In the dark night, the noisy gunshots sounded like firecrackers in the pinewood farm. The moonlight on the ground was not bright at all, and the illuminated places were all shocking pieces of meat and blood.
The zombies, like a tide, rushed towards the Alliance soldiers stationed in the manor house.
In the flying tracer light, they fell like wheat caught in the harvester, and like waves hitting the beach, they came one after another, and soon filled the gap.
The firepower of only twenty people was not enough to resist this group of fearless guys.
Those believers who looked like living dead quickly broke through the blockade of the firepower network, crashed into the villa through the gate and windows, and bit anyone they saw like crazy.
Not only that, some guys in military uniforms would shoot and throw grenades.
This is the most deadly!
"Fuck! Are these guys cheating?" After killing a zombie who was firing a rifle, Haogou's face turned pale.
He had played many zombie-themed FPS games, but this was the first time he heard that zombies could shoot.
"The first floor can't be defended... Lao Bai! How long do you have!" While changing the magazine and retreating to the stairs, Fang Chang gritted his teeth and shouted in the communication channel.
There was only the rustling sound of electricity in the communication channel.
After the Seagull drone crashed, the other party no longer concealed it and directly launched electronic warfare, first cutting off their communication.
But Fang Chang always felt that it was not that simple.
In the noise of the current, he vaguely heard other sounds... It seemed that it was not just a simple interference behavior, but also contained unconscious disturbances of something else.
In any case, the first floor had been captured.
The players of the alliance had to abandon their positions on the first floor and retreat to the second floor. With the help of roadblocks and doors, they fought hand-to-hand with the zombies in the narrow corridor.
Just as the battle in the mansion was fierce, a hotel not far from the manor.
Four men in white coats were sitting in a room on the fifth floor, looking out the window at the Zhao Mansion in the center of the storm, talking with a smile on their faces.
"The combat power of ordinary experimental subjects is still too weak. After all, they are just ordinary people. Naguo has not fundamentally changed their body functions."
"Sure enough, if you can't make good use of the tools at hand, the combat power of humans is not as good as that of animals."
"Indeed, in terms of direct combat power, mutants are indeed a more suitable choice... But relatively speaking, those green-skinned monsters are not very obedient."
The four people sitting here are all apostles of the Torch Church.
However, unlike the apostles who were naturalized from the wastelanders, they were much higher in status and authority than those charlatans who were only responsible for preaching.
Not only did they know very clearly what the "Torch" was, but they also knew very clearly that what they were doing actually had nothing to do with the faith they created.
This situation was not without precedent in the long history.
Some grassroots personnel who were far away from the core of the church had firm faith in their beliefs, and were even more adept at various scriptures and theories, and devoted their lives to their beliefs conscientiously.
However, a few people who were close to the core of the church knew very clearly that faith and doctrine were essentially just tools for them to drive their servants. Although this did not conflict with their piety and enthusiasm, they would make the tools play out their due value.
Therefore, wars often launched in the name of gods were actually not for gods, but for secular power and wealth.
This was the case with the apostles who were really close to the core of the Torch Church.
The only difference is that they did not do all this for worldly power and wealth, and there was no such thing to pursue in the wasteland.
What they really pursued was much more noble than the believers in the classical era.
All this was for the future of civilization.
Looking at the life blooming in the sparks and the blood falling in the mud, one of the apostles showed an intoxicated smile on his face.
Whether it was the process or the result, this experiment was perfect!
While he was quietly admiring the experiment, the other three were talking excitedly.
"Isn't the performance of A-111 okay?"
"Ah, you said Goliath... That thing is indeed okay, but it can only be used as a meat shield. It is still a bit far-fetched to expect it to play the role of a 'tank' on the front battlefield. The bishop has too high expectations for it. I believe that after this time, he should realize the problem."
"Unless it is equipped with some special weapons, but not being able to operate it is a big problem."
"Speaking of this, I have to praise the soldiers of this settlement. Although they are thugs trained by the farmers, they are still good. Naguo and Fuyin can just make up for their shortcomings in fighting will. This system is simply tailor-made for them."
"Haha, when you say that, I think those serf experimental subjects are actually hindering them."
"Not entirely, at least it is feasible to consume ammunition."
In front of the soldiers of the alliance, most of the experimental subjects can only be killed, but those soldiers who used to be thugs for the farmers here are different.
They can use rifles, and even know how to load and change magazines and aim. Even if their accuracy is a little off, this fearless fighting style still brings a lot of trouble to the Alliance soldiers.
In addition to the soldiers who operate rifles, some technical soldiers can even drive vehicles and operate fixed weapons. This is an incredible discovery.
Thanks to the cooperation of this settlement, especially the cooperation of the farmer, their research has taken a big step forward.
And this is not just their progress!
It is also a step for human civilization to move towards a glorious evolution!
Presumably, the farmer who is already in the underworld should feel extremely honored by the light at this moment.
After all, if it weren't for them, that pedantic and stupid guy and his stupid and ignorant slaves would never have contributed anything useful to human civilization in their entire lives, let alone left even a word in this dark history.
He and his settlement are like a rotten wood left in the corner of a ruin. Except for decaying a little bit under the corrosion of time, they can do nothing.
At least now, these incompetent guys can still be used as firewood and fuel for igniting torches...
The apostles sitting in the room were discussing and communicating with great interest.
"...Is it muscle memory? They can actually operate anti-aircraft guns and automatic rifles."
"If there are a large number of trained test subjects, and they are injected with "gospel" at a specific moment, they may be able to exert enough power on the battlefield."
"Under proper command."
"This reminds me of the clones of the Legion."
"The clones of the Legion are incomparable to ours. Those guys who grow eight times faster can do nothing but fight, but our believers are different."
"As long as we switch to different frequencies of "gospel", we can manipulate their thoughts and emotions and drive them to complete various simple tasks... Tsk, thinking about it this way, the most suitable places for them are still plantations and factories. It is a bit of a waste to send them to the battlefield to consume ammunition without any training."
At this moment, the apostle who had been staring out the window suddenly frowned, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"...I underestimated these guys."
The three stopped talking and looked at him.
"What happened?"
"Nothing, a little white mouse slipped out of the cage and happened to find the things we put in the annex." The apostle sitting by the window said indifferently.
The other three apostles looked at each other.
"Aren't they going to Zhao Tiangan?"
"Why go to the annex?"
"Did that Zhang Zhengyang leak it?"
The apostle sitting by the window shook his head.
"Impossible, that guy is just a peripheral person in charge of preaching, he doesn't even know about experiments, how could he know what is placed under the annex."
The sneer on the corner of his mouth gradually took on a hint of sarcasm, and he continued in a casual tone.
"Anyway, the bishop has already found it, so we don't need to worry about the rest."
"The 'Executioner' will clean it up."
Although force is not the specialty of the Torch Church, and they rarely achieve their goals through armed invasion, violent machines are still indispensable to them.
For example, the Inquisition is such an institution.
They are different from the various knights under the church. Compared with the regular army engaged in military operations on the front battlefield, they are more like agents.
When there are interference factors that affect the progress of the experiment in the parish, and it is not suitable for the regular army to take action, the professionals of the Inquisition will take action to clean it up.
They are usually called "executioners".
Those guys have the most sophisticated equipment and have received professional combat training. Ordinary wastelanders can't last more than one round in their hands.
Even the awakened ones.
Hearing the word "executioner", the apostles all showed a relaxed smile on their faces.
The success rate of those guys' actions in Haiya and Jinchuan provinces is close to 95%. With the past record of the Tribunal, it is not too easy to deal with a little mouse that sneaked into the laboratory.
However, what these apostles don't know is that the executioner team that they have high hopes for is in trouble at this moment...
Beside the wall of the manor, in the rustling woods, there are a dozen figures wearing exoskeletons.
They hold unique weapons in their hands, and the streamlined armor arms them to the teeth. The black paint makes them blend perfectly with the night.
They are like ghosts, waiting for an opportunity in the dark.
Looking at the flashing [Connection Lost] icon in the tactical eyepiece, Li Jie, the captain of the executioner team, gradually showed a trace of solemnity between his eyebrows, and looked at his subordinates beside him and said.
"Is there still no news about Wu Zhe?"
The subordinate who was stopped by him also looked solemn and said in a deep voice.
"Not yet... He's too close to the mind interference device."
Near the mind interference device, the radio signal will be seriously interfered.
Usually, they get in touch with the laboratory through a wired data channel, but with the launch of Plan 03, the researchers in that laboratory have completely evacuated.
Therefore, no one knows what happened there now.
"Damn, what is that guy dawdling about!" A man holding a light machine gun in both hands muttered with a curse, "Is it going to be messed up?"
Another man with a stern look whispered.
"That shouldn't be the case. There is only one rat, and Wu Zhe is not a rookie who has been on a mission for the first time. This little thing can still be done well."
Little thing...
Looking solemnly in the direction of the annex, Li Jie said in an elusive tone.
"I hope so."
To be honest, he has confidence in Wu Zhe.
That guy was also a veteran of the team. They had worked together many times before coming to Jinhe City, and that guy had never let him down.
However, for some reason, even though it was just a simple cleanup job, he always felt uneasy in his heart, as if something unexpected would happen.
Maybe he shouldn't let Wu Zhe go alone.
But he actually had no choice about this matter.
The alliance's reinforcements arrived.
The bishop asked him to leave all the alliance people here.
Although this was not arranged in the experimental plan, if the alliance soldiers could be left behind, they could easily blame the alliance for what happened here.
The Alliance went on a killing spree in the settlements of Jinchuan Province...
This story is not only convenient enough for them, but the local farmers must love to hear it.
After all, compared to these "gods who are not interested in secular power", those guys who clamor to eliminate slavery and oppression are much more hateful!
Not far from them, the Alliance's transport plane has broken through the blockade of the anti-aircraft firepower network, and finally successfully lowered its altitude and speed, switched to vertical take-off and landing mode, and was landing on the roof of the villa in the center of the manor.
The Alliance's soldiers have retreated to the top floor of the villa.
Once the transport plane stops, the soldiers will immediately board the transport plane and evacuate.
Never let them evacuate!
Li Jie's eyes gradually turned cold, raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist, and then pointed at the hovering transport plane.
The executioner beside him understood, took off the portable rocket launcher on his back, knelt on one knee and carried it on his shoulder, aiming at the transport plane not far away.
"Image locked!"
Li Jie shouted sharply.
"Fire!"
With a light "bang", a forearm-long missile broke through the dust cover, and ignited while being ejected from the launch tube, dragging a thin tail flame to fly towards the transport plane that had just landed on the roof of the villa.
The hovering transport plane obviously discovered the missile and tried to make an evasive maneuver.
However, at such a short distance, it was basically impossible to dodge.
Seeing that the missile was about to hit the target, Li Jie couldn't help but smile. However, almost at the same time, a scene that he could never have imagined happened.
"RPG!"
A guy wearing an exoskeleton suddenly screamed, jumped out of the cabin with a running start, and threw himself at the missile that was hitting the side of the transport plane with his arms open.
The missile had already entered the terminal flight phase, and there was no room for evasion. It collided head-on with the man who pounced on it, and exploded into a ball of fireworks!
The fragments and flames of the explosion were once swept into the cabin of the transport plane, and the hot air pushed the fuselage of the transport plane to shake slightly, but the transport plane itself did not suffer any damage.
Looking at the guy who caught the missile with his face, the executioners lurking in the woods were dumbfounded, especially Li Jie, whose mouth twitched fiercely.
What the hell is this operation? !
It was the first time he saw someone catch a missile with a person!
"Old Six!
!"
Looking at Old Six who exploded into a ball of fire in the air, Bai Gei, who was wearing a sniper, stared with wide eyes, holding a rifle and firing randomly at the forest where the missile came from.
However, the plane was shaking so much at this moment that the round of shots only hit nothing.
Realizing that the attack came from the forest in the east, the pilot in the Viper cockpit immediately stepped on the left rudder and tilted the joystick to the right.
The Viper hovering in the air swung its tail cleanly and swung from the east side of the villa to the west side.
The players who were preparing to evacuate the villa also moved, shooting the zombies that rushed over with rifles while moving to the west side of the villa.
"Damn... what happened to that missile just now?" The pilot in the driver's seat panted and shouted to the soldiers behind him.
He is a pilot of the Boulder City Militia Air Force. He has been flying this plane for seven or eight years, but this is the first time he has participated in such an exciting mission.
When he thought of what happened just now, he was scared.
If that guy hadn't sacrificed himself, everyone on their plane would have died.
Unlike him who was trembling with fear, the man in the power armor was very calm, even to the point of being cold-blooded. Even though his comrade died in front of him, the man's emotions did not show any ripples.
Staring at the outside of the cabin, Lao Bai said in a deep voice.
"I don't know, but I guess... it's probably the Torch's people!"
The pilot was stunned.
"Torch?!"
"How do you think these things below came from?" Looking at the heads of people outside the cabin, Lao Bai couldn't help but frowned.
For the Alliance, the real trouble may be after tonight.
But now is not the time to think about these.
Looking at Fang Chang and his group retreating to the window of the corridor on the west side of the villa, and the surging zombies chasing after them, Lao Bai raised his assault rifle and shouted an order.
"Fire!"
Including the lost newbie holding the onboard machine gun, the five players squatting on the side of the cabin immediately pulled the trigger and released fierce firepower at the zombies behind the window.
One after another, orange-yellow tracers rushed over like raindrops, and those stupid guys fell to the ground like wheat being cut, and huddled together in the corridor.
Looking at Fang Chang who ran to the window, Lao Bai shouted loudly.
"Come up!"
Without any hesitation, Fang Chang raised his hand and smashed the closed window into pieces with the butt of the gun.
Then he stepped on the window, and under the drive of the exoskeleton, he suddenly jumped out of the window, flew four or five meters in the air, grabbed the right hand that Lao Bai stretched out, and was pulled into the cabin by Lao Bai.
Finally out of danger.
Fang Chang sat on the ground, gasping for breath, breathing fresh air.
It was not until then that Lao Bai noticed that he was carrying a person on his back - or a blood-soaked corpse.
Through the photo comparison in the VM, he barely recognized the face.
This person is Zhao Tiangan!
The target of their operation this time!
According to the original plan, they originally intended to control the farmer, indirectly control the entire settlement, and then indirectly collect information about the Torch Church, but they didn't expect that the group of charlatans were already waiting for them here.
Now the Pinewood Farm has become a ghost.
Whether this guy is dead or not, it has lost its effect on the alliance.
"The other side launched an electronic warfare, and our communication has gone wrong. We have not been able to contact you since just now..." Fang Chang looked at Lao Bai and said, calming his disordered breathing.
"It's not just you, it's the same for us. Their jamming equipment probably covers the entire area..." Looking at the body lying next to him, Lao Bai cast a questioning look at Fang Chang, "Why did you bring this guy with you?"
Fang Chang took a breath and said.
"This guy is a bit weird. I suspect that the absolutely safe "sanctuary"... is not actually the kind of shelter or safe house in the physical sense that we understand."
Lao Bai frowned.
"What do you mean?"
"In short, the sanctuary may be a virtual space, and it is not even ruled out that the bishop named Luo Qian is virtual... He doesn't have his own body at all, so he needs to rely on the believers' bodies to communicate with us, and only certain people can serve as the carrier of his consciousness."
Lao Bai looked at him blankly, not understanding how he deduced this amazing conjecture.
"Your imagination is quite big."
Fang Chang breathed lightly.
"This is just my guess... To know the truth, I'll have to trouble Ms. Chen to dissect this guy's brain. Anyway, we have to take him back to the military base."
While the two were talking, Luo Yu also jumped onto the plane and was pulled up by Bai Ge, who was waiting by the cabin.
Then came Quitting Smoking and Good Dog. There were only four players left alive.
As for Xiao Yu's fruiting bodies, in order to cover the players, they were drowned by the tide of zombies when they moved from the first floor to the upper floors.
Fruiting bodies are actually not bad. They are like Xiao Yu's hair. As long as the nutrients are sufficient, they can give birth to as many as they want.
It's just that considering that too many fruiting bodies sharing the same consciousness will affect the operating efficiency, and Xiao Yu, who has just been promoted to the mother body, is not yet proficient in the business, so the number is controlled to ten.
However, thinking of the loss of ten sets of K-10 "Iron Wall" exoskeletons, Luo Yu became depressed.
Fortunately, Brother Fang had promised him that the Burning Corps would reimburse 90% of the equipment losses, otherwise this wave of "big damage" would have taken him back several versions.
As the last player jumped into the cabin, the "Viper" transport plane immediately distanced itself from the villa, avoiding the direction from which the missiles had previously flown, and flew toward the west side of the manor.
Glancing at the people in the cabin, Lao Bai suddenly showed a surprised expression on his face.
"Speaking of which, where is Ye Shi? That guy is dead?"
Unscientific.
That kid's life is not ordinary.
When he landed on the Heart of Steel, he was the only one who survived.
"I don't know. He was the first to lose contact. There was no interference at that time. I'm afraid he was already dead at that time..." When he said this, Fang Chang suddenly paused, his face changed slightly, "I see." Seeing his expression as if he understood something, the smoker squatting next to him asked curiously. "I see what?" Fang Chang said without breathing. "The annex! The mind interference device is in the annex!" Just as he was talking, a red flare suddenly rose into the sky. That was the direction of the annex! Seeing the flashing red light, Lao Bai immediately walked to the side of the cockpit, grabbed the back of the pilot's seat and shouted loudly. "We still have some people who haven't evacuated! Go to the location of the flare!" Hearing this, the pilot was shocked. "Are you sure?! Those guys have anti-aircraft missiles!" "I'm sure! We must pick him up!" Lao Bai stared at his eyes seriously, "Just go and pick him up, we'll find a way to deal with the rest!"