Chapter 874: Tyre! (19)

"Ah~~~~~~~"
Along with the shrill roar, the last ghoul fell to the ground under the siege of several soldiers, and his head was cut off by Alan to prevent it from standing up again.
He had witnessed it before, and a monster that was shot through the chest suddenly jumped up again, rushing to the enemy who had just knocked it down and was still slack.
That was the last time he saw the company commander of his company.
After the battle, they hurried back to the side of Len who was supporting the injured soldier.
Blom retrieved the spear, but behind him was a string of red dots.
The wounded soldier gasped tiredly, and heat was quickly draining from his wide-open mouth. He seemed to be injured when the ammunition depot was detonated, and Alan suspected he had several fractures.
He couldn't help but wonder where the chaplain was now.
The priest was supposed to be wise. He should use his wisdom to guide and protect the destiny of all people.
He did a very good job. When the ghouls suddenly appeared, he was at a loss. After that, he also had no clue. He used that old-fashioned chanting ritual to call the gods, praying that it would descend from the upper realm and be eliminated. Those evil ones.
Alan believed in the existence of gods.
He believes in this, believes in the heaven realm where the gods live, and the lower realm where the ghosts go.
In the ever-changing world of mortals, these are people's only spiritual sustenance.
But he is also a pragmatist. He knows that sometimes one has to open up his own destiny, especially at the critical moment of life.
Otherwise, he will not succumb to the threat of Oak.
While stationed, the troops stored their vehicles in a depression 100 meters away from the camp.
This place is connected to the highway, and there are more than ten off-road vehicles and trucks, although most of them are under maintenance.
Only the leader's car is always ready to stand by, just like the arrow on the bow string, ready to shoot at any time.
"We get in the car!"
Alan said, the crowd rushed along the steep to the edge of the depression.
"Which car?"
Len asked suddenly.
"Commander's car!"
"But that's the leader's car..."
Griffith said cautiously.
"He doesn't need it anymore... at least not as urgently as we do."
Griffith looked at him dullly.
"The leader is already lying on the ground, you nerd."
Alan patted the other person's head.
"Hurry up."
Everyone quickly climbed into the off-road vehicle and laid the wounded soldiers on the back table.
Although there is no car key, Alan knows how to start the machine, which is not particularly complicated.
But at this time the ghouls also gradually appeared on the top of the steep slope.
After playing for a while, Alan finally succeeded in firing for the fifth time. The car was suddenly filled with exhaust gas and bursts of roar under the hood.
However, he did not notice at all that the car was originally fixed to the ground, and several iron ropes connected it to the ground.
As the wheels turned, the tether squeaked overwhelmed, and the buggy swayed and groaned, eagerly seeking freedom.
"Cut off the rope!"
Alan shouted loudly, but Griffith sat in the back of the car and looked at him.
"He really doesn't come?"
He asked dumbly.
"Who?"
"Head, do you see him dead?"
"If he was coming, he would have arrived long ago."
Then they heard the sound of firewood bursting in the campfire.
A round of bullets was nailed to the armored car's steel plate, raising four splashes of dust and leaving pieces of scrap as it passed through the glass.
"Buy your head down! Cut the rope!"
Alan shouted that the ghouls shot at them, a move like cold water pouring him from head to toe.
Griffith and Len immediately cut off the anchor with their weapons, and the SUV suddenly rushed out like a beast of escape.
"Damn!"
This rapid start made them all fall into the car.
Len is responsible for driving, and he is the best driver among these people.
Holding the steering wheel in one hand, he stepped on the throttle with the weight of his body, while holding the clutch lever tightly with the other hand to balance the power transmitted by the two.
Soon, they rushed out of the depression, through the gap in the periphery of the camp, into the open area.
As they left the camp, the screams of the inhuman beasts swept across the night sky, like the ferocious howling of the ghosts, and the bone-chilling cold also greeted them.
The sudden cold caused them to all scream, and then immediately erected the collar or wrapped a scarf to protect the vulnerable nose and mouth.
"It's so cold! It should be summer now!"
The sudden cold made Alan smell an ominous breath, which is not a good sign.
He glanced at the wounded soldier paralyzed in the rear of the car. The other party gasped heavily in pain and fatigue, and a cloud of heat was instantly taken away by the cold wind.
"Cover your mouth!"
Hearing this shout, the wounded soldier looked up dumbly at Alan.
"Cover your mouth! Use your nose to breathe!"
"what?"
Alan turned around and said loudly in his ear.
"If you open your mouth so much, all the heat will be lost, use your nose to breathe. Save your energy."
He opened a straw box under the mat, took out a blanket, and then shook it vigorously to wrap the wounded soldier.
"Breathe with your nose."
Alan reminded:
"Don't you understand? Don't you know how to resist the cold?"
"do not know."
"Then I am teaching you now, remember!"
The wounded soldier was speechless, he had no strength to speak at this moment.
The rekindled pain gripped him tightly~EbookFREE.me~It's pervasive is extraordinary, it completely suppressed his thinking, and even a trace of willpower was not allowed to be used for other purposes.
He had never experienced such pain before, perhaps only once.
He faintly heard crying.
In the screams of the off-road vehicle engine and the breath of the soldiers, he barely caught a cry like a cry.
But he didn't have much time to think about it, and the howl of the beast approached again.
"They're catching up! God-killing stuff!"
The ghoul was still chasing after him, and when Ryan discovered the chasing soldiers, he pointed at the rearview mirror and sounded a warning.
Through the dim headlights, Alan could see vague ghosts galloping around the jungle on both sides, but he was aware of the anomalies.
It's not that ghouls are fast enough to parallel the speed of off-road vehicles, but their speed is slowing down.
"what's the situation?"
"I don't know! The engine seems to be frozen!"
The driver's words made Alan focus his attention on the jungle on both sides. He saw some unusual shadows, a pale ghost that floated in the air like a ghost. It had a shape similar to a ghoul, but More slim and ugly.
Wherever it passed, everything withered and withered, obviously accompanied by extreme cold.
These ghouls with voodoo power must have been dispatched to continue the killing at night, and their owners are clearly determined to make this operation the ultimate.
Alamben expected the enemy to stop the offensive after destroying the camp.
But what happened was contrary to expectations. The ghouls must continue to kill after receiving the order. They will never stop until the victims are killed.
Alan can't help but wonder, who are their owners? What is the purpose?