Armored train in the apocalypse

Chapter 250 Escape
Half an hour later, the wind and rain subsided slightly.

More than 300 armed soldiers were divided into two groups, with more than 200 remaining in the vehicles to guard the survivors.

The remaining teams split into more than a dozen five-person squads, landing on Guanchao Island from the east and advancing inwards.

Each team was about 100 meters apart, and the route was determined by the team leader.

However, the number of officers in the armed forces was limited, so they were replaced by soldiers in combat groups. Although they were not as versatile as Goat and Fat Rabbit, their combat skills were worlds apart from those of these soldiers who had only been trained for a few days.

To the southeast, a five-man squad advanced in a single file, with Fat Rabbit trailing at the back, one hand on the shoulder of the soldier in front of him and the other against the butt of his rifle, vigilantly observing the right front.

Many of the trees on Guanchao Island were planted by humans and were not difficult to walk on originally, but now, due to the apocalyptic mutation, the difficulty has increased significantly. In addition, many potholes are filled with water, and if you are not careful, you will step into a deep pit buried by vines.

Drowning is unlikely, but getting entangled in mutated plants would be troublesome.

The soldier in position number one, wielding a makeshift machete made from a wooden stick, hacked his way through the road and surveyed the terrain.

Position two, with its gaze fixed on the furthest point in the field of vision, is held by a "defender" with evolved vision.

Position three is responsible for the dangers in the trees and high places.

Position 4 is responsible for the left front.

During the construction of the underwater and cultivation chambers, the armed soldiers could not do much physical training. He Jie and several officers discussed it and decided to take turns giving the soldiers tactical lessons every day.

The Steel Council is training them as officers; each of them can handle multiple combat roles. Don't let He Jie's tough-guy image with two heavy machine guns fool you; he can excel as a battlefield driver, a marksman, and a mine-laying and mine-clearing expert.

Of these seventy-odd combat skills, his best are advanced battlefield command and machine gunnery.

His sniping was inaccurate, but that was relative to Qu Hang; his medical skills were lacking, but that was relative to Fat Rabbit.

Even if he were sent to the Air Force, he would be an excellent paratrooper.

Only in front of Su Huan, who had the ability to see through the illusions, did these elite soldiers appear foolish and clumsy.

No matter how much tactics they know, they have no room to use them in the special place of the armory.

After being filled in by these elite soldiers, these armed soldiers started to look somewhat presentable.

However, with insufficient training, their tactics will be exposed when compared to elite teams.

However, the advantage is that everyone has a unique evolutionary ability, and everyone sees blood, so there are no psychological problems.

Suddenly, a whooshing sound rang out.

Fat Rabbit felt a sharp pain in his left cheek. He jumped up like a rabbit and leaped onto a nearby tree trunk, shouting "Enemy on the left front!" as he fired a burst of bullets at the source of the attack.

The soldiers, realizing the danger too late, sought cover and began to fight back.

The bushes were like lawnmowers, sap splattering under the muzzles of five guns.

Fat Rabbit only raised his fist after seeing a figure fall.

But the soldiers below were still clicking away at their empty guns, which angered him so much that he kicked one of them down and shoved him to the ground with a large shovel.

"Can't you understand the ceasefire?!"

But considering this was a battlefield, there was no time to educate him, so they could only instruct the others to hide and take cover, and then educate him after everything was over.

After a while, they conducted test shots and, finding no problems, Fat Rabbit shouted to clean up the battlefield.

He crouched behind a tree, drew his dagger, and used the side of the dagger to examine his face.

I saw a black needle stuck in it, with obvious redness and swelling around it, and I was so angry that I felt numb.

"Captain, are you okay?"

Several soldiers who had confirmed the target's death gathered around and looked at the ten-centimeter-long black needle on his face with concern, asking him a question.

Fat Rabbit took out a first-aid kit while pointing at Number Four and saying angrily, "When you get back, you're going to clean the toilet with a toothbrush for a month!"

Because of the swelling in her cheeks, Fat Rabbit's voice was somewhat distorted.

This demonstrates the potency of the toxicity.

If even a first-tier evolved being is like this, an ordinary person would die on the spot!

Fat Rabbit poured some alcohol onto the dagger. "Someone come and pull the thorns out of my face."

Just as the soldier in position number two was about to reach out, he was kicked away by the enraged fat rabbit.

"Idiot! Didn't you see it's a poison needle?!"

"Wear gloves!"

After the needle was removed, the bump on Fat Rabbit's face was swollen to the height of a fist, and her originally firm facial features were now as chubby as a steamed bun.

The antidote was not found on the survivor who attacked them, perhaps because the attacker never intended to make one.

Fat Rabbit had no choice but to accept its bad luck. It hardened its heart, drew a cross on its face, squeezed out the pus and blood, and then used its first-level "doctor" profession to concoct a hemostatic and anti-inflammatory medicine from the evolved plant it carried and applied it.

"Where's the body?"

"It's in front, I'll drag it over."

"I'll drag you..."

Fat Rabbit cursed in his unclear speech for a full minute before finally standing up, leaning on a tree for support.

It wasn't that he was out of words, he was just really dizzy.

But now is not the time to rest.

With those idiots around, even if he went back now, he might not be able to get back to the car alive.

We need to find teammates for support.

Teammates with real tactical awareness, not these half-baked individuals.

After walking up to the body and carefully checking the surroundings for reflective objects, booby traps, explosives, or other hidden dangers, Fat Rabbit fired two more shots at the body before turning it over so that the body was face up.

The corpse was dressed in modified jeans and a shirt, stained with obvious dirt and smelling strongly of grass juice. Its face was covered in colorful paint, and it was holding a PVC pipe in its hand. A leather bag was slung around its waist, containing a densely packed bunch of black needles and a large amount of dark greenish-black powder.

At this moment, sporadic gunshots came from the distant jungle, indicating that other teams were also fighting against these "priests".

Perhaps his ointment worked, and some sensation returned to my face.

The numbness turned into itching and pain.

"Captain, should we continue?"

Fat Rabbit rolled her eyes at him, stopped trying to say anything, pointed in a direction where gunfire was heard, and quickly moved towards that direction.

Ten minutes later, the fat rabbit and the goat approached each other.

They were met with a barrage of mocking laughter the moment they met.

The goat side achieved a great victory, killing a total of five priests.

Fat Rabbit said irritably, "What are you laughing at? I'm a doctor. Your ability is like cheating. If you hadn't used your ability and met him, you might have been defeated."

The goat chuckled and said, "Who the hell would fight him head-on? This isn't a patrol duty. I'll just overpower them. Look at those three, they were taken out by a single grenade."

Just as Fat Rabbit was about to speak, he saw the goat's eyes go blank, and it leaped up without shaking its rifle.

The two only relaxed a little when they heard two-syllable birdsong coming from the jungle.

This was a secret code they checked before setting off to avoid accidental injury.

A man wearing a standard military raincoat emerged from the jungle; he had a prominent nose and a sharp, capable demeanor.

It was Lu Xiao.

"Are you injured too?" the goat asked.

Lu Xiao glanced around, pointed to the corpse on the ground and said, "This one escaped from our side. I chased after it a couple more steps."

Fat Rabbit put down his gun and casually asked, "How many have you killed? Were there any tough ones?"

"The three of them were ordinary people. They were all stunned when they saw the gun barrel. Only this one ran away when he realized something was wrong, which made me run a bit longer."

Lu Xiao shook his head. A commotion came from behind him, and Miao Qi and Xiao Ma arrived with their men.

"Be careful, there are quite a few evolved beings among these people, and some who use poison. They're quite different from the previous survivors," Fat Rabbit warned. Lu Xiao glanced at the wound on his face and nodded.

"Continue pushing forward and strive to meet up with the main train before dark."

After the goat finished speaking, it led the way into the jungle.

He didn't adopt the tactical movement of the fat rabbit. With his "probability judgment", he only needed to move forward quickly, and his ability would naturally solve the problem of reconnaissance.

The Fat Rabbit Squad followed behind.

Lu Xiao changed direction and continued to carry out the mission.

……

A disheveled figure was running through the jungle.

His shoes slipped off as he ran, flipping up to his ankles, but he didn't dare stop. Every now and then, he would tug at the messy hair covering his eyes, revealing a look of terror, and he ran deeper into the jungle, his steps uneven.

They breathed a sigh of relief when they found a big tree, and leaned against the trunk, panting heavily.

"Do you think that because this is their territory, I won't dare to come in?"

A cold voice came from above.

The man felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and stiffly raised his head.

Above him, a pair of eerie green and fluorescent yellow beast eyes curiously looked down at him, one of them being particularly large and round.

"Oh!"

The meerkat leaped down from the tree, stomped on the man's shoulder, knocking him to the ground, pulled out a pistol, and pressed it against the back of the man's head, pulling the trigger before he could even beg for mercy.

The small figures in the trees seemed startled by the gunshot.

After a long while, seeing no danger, it poked its furry head out to look at the meerkat.

They were a group of black and gray "kittens".

These kittens are exceptionally small, but unlike ordinary kittens, they are not naive. Each one has bright eyes and is swift in movement. Their leaping movements in the treetops are even more rapid than those of adult cats.

He is the overlord of this area.

They've managed this place so well that there isn't even a bug.

Anything that can move will be caught by them.

Perhaps because of their beast-like transformation, these little creatures did not attack the mongooses.

But he didn't show much enthusiasm; he merely didn't object to her approaching his territory.

The meerkat searched the man's body, caught sight of his tightly clenched hand, and stepped on it with its military boot, crushing the hand open to reveal a bright red crystal inside.

The meerkat's beastly eyes narrowed.

She found this thing when she killed the third person, but it was much smaller than the one the man had.

When the man was cornered, he bit the thing into pieces and swallowed it.

Their fighting power skyrocketed instantly, even more dramatically than if they'd been injected with adrenaline.

It's somewhat similar to the effect of instantly transforming into a beast.

She suspected it was a dangerous new material and planned to bring it back to the train so that experts could take a closer look.

She didn't want to put these inexplicable things in her mouth before she figured them out.

Putting away the crystal, the meerkat gave the treetop a bright smile, then turned and walked in another direction.

"I am leaving."

Initially, meerkats refused to take on such purely hunting missions.

Despite being tormented by He Jie for so long, she still holds onto her principles.

However, after witnessing these priests frantically hunting each other, the meerkats temporarily set aside their moral constraints.

Isn't using violence to stop violence a virtue?

What is a perilous mutated jungle for others is like home to her.

With almost no skill required, she instinctively blended herself into the jungle, able to determine with her instincts where there were mutated beasts and mutated plants with a 70-80% success rate.

The remaining 10-20% utilize jungle warfare techniques taught by He Jie.

This man was his twelfth target.

Old Wu was even more pleased.

He had no morals whatsoever, even as a professional soldier.

Before he had even used up a basic load of ammunition, he had already taken down more than thirty people!

Because the sacrificial ceremony begins from the west, the area on this side is more densely populated.

But now he has cleared it all out.

The combat team was better equipped than the armed regiment, and their ammunition supply was almost unlimited. In addition, since this was a short-term mission, Lao Wu carried a full forty magazines as a precaution.

1,600 bullets!

It's enough to cover all the participants and still leave a base for bird hunting.

Under this strangulation, fewer and fewer people participated in the New Eden escape ritual.

……

The resort hotel on Guanchao Island is one of the few intact buildings on the entire island.

The others were either invaded by mutated plants or were damaged beyond recognition by survivors, bearing no resemblance to their original state.

Only this standalone luxury resort hotel has largely retained its pre-apocalyptic appearance.

Only the two broken pieces of glass added a touch of decay to the hotel.

The second priest sat on an upscale sofa, swirling a tall champagne glass filled with red wine.

Three trusted confidants were playing cards in the living room, while a tall, thin figure stood in the corner of the room, as quiet as a dead man.

How many people are left?

The second priest suddenly asked a question.

One of his trusted confidants, who was playing cards, suddenly closed his eyes and after a while said in surprise, "There's only a little over a thousand left."

The second priest's eyes lit up. "Only a thousand? Is this batch of such high quality? Are those key marked ones still alive?"

"Two died, and the remaining three are alive."

The second priest downed the red wine in his glass in one gulp, then stood up excitedly. "Excellent, excellent! Only through fiercer battles can we select stronger warriors to serve us."

After glancing at the figure standing in the corner of the room, the confidant chuckled, "Those fools thought they were trying to please the gods, but little did they know you were the god!"

Another confidant chimed in, "If you ask me, let's not bother with all that rituals. Let the High Priest choose."

The second priest's expression turned slightly cold. "What do you know? There are too many people on the island. Where are we going to find enough food for them? Besides, only through battle can the strongest Grim Reaper be selected."

The three confidants chuckled.

The second priest looked out at the dense forest and, for some reason, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

I felt a vague sense of unease.

"By the way, what is the High Priest doing right now?"

The confidant paused for a moment, then said, "That old woman has lost her mind, constantly chanting that prophecy of God's agent..."

The second priest calmly said, "Go and see her."

(End of this chapter)