Armor-piercing bullets don't believe in carbon-based monsters

Chapter 386 The Crimson Dawn

Chapter 386 The Crimson Dawn
The mornings in Wanzhou were filled with the stench of blood.

But this time, there wasn't much gunpowder smoke mixed in with the bloodshed.

Just as Yu Qian said, not many people died.

There were only a few dozen corpses on the ground.

The corpses lay neatly on the ground, most of them with ropes still bound to their hands.

They may have tried to struggle, but all their struggles were meaningless in the face of the battle-hardened and heavily armed volunteer soldiers.

Looking at the blood flowing on the ground, Yu Qian fell into a long silence.

Just now, he personally participated in the execution.

At this moment, the muzzle of the 191 rifle still carried a bit of warmth, and when you reached out to touch it, that trace of warmth seemed to bring a touch of comfort to this cold morning.

He silently removed the magazine and took out loose bullets from the bullet pouch on his waist, reloading them one by one.

A soft clicking sound rang out, like the tolling of a countdown clock.

The time is 7:50 a.m.

The offensive against Jinling City must have already begun, thousands of miles away.

Is the smell of blood stronger there than here?
Will the resistance of the people there, the Christian defenders there, be even more resolute?

I don't know about the remaining money, and I don't want to know.

He reloaded the magazine, pulled the bolt back up, and locked the safety as he always did.

During previous training sessions, the battalion commander said that unless it is an emergency, it is best not to load the gun or rely on the safety function to ensure safety.

That would cause the spring to wear out quickly, and if it jams during intense combat, it could pose an even more fatal danger.
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But he felt that what the commander said wasn't entirely correct.

While spring aging and jamming are low-probability events, the constant dangers in the wasteland are high-probability events.

Instead of worrying about low-probability events, it's better to make yourself safer as much as possible in the "short term".

He had also shared his thoughts with the regimental commander, whose response was quite simple.

"Do it your way. Anyway, you're already a company commander, so you still have some discretion."

Discretionary power.

This term has always been quite unfamiliar to those with spare money, but the group leader seems to have always been adhering to this concept of "freedom".

Limited freedom, and the power to make autonomous decisions within the rules.

Just like the order they issued last night.

Not far away, soldiers carrying corpses wore masks and gloves, and their movements were quite rough.

Yu Qian couldn't help but frown and called out:
"Be gentle!"

"Blood splattered on you could carry germs!"

"Understood, Company Commander!"

The soldiers looked up and answered, while Yu Qian shook his head and turned to leave.

Behind him, the volunteer soldiers, who had already assembled, were conducting their daily morning exercises. However, since they were still in combat, the exercises were quite simple.

It's just running 800 meters while maintaining the formation.

Compared to their time at Base 011 and in the mountain city, this level of training intensity is barely even considered "beginner level," it's merely a kind of "awakening program."

"One, two, three, four!"

"one two three four!"

The loud slogans echoed through Wanzhou, seemingly diluting some of the suffocating gloom that permeated the city.

Yu Qian walked straight past the queue and headed towards the kitchen staff who were preparing breakfast.

The aroma of food wafted from several large pots. Yu Qian asked the cook:
What are we eating today?

"Reporting to the company commander, rice porridge stewed with wild boar jerky! We've added some leafy greens!"

"Maintain your daily vitamin intake as instructed by the commander!"

"However, we didn't have many green vegetables, so we added some wild vegetables!"

"it is good."

Yu Qian nodded.

"Give me a bowl."

He took out a water bottle from his backpack and placed it on the large table in front of the pot. The cook quickly served the meat porridge, but Yu Qian did not sit down to eat.

He put the lid on the water bottle and walked towards the wounded soldiers' camp.

Along the way, countless hungry eyes were fixed on him.

His gaze swept over them, and those eyes shrank back in fear.

Only one child, crawling on the ground, struggled but determinedly towards him.

The child reached out, trying to reach the jug of porridge in his hand.

Yu Qian looked down at him condescendingly, then squatted down and placed the kettle on the ground. He opened the lid, and a fragrant aroma instantly filled the air.

The child was wolfing down the piping hot meat porridge when, without warning, he spilled it all over the floor.

So he knelt down and licked it.

A hint of reluctance flashed in Yu Qian's eyes, but he still did not make any move.

He simply picked up the water bottle from the ground, turned it upside down, shook it a couple of times, and poured out the last bits of water.

Then he turned and left.

Footsteps sounded behind him, and the owners who had been watching him swarmed forward, snatching the meat porridge from the ground.

Yu Qian walked towards the mess hall, put down the kettle, and said:

"one more bowl."

This time, when he returned, all the spying men surrounded him.

They stopped hiding, but they also didn't come any closer.

Yu Qian also did not "hand over" the meat porridge in his hand.

He walked forward resolutely.

On the flank, the temporary command post has been evacuated from the vicinity of the Church of the Mechanicus.

The soldiers used a precious barrel of gasoline and a large amount of still-damp firewood to set the church ablaze.

Thick smoke billowed upwards, and flames quickly rose up as well.

The church, filled with filth and sin, was engulfed in flames, and a gear-like emblem fell from above with a loud "bang."

The time is 8:10.

The offensive on Jinling City should have ended.

Was the mechanical sanctuary there also burned down?

No.

Given the personalities of the leaders, such a fine building would certainly not be wasted.

Perhaps it will be transformed into something like a "residents' activity center".

Just like they did in Hanshui City.

Yu Qian stared at the burning church for a while, lost in thought, and spilled some of the meat porridge.

He was brought back to his senses by the burn, so he lifted his foot and continued walking forward.

The wounded soldiers' camp was right in front of us.

But the groans inside had subsided considerably.

Many people died at night.

Those who survived have experienced significantly less suffering.

Yu Qian lifted the curtain at the entrance to the wounded soldiers' camp.

Two medics are severing the leg of a wounded soldier.

Their movements were certainly not skillful; in fact, they could be described as haphazard.

But they had no other choice.

They could only listen to Fuxi's instructions over the radio while trying to use their not-so-sharp daggers to slowly cut away the wounded man's calves, which had been shattered by large-caliber smoothbore bullets.

The wounded soldier lay motionless on the bed.

This is a result of an overdose of anesthesia.

Will he survive?

Who knows.

But he absolutely wouldn't have survived if his leg hadn't been amputated.

Yu Qian walked to a makeshift bed made of stones and planks, and then put down the meat porridge he was holding.

"Eat."

He opened his mouth and said:
“Jinling City is gone—no, the Mechanicus Cult within Jinling City is gone.”

"I bought you half an hour."

"Now is the time to make a decision."

Across from him, Guo Xu's face was gloomy.

After a long silence, he spoke:
"If I said I wanted to see more..."