Chapter 873: Tyre! (18)

Alan finally glanced at Gee's body, then turned around and looked around. In addition to the barrels of blood, he also found a lot of scattered fingers on this lawn that was trampled back and forth by panic steps.
These are the fingers of women and young children, and belong to a pair of hands in vain self-defense raised above the head.
In the flower garden next to it lies a whole intact hand, a small hand of a child.
Alan recognized the mark on the ring.
He recognized the child to which the hand belonged and the father to whom the child belonged.
The apostate felt a cloud of blood burst in his mind.
A ghoul wearing his uniform rushed towards him silently and intently.
His comrade Griffith twisted his rifle, hooked the opponent in front of him, and left a gully on the monster's face with a bayonet.
The original company now has only four soldiers left.
Alan, Griffith, Len and Blom.
The company commander is still missing, and may be dead, lying in the mud with other soldiers, or reduced to flesh and blood in the belly of these hungry monsters.
The betrayal was so sudden and bloody. The Fifth Division, originally stationed on the outskirts of the city, suddenly changed from a once familiar comrade-in-arms to a gruesome monster.
A whole division, more than 20,000 soldiers, turned and rushed to the defenseless city.
The head of Alan’s regiment bears the brunt, but when the soldiers of the Fifth Guards Division rushed over, they thought that the unlucky eggs had been attacked by Oak and could not be defeated.
They even took the initiative to let go of the fortifications and wanted to gather as many "broken soldiers" as possible.
However, a feast awaited everyone.
When the officers and soldiers of the Fifth Division exposed their fangs hidden under closed lips, many people seemed to be in a dream until their limbs were torn and their internal organs were chewed, only to realize that they had been attacked.
Not only are these monsters transformed by humans very powerful, but they still move very quickly. The most crucial thing is that they are not irrational. On the contrary, they still maintain most of their wisdom, and they are only crazy when they are hungry.
"Damn... this is not planned."
Even though the darkness of the night obscured most of his sight, Alan could still smell a strong blood.
The scorching smell of copper soaked in the cold evening breeze, so thick that it was unbearable.
He can also smell the smell of Guyi's internal organs, the scattered liver and gallbladder of his compatriots, the rupture of the stomach pouch, the fat in the abdomen, and the fleeting heat of life.
Alan understood that it was time to get away.
There is another wounded soldier, Yawen is sitting on the sandbag, the belly of the ghoul's claws almost cut-just almost.
As the fifth person in the company, Alan was thinking about it for a while, but decided to bring him.
"Hear me out."
Alan whispered.
"Ok is coming soon, they will kill you and tell me, do you want me to use a gun to free you now?"
"No, I want to live."
"So can you walk?"
"Maybe."
The injured soldier said nervously:
"Don't leave me here...I'm afraid of darkness."
So he stretched out his hand and dragged the wounded soldier up, the other side moaned suddenly.
"what are you doing?"
Blom shouted.
"Leave him!"
Alan frowned, and Blom should understand that it was not Alan who wanted to run around with wounded soldiers, but that he had to.
No one will bring a living burden, but once he appears in front of you, you can't ignore it-not to mention that they were once people who fought in a trench.
The identity of the apostate is enough to make me sick.
Alan couldn't throw Aven here, just as the ghoul couldn't refuse to launch the killing at that midnight.
"Hurry up, they will only grow more and more."
Len walked over to help Alan help the injured man.
The previous station was already burning, filling the starry galaxy with thick black smoke like a wide river.
The ghouls haven't killed and eaten everyone yet, and the sharp cry of pain and sorrow still pierce the cold wind like arrows.
The squad ran along the edge of the camp, but the injured person's drag caused the two to stagger.
Griffith and Blom followed, striding across the corpse-filled ground.
Bloom somehow obtained a spear to replace his broken rifle, and several ghouls followed, hovering like a hound.
Running on all fours, they are more like some kind of beast at the moment.
"Again!"
Hearing the heavy gasp behind him, Griffith and Blom turned to meet the enemy.
Griffith's war knife cut the leading enemy to the ground, and the blood sprayed out created a five-meter arc. The war knife was the iconic equipment of the Black Army. Griffith used a gamble from the tavern. The boss got it.
Blom's spear tipped straight towards another ghoul, tearing his cheek like a bag, and the teeth that had fallen off spattered like corn kernels.
The enemy collapsed with his face covered, and Blom then smashed his head with a spear handle.
"Eat! Eat!"
The remaining ghouls quickly surrounded them, avoiding Blom's spear.
Alan asked Len to support the wounded soldier and turned around.
"Go away! You gangs of fallen bastards!"
He shouted and rushed past Blom, chopping off the upper half of a ghoul's head with a spinning machete~EbookFREE.me~
Even with the threat of a spear, the ghouls attracted by the blood swarmed up.
They tried to use their arms to block the oncoming spear tip, but one of them was immediately pierced in the chest. In front of the organized soldiers, they did not have an overwhelming advantage. Of course, the sudden attack was another matter.
The iron spear tip made a crisp crack like a dead branch when the long drive straight in, and the guy immediately vomited blood.
However, the spear was stuck, and the weight of the ghoul corpse pulled the weapon out of Blom's hand.
He stumbled back quickly, leaving only a knife to defend himself.
But the ghouls are not empty-handed, and some of them still hold the rifles they used, although there are no bullets in them.
Griffiths cleaved a rifle and the arm holding the gun with a war knife, and then hit the opponent's neck fiercely, cutting the ghoul.
Immediately he turned to hold the bayonet with the blade, but the enemy was tall and strong. Griffith stepped back with a series of fierce and merciless blows.
"Why not have the strength to kill Greenskin!"
Alan, who was completely ignited by anger, continued to gain momentum. His charge resolved two enemies. One of them lay on the ground to bleed and died, and the other was unconscious. Then he arrived in time to rescue Griffith and use himself. The tip of the scimitar pierced the spine of the big man.
"dead!"
Alan roared and pulled the scimitar out, and the ghoul fell to the ground.
Bloom is also finishing his opponent, stabbing the angry knife into the enemy body again and again.
It was a fatal mistake that the ghoul hurt Blom at the beginning of the fight, but then failed to keep his distance from the blade of the warrior.