All the manpower mobilized from the headquarters and other urban areas have already arrived and have joined up with the little lapels who are returning from the city one after another.
Those who were injured were treated, while those who were not injured formed a team to go into the city for search and rescue.
Considering that it is not practical to rescue people in a venue dominated by bats.
The order issued by Yang Congxian was for these people to "contact" and "find out" the distribution of people in the city.
If you find a student or an injured lapel, ask them to hide, write down the coordinates, and wait for the code.
"The military department has issued an order asking us to cooperate with you in the rescue work. Deputy Director Yang, it is up to you to decide how to do it!"
Li Mingchang, wearing formal clothes, walked over with firm eyes and said.
Yang Congxian glanced at the sky.
It is now nearly four o'clock in the afternoon.
The sun is setting in the western sky, and red clouds are gradually rising. There seems to be a fire cloud tonight. The red clouds curl up and draw a golden edge, which is both like an oil painting and a piece of blood, which is scary.
"According to the plan, Commander Li is asked to organize the troops. In a few hours, our personnel will be temporarily withdrawn.
Then ask the comrades from the army to go in from the city gate,
Open a fire gap,
The purpose is not to destroy, nor to rescue,
It's not wrong to attract, or to feint,
In short, make as much noise as possible to attract enough bats.
At the same time, our men will send out signals,
and organize rescue,
The first priority is to save people!"
Yang Congxian said calmly.
Li Mingchang nodded: "Okay, when will that be?"
"According to the information we have received, there seems to be an extremely powerful high-level creature hidden in the center of the city.
If converted into a strong human being,
I'm afraid it's level four or above.
To ensure safety, the director of our company has rushed back by plane.
Estimated arrival at eight o'clock tonight,
It’s time to launch a general attack!”
"clear!"
Li Mingchang pulled his collar with a slightly fierce look on his face, looked towards Shacheng in the distance, and rushed to the guards and said:
"Send the order! The entire regiment is on standby! At eight o'clock tonight, Shacheng will be captured!"
…
…
"This is the evening news... The government attaches great importance to the accidents caused by sudden sandstorms projected across our country during the day, and ordered all provinces and localities to organize rescues immediately to ensure the safety of personnel..."
After the sun sets.
People were getting off work or school, and housewives from all over the provinces turned on the TV and started cooking dinner at the same time.
At the same time, we also obtained the latest official news about projection through radio and television media.
Different people have different views on this.
Some are just watching the fun.
Some of them also need to comment a few words.
Some people can't help but be glad that they didn't become practitioners, which is not necessarily a bad thing.
At the very least, you won't face such weird risks.
In the same way, there are many families who are staring at the TV set intently and nervously, sweating over their children who are practitioners.
…
"The media and society are paying close attention to this, and we must act as soon as possible."
Standing in the dark sky, Yang Congxian stared at Shacheng in the distance, with a black short knife hanging quietly by his side.
From time to time, thin, almost invisible arcs of electricity jumped from the blade.
It's already half past seven.
The news broadcast has just ended.
But the work here has not yet begun.
The remaining 100 or so little lapels here at Trisi are all waiting attentively.
Behind them were military vehicles crowding the road.
These military vehicles were quite large, with a rainproof sheet covering the back. Soldiers were jumping out of the vehicles one after another, all holding firearms in their hands.
They dress uniformly and move in unison. Although the individual momentum is far inferior to that of the practitioners, they are still a formidable force when they are lined up collectively and have guns in hand.
In the other direction, several small military jeeps that had just arrived had also just arrived.
There is a machine gun mounted on the roof of each vehicle, and the machine gunner is inspecting it.
It has been more than three years since the spiritual energy was revived, and the number of high-level practitioners is scarce.
The balance of combat power in this world is still heavily tilted towards thermal weapons and group armies, and the cultivator forces have not yet launched a real challenge or threat to them.
Cannon caliber still represents justice.
Communication between the Secret Service and the military allowed the military to join the battlefield.
However, based on the danger level and various other factors, only this size of military force can participate in the rescue.
Soldiers equipped with assault rifles and submachine guns, as well as a small number of machine gun vehicles.
As for helicopters, helicopters were mobilized in a projection in a certain province in China before, but actual combat showed that in the face of these vampire bats dominating the sky, the role of helicopters was weakened to very little.
Therefore, this sand attack was not used.
Artillery, on the other hand, is restricted by the environment and the safety of the students, so it is not allowed to be used, let alone tanks.
Li Mingchang felt a little regretful about this.
The army in peacetime rarely had tough battles to fight, but it was not easy for tens of thousands of bats to fight. Li Mingchang felt a little itchy in his heart, but it was a pity that reality did not allow it.
…
"The director's phone number!"
A man with a small lapel walked over quickly, holding a mobile phone in his hand.
Yang Congxian hurriedly took it after hearing the words, and then said a few words to the other end of the phone. Half a minute later, he turned off the phone, with a light flickering in his eyes.
"Deputy Director Yang?"
The little lapel asked tentatively.
Yang Congxian came back to his senses, shook his coat, and his figure suddenly stood tall and straight, with an aura that could not be released.
"what time is it?"
"Seven fifty-four, six minutes to eight o'clock."
"good."
Yang Congxian nodded. He stretched out his hand and wiped the blade. The electric arc flickered between his fingers and the blade.
"Order!"
"Everyone ready for action!"
"Inform Captain Li to start the attack at eight o'clock sharp!"
"Everyone is distributed three times the standard supplies, and has brought enough medicines and flares!"
"Once we attract those guys head-on, rescue operations will begin immediately!"
"Go ahead and tell all the team members tonight, if they rescue one person, they will get ten points.
Every time you kill an ordinary bat, you get one point.
Killing a bat with lightning ability will add two points, based on the bat's teeth!
Report to the Statistics Department afterwards,
Resources can be redeemed according to points!”
"yes!"
Little Lapel immediately took the order and left.
Yang Congxian shook off his coat and strode forward with a hint of fighting intent in his eyes.
As the temporary commander-in-chief, he had been sitting here all day, with murderous intent already strong in his heart. Now that the director was about to arrive, Yang Congxian felt light all over, and without waiting any longer, he immediately walked towards the main gate of Shacheng.
…
Within the city.
At night, the bats seem to be more active.
Under the moonlight, the entire deserted sand city also rarely looked softer.
And in those buildings, there are pairs of eyes hidden in the numerous, dark windows.
Those are the students hiding in the building.
Or hide alone.
Or in small groups.
They are all nervously waiting for rescue to arrive.
During the day, a considerable number of students had been found by the lapels, but they could not take them away at that time and could only let them hide patiently and wait.
Waiting for the official rescue to arrive in the evening.
In a dilapidated room.
Wang Daming sat cross-legged at the door, blocking the only gap.
His clothes that had been neatly ironed in the past were now in tatters, and his meticulously combed hair had been blown up like a hedgehog by the electric balls spit out by those bats in the previous battle, with its roots standing on end.
In the room behind him, there were dozens of students from different classes sitting.
Most of them were listless and had dry lips. The wind was constantly taking away the moisture from their bodies.
Suddenly, a student took out his mobile phone with no signal, looked at the time, and whispered: "It's already eight o'clock in the evening."
As soon as he finished speaking, there seemed to be a gunshot from a distance, like a firecracker exploding in the New Year, making a crisp sound.