Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 978: First shot

The night sky is like being injected with thick ink. The unknown darkness lacks luster, just like fine wood chips piled together, suspended in the sky in a heavy posture. It is higher than the clouds, and the purple-red lightning has also become another heart-palpitating color because of its existence. The storm pushed the clouds and the black higher than the clouds to move toward the end of the sky. All communications on the ground were once again interrupted. The circuit boards of many electrical equipment made short-circuit sounds and burnt smells. The city lights quickly went out from the American coast. At first, the darkness spread in all directions.

The city has become dead, all civilized activities have almost ceased, and no one can be seen standing on the street. Vehicles are abandoned on the roadside everywhere. In many disaster movies, this is after the devastation of mankind. The scars left behind, people have suffered great pain and severe death. But at this moment, the dead city is a proof of hope, because it means that the people in the city have completed the transfer at the last moment. Even so, it is impossible to transfer the entire population of the country to the refuge. The transfer operation takes less than twelve hours from the beginning to the end, because certain things have not been notified or cannot People who rushed back to the gathering point can only wait for the disaster to come in the wind and rain.

The rain is loud, and it seems to wash away every stain on the ground. In the holiday cottage and villa in the mountains, men and women are looking at the night sky that is different from usual in horror. They had heard a huge roar and saw a strong flash of light. In the darkness that followed, something seemed to try to get out of the clouds from a higher place.

Then they saw those things.

An object that tears through the clouds like a meteor shower can vaguely distinguish its outline only when it flashes and thunders. These outlines were full of strong man-made breath, but from the moment they saw these outlines, their hearts were immediately filled with greater anxiety, and then. Anxiety becomes fear, a kind of fear that makes people fall into a nightmare-it feels unreal, but there is no way to convince yourself, it is all illusion-the huge "卐" is suspended in a neat formation in the eyes. The high altitude of and then broke apart, forming more and smaller "卐" characters, surrounded by multiple square monsters as the center. Drive in all directions. When these "swastika" formations swept across the mountains, they covered their mouths tightly, and people who didn't even dare to scream could see what it was.

A huge group of airships and a floating city of steel that only appears in science fiction.

When lightning struck the sky, the shadows cast by these giants seemed to engulf the entire mountain range.

"Nazis?" Someone muttered to himself indefinitely. The eye-catching logo was almost the most familiar to people all over the world. Only half a century has passed since the tragic World War II. Enemies who thought they had been sent to the garbage dump of history once again appeared in people's eyes with a more vigorous posture. Everyone couldn't believe it. They felt that they were either dreaming or that God made a joke on themselves, but they saw it with their eyes. What I heard in my ears, what I felt in my body, and everything about the airship units above my head cruelly shattered their delusions.

"What's a joke?" Someone said grimly, and he knew very well that it was definitely not a joke. As long as it is a normal person, it can be understood that the character "卐" representing the Nazis is absolutely not allowed to appear in the social field in this way. Peace in this world. It was earned by countless soldiers fighting against the Nazis with their lives half a century ago. Whether it is the majesty of being a winner or the anger of the descendants of the dead, they will never let go of any individuals and people who blatantly use this logo. organization. Because the Nazis slaughtered every country, every race, and even the country they originally belonged to. German citizen. Their behavior may have some benefits, but in the eyes of ordinary people, it is more to start wars purely for war and death.

Yes. If there are demons, there is a pure evil, then in today's era, the Nazis are playing such a role. No matter how beautiful the decoration is, it cannot conceal what they have done. All they want is death. Whether it is killing others or being killed by someone, it is crazy, evil, beyond common sense, without ethics at all, and **** messenger armed with modern warfare technology. .

Even at the beginning of World War II, people never thought that there would be so many professional soldiers who would not fight with the honor and benefit of universal values, but simply to kill more of the same kind. These demons have a human form, but they don't have a human soul. They are really an alien wrapped in human skin, an alien that is completely different in consciousness.

Now these demons are flying high in the sky, heading for a wider land. The huge airship and steel city exudes a kind of sight that makes the observer feel that his soul is trembling just by looking directly, as if he has seen a natural enemy who is a human being.

"They didn't pay attention to this place...They didn't pay attention to this place!" When the shadow of the huge formation was far away from their place of existence, someone finally broke the suffocating silence and panic, and vented with an explosive shout With my own fortune. However, they soon saw that something seemed to be dropped by the empty boat, and a touch of white bloomed in the air, like white flowers shaking and trembling in a storm.

"Damn it! That's a parachute!" An old man yelled, walked quickly into the room, and shouted to the others who stayed in the room: "Come on! This is war!" His voice woke up. Others, although many people still have six gods and no masters, they still reacted quickly after having a backbone to give orders. Everyone entered the inner room. The old man forcefully opened the entrance of the cellar and ordered the men to bring up the sealed wooden box from below, while he opened the drawer, took out long and short guns and ammunition, and hung everything on the wall. All of his gun collections were taken off roughly.

The old man threw the gun into the arms of the young man. In the eyes of most people who seemed to be a little dull, with a fierce aura, he grabbed a hammer and knocked out the wooden box. seal. Everyone can see clearly that they are all filled with ammunition and grenades, as well as munitions such as helmets, water bottles, pockets, and military uniforms. The old man used to be a soldier, but now he is just a farmer who enjoys hunting. However, the materials he has hidden have completely exceeded the legal limit.

Another old man who hadn't said a word blew his whistle. His body, which was supposed to be old and weak, suddenly became as dexterous as a macaque. He grabbed the helmet and put it on his head, in a relaxed and joyful tone that young people could hardly understand. Said to the old man who provided arms: "Man, I feel like I'm alive again! We can do a big job, I know, I've been waiting for this day. I know those bitches, absolutely It will not be cleaned up so easily."

"Holding the determination to die!" The old man glanced at his partner, then looked around at the young man beside him, and said forcefully: "Don't be lucky. With the determination to die, they don't Accept the surrender."

"Run... can't you run away?" Someone seemed to wake up and whispered.

"These resurgent guys definitely run faster than you." The slightly excited old man smashed a military uniform into his arms: "Boy, learn to die like a man."

"Wh, what? Is there no chance of winning? Their numbers don't seem to be large, and all the troops have already left." said the young man who was checking the guns on the other side. He and this old man are very familiar with each other, respect each other, trust the other's judgment, but this time, the enemy is indeed very unusual, but after a preliminary judgment of his own situation, he feels that it is possible to defeat the enemy. Only ten paratroopers fell from the sky. There may be a big gap between my own combat experience and the opponent’s combat experience, but judging from the old man’s ordnance reserve, it is by no means incapable of fighting. What's more, the old people are all superb hunters, leading in this mountain range. Many people fight guerrillas, which is more or less a way out.

"Impossible. When there were only 200,000 people, I dared to go to war with the world. When the war ended, the number of deaths in our army was one hundred times as many as theirs." The old man shook his head. , As if thinking back to the terrible past. After the war, every country used history to educate the people about how terrible the Nazis were, but. The facts are more cruel than they describe. A total of more than seven million soldiers died in World War II, and countries that participated in World War II had only one enemy left in the middle of the war. That is the Nazis, that is to say, at least half of the people died in the battle with the Nazis. But the total number of Nazis at that time was definitely less than one million, and in the perception of the elderly, it might be only around 500,000.

As far as the enemy is concerned, in terms of individual abilities, with the war technology of the World War II era, it also exists as one hundred. Those guys are terrible, far beyond ordinary people's imagination, only on the battlefield can you understand how powerful they are. Moreover, it seems that with the expansion of death, these enemies have become more powerful while their own numbers have decreased. Their slaughter is like the sacrifice of a cult, and now those cults that have been reported to be cruel are completely different from the Nazis. In the cognition of the elderly, there has never been a cult organization that would kill people of the same kind with such a high efficiency, high intensity, and high coverage, without any sense of honor or belief, and simply killing people for the sake of killing.

The old man still remembers that when he first met these guys on the front line at the age of sixteen, the cruel and tragic killing caused him to collapse. When he survived the battle, his body and soul were good. Well, it's like being wrapped in a layer of black silt, as if countless hands are trying to drag themselves down to hell. It was a terrible illusion. Many soldiers survived but failed to get through and went crazy before their eyes.

It was a terrible enemy, but it was the first enemy that made soldiers from all over the world unite, no longer distinguish between nations and races, and burn the best faith of mankind to fight. They definitely don't want to encounter such an enemy again, but if these demons resurrect, then their lives can also be burned again.

"Listen! Both men and women, from now on, you are soldiers!" The old man pulled the bolt firmly and stared at everyone's eyes with a sharp look: "If you want to live, you can only Fighting, only by killing the enemy can you have a chance to survive! Maybe you still have delusions and don't know what terrible guy you are facing, maybe you will collapse in the next moment, and even the strength to turn and run will disappear. But, please remember—" The old man’s tone was gentle, with a nostalgic and solemn expression, as if he was quietly narrating something in a long time and space: "Don’t let the last bullet stay in the barrel for you. Regret for not fighting." After that, he looked at his old buddy.

The old man solemnly said to everyone: "Now, pray for the last prayer together. Amen." He crossed his chest. He had heard it, mixed in the sound of wind and rain, it was like a wolf. But it is lighter and more vicious than the wild wolf. The enemy has landed on the ground and surrounded the wooden house.

The two old men looked at each other, nodded, and led the young man who had not fully constructed a psychological defense line out of the back room and into the lobby arranged as a small bar. The burden on their shoulders is heavy, although they have the advantage of terrain. But because they knew the enemy’s ability to act, they felt it was impossible to fully display them. Moreover, none of these young people had ever been on the battlefield. Although they had hunting experience, their opponents this time were completely different from the previous prey. . Even in terms of equipment. It should be inadequate. The young man before that seems to be sufficient, but the demons who reappeared after half a century will definitely not be worse off than the others.

Experience, technology, body, ability, equipment, aura...These ten Nazis will only be stronger on the basis of determining the outcome of the battle. The two old men felt that their lives were about to be lost here, the only thing that could be expected. Only luck is something that is not reliable most of the time.

They are chanting God, just because they hope that the good luck in the future will take care of them at this moment.

"Come! Same as before—" The old man's ears moved. He didn't find the location of the enemy, but his awakening intuition on the battlefield made him smell a strange breath. It was a kind of lurking. Approaching quickly in the dark. As if to tear the air and reach the breath of the soul, his face couldn't help changing, and he cursed in a low voice: "Damn, they are stronger!"

"That's the case, otherwise they wouldn't dare to show up like this." The other old man nodded and said seriously. He is instructing young people to use the things in the house to set up a line of defense. Enter the defensive position. Although the action is very hurried, it is just to do everything to obey the destiny. Judging from past experience, it can probably increase everyone's chance of survival by 0.1. but. It’s not a good idea to take these young people into the mountains and forests. Let’s not talk about how bad the outside environment is now. It must be terrible at all times. Even if the enemy comes to such an environment for the first time, they will do better than experienced hunters. They seem to be born with extraordinary adaptability in various combat environments.

The forest environment will weaken the various abilities of the amateur team on your side, but it will not hinder the enemy, so it is better to stay in this small house and rely on space and simple defensive measures to attack them.

An old man lay on the floor and listened, while another old man, based on the memories and experience of the cruel battlefield that was gradually awakening a long time ago, from every window that can be seen outside, used intuition and eyes to confirm the enemy’s position and route. The sound of the enemy's footsteps was swallowed up by the sound of wind and rain, but they were already so powerful that it was difficult to conceal them. For the intuitive and sensitive people, even if they hide, they are as dazzling as a candle in the dark. Veterans can locate their existence from a long distance. Although they have been discharged for a long time, they will never forget the experience they once had. It's like swimming. As long as you can swim, you will never forget it. It's just the difference between unfamiliar and familiar. Moreover, with the passage of time, the battlefield feeling is quickly returning from the corner of the soul~IndoMTL.com~ is here, here it is. "The old man murmured softly. In the young man's prying eyes, his expression was becoming hideous, like a madman, and he didn't even know him. The young man looked at each other, but he was greeted by the veteran. The more suffocating the sense of oppression, I dare not make a sound.

Suddenly, the old man leaning against a window raised his hand and fired a shot directly outside the window. Without even showing his head, he beat blindly, and then rolled on the spot. When the young man heard the second voice, a small hole had been opened by the bullet where the old man was. A young man wiped his forehead, because he just felt that something was wiping his face. There is no doubt that it was the enemy's bullet directly piercing the wall of the wooden house.

"Miss!" When the old man who fired the shot first shouted, another old man had already thrown a grenade. In the intense flames of the explosion, a large hole was opened in the window and the wall, and the young man who had shrunk into place I saw the enemy who flashed outside the house—it was a man wearing a military coat and a gas mask, who seemed to be carrying a huge box.

The figure disappeared in a flash, it seemed to be swallowed by the explosion, and it made people feel that he was out of the scope of the explosion. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote recommended votes, monthly tickets, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please go to read.)