shrouded by thick and dark smoke. The visibility was extremely low, and the visual distance was only less than fifteen meters. Before the dust particles flying in the air completely fell, the shells and explosions once again brought out more fire smoke and earth chips. This situation is usually beneficial to defense and will also have a considerable negative impact on the course of the offensive group and judgment.

Walking slowly along the street, corpses were everywhere among the broken walls. Most of them were lying in the corners of the ruins and near the intersection of the street. Judging from the clothes and gray-old colors on their bodies, they should be civilians who had no time to avoid artillery fire and died in Hun1.

A skeleton officer wearing a lieutenant class seal in front of him strode forward, holding the AK 100 assault rifle tightly in his arms, and using the barrel to turn a dead body lying across the roadside. Through the oval mirror hole of the oxygen mask on his head, it can be seen that the deceased is an old man in his sixties. He opened his mouth wide, and two rows of incomplete dark yellow teeth were twisted, and his facial muscles and limbs were twisted into extremely unnatural angles. It seemed that death was very painful, as if he was inhaling too much smoke and dust during the running caused suffocation.

The lieutenant did not spend too much time on the old man's corpse. He walked a few steps forward and reached out to flip over another middle-aged female corpse that was thrown into a pile of stones. Her body was covered with smoke and blood, and her thin skin was dark. In the rolled-up sleeves, two arms with slightly scratched surfaces fell softly. The blood oozed out had solidified into disorderly black lines.

There were hundreds of corpses scattered among the ruins, and the actual number was much more than the part that could be seen by the eyes. They were distributed near huge craters, and they were tragic in death. Obviously, they did not leave the attack range in time and died in the shelling.

There was still no resistance, and the tanks were progressing slightly faster than when they first entered the city. The infantry following them began to clean up the surrounding houses and all suspicious corners along the main street. They teamed up with three, throwing grenades into the interior of the buildings that remained intact, or letting the pyrodisiacs in the team directly spray and burn. Explosions and fires came one after another, and the scorching stench and the smell of fire combined with each other. Except for the loud noise of stone beams falling from high places, there was no sound of human screams or groaning in pain.

There were no ambushers, and no anticipated counterattacks. The remaining personnel in Hidden Moon City seemed to have given up on fighting and moved all the civilians to the depths of the northern mountains. Although it is not clear why they were doing this so far, it is indeed good news for the skeleton soldiers who are moving in complex terrain.

Copyers also have an independent consciousness, and they also don't want to die in vain.

"Come on the armored forces and carefully clean up all suspicious buildings and don't let any target go."

He lifted the oxygen mask high to the top of his head and breathed the dirty gas that was spreading between his mouth and nose. The lieutenant gave orders to the soldiers who were following him in an orderly manner, and carried his rifle diagonally and slowly moved towards the depths of the smoke-filled street.

From the map, the front end of the skeleton troops rushing into Yinyue City from the east have penetrated to about 800 meters from the city's central square. Perhaps because the visibility is too low, the soldiers are not attacked from long-range. The noise is dispersed and everything becomes calm. Except for the roar of metal from the engine of the chariot, the only thing that can be heard in the ears is the collision of military boots stepping through the sand and stones on the ground.

“It’s so quiet.”

An officer with the major logo on his shoulder stopped and stared at the end of the street with a frown.

The lieutenant who followed next to him nodded, and the assault rifle in his hand was not relaxed at all.

From the active attack to the present, the assault forces have faced almost no resistance.

This is not normal.

Information shows that the city does not have many left-behind troops, but it has a huge amount of materials, equipment, and densely arranged defensive facilities. But until now, they have not exerted the power they should have. It seems... it is just a data-added paper game that is used to deceive the quality and does not actually exist.

The major pulled off the oxygen mask vigorously, mowed a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and gave two, and handed one to the lieutenant standing beside him.

The mask can provide oxygen, but cannot drive away the rubber smell that irritates the olfactory nerve at any time. On the premise that the air is not enough to achieve the effect of suffocation and death, even the replica soldier who walked out of the cultivation compartment would rather have his lungs smoked by nicotine than staying in the nausea and vomiting rubbery environment for even one second.

The lieutenant lit a cigarette and took a deep breath. Feeling the familiar mellow breath, which made the extremely nervous nerves relax and relax, the brain gradually relaxed the fixed consciousness restrictions, and the thinking tentacles began to extend to some parts that had not been explored before.

The skeleton soldiers were still wandering back and forth between the buildings, and the armored supply vehicles following behind the tank had stopped. The combat personnel carried heavy weapons out of the carriage and prepared to install them to form a fixed fire point. The infantry fighting vehicles responsible for transporting grenades and carrying large-caliber mortars were patrolled scattered. A tight shooting net was formed between the personnel and the vehicles, maintaining a strict search state.

For some reason, the lieutenant felt a vague feeling in his heart. Moreover, it became stronger and stronger, and his heart seemed to be stabbed out of his mouth at any time.

He didn't understand where the lingering premonition of danger came from in his mind?

The battle has been going well. There are few casualties and the armored troops have suffered almost no losses. If they encounter a raid, the troops can call for air support and ground artillery fire at any time. Even in the worst case, they can shoot poisonous gas warheads according to the needs of the battlefield to launch a complete killing of the lurkers. This chemical weapon, which was criticized in the old era and was strictly prohibited by various countries, can fully exert all its power in the wasteland world. - There is no so-called morality here, and humans in the world are the result of the sprinkling of life by the Skeleton Knights. Even if they kill all of them, it is just equivalent to the owner killing a pig locked in the circle.

Thinking of this, the lieutenant shook his head and smiled with a self-deprecating smile, loosened his fingers, and the cigarette butt sandwiched between his fingers gently fell on the ground. He raised his feet and crushed it with his heavy forefoot of military boots. While taking off the assault rifle on his shoulder, his eyes naturally touched a cracked crater on the side of the road.

The soil on the surface of the pit was charred and had traces of burning after high temperatures. There were spots of blood stains hanging on the wall next to it, and human limbs and bone fragments fell on the top of the collapsed brick wall.

The lieutenant suddenly turned his head and stared at the street leading to the outside of the city, his eyes jumping uncontrollably. Suddenly, he rushed into the nearest broken house as fast as possible, grabbed a body lying on the ground from the ground, and quickly glanced with his trembling and desperately wide eyes.

This is a woman in her thirties, with a scattered head and a coarse cloth blouse full of patches. Her pupils were dilated, she was breathless, and her skin surface showed abnormal darkness.

She is dead.

There are no wounds on the surface of the body, no clothes are damaged, and there are no traces such as being crushed by heavy objects, smashed, or cut.

The lieutenant's face turned pale, and a large drop of cold sweat slowly oozed out of his forehead.

He finally understood where that intense uneasiness came from.

The offensive troops only launched a range of shelling on the city, and the targets of the air bombing were only aimed at the defenders' counterattack artillery fire. The dead body in the explosion could not be kept intact, and the surface was even more scorched by high temperature burning. Under normal circumstances, the body of the deceased should be broken and broken, rather than being preserved intact as it is now.

Not only this one, but every body has been intact since entering the city. Even... not even the most basic gunshot wound has appeared.

It feels like... they should not be the original residents in the city. Instead, they were carried there for resettlement after the shelling.

Corpse?

A chill spread from the lieutenant's head and instantly penetrated through his whole body.

Looking towards the way behind him, the lieutenant's pupils quickly dilate and contract, and the shape of his eyeballs also changed slightly accordingly. Within the line of sight, dozens of black dots staggering in the thick smoke had appeared. It was very blurry and could barely see the appearance of humans.

Not only the streets, but also more and more figures appeared on the open spaces of the complex. Their movements were very slow, stiff and slow, as if they were looking for targets, but the range they occupied had already formed semi-arc lines, surrounding the entire assault team in the middle.

"Rely on the chariot, turn around the direction of travel, and call for artillery fire support. Quick———”

As soon as the warning was issued, the skeleton soldiers scattered among the ruins had already screamed in a row. The dense gunshots instantly filled the entire city, and the dark smoke and dust obscured the murderous objects hidden in it. People could only use the objects available around them as obstacles to shoot desperately at their selected targets.

Black shadows were constantly hit by bullets, and they seemed to be unaffected. They were just pulled by the huge impact force and pulled a few steps towards the direction of the missile's flying. Under the prick of fire and smoke, they moved faster and faster and more agile. The scattered stones and buildings could not be blocked at all. Strange shadows were running back and forth between the walls and the streets.

"boom----"

A heavy tank's muzzle spewed out a blazing flame, and a dazzling red light exploded hundreds of meters away. Two black shadows closest to the landing point of the shell burst out on the spot, and it was even clear that the lower part of their bodies had blown away. There was no scream or a scream that was not expected, as if they were just two lifeless mechanical products.

A soldier standing on the roof responsible for monitoring suddenly opened his eyes. In his light gray pupils, two shadows crawling forward between bricks and gravel were reflected. They were not dead, only two ragged arms left. They were hung with scorched skin and pus arms on the surface, but they did not say a word, and were still supporting their bodies to move forward bit by bit.

"This, what exactly is this?"

The pale-faced soldier raised his gun tremblingly, aimed at the shadow closest to shoot hard. The powerful impact of the bullet carried it back several meters away. After several rolls, almost all the internal organs fell off from the broken abdominal cavity. It... could still struggle to continue crawling forward. A fearful deterrent low sarrow appeared in the throat.

They are humans.

To be precise, it was once a human.

The corpses scattered among the ruins began to resurrect. After the first few minutes of slow movement, the cells that revived from the dormant pricked the unconscious torso and entered a more sensitive and active state. The controlled nervous system kept the muscles that should have been stiff still soft. They surrounded them from all directions, blocked the retreat, blocked the way, stretched out their limbs with sharp armored claws, and frantically hunted every ** creature that entered its own perception range.

"Group attacks, find out their weaknesses as soon as possible———"

The lieutenant roared quickly, commanding the soldiers to form fire points near the chariot. The anti-aircraft machine guns mounted on the top of the nearby wall also sprayed a series of amazing bullets, knocking the black shadows rushing in the front to the top. The gunshots and explosions became more and more intense, and the mud and sand on the wall were shaken off layer by layer. The powerful counterattack broke through gaps in the group of zombies that were surrounded and killed. The corpse people with the largest number of bullets were completely lying on the ground and never moving again. In Hun1, the skeleton soldiers could not tell where the real key position was. But no matter what, these creatures that changed from the corpse would still die, which means that they were not absolutely invincible."

A living zombie roared, and his hind limbs suddenly jumped to the top of the wall at a distance of humanity, and rushed straight towards the tight guard circle. The hard horny claws brought out a flash of fire on the cement wall, and the mutated limbs burst out with incredible powerful force. A few leaps had already crossed more than ten meters away, and then soared into the air, waving his right hand that had grown out of ten centimeters of sharp nails, easily tearing apart the throat of a skeleton soldier.

"Hold the gap, the person behind him fills the shooting position———"

Before the lieutenant finished speaking, the muzzle of a main battle tank parked on the side of the infantry group suddenly lit up. As the huge and heavy body of the car suddenly trembled backward, the shells that had emerged from the chamber shot straight towards the zombies that had already rushed towards the zombies. A loud bang, a ball of hot and bright red light burst out.

"Come on with the tanks and rush out as soon as possible. They are so many that we can't..."

In the case of hun battle, the lieutenant could not call for artillery support. The lieutenant could only lead his team members to break out of the city according to the fixed tactical rules in his memory. The moment he blurted out, he suddenly felt a black shadow jumping out from the side, watching a hand covered with brown dry wrinkled skin stretching over, holding his neck hard, twisting it hard... Then, the lieutenant felt the rough sound of the throat bone being crushed from his eardrum, and his body suddenly became very light, and he could hardly feel the weight. Soon, he could no longer control his body, so he could only stare wide and glar at his rising and higher from the ground, turning his position, and in an extremely strange position, the last picture that his eyes could capture would always be retained in the center of his pupils.

It was the female corpse that she finally picked up from a pile of stones. Her hands, feet, and limbs suddenly became twice the length of normal state. Black and gray horny claws stretched out from the tips of her ten fingers, and there was almost no change in her body. The expression on her face still maintained the coldness and coldness before death, like an inanimate machine, unable to laugh or cry, but she could accurately find the positions of the skeleton soldiers, splitting and tearing their bodies.

It cut off my head!

A chariot rushed out with enough power, knocking the corpse lying on the headless lieutenant, and the wide track ran over and pressed the corpse who had not yet turned around. It obviously could not feel the pain, and the double tui that had turned into flat pulp could not make it fear at all. It still waved its open finger claws and slashed hard through the surface of the car body, bringing shocking white groove marks and a series of flying and jumping fires.
Chapter completed!