With a sound of "Plop~", a 26-year-old man living in Putian, Fujian Province in the modern dimension: a technician.
In this mission, a rookie was summoned. He was running like Yang Zai and suddenly fell to the ground.
The difference is that the technician was already dead the moment he fell to the ground.
That's because before he collapsed, he was coughing up blood while still running forward.
The reason why this fat nerd, a guy who only knew how to talk before, can miraculously do this is very simple:
Because often when it comes to him, as long as he can't hold on, he will think of the old saying of "Run, keep running~"
Therefore, the technician is now not only running alone, but also shouldering the hopes and expectations of the old man.
It is precisely because of this that when the technician fell to the ground and his vitality quickly began to disappear, he felt very complicated.
On the one hand, it is an indescribable relief in my heart.
Because he now feels that dying here, without having to continue running so hard, is an extremely happy thing for him.
On the other hand, there is a huge regret in my heart.
Regrettably, he was unable to fulfill Lao Waiba Zi's last wish in the end, which made him feel very guilty.
It was this kind of guilt that made him use his last strength to shout loudly: "Everyone, run, you must go to the third camp and block those son-of-a-bitch soldiers."
After shouting such a sentence, Yang Zai exhaled the breath in his chest and died with his head tilted.
Facing such a scene, Jason, the fake foreigner who was almost numb, roared loudly: "Old Hu, this is already the fourth one."
This was to remind Hu Biao that the Central Continent team they had here originally only had a total of 46 people.
If they want to get the 20% bloodline increase, after four people die, they can only lose two people at most.
Faced with such a reminder, Hu Biao's reaction was to spit out a mouthful of thick, bloody phlegm from his mouth with a sound of "Bah~".
By doing this, he was not venting his strong depression.
What's more, he's not even afraid of a situation where he might suddenly die while running, so how can he feel depressed?
Such a method is just that his throat is already under severe inflammation, and he doesn't know how swollen it is.
Otherwise, if he spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm like this, not only would he be speechless, but he would even find it difficult to breathe because both nostrils were blocked.
Finally, after spitting out a mouthful of thick phlegm that he had been holding in for a while, Hu Biao was able to speak.
With an increasingly hoarse voice, he replied to the fake foreign devil: "Okay, I know."
Then, he saw a soldier from the third platoon under his command. Specifically, he was Ge Wentao, a young man in the same grade who was less than 19 years old. Due to malnutrition, he was extremely thin and looked about 17 years old.
Now his face is extremely wrong, so he keeps running like this.
After the scene where this guy from the Demon City would fall to the ground and die in three miles at most, Hu Biao did the only thing he could do:
Without any explanation, he took off a rifle and a bag containing four wooden-handled grenades from the other party, and hung them on himself one by one.
At the same time, he shouted another sentence in his mouth:
"Look around. If you see soldiers who are in something wrong, all veterans, please lend a hand. This is not a forced requirement. Just follow your heart~"
When issuing such an order, Hu Biao was thinking:
Because many veterans are actually better in terms of physical fitness and structure due to adequate nutrition and long-term persistence in training.
And now that they have run, they are all exhausted. You can imagine how difficult it is for the other volunteer soldiers.
"Fuck~" Xu Feng cursed in his mouth.
In fact, even he himself didn't know what he was cursing. Perhaps just to vent his depression, Xu Feng snatched a box of bullets from the shoulder of a volunteer soldier.
The moment he put the bullet box on his shoulder, he felt like he was carrying a mountain.
This kind of situation also started to happen to AT, Lang Qing, Shi Polu, Mad Dog, Bai Xiang, Po Luo and almost all the veteran players one by one.
Even now, they still feel that they may die in the next minute.
They couldn't think of anything Hu Biao could think of when he was so desperate.
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“Smecta***”
A string of Korean words with unknown meanings began to shout loudly from the mouths of a small group of South Korean puppet soldiers, and they kept waving their hands with enthusiasm and facial expressions.
Good guy! It’s like seeing a relative.
It's very conspicuous, under the light of a round moon.
This patrol team of the South Korea puppet army regarded the panting and extremely embarrassed team in front of them as one of their own.
Nothing else! They have often seen scenes like this since the first battle began, and it can be said that they are very familiar with it.
The puppet troops can't fight, so why can't they just run away?
The people in front of me were actually carrying weapons while running. They were obviously very elite troops among them; so why not greet them warmly and make them look familiar?
It's a pity that people like Hu Biao ignored them at all.
After seeing these people admitting that he was wrong, the warehouse manager next to him was about to raise his hand and shoot the leading puppet sergeant squad leader with one shot.
Hu Biao quickly reached out and grabbed the warehouse manager's arm, shaking his head to express no need.
Even for such a small team, it only took them a minute or two to completely resolve the battle, but Hu Biao didn't want to waste these mere minutes.
The reason is simple. It's already early five in the morning, and they don't have much time left...
"Lao Hu, what should we do now?" The translator asked Hu Biao with an extremely anxious mood.
It was around 5:30 in the morning. It had been snowing heavily all night and suddenly stopped completely.
But for Hu Biao and others, this is bad news.
Because at this time, the sky is not bright yet.
But at this age, various aircraft of the soldiers have long been capable of night combat, and are not affected by the weather at all.
So, this means one thing:
The G.I.P. Air Force, which has a huge fleet of aircraft, must have mobilized in large numbers to provide cover when the ground troops on the front line were fleeing in panic under the powerful attack of the Volunteer Army.
As a result, at 6:07, when the sky was getting brighter, four soldiers' planes appeared in front of Hu Biao and the others from a distance.
In the pure white snow, the hundreds of people in their reconnaissance camp were completely invisible to the condescending soldiers and pilots.
Besides, so what if they could hide? Wouldn't it be that some of their precious time would be wasted in hiding?
At this moment, the situation of these hundreds of men became extremely difficult once again.
Looking at the soldiers and planes flying rapidly over in the distance, everyone felt extremely bitter in their hearts.