Those blood vessels were completely swollen. They were now a bright purple color and seemed to be alive. They were tightly adhered to the skull of the hound. In an abnormal state, the contents of the blood vessels did not seem to be coagulated.
Blood, but some other substance.
The captain used a tactical knife to puncture a thick blood vessel, and the purple-red viscous substance dripped down bit by bit. There was no trace of blood in it.
"Are they parasitic microorganisms? They have multiplied to such a huge scale in the bodies of hounds." No. 3 sighed, "Hounds go crazy and attack their own people because of this thing."
"It's true. Microorganisms that are similar to bacteria and have extremely strong vitality can survive in the body of a modified hound, and use it as a breeding ground to reproduce and spread to such a huge scale." The captain said, comparing it to those in the world.
Ordinary mold, this kind of microorganism is surprising. He looked at Cassia, and their eyes met for a brief time.
That is very obvious. This kind of microorganism can be related to surgery. Its origin is probably not from a corner of the ordinary world, but is very likely to come from extreme areas.
"Bury it first, things may get troublesome." The captain looked heavy. He stood up and glanced at the group of team members in the distance, and then looked at the sky above his head. Thick snow clouds were moving slowly under the strong wind.
But its size is so large that it has always shrouded the mountain range inside.
Several people quickly dug up the gravel on the ground and quickly dug a big hole. They threw the hound corpses and the blood-stained stones in and buried them. The trainer wanted to pour in the corpse dissolving liquid, which was the hound that followed him.
, it is impossible not to have feelings. But he was stopped by the captain. "It's better to leave it to yourself. I'm not pessimistic. Things are a bit troublesome."
The traces left by the burial were handed over to two tracking experts No. 3 and No. 16. Cassia and the captain walked towards the group of team members. The trainer followed behind with his body shrunken.
"I want all the team members to check their physical condition. I am worried that the microorganisms will not only have great destructive power on hounds, but also us humans themselves will unknowingly become a breeding ground for their reproduction." Cassia was a little worried.
Worried, he said while walking side by side with the captain, "And they had long expected that we would use hounds to track them, so they made preparations at the location where the patrol died.
It should be that the active carrier of this microorganism was placed in the liquid after the corpses were dissolved, waiting for the hound to smell it when extracting the smell, and finally entered the body of the hound through the nose. And the time calculation was roughly accurate.
, probably there are experts in this field among them, who can calculate the approximate time when the hound went crazy. The enemy came prepared, and it seems that there is some purpose in attacking the patrol."
"For example, to attract a team like us out of the defense range of the volcano base." The captain suddenly answered. He knew much more information than Cassia, and he also knew the enemy's situation better. But he only said one sentence and then closed his mouth.
He kept his mouth shut. He had no intention of continuing to reveal more information to Cassia.
Ten minutes later, two veterans with expertise in traces finished handling the matter on the gravel field and ran over to return to the team.
Under the captain's order, the team quickly left this open gravel area. They moved forward on the edge of the gravel area, relying on the cover of the weeds that were taller than half an adult, and marched non-stop for two hours.
Finally, we completely left the gravel belt and came to a hillside. Here are sparse ancient forests.
The ground is a layer of withered, soft and dense lawn, there are not many huge old trees, and there is plenty of light.
After ordering a break here, the captain asked everyone to report their own heart rate and breathing rate after their usual high-intensity training. Then there was a cross-check between the team members to see if the other party's current heart rate and breathing rate were consistent with their own.
The data stated are consistent.
Death is an extremely scary thing for most people. If that kind of thing is not only for hounds, but also for humans, it is irresistible. The captain is afraid that some of the dozen team members will lie.
But the results are a relief. They are all in line with normal data, and no one is abnormal.
"Now everyone takes off their equipment," the captain then ordered, and at the same time he did as he said, "take off all your clothes and check if there are any abnormalities on the surface of the body!"
The task was carried out without any complaints, except for Cassia, whose face was a little red. A dozen grown men stripped naked in a sparse forest in winter, and then checked each other's bodies. He felt very unsuitable. Of course.
It’s not that they feel cold. The others are all veterans in the volcano base. After several years of military life, these things are nothing. At least they don’t think about it as much as Cassia.
Mainly check the areas with dense blood vessels on the body to see if there are obvious plaques or other signs of congestion on the skin surface. As for biology, no one here is involved. But I am worried, so I can only
Use this clumsy method.
The current situation is reassuring. There are no obvious strange marks on the strong bodies of all the members. That kind of thing seems to be only effective on hunting dogs.
After resting for about ten minutes, the team continued to move forward based on the findings of the two veterans who tracked the specialty. The radio signal was still interfered with, and there was only electronic noise, which was ineffective. The communications soldiers kept debugging, but still accepted
No valid information found.
At this time, the captain spread out the map, found the surrounding landmarks, and confirmed the team's current location. He then took out the compass and thought carefully for a moment before making a decision, "We need to join up with one or two other teams.
, it’s better to gather our strength.” No trace of the enemy has been found yet, and following the faint traces always makes the captain feel uneasy.
Cassia had the same feeling. The team was in an uninhabited mountain range, between the enemy and the enemy. Unknowingly, it became a game between the hunter and the prey. And it was not a fair game. Microorganisms that make hounds go crazy.
It is very likely that it comes from extreme areas. There is no need to speculate on the probability that the enemy team is all surgeons.
If you are tracking the enemy, is the enemy also tracking you based on the team’s traces?
Unable to contact other teams, information cannot be exchanged and summarized, and it is destined to be an unanswered question.
"Our twenty teams were advancing in a fan shape at the beginning, with a large range. And the signal interference has been going on for such a long time. The volcano base should have noticed it, right? How long will it take for there to be movement at the base?" During the march, Cassia came to the captain.
Next to the captain, the signal soldier was also among them, he asked.