The Walking Dead: Rebuild

Chapter 144
In November 2013, the war between the People's Federation and the Shark Gang continued.

Every day, hundreds of thousands of tons of ammunition are consumed by them.

And every day, hundreds of thousands of zombies are eliminated by them.

All residents have entered a highly busy state, and everyone is trying their best to win.

According to the calculations of the think tank, if the war continues like this, the ammunition reserves in the People's Federation base will drop to less than 40.00% after the war is over.

After all, the arms reserves in the People's Federation base are only the reserves of a single Fort Benning Army base.

Although Leon felt heartbroken when he heard the news, this was an active attack by the enemy, and they could only respond passively and had no choice.

And that afternoon, Peggy suddenly sent him a message.

"Dear, the warship we have been monitoring seems to be carrying supplies and preparing to leave the port of Miami City."

After hearing the news, Leon suddenly became energetic.

He slapped his forehead and suddenly thought, yes, since most of the Shark Gang members have been sent out, the internal defense of their warship must be weak. How could I ignore this matter.

Although the anti-aircraft missiles equipped on the warship make it difficult for aircraft to get close to it, they don't have enough manpower now, so they can try to capture it by force.

And the speed must be fast. If they wait for them to leave the port, it will be much more troublesome to force a landing.

Immediately, he picked up the communicator and connected Constantine's communication. Without any nonsense, he said directly:
"Constantine, I now order you to take your troops and go to the port of Miami to prevent the Shark Gang's warships from leaving."

"You don't need to annihilate the enemy or fight head-on. As long as you can delay them for half a day, it will be enough."

Constantine suddenly received a communication from Lyon and was a little confused, but he quickly reacted and guessed what the president was thinking.

At the same time, he was also a little annoyed. He had been in charge of affairs in Florida, but he had ignored this matter.

He immediately patted his chest and promised:

"Don't worry, Your Excellency the President, we may not be able to fight head-on, but we are best at petty theft."

"To tell you the truth, I have thought of four or five ways. They will definitely not be able to leave the port today."

"Well, that's fine."

"By seizing the Shark Gang's warship and cutting off their escape route, these guys will have absolutely no possibility of escaping."

Leon was still very confident in this guy's ability. He promised to give Constantine some rewards after completing the mission. After stimulating his mobility, he immediately began to gather people to prepare for this robbery mission.

Since the mission was urgent and there was not much time to gather a large number of soldiers, Leon chose to spend half an hour, bring a few powerful people, and set off immediately.

On the Chinook transport helicopter, Kevira, who was dressed in black protective armor, tilted his head and sat next to little Clementine, talking to her softly, soothing the little girl's nervousness.

This battle is just a test of Giant Tom's combat effectiveness, and also allows little Clanmanting to adapt to the atmosphere of the battlefield.

Leon, who was also wearing the Guardian armor, just briefly chatted with the sharpshooter Ten Thousand about the mission, then leaned against the wall and began to rest with his eyes closed.

Ten Thousand's marksmanship is like a god. In terms of long-range shooting, he is even more powerful than cheating. He is indeed a good helper. He has even considered recruiting this young man into the Sting Team.

In addition to the four of them, there are eight elite soldiers carefully selected from veterans on the plane. Their combat effectiveness and courage are impeccable, and they can be of great use in such small battles.

According to Constantine's intelligence, all the Shark Gang members on the warship should have been dispatched at this time, so there are at most about two hundred soldiers from the Cuban Navy on the warship, responsible for daily maintenance.

These more than 200 soldiers may seem like a lot, but the combat literacy of Cuban soldiers is quite low. If they are unable to use heavy weapons on warships, an elite special operations team can teach them how to behave.

The speed of the Chinook transport helicopter was not bad. It took about three hours to fly from the People's Federation base to Miami.

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"Rose, loser, you are all losers."

In the captain's room, Hibbert pointed at several of his officers and cursed, feeling full of depression.

The so-called raising an army for a thousand days is spent in a short time. As a result, these losers hide in the warship all day long and live happily, playing with women, smoking, and not doing anything serious.

Today, just when their efforts were needed, such a big mistake happened.

The fat quartermaster in charge of logistics wiped the sweat from his forehead and said cautiously:
"Sir Hibbert, although this batch of food and drinking water has been contaminated, there are still spare supplies stored in our dock warehouse."

"Please give us one more day, we will definitely be able to complete the preparations before sailing."

"Please rest assured that this time we will send dedicated personnel to guard the warehouse, and such mistakes will never happen again."

Hibbert's expression was cloudy when he heard the words. They had just prepared to go out, and the food and drinking water were tampered with. How could it be such a coincidence.

If you continue to wait here, you are likely to encounter more unexpected risks.

Thinking of this, he looked seriously, glanced around the officers present, and said:

"Everyone, you should know that we are at war with the People's Federation. This time there is a problem with drinking water and food. Don't worry, they must be causing trouble."

"If you continue to stay here, you may encounter other dangers, and you may even be attacked by their bomber group."

"We are not far from Cuba, and it only takes less than two days to reach General Tamasi's base."

"I think we can survive even without food and water."

"After all, if we reach General Tamasi and ask him to support us with some supplies, there will be no problem, right?"

Hearing Hibbert's words, everyone in the captain's room had different colors. A middle-aged officer couldn't help but said:

"Sir, marching and fighting is no child's play."

"Without logistical supplies, our soldiers would not dare to sacrifice their lives for us. This is not a time of peace. Everyone is trying to survive."

"Besides, we are not far from General Tamasi's base."

"But as you said, we are fighting the enemy, and the battlefield is changing rapidly. In case we are harassed by the enemy midway, something happens during the trip."

"Do you want us to starve to death in the sea?"

Hibbert's face suddenly darkened. As a mid-level spy of the Freemasonry, his habitual thinking has always been mission-oriented, and he did not care about his own life. He did not expect that the gang of guys in front of him would do things like this. Grinding and chirping.

However, there was nothing he could do. In the final analysis, these people were not subordinates of the Freemasons. Trying to force them to act would definitely be counterproductive.

Seeing this situation, Hibbert could only say with a dark face:
"No matter what, I'll give you six more hours. After six hours, we have to set off."

"Otherwise, I will send someone to relieve you of your duties and take over this bow warship."

After saying this, he ignored the ugly faces of his officers and returned to his room and began to think about his plan.

Currently, the disaster in Cuba is more serious than that in the United States. Their residents have neither a spirit of resistance nor so many firearms. The casualties suffered in the wave of corpses are more serious than imagined.

And considering that Cuba is a unique island country, the virus released by the Freemasons there is not the same as the one released in North America. It belongs to another virus variant. What the inside looks like now, I am afraid only local researchers can know Figure it out.

Because of this, although General Tasima is afraid of the strength of the Freemasons and will not take the initiative to oppose the Freemasons, it may not be easy to obtain his assistance.

Hibbert suspected that the conditions proposed by Director Lawrence might not impress the Cuban general.

Moreover, he himself also had objections to Director Lawrence's approach. It was time-consuming and labor-intensive, wasted many resources, and consumed the power he spent several years building up. In the end, it only consumed the opponent's ammunition and achieved no results at all.

This kind of waste is often only used as a human experiment in Freemasonry.

While he was thinking about these questions, he suddenly heard a fierce exchange of fire outside, and then the roar of soldiers on the deck. "Oh my God, there's a monster coming."

"Fire quickly, fire quickly."

Hibbert suddenly became excited. He knew that this must be the enemy's back-up plan. He quickly stood up, opened the door, and walked out of the room.

He stood on the deck and looked in the direction of the soldiers' shouts.

I only saw a two-story humanoid monster suddenly rushing out from the pier with a wide view and on the street a few hundred meters away. I couldn't see its specific appearance. He was holding a huge metal fang. Stick, wearing covering black alloy armor from top to bottom, like a humanoid Gundam, even the pupils of the helmet are covered with transparent bulletproof glass.

Moreover, this monster looked very bulky, but its running speed was extremely astonishing. He ignored the bullets fired at him by the soldiers and covered a distance of several hundred meters in less than 2 minutes. , ran in front of the soldiers who were carrying supplies just now.

A soldier wearing a metal glove was grabbed out of the bunker with a gentle grab.

The soldier of normal human height was like a little milk dog in his hands. With a slight squeeze, red juice burst out.

The companion next to the soldier was immediately frightened and went crazy. While roaring in terror, he raised the submachine gun in his hand and shot desperately at the giant's head.

However, how can ordinary bullets hit the ten centimeter thick special alloy steel plate? When they hit it, they only weakly produced a few sparks on it and could not damage it at all.

Then the giant monster that was attracted to his attention brandished a giant mace and beat it into a puddle of flesh.

The giant smiled happily under his dark helmet. He danced and rushed towards the other soldiers. Modern weapons almost became a joke in front of his armor. No soldier could stop his actions, and they were all under his huge strength. Under the attack, it turned into puddles of indescribable flesh.

Hibbert looked at the tragedy that occurred in the dock in horror, guessing in his mind that this giant must be a biological weapon sent by the People's Federation.

But he could never imagine how a small force with less than 1 people could develop such a powerful biological weapon that even the Freemasons did not necessarily exist.

Suddenly, he heard a clear sound and turned around to look. An officer more than ten meters away from him had his head blown off by a bullet from an unknown source. Red and white blood sprayed onto the deck, and the body fell to the ground. There was an unnatural tremor.

Hibbert was so excited that he immediately fell to the ground and shouted:

"There are snipers, take cover quickly."

In an instant, the entire warship began to be in chaos. The soldiers and officers on the deck were panicking for shelter, picking up their weapons, and looking around for the location of the sniper.

However, while they were panicking, more enemies rushed out of the dock. Led by a group of elite soldiers wearing standard equipment, dozens of survivors with firearms also joined the battle.

The Cuban soldiers on the dock had to guard against the attacks of the rampaging monster giants, and at the same time they had to guard against sneak attacks by the elite soldiers. From time to time, sniper bombs shot from nowhere, blowing off their heads.

Within minutes, these Cuban soldiers were on the verge of morale collapse.

Hibbert could no longer care about anything else and regardless of the danger, he immediately turned around and rushed into the captain's cabin, picked up the trumpet and shouted loudly:

"Don't worry about the soldiers on the dock anymore. Get to your stations and set off immediately."

"Otherwise, we will all be killed."

However, how could it be so easy to drive away a warship? The battle on the dock was still fierce, but while the warship soldiers were trying to escape, no one noticed that a tall man wearing black protective armor, He had used special equipment to climb up quietly.

As soon as the man climbed onto the warship, he immediately took out the two M1911 pistols he had on him and began ruthlessly killing.

He has an electric body, extremely accurate marksmanship, and seems to have a special sensory ability that allows him to spot anyone who wants to attack him at the first moment and shoot him back.

Lyon dual-wielded two M1911 pistols, pushing his marksmanship to the limit. He could attack in two different directions at the same time. Relying on the Guardian armor on his body and the complex environment on the deck, basically, the moment the enemy showed up, he would These soldiers can be killed.

And not participating in the battle for a long time has not reduced his combat effectiveness. With the help of the golden finger in his body, his physical abilities have long exceeded that of ordinary people. The pleasure of killing has made his body sense. in an extremely sensitive state.

In his eyes, the world seemed to slow down, and everything around his body was under his control.

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!
Once again at an ambush site, after taking two shots and killing six soldiers at an extremely fast speed, the Cuban soldiers on the warship immediately understood that this was a monster they could not defeat.

The panic gradually spread to all the soldiers, and no one dared to stand in front of Leon. Many soldiers hid directly in the dark corners of the warship, trembling and not daring to make any sound.

Compared with the desperate roars of the Cuban soldiers on the dock, the warship fell into an eerie silence.

Leon walked unhurriedly to the vicinity of the captain's cabin, looked at Hibbert who was staying in the captain's cabin, and walked in with the complicated and unreadable eyes of the other party.

He had no intention of greeting the enemy. Through the black helmet mask, he said in a low and magnetic voice:
"ended."

Then he reached out and grabbed Hibbert's throat and injected him with an anesthetic.

I'm afraid this guy will never imagine until his death that the man he is facing now is President Lyon, the top leader of the People's Federation.

If it weren't for this guy, he might still have some intelligence role. Leon would not have any mercy when facing the enemy.

After taking control of the captain's room, Leon picked up the announcer in the captain's room and said:
"Enemies of the People's Federation, listen, we have taken control of this warship and won the battle."

"Now, you only have one chance to surrender."

"Put down your weapons, kneel on the ground, and wait for processing."

"Adhering to the principle of putting people first, your lives will not be in danger."

"Otherwise, death will be your only fate."

After saying that, Leon walked out of the captain's room and came to the ship's string. He picked up a submachine gun that fell next to the body and began to help the soldiers on the dock clean up the enemies.

Half an hour later, the battle to seize the warship took less than six hours in total from decision to execution to completion.

The soldiers of the People's Federation not only captured more than 80 Cuban soldiers, but also harvested a fully functional cruiser.

From the mouth of a Cuban naval officer, Lyon learned about the history of the cruiser.

It turns out that Cuba's navy was very weak. Before the disaster, their entire naval department had less than 5000 people, and the total number of soldiers and officers was only about 3000.

There are only two cruisers belonging to Cuba, both of which were modified from long-distance fishing boats. They are called Damji River-class frigates, with a full load displacement of 3200 tons and a maximum speed of 16 knots.The weapons on the ship are even more patchwork, mainly including a double-barreled 57mm main gun, two P-15 anti-ship missile launchers, two 14.5mm double-barreled heavy machine guns, and two twin-mounted 25mm Heavy machine guns, and at the rear of the ship is a spacious helicopter take-off and landing squadron.

Previously, Lyon was only frightened by the cruiser's anti-aircraft missile system. In fact, they were not as powerful as they seemed and could not withstand the attack of America's latest bombers.

But that's fine. Since no bombers were sent to destroy the warship, now it is a good choice to take possession of the warship.

Constantine, who had a gunshot wound on his shoulder, climbed onto the warship with a nonchalant look on his face. When he saw Leon and the corpses on the deck, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes and he said:
"Your Majesty the President, are you the legendary ace agent during peacetime?"

"A man fights against hundreds of soldiers and remains unscathed. In the past, movies about personal heroism did not dare to do this."

Although Leon felt a little complacent in his heart, his face showed no emotion. He glanced at Constantine lightly and said:
"We, the People's Federation, have the most professional scientific researchers, the most loyal soldiers, and hard-working residents."

“In the future, our People’s Association will become stronger and stronger.”

"As long as you are always loyal to the People's Federation, fight and contribute to the cause of the People's Federation."

"One day, you will have the chance to become as strong as me."

Constantine showed a false smile and complimented:
"Your Majesty the President, the most indispensable reason why the People's League can be so strong is your wise and powerful leadership."

"As long as you are here, I believe that the People's Federation will always prosper."

Seeing that Constantine didn't want to eat the cake he had drawn, Leon decided to make the next cruel tip. He reached out and patted his shoulder and continued:
"You probably don't know that Dr. Mephala and Dr. Hathaway are so talented. Not long ago they discovered a way to double human lifespan from zombie viruses."

"As long as they continue their research, maybe one day our human life can be extended to two hundred, three hundred, or even a thousand years."

"As my right-hand man, I will consider giving you a place."

"As long as you work hard, you will definitely be on our side in the future."

(End of this chapter)