After his question, a man with a stern face sitting on the right immediately spoke up:"Ridiculous! There's no way a bandit hideout can demand to operate independently. This is nothing less than a rebellious tumor. If we let them grow unchecked, it will spread like a plague, metastasizing everywhere, and no one will care about the government anymore. I believe we must immediately strike against this place to set an example for other bandit bases."His tone was as harsh as his expression, but despite its severity, it made sense, earning considerable agreement. Some suggested conducting a more thorough investigation before attacking, cautioning against being too hasty. Others proposed a surprise night attack, catching Hope Town off guard and giving them no chance to respond.The calls for an attack on Hope Town grew louder. Yosef, Valiant, and Zoran, sitting there, had faces that constantly shifted with tension. Even Richard was silently sweating. He hadn’t expected Hope Town's desire t
Hearing Xenon's analysis, Zared couldn't help but carefully ponder. He had been a regular soldier for over 20 years, with conservative and outdated thinking, but in this apocalypse, he also had to gradually adapt, as everything had changed.Nevertheless, he still didn't change his mind and spoke slowly:"We will prepare more thoroughly than the previous action, ensuring we can successfully eliminate the enemy's main force."Xenon shook his head and said:"From the humble tone of this document, the other party doesn't seem to be a bloodthirsty brute, and definitely not a brainless musclehead. On the contrary, they think very carefully. So, if they're pushed into a corner, and instead of fighting, they just want to destroy and flee, what then? What if they destroy all the military equipment before running, throw all the weapons and ammunition into the Grieving River, burn the town to the ground, and even kill all the survivors? What benefit would we get?"Xenon's words made a lot of sen
Previously, when they fought on the Pinecrest battlefield, they had mostly relied on runners or stationed people to watch drone altitudes for danger—highly reactive and passive. Now, with this device, they could execute tactics over a much larger area without worrying about delayed information, nor fear that any team would be ambushed or surrounded without time to retreat.Nicky, sitting next to Memphis, enthusiastically introduced:"These radio sets belonged to Cormac Dennis; he said they were used for communication during drug trafficking."Memphis nodded quietly to himself, once again reassessing the strength of the Midnight Ravens organization. This wasn’t a simple group dealing with a few grams of drugs here and there. They were moving hundreds of kilos, infiltrating the government, equipped with military-grade weapons and communication systems. They resembled a transnational crime syndicate more than a typical criminal organization."Who knows, maybe they even have ballistic mis
"Maybe they found something underground? Or did they get high on a stash of drugs the Midnight Ravens hid away, and now they’re too spaced out to think straight?"If it weren't for the fact that the zombie horde still exhibited a certain level of order, Memphis would have suspected that the big-headed one was already dead.The convoy continued advancing, and at a distance of 1.7 kilometers, they finally encountered an anomaly."Oeeeeeee..."The sound of a pitiful wail, one that was all too familiar, echoed out, and Memphis couldn't help but feel a heaviness in his heart because that sound signified an attack, not reconnaissance.Did that little creature not need "Sonic Positioning"? Could it attack at any time?A few seconds later, the radio transmission from Squad 3, led by Wylie, came through, reporting that they had been hit by a mental attack. The intensity wasn't too high, and they could still continue fighting."Tell them to stay in position and clear out the zombies. Squad 2, c
Numerous blood-red energy shields quivered intensely, and cracks began appearing on the Light Armor and zombie bodies. Some of the Speed Type zombies, whose defenses were inherently weaker, showed signs of breaking.Yet the zombies didn't give up; many of them charged into the area, taking turns bearing the brunt of the explosion. The immense energy from the thermobaric explosion caused by the PG-9V shell was dispersed into smaller portions, spreading across countless zombies below.A few seconds passed, the dust and flames dissipated in the wind, and in the central area, not a single zombie had perished. Even the injuries were scattered and minor. With their incredible regenerative abilities, these wounds would soon heal, rendering them negligible.
About 10 seconds later, a faint voice suddenly spoke from the corner:"I... Can I make a suggestion?"Memphis immediately looked to the side, and all the other squad leaders also turned their eyes. The speaker was a beautiful woman, with a trace of unusual allure in the corner of her eyes, but right now she appeared somewhat nervous, with a hint of excitement and faint fear.Memphis raised his hand encouragingly and said:"Captain Qiao, what we need most now are suggestions. Feel free to speak."Under so many eyes, Irma seemed a little flustered. She swallowed and turned to Lazarus:"Captain Stein, is route A3 - B27 the most open, with the fewest obstacles and no sharp turns?"She had already noticed the terrain when following Jarred on that route, which was quite open, but she wanted to make sure.Lazarus quickly nodded and replied:"Yes, it's very open, no vehicles blocking the way, and it can spill out into the surrounding empty lots. The distance is more than 2 kilometers of a str
In the rear line, another meeting was convened, with the goal of maximizing the number of shots fired, without worrying about sustaining Light Armor.This time, it was Memphis's turn to voice his opinion, which was essentially aligned with Irma’s, though with a few minor adjustments.The BMP-1 armored vehicle once again lumbered into its familiar position 1.5 kilometers away. Inside were only the driver, Lazarus acting as the gunner, and Memphis. A highly mobile jeep followed closely behind to provide support.Once the target was locked in, Lazarus cautiously spoke to Memphis:“Chief, all you have to do is pull the trigger. There's nothing else to it.”Memphis, feeling a little awkward, withdrew his hand that had been fidgeting with the controls and nodded.“I know, go ahead.”Lazarus and the driver quickly disembarked from the armored vehicle and moved to the high-mobility jeep, retreating to a safer distance in the rear.Once they were safely away, and Memphis was alone, he reached
Lazarus was a professional soldier; in his eyes, F2 was only fast when it managed to get close. From more than four kilometers away, it was nothing more than an ant crawling towards him.It must be known that the 12.7 mm DShK heavy machine gun mounted on the armored vehicle, also known as an anti-aircraft machine gun, was designed to shoot down planes in the sky. It was one of the main weapons used by country D during World War II to counter aircraft.No matter how fast F2 was, it could not match even a fraction of a fighter plane's speed. As soon as it closed the distance to one kilometer, a rain of 12.7 mm bullets poured down, blocking its path."Grekkkk..."The F2, with its diamond-shaped head, lifted its neck and let out a bloodthirsty scream. It leaped to dodge the hail of metal bullets, constantly zigzagging to confuse the humans. Although Lazarus had never fired at planes before, it didn't stop him from showing his skills. After over a hundred rounds, the F2 was hit by the firs