The only thing Stryker could be sure of was that the enemies were very powerful and numerous, and their broken nest could not last for a few hours.
The tracked car was designed to crawl smoothly over rough terrain, and now the hedgehogs are driving very fast, both of them swaying in the cab.
"It was easy for the governor to die, but he ended up throwing the fuck mess to me."
As he thought about it, Stryker stood up.
About half an hour ago, Governor Atisac, who had lost all his retreat, at the last moment when the enemy was about to rush into the Governor's residence, announced the transfer of the title of Governor and all the power of the planet to the supreme military commander of the Platoshang Star, Colonel Stryker, and then activated the preset bomb and committed suicide to his country.
A gust of dust came from outside the car, sweeping through the sun visor in front of them, and the last beam of light had fallen behind them, with only a piece of darkness in front of them.
Stryk grabbed his headband and took it off. He was breathless and needed to calm down.
However, those terrible scenes continued to appear in his mind.
He even finds it hard to describe the things he saw, the terrifying form, whether they are monsters or demons?
But now, the only thing he can do is to gather everyone in the 183rd Regiment of Katachang and those who can still fight. He does not intend to continue to defend Attica, and this place has become a dead place.
A simple strategic plan began to form in his mind - to preserve the vitality as much as possible, and to use the complex terrain of Pai Shangxing to deal with the enemy until the Imperial reinforcements arrived.
And this is exactly what the Katachang people are best at.
In the next hour, Stryker worked hard to retrieve most of the 183rd Regiment. The original configuration of 800 people is now only more than 600 people left.
While most of the mortal garrison troops were defeated, Stryker no longer wasted his energy to gather them.
It sounds cruel, but it is very realistic. If you bring too many oil bottles, then the 183rd regiment will be wiped out in Attica, and the entire Pai Shangxing will inevitably fall.
Therefore, Stryker must give up on the nest, and everyone inside.
They began to retreat to the swamp outside the city, passed through the outer building complex of Chaodu, rushed down from the embankment, and passed through a concrete fortification on the six-lane highway.
The lane was full of wreckage of vehicles, huge oil tanks were burning with raging flames. Under the traffic signs that were blown to pieces but still flashed with speed limits and directions, Stryker urged the strong men to continue moving forward.
The cannons still rumbled in the dome of the nest, but Stryker would never look back.
To reach the swamp area, they had to cross a large area of workers' residential areas, with signs engraved on the corridors of these residential areas engraved with slogans that motivate workers to fulfill their work goals and praise the emperor.
They didn't see the enemy, but
The lobby and corridors of residential areas are full of corpses, with broken glass and broken plastic all over the ground.
Fires were lit in some areas, and the air was filled with floating cinder, which looked like incandescent snow.
There are also flies, those black and fat flies.
The flies were buzzing and the radio communication was deafening like a fire exchange. Some kind of psychic phenomenon effectively cut off any support or anything else.
"What's going on with the floating barge now?"
Hearing Stryker's voice, the correspondent pressed the communication bead and replied:
"They have basically evacuated, and according to the plan you have set out, sir, now the floating barge fleet is concentrating towards the Olympus foothill camp, but the psychic power is destroying the planet's navigation system, and no one knows how much it can reach in the end."
Colonel Stryker looked up and looked at the purple corrosive turbulence in the sky.
There is no doubt that no matter what plane you have, you will lose your sense of direction in this nightmare storm.
So close to the power of chaos, the colonel himself felt dizzy and his sense of balance was no longer there.
He felt nauseous, and pain came from his temples and goose bumps.
A dozen people had suddenly had nosebleeds along the way, and a few were twitching and vomiting. Obviously, there was only one way to die when they continued to stay in the nest. Stryker's plan has been proven to be absolutely correct.
Now they are about to rush out of this area.
"Stinky pigs are all careful!"
Stryker growled in a suppressed voice:
"We are still in the nest of hell!"
183 The Katachang Jungle Warriors passed through the buzzing clouds of fly and walked along a corridor full of broken plastic and paper confetti.
Suddenly, something seemed to explode one kilometer away, and the shock wave vibrated the ground.
Stryk walked to the corner of the hall and signaled his soldiers to come. The hedgehog following him rushed the flies while muttering to himself some imperial prayers.
This may be the oath of loyalty to the emperor he learned in his hometown.
Home……
This was once someone's home, and Stryker suddenly thought of this cruel fact.
Once upon a time, in this noisy old high-rise building, in this noisy old corridor, hardworking and humble workers returned from the manufacturing plant to cook shabby meals for their tired children.
"hedgehog!"
He pointed at the stairwell.
"You check there."
The hedgehog wiped his mouth and stretched his neck, like a pianist preparing to play, then took out the thermal imaging night vision he used when hunting in the jungle of his hometown.
Through the night vision goggles, he carefully scanned the area.
"Sir, I found nothing unusual."
"OK."
So they continued to move forward carefully, covering each other, and walked forward along the broken stairs that were blown up.
While walking, Stryker noticed a corpse on the ground. The man's head had been knocked out halfway and he was still holding a fried spoon in his hand.
The colonel sighed,
Walk into another corridor.
There is a smell of human flesh burning here.
Stryker walked along a wall and watched the ruins be filled with garbage and ragged furniture.
Looking towards the wall, under a pile of chaos signs painted with black paint, dolls and children's toys were nailed to the wall.
Stryker stared at the dolls nailed to the wall, and his heart was inexplicably furious.
He could think of how many families and friends had lost their children forever.
"Um!?"
Suddenly, Stryker noticed a detail, a detail that shouldn't have if it was a doll toy.
The next moment, he realized that these dolls were not all children's toys—
"I'll fuck him the bloody chaotic trash!"
Stryk could no longer control his roar, which scared the other Katachan warriors.
They had never seen the stern officer in such an angry shape, like the Katachang demon whose eggs were stolen.
But the colonel did not explain much, but led the soldiers to quickly cross this hell on earth, from the walls on the edge of the city to the primitive jungle full of dangers, and they were also the only survivors of Attica.