Crossover anime/manga, can you be my immortal companion for life?

Kirito and Kazuma, who were standing nearby, took the opportunity to leap onto the roof of the car and then jumped down without hesitation to start a massacre.

Although Kerry said he would take it himself, he still gave the axe to Hezhen.

He Zhen then delivered a powerful leap and slash, sending the shouting man flying.

Kirito, wielding a katana in one hand and a vajra in the other, relentlessly slashed and thrust at anything and everyone around him.

After they cleared the landing site, they immediately attracted fire, gunfire erupted, and He Zhen revived.

However, at the same time, Kerry pulled Xiangzi up from the roof of the car, and the two of them squatted on the roof and opened fire on the alley.

The strong smell of blood permeated the village, and could be clearly smelled within a kilometer radius when the wind blew.

The cramped space has been transformed into a slaughterhouse, where these fruits of human wisdom and technology efficiently harvest human lives.

Without lingering any longer, since the goal was to break out rather than kill the enemy, and considering that Ryugu Rena had mentioned seeing the enemy's camp on the mountain path, that must be the command post.

Decapitation strikes play a significant role in modern warfare where intelligence is a major advantage.

The three had planned their route in advance. They took out the cheap grenades they had collected along the way and threw them directly over the carriage. However, the other side reacted very quickly, throwing grenades back at them regardless of whether there were any comrades left.

Actually, Kerry misunderstood; the other party didn't have that much courage.

Simply because they saw the carriage shaking and heard the screams of others, and knew that the thing was about to fight them, the soldiers who couldn't see the enemy were too terrified to throw grenades.

"Third platoon! Fourth platoon! Take cover in the buildings immediately! The enemy may get off the train and attack at any time!"

The commander behind him was nervously analyzing the situation from the chaotic intelligence being relayed by rows of soldiers at the front, his hair already covered in sweat as he performed battlefield micro-management.

However, the people who secured the third row had no intention of lingering there; their goal was very clear.

After the four men recovered from the grenade bombardment, they quickly stood up, jumped over the obstacles, and rushed towards the woods beside the second main road.

If the intelligence is correct, this leads to the old dam site, which is the junkyard where Ryugu Rena saw those soldiers' shirts! From there, you can directly point your sword at the enemy command post!

At the same time, a large number of young men from Hinamizawa arrived at the foot of the mountain. Few of them had the stamina to recover quickly by dying, and they were already exhausted after running all night.

Looking at the scenes of corpses and blood in the alleys, even the villagers, who were known for their fierce and warlike nature and the legends of a ghost village, were terrified. They had no ghost village at all; those outsiders were the real demons.

However, they immediately searched the ground for the weapons that Kree and his men hadn't had time to loot, and then charged forward.

Based on the drone operator's report, the commander, after thinking for a while, suddenly realized the other party's destination and was greatly alarmed.

"Return to defense! Return to defense! All troops withdraw from the village! Hold the mountain pass at all costs!"

Then he stood up with a serious expression and spoke solemnly.

"The command post must immediately retreat to the foot of the mountain! Our soldiers cannot be without our command!"

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Chapter 156 Running so fast.

Counter-attack? Counter-attack isn't so easy.

As the soldiers pushed aside the obstacles and drove back, they were met with indiscriminate firing from the Hinamizawa civilians.

They were willing to turn back and fight back, but the command center ordered them to retreat. The on-site team commander could only arrange for some people to cover the rear, while the rest of them retreated with the vehicles.

Just like its name suggests, the village is a dumping ground for waste. Because few recycling companies come to this small village, villagers tend to leave their discarded furniture, newspapers, books, televisions, and other miscellaneous items here without a care, except for wet waste.

Kree and his men moved quickly through the debris. For ordinary people, walking through this kind of terrain at night would be extremely dangerous, but fortunately, the Undead Legion's physical abilities allowed them to move around as if on flat ground.

The enemy quickly spotted the group.

Bullets and flashbangs arrived in an instant, and the group temporarily took cover behind a dilapidated van.

Unbeknownst to the others, the van was Ryugu Rena's secret base, filled with her favorite dolls and old items, but it was now under heavy fire.

The enemy was also extremely nervous at this moment, because Kerry and his men arrived much faster than they expected, so they wanted to suppress them with firepower while continuing to strengthen their defenses.

However, Kerry could certainly guess what they were thinking.

"Kazuma, hurry up and get going."

"It hurts so much!"

Kazuma complained, grabbed a refrigerator door from the mountain of garbage to use as a shield, unequipped himself, and charged out.

In an instant, a hail of bullets rained down, and Kazuma's movements were frequently halted by the impact of the bullets. However, Kazuma's petite stature actually came in handy. When he bent over, the refrigerator door could almost cover his entire body except for his calves.

However, household refrigerator doors cannot stop rifle bullets; they can only reduce the impact of the bullets. This is quite fatal for ordinary people. They would collapse after a few bites, or they would be unable to bear the excruciating pain.

However, having been in pain all night, Kazuma didn't care about anything else. After rushing more than ten meters, he threw the grenade in his hand and then fell to the ground.

But that was enough. The moment the enemy's defenses saw the grenade, they didn't care whether it would hit them or not. They collapsed instantly, and the soldiers abandoned their weapons and fled.

After all, this was a unit of extraordinary soldiers whose own officers dared to steal the underwear of female soldiers in the logistics department, and none of them had ever been on the battlefield. It was already quite remarkable that they had managed to hold out for this long in a live-fire environment before running away.

As Kazuma fell, the three members of the Kerry trio, who had been preparing to charge with grenades, stared blankly at the sandbags above them, which had been blasted into a crater and were now completely deserted.

However, the three of them reacted immediately, started running quickly, and then jumped into the sandbags.

Upon reaching the blockade, they discovered that only a few soldiers remained, using the vehicles as cover for firing. A small table with a power bank on it was now empty.

It can be concluded that their commander has likely already fled.

But that's alright, it's good that they ran away!

After casually killing the soldiers, Kerry and his men searched the area and found a truck. Inside, they discovered one or two soldiers huddled under the seats, trembling with fear. Without hesitation, they smashed the window and opened the truck door.

"Wait! We didn't go up the mountain, I'm just collecting my salary, I don't..."

“I’m a soft-hearted person and can’t stand hearing people beg for mercy, so please don’t beg.”

Kerry snapped the necks of the two men.

Then Kerry was shot in the torso.

"There's a sniper."

Snipers, a deadly weapon on the battlefield, are the most useless unit for the Kree's few undead.

It would be better to set up a machine gun position so that people can't even get up, which might actually help suppress the enemy.

Kurisu and the other two, who wouldn't be rendered immobile by enemy fire, sat in the front, while Kirito crawled to the back. Kazuma was still refreshing the resurrection match.

[Kiritani Kazuto: There seems to be communication equipment in the back; there are a lot of instruments. Let me take a look.]

The people on board didn't seem to be in troop carriers, but that's not important.

"Hold on tight!"

The keys were in the car, and Kerry stepped on the gas.

The tilt angle, combined with the massive initial impact of Kerry's stomp, propelled the car downhill.

With a bright moon and few stars, one can see the lights of thousands of homes below from the mountain path in Hinamizawa.

The warm breeze of late spring dispelled the lingering smell of blood that had filled my nose all night, and I could still smell a faint fragrance of earth.

The car was going so fast that you wondered if it would veer off the mountain road at the next bend.

Xiangzi felt she should be nervous or scared, but she wasn't. Driven by the strong push-back sensation, she just felt somewhat comfortable.

She raised her hand to support her chin, only to realize that her tattered gloves were covered in blood. Without taking them off, Xiangzi saw her reflection in the intact passenger window. So she reached out and used the blood to draw a smiley face where her mouth should be in the reflection.

……

On the other side, the commander in the carriage on the way down the mountain did not dare to report to his superiors that he had escaped. Instead, he repeatedly contacted his superiors to try to confirm their support location.

"Reinforcements have arrived at the foot of Mount Hinamizawa, from Okimiya! Daiyu-kun, you must hold on!"

Instead of reprimanding him, his superiors spoke to him kindly.

But the commander then realized what was happening.

Damn it! When you mess something up and your superiors don't scold you, it means one thing: even these stupid superiors who never get involved on the front lines know that if something is too difficult, they can't handle it at all!

No wonder his superiors agreed to his request for support and those special armed forces without any hesitation!

He is now filled with regret, deep regret. At the time, he even volunteered to take responsibility because although the matter would have ended once it was exposed, it was still a promotion opportunity.

Once he accomplishes this task, at least within the organization, he will be someone absolutely trustworthy to be trusted by that large organization.

But now it's all over, and he feels that his encounter with reinforcements on his way down the mountain is hard to explain.

But he couldn't stop, because he had just received news that the enemy was chasing him.

"Waste! Waste!"

After hanging up the call with his superior and taking off his headset, he, who had run away first, started cursing.

"A bunch of good-for-nothings! They're all so impressive when they drag me to brothels during holidays, but they only lasted me two minutes!"

While complaining, he glanced nervously toward the rear door.

However, he started hearing car noises at the same time he took off his headset.

"what?!"

"Drive faster! Those guys are catching up!"

He shouted at the driver in front of him.

The driver, also in a panic, glanced at the faint headlights of another car in the rearview mirror and could only accelerate.

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Chapter 157 The Phoenix Burned to the Bone

When there are many people, they all go together; when there are few people, they run. They're practically wearing a ring, a typical marathon runner.

Kerry gripped the steering wheel, assessing the situation on the road.

If it weren't for the fact that I had a friend named Bai Junlang in my hallucinations who loved racing me, and that friend even used his power to create a track that spanned half the globe for us to race on, most people really wouldn't be able to handle the speed downhill.

Upon seeing the taillights of the car in front, Xiangzi stopped resting, pulled out his gun, and leaned out from the swaying vehicle to aim at the car ahead.

Unfortunately, Hinamizawa has too many curves. When two cars were on the same line, the bullets didn't hit the tires, only leaving a few craters on the back of the cars.

The two cars sped along, and the distance between them quickly shortened.

Even if the driver in front is highly skilled, he still values ​​his life. But the few drivers behind don't care at all if the car flips over.