Chapter 396 The Last Gunshot

"Uncle, do you think we can go back?"

In the trench, a soldier in his twenties, with a head bigger than an average person, leaned against a heavy machine gun, smoking a cigarette, and looked at the endless sea of ​​insects appearing on the horizon in the distance, and said stiffly.

Next to him was an even older soldier, about 40 years old. Hearing this, he knocked the man on the head with a white bayonet: "Why, are you scared? What did I say when I brought you into the army? If you eat our bowl of rice, you must be prepared to be killed while killing people. If you are afraid, don't come in with me. I thought you had fought a few battles and trained your courage, but I didn't expect you to be such a coward."

"Uncle, you misunderstood. I have never regretted joining the army. If it weren't for you, me, and my two brothers and sisters, I'm afraid we would have starved to death on the street and wouldn't be where we are today. I just thought, how great it would be if I could see my brothers and sisters again! If I leave, what will happen to these two little fools? Survival in the base is so cruel, can they take care of themselves?"

The big-headed soldier put out his cigarette and took out a slightly yellowed photo with two bullet holes on it from his arms. The intimate smiling faces of the family of five appeared in the photo, as if they were still vivid.

But after the apocalypse, his parents became zombies, and he wandered with his younger brother and sister. If they hadn't met the old soldier who was recruiting soldiers, they would have starved to death on the road.

"Look at it more openly. You should know that those of us who stayed behind are basically in danger of death. Your brother and sister, they..."

The old soldier patted the big-headed soldier on the shoulder and couldn't say anything more. In the apocalypse, without the support of the pillar and the brother who was a soldier, the fate of the 12-year-old boy and girl was almost foreseeable. The apocalypse is a society where the fittest survive. Without a skill, it is almost difficult to survive here.

"I know." The big-headed soldier handed the photo and a dozen zero-level brain cores to the old soldier, and said firmly: "Uncle, you are better than me. If you survive in the end, please help me take care of the idiots. This is my last reward. Please."

The big-headed soldier stuffed the brain core into the old soldier, with a pleading look on his face. He knew that it would be difficult for him to go back this time, and he wanted to find someone to rely on for his brother and sister in the end.

The old soldier wanted to say something, but the platoon leader shouted at him: "Be prepared, the enemy is 1,500 meters away, everyone, listen to my order to open fire."

The old soldier looked at the big-headed soldier helplessly, and got up to organize the soldiers in his squad. He was a squad leader and had to organize all the soldiers in his squad before the battle.

The big-headed soldier watched the old soldier leave, a smile on his face, and muttered to himself: "You must live well, your brother can't protect you anymore."

Wanting the clingy brother and sister, the big-headed soldier regained motivation, holding the butt of the heavy machine gun neatly, aiming at the hundreds of thousands of insects that could not see the border, and took out the wrinkled cigarette shell in his arms, lit the last three cigarettes together, put them in his mouth and took a puff. As the insects approached, the strength in his hand was already on the trigger.

Compared with the calmness of the big-headed soldier, the deputy shooter next to him was much more nervous. His arms holding the bullet belt were trembling. Looking at the hundreds of thousands of hideous insects, there was uncontrollable fear in his eyes.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

The sea of ​​insects entered the range of one kilometer. The huge cockroaches and lurkers were clearly visible. Several poisonous explosive insects fell from the top of the head from time to time, causing a wailing in the trenches. A few anti-aircraft artillery were being accurately locked by the flying dragons. In the chain of fire flying all over the sky, the blade insects were fired to destroy them and cut them into a pile of scrap metal.

Hundreds of twenty-meter-long lurkers stepped forward. In the pits trampled on the ground, every step seemed to step on the soldiers' hearts, deepening their fear.

The layers of velociraptors were baring their teeth and claws. There were bloodstains left by biting the enemy in the previous battle between their cold teeth. The surface of their bodies was dotted with dried bloodstains, making the velociraptors look even more ferocious and hideous.

"Machine gunner, fire!"

The effective range of heavy machine guns is usually around 800-1000 meters, and the combat rate of fire is around 300 rounds. It is the most effective means to stop the enemy group charge.

So when the swarm of insects approached 1,000 meters, the platoon leader roared, and the heavy machine gunners pulled the trigger one after another. The 12.7mm muzzle ejected a nearly foot-long flame, pouring out bullets and splashing blood in the sea of ​​insects.

The heavy machine gun in the hands of the big-headed soldier also continued to eject flames. The tripod under the gun body provided enough stability for the heavy machine gun, allowing the big-headed soldier to control it stably and shoot at the dense sea of ​​insects.

The heavy machine gun that can be used to deal with light armored vehicles and low-altitude helicopters has a strong firepower. The ammunition fired can set off a death storm in the sea of ​​insects, especially after energy transformation and using brain cores to provide power, the power has been fully improved.

Countless velociraptors and hydralisks were shot with their intestines pierced and their heads shot out, becoming a bloody mess of flesh.

The cockroaches, with amazing defense, were not afraid of these machine gun bullets. The soldiers used rocket launchers and mortars, or the gun barrels on armored vehicles to attack. These shells were not as powerful as the tank's armor-piercing shells, and did not cause much damage to the cockroaches. Some minor injuries could be recovered quickly. Although these artillery pieces had undergone energy transformation, the cockroaches' defense was even better than that of tanks. If it were tanks, the cockroaches would not be so relaxed, but of course it would only be a little troublesome.

Unable to stop the cockroaches' charge, anti-tank missiles were often needed at these times to deal a fatal blow to the cockroaches, slightly curbing the cockroaches' advance.

The army opened fire at full power, trying to stop the charge of the sea of ​​insects, but this was only wishful thinking. Wang Jin's sea of ​​insects could even break through the positions of the 200,000 coalition forces. How could this simple defense line built by only 5,000 people possibly resist it, even if the weapons of these soldiers were more sophisticated and had undergone energy transformation?

The vast sea of ​​insects covered the battlefield, slowly pressed onto the front line, and poured into the trenches. The velociraptors began a carnival feast. The iron hooves of cockroaches rushed across the battlefield, bringing a lot of blood and rain. The split blade insects fired by flying dragons at low altitudes kept ejecting, cutting a large number of soldiers into pieces, and the entire battlefield was wailing under the sea of ​​insects.

"Come on, grandpa will fight you bastards." The big-headed soldier yelled hysterically, and the heavy machine gun in his hand swept the velociraptors in front of him. The usually sharp heavy machine gun could not suppress so many velociraptors at all, allowing the velociraptors to approach step by step.

A few grenades were thrown, and the bullets were getting fewer and fewer. The deputy shooter had already fled, and the corpses of his comrades were all around, as well as the swarm of insects that were biting the soldiers cruelly.

Looking up, the big-headed soldier found that the battlefield had become a sea of ​​​​Zerg. The soldiers were either defeated and fled, or became food for the swarm of insects. The heavy machine gun position where he was located was a small high ground, which was already the last lifeline.

Suddenly, the big-headed soldier found a familiar corpse. It was the old soldier he had placed his hopes on. He also did not escape the fate of death. His lower body flew off. It was unknown whether it was cut in half by the blade on the back of the cockroach or cut by the blade insect of the flying dragon.

The old soldier, who only had the upper body left, held a sniper rifle in his arms and covered a photo tightly with one hand. On his dead face, he showed a trace of apology in his eyes.

It seemed that he was apologizing that he could not fulfill the last wish of the person he entrusted.

The big-headed soldier felt a pain in his heart and screamed wildly with tears in his eyes. The flames of the heavy machine gun in his hand slightly suppressed the charge of the velociraptor, as if he wanted to vent all his anger on the swarm of insects in front of him.

Until a cockroach climbed up the high ground with machine gun bullets like raindrops, revealing a bloody mouth full of sharp teeth, and swallowed the crazy figure.

Finally, the last gunshots on the battlefield stopped.

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