Section 25 Time limit

It's dawn.

The violent wind swept through the thick clouds, and the sunlight shone directly from the blown gap, carrying the hot majesty of the autumn tiger, causing the ground temperature to rise rapidly. The wet little insects who like to be completely driven back to their dark hideouts by this sudden change. The rain and mud accumulated on the surface quickly evaporated, and they rose in the air and became a cluster of wet and sticky white mist.

Chewing the compressed biscuits soaked with saliva, Xie Zhiping didn't feel the sweetness of the food at all. His tongue and taste buds seemed to have lost their effect. If it weren't for the strong protest from his body and the empty stomach bag, he wouldn't have thought of eating at all.

Half an hour ago, the Air Force Command sent a message: The continuous attack has consumed all the special combustion warheads reserved by the airport. Although additional personnel have been sent to transport them from the rear for emergency transportation, the same flame closure effect as before cannot be maintained.

Xie Zhiping was unexpectedly calm about this news that was so bad that it could not be worse.

“How long can the fire closure last?”

"No more than five hours."

"What if I just attack the two wings? This should save some ammunition, right?"

"If you reduce some of the protective surfaces, you can increase the combustion time by about two hours. But in this way, the front line will be completely exposed..."

"Tell Lin Xiang that the defense line in the west can last for up to seven hours." Xie Zhiping interrupted the adjutant, picked up the assault rifle at his hand, looked at the horizon reflected by the fire in the distance, and said with a peaceful expression: "Next, it's time for us to get on--"

Light white ash slowly fell from the sky, and the smell emitted by the burning of aluminum and magnesium powder stimulated the sensitive nasal mucosa to secrete a large amount of liquid. The violent explosion completely turned the overturned building into rubble, the hard steel bars were all melted, and the surface of the scattered concrete blocks had turned black. Occasionally, you can see several clusters of weak flames in the ruins, shaking back and forth in the wind, desperately releasing your last power.

The slender black figures slowly approached from outside the extinguished line of fire. They were hunched over their backs, their long arms drooped to their knees, and the meniscus-shaped bone blades were pressed against their feet, and their facial features were exactly the same as humans distributed on their flat faces. At first glance, they seemed to be strange specimens that were forced to be stretched by huge forces from the ends of the head and tail, carefully looking for all objects that could become prey.

They clustered together, and the number within the sight range alone was at least more than five thousand. Unconcealed desire to kill and greed were emitted in the blood-red eyes.

"Swoosh--"

The rockets cut through the tearing sound of the air, violently shaking the listener's eardrum. The dense warheads flew from behind the defense line accurately hit the area separated by flames. The explosion energy threw all objects in the range high, and the circle-shaped air waves teared them apart. The scattered shrapnel cut any obstacles that dared to block the way... After all the perpetrators completely calmed down from their excitement, the ground covered with craters was covered with scattered minced meat and charred limbs.

The mutants with heavy casualties changed their attack methods. They began to break into pieces, jumped through the gaps in the fire and safe areas, using their strong muscles to use their strong legs and feet to advance from rubble and ruins and quickly approach the target under the powerful anti-pedal force.

A large-caliber reverse equipment bullet flew out of the window on the third floor of the court and accurately penetrated into the body of the mutant man who was rushing in front. The huge impact force hit it so hard that he turned over on his back. The cracked left shoulder revealed bright red flesh and white meridians. Just as it struggled to barely get up with the support of its right arm, a ball of squirting flame completely wrapped it up. Amid the hoarse screams, the crazy twisted black body quickly turned into lifeless coke.

Fire is the best weapon to deal with mutants.

Nearly a hundred flamethrowers formed a dense fire net in front of the court building. In conjunction with the bullets fired from various fire points, the mutant people who rushed to the front were blocked outside. The barrage formed by the rocket launcher cut off the connection between the mutant creature attack groups. Soon, a black corpse that was still twitching was already falling down on the gravel streets.

"The results of the battle are brilliant. These guys seem to be nothing special. We will win-" A small soldier took off the helmet from his head and waved his fists with excitement.

"We may not be able to hold on to such a result a few more times."

Looking at the excited soldier, Xie Zhiping pulled out the empty magazine from the assault rifle and sighed softly.

There is no shortage of ammunition on the defense line, but the flamethrower does not use much special oil. Once the fuel is exhausted, it cannot stop the tide-like mutant creatures.

The hour hand on the watch has just passed one frame.

There are still six hours left before the scheduled retreat time.

"It's been two days, and the citizens in the city should have been evacuated almost! There may not be many people left. If they can retreat on time, these young men should be able to survive..."

This is not just the general's expectation, but the common wish of all the left-behind people in the city.

The more citizens go, the faster they can leave. This is the duty of the Guardian.

No one wants to die.

Unfortunately, at this moment, their lives are not in their own hands, but are bound by belief and responsibility, and are confined to this simple line of defense.

The general's hope is also Lin Xiang's wish.

However, he could not see the slightest possibility of realization of his inner hope.

Forty-eight hours have passed, and more than three million refugees have left the city from the north.

There is no sign of a reduction in the dense crowd extending from the center of the city. The tall buildings in the distance are like machines that can automatically build humans, and they will always spit out figures of people who are hurriedly joining from the exit at the bottom.

Lin Xiang could not calculate how many stranded people were still in the city by simple addition and subtraction. He only knew that no matter how many people were evacuated in the specified time, more citizens would always appear from all corners and become members of the fugitive army.

These people ran around the city, searching for valuable things in empty houses without restraint. Banks, shops, hospitals... all places where there may be gains will be visited. They break into other people's houses in a big way and take whatever they like. Perhaps it is out of inner frenzy! They often throw objects such as TVs and refrigerators from the high roofs, and in the loud noises that landed and crazily exploded, drinking the plundered alcoholic beverages while howling at the sky like beasts.

There is no exact number to indicate how many of them are, and Lin Xiang does not have extra staff to maintain order in the empty city. Because he is worried that his home will be destroyed, many residents who have left the city will return along the escape route. They locked the doors of their residences and used various materials to reinforce doors and windows, kitchen knives, sticks, sharpened steel bars... All things that may be used as weapons were gathered together, and the vacant houses returned to their original state again.

Human thinking is very strange. There is no special rule that integrates everyone's consciousness. In the face of death, everyone has different choices. In their opinion, this may be the most suitable way of survival.

In addition to the necessary vigilance and defense, all the troops were used by Lin Xiang to assist the citizens to leave. But he soon discovered that doing so seemed to be a mistake.

Since yesterday, a fat woman with a loud voice has been standing next to the intersection. She kept asking the soldiers to help her find the lost Jingba dog, and at the same time claimed that she would not leave if she could not find the dog.

Several young men and women dressed in non-mainstream dresses kept coming and going to various buildings near the North Gate Defense Line, and painted exaggerated and weird symbols and patterns on the walls with spray paint of various colors. Occasionally, they would make various strange faces and blew kisses at the soldiers standing on the roadside to maintain order.

There was also a couple who ran a small shop in a tricycle loaded with boxes of food and sold them among the crowd. A bottle of ordinary mineral water costs ten yuan and a bag of "Master Kong" instant noodles cost twenty yuan.

Lin Xiang really doesn’t know what language to use to express his mood, and he can’t imagine what state these people’s psychology is.

He is already numb.

He can only do what he should do.

"Those who disrupt the order of the marching will kill—"

"Take the opportunity to rob the hostage and kill the—"

"Those who spread rumors and create chaos, kill—"

There is no need for trial, and at this time, soldiers are judges.

If killing can double the speed of refugees' marching, Lin Xiang doesn't mind killing a few more people.

There are more and more headless corpses hanging on telephone poles, and various thefts and robberies among the refugees are emerging one after another.

Lin Xiang couldn't control the robbery in the city, nor did he have the energy or time to deal with it. However, if he wanted to cause trouble in the refugee group, he would never be lenient.

Explosions and gunfires from the west of the city became increasingly dense. Although warplanes roared past their heads from time to time, the fire on the horizon in the distance became increasingly dimmer.

He tried to use the radio station to contact Xie Zhiping, but no one answered.

A few hours later, a team of tired soldiers staggering from the west brought shocking news.

"The general ordered us to retreat, and he and the guard company stayed as guards."

The shocked Lin Xiang jumped onto the assault vehicle, briefly explained the precautions, and rushed towards the west of the city with dozens of troops who had been left for maneuvering in advance.
Chapter completed!