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Chapter 212 212.Back

Bai Lian's memory is short, and she doesn't know if she has ever seen a similar scene.

They were monsters all over the mountains and plains. Those moving corpses were like wolves, pouring in from the birch forest. Standing on the top of the building, you could feel the bloody and weird impact even more. It was like a bloody wave, rushing towards this building from all directions. The town gathered.

Everyone was tense.

The machine gunner looked at the monsters through the scope. Countless monsters were showing their ferocious looks, giving people a strong sense of oppression even from a distance.

At this distance, firearms cannot hit these monsters, and shooting is just a waste of bullets.

Machine gunners naturally know this truth.

They are all waiting for a signal.

"Comrade Belikov."

Lermontov held a gun in his hand. He looked forward and said to the political commissar beside him.

"I am honored to fight with you."

Belikov was silent and just nodded. He held the pistol in his hand and glanced at the bugler.

The tide of corpses got closer and closer, and the screams became louder and louder.

It wasn't until the living corpse at the front crossed the gun line that Lermontov straightened the brim of his hat.

"Everyone, feel free to open fire and kill these son-of-a-bitch monsters!"

The trumpeter received the order and immediately put the trumpet to his mouth.

The horn sounded loud and clear.

The sound of gunfire and artillery followed.

The living corpses in the front row stepped on the minefield, and the mines exploded, shattering many monsters into pieces, and the soil flew up.

But this did not stop the living zombies from advancing. From the rising smoke, more monsters swarmed in.

The heavy machine gun pulled up its gun line, and the shooting line mixed with tracer bullets shone in the dusk, outlining a barrier surrounding the town.

Large-caliber bullets fell on the living corpses, and just one shot was enough to make big holes appear in their bodies and make them lose the ability to move.

The artillery hidden next to the building fired continuously. The shells fell in the birch forest, on the fields, and in the soil. Countless living corpses were broken into pieces and fell into deep craters on the ground, sticky and burnt. Bodily fluids seep into the soil, making pollution unforgettable.

In the first ten minutes, this offensive really blocked the advancement of the zombies.

But as the barrel overheated and the bullets were replaced, the zombies pressed closer and closer, causing the defense circle to shrink. Even if the grenades were almost exhausted, it was still difficult to completely contain them.

Thirty minutes into the battle, zombies that had slipped through the net had already entered the town. The extraordinary people used their abilities to blast the scattered zombies out of the town. In the sheer number, and these zombies With excessive pollution, extraordinary people are also small.

What Qiao Mu didn't know was that these monsters had caused the death of more than ten million people. It was these soldiers who built the city wall with their flesh and blood to withstand the overwhelming flood-like offensive.

Now, just by looking at it, you can tell that millions of living corpses are gathering in the Chernobyl area.

Dusk was obscured, the town fell into shadow, tracer bullets shimmered in the gloom, they fell into the sea of ​​living corpses, never to be found again.

The first death of the company appeared in the northeast corner of the town. He was a supply man. When he was changing bullets for the heavy machine gun, a living corpse rushed over. There was almost no time for the soldier to react. His head was twisted off, and his comrades had no time to grieve. The other living corpses dragged the body that was drooping on the ground back, and suddenly there was no trace of it.

"How long will the ammunition last?"

Lermontov asked.

Under normal circumstances, they carried enough supplies and ammunition to sustain a normal special forces company for ten hours of continuous combat, but that was when fighting with people, at least there was no need for heavy machine guns to continuously output ammunition. Now, Lermontov It felt like the defense line was constantly crumbling, and he didn't know how long his comrades could last.

Bai Lian stood on the roof and looked at the living corpses. She didn't feel sick or scared, she just felt a little touched.

From what Qiao Mu said, these people relied on such weapons and methods to fight against such monsters eighty years ago.

They fought to the last man, then detonated their bombs and perished along with all the monsters, falling into the abyss.

Qiao Mu had no time to watch the battle. In his consciousness, golden threads fell from the sky and fell over the entire town.

When the two time-spaces were connected due to Qiao Mu's dragging and anchoring, he believed that other investigators could also observe this change.

Soon, Qiao Mu discovered that in the square in the center of the town, a door was looming.

With the blazing flames igniting around the door, the depth of pollution in this town was completely overturned.

boom--

Pillars of flames rose into the sky from the door. When the door opened, there seemed to be endless wailing inside.

Qiao Mu glanced at Captain Lermontov, who was directing the battle, briefly explained what he wanted to do, and then dragged Bai Lian downstairs.

Amidst the sound of artillery fire, they arrived at the central square of the town.

The towering pillar of fire looked intense, but had no warmth.

The door opened, and something seemed to be struggling to get out.

Qiao Mu extended the golden thread and found that the flames would not burn him, so he reached out and held the edge of the door.

The next moment, flames enveloped Qiao Mu's body, and the temperature suddenly increased.

Qiao Mu reached into the door.

He knew that although the [Hell Gate] should be a severely polluted alien space, a realm that could truly be called hell, Qiao Mu also knew it.

The so-called seriously polluted alien space is the battlefield he is in.

He still remembered the first time he opened the [Gate to Hell] and saw the scene inside.

The sea of ​​​​fire filled the sky, dilapidated buildings, and burned and struggling corpses.

Now, Qiao Mu knows that this is Chernobyl today.

In this case, he doesn't have to worry about any danger on the other side of the door.

Suddenly, Qiao Mu felt that he had caught something, and he pulled back suddenly.

Du Ruo stumbled out of the door.

Behind him, Chekov, Ramses, and Marianne fell out of the door one after another, as if the direction of gravity inside was different from that outside.

Chekov looked around. He smelled the smell of gunpowder, heard the continuous sound of artillery fire, and saw soldiers coming and going.

Suddenly, a certain feeling of traveling through time made Chekov shudder all over, and his heart, which had been silent for many years, seemed to be beating violently again.

"came back."

It was a battlefield Chekov had never experienced before, and it was also his deepest regret in the past eighty years.

"I'm back."

He knew that at this moment, he was already standing on the ground of the Battle of Chernobyl.