Wan Yuli's 2d Travels

After realizing it was his own, Loras turned his gun down slightly and walked towards them.

Of course, the mouth does not intend to let them take advantage:

"Speaking of scourge, aren't you two too? Or are there good people in the entire disciplinary camp?"

Going around in front of the corpse of the arachnid protozoan, Loras saw the devoured hapless one.

His lower body was gone, and a thick puddle of reddish-brown blood had accumulated under his body. The youthful face under the helmet with the skull pattern was fixed on a terrifying expression.

"It's Gail, he's hurt and we didn't have time to save him."

Ivan explained in a low voice, while Loras was silent, and he clearly saw that the poor man's neck was twisted to one side unnaturally.

Gale was someone who twisted his neck.

Loras didn't listen to Ivan's words, but picked up the helmet from the corpse and hung it on his waist quite naturally.

Then, he turned to the two subordinates and held out his hand:

"give me."

"What do you mean?"

Ivan's face was sullen, but old Peter's face turned pale, as if he had done something shameful.

"You know what it means - that poor bastard, should have my share... or according to the rules of your road, half of the meeting?"

Ivan glared at Loras angrily, and Loras glared back unceremoniously.

In the end, the deal was concluded with the roar of gastrus and the roar of guns. After handing three magazines, a pack of cigarettes, and a water bottle to Loras, Ivan groaned and walked to the door of the room. The other end was on alert.

Watching the tower-like figure gradually walk away, Loras sneered and sat down against the corner of the wall in the direction of the gun that was quietly raised.

"Lieutenant, I..."

Old Peter leaned over with a flattering expression on his face. Loras glanced at him, took one of the cigarettes from the pack that Ivan handed over, and threw it to Old Peter together with the lighter.

"thanks, thanks……"

The folds on old Peter's face were stretched out, he picked up the cigarette from the ground, and soon he was puffing on clouds.

That defenseless appearance made Loras frown—no gastronomy, just a child and a fruit knife can splatter the blood of this front office white-collar worker for five steps.

"It's a fucking corrections camp."

Cursing in a low voice, Loras leaned against the corner, seized the leisure at the moment, and began to close his eyes to rest.

As long as he survives this month, the 500th Correctional Battalion will be disbanded, and he will be able to change his face and start a new life.

————————————————————

The Punishment Army is a unique invention of the Fourth Roman Emperor, Trump II.

Of course, a certain elf lady is actually the initiator.

Specifically, the Punishment Army is the best-paid and most advanced-equipped team in the composition of the imperial army today.

Compared with the National Defense Forces, who were half-soldiers and half-farmers, who could not even get enough to eat every day, the Punishment Army had three meals of fish and meat every day.

But what most people think is different is that the composition of the disciplinary army is not the elite of the army, nor the emperor's direct line, but recruited from various places to severely punish the prisoners.

Among them, there are many criminals who have hurt the "Cursed Son".

After a period of time, usually 72 hours of emergency training, the soldiers of the Punishment Army will be sent to the front line to fight with gastrula creatures in various dangerous places, giving them the opportunity to cast their spells on the "Cursed Son" The majesty of the body is used on the original gut creatures.

Of course, even if the weapons are advanced and the nutrition is good, the death rate of the disciplinary army is still as high as 90% - except for some former soldiers who have undergone training, most of the disciplinary troops are trash who can't even stand well in the military posture. The casualty rate is not uncommon.

But on the other hand, the exchange ratio between the Punishment Army and the gastrula creatures has reached an astonishing 3:1 - as long as the lives of three soldiers can be exchanged for gastruth creatures of any level from stage [-] to stage [-] Life.

The mystery of this comes from the special armor on the soldiers of the disciplinary army-the surface is made of a process similar to "reactive armor", with a thin layer of metal spheres embedded.

On the inside of the armor, an induction bomb is installed, which can be remotely activated or activated when the heartbeat of a person is detected to be zero.

This is "hospice care"--Trump II justified in the face of reporters' questioning.

It is conceivable that the soldiers of the Punishment Army, who are essentially bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, are desperate when wearing this equipment to fight the original gut creatures.

It's not that no one chooses to resist, just a month ago, the 501st Battalion mutiny, and then...

Then, at the sound of the flintlock guns unique to the Calamity Raven, everyone in the battalion lost their limbs, let out a shrill howl, and was finally thrown into the gastrula biological control area.

In contrast to the means of strong repression, there is a relatively human system.

Loras clearly remembered that the general said it very clearly - each disciplinary battalion only exists for three months, and after three months, those who survived in the entire battalion are considered "disciplinary completed", and they can obtain a new identity and begin new life.

In addition, the daily excellent food also made many soldiers dispel the idea of ​​​​bringing their guns down.

Loras is literate, and with just a little thought, he realizes that this sweet bait is out of reach.

But now that people are killed by swords, and I am fish and meat, Loras has to fight desperately in this cold dead city for that illusory hope.

"I just killed two 'cursed sons'... Now those bastards are raising their heads..."

While thinking about this, Loras secretly made up his mind that he must hold on.

Then, go back to seek revenge for the "cursed son" who dared to expose himself and beg along the street.

"Nail that stinky bitch on a cross... No, maybe I'll have to light a bunch of firewood under my feet..."

Thinking of the pleasure, Loras showed a slight smile.

In this team of new recruits, with the skills of his former Marines, he will definitely be able to stand out and survive!

Chapter 112 108. Punishment Battalion

The 500th Retribution Battalion was wiped out.

On the ground, under the ground, and in the air—there are far more gastrus in Dover than previously thought.

Under the all-round attack, the disciplinary battalion quickly collapsed.

"Damn, a bunch of trash."

Looking through the crack in the wall, when I saw a soldier from the Punishment Battalion facing the gastrula creature, he urinated his pants in fright, and Loras snorted coldly.

"Lieutenant, what are we going to do?"

Old Peter tremblingly raised the carbine gun, while Ivan was hanging the chain for the machine gun.

As for the soldier who was fighting downstairs before, codenamed Tugou, he is probably dead by now, just like the dozens of subordinates of Loras who fell down before.

"Kill it."

Licking his dry lips, Loras said.

The gunshot of "da da" sounded, and the original gut creature reacted immediately, but under the crossfire of the three guns, countless blood holes were punched out, and it collapsed to the ground weakly.

"Are you OK."

Signaling old Peter and Ivan to be vigilant, Loras stepped forward quickly and pulled up the unlucky bastard who was almost crushed by the monster's corpse.

"Thank you, sir..."

The soldier cried, but as Loras loosened his grip, he collapsed again like noodles.

"Your leg hurts?"

As if out of concern, Loras asked.

"Yes...yes, it's probably a strain, but you can walk slowly...sir, please don't leave me, I can still shoot...please..."

The wounded soldier prayed.

"Of course, no combat power can be given up now..."

Loras smiled and stretched his hand to the wounded soldier's shoulder.

Thinking that Loras was going to pat himself on the shoulder, the wounded soldier smirked.

However, Loras didn't do this. When his hand reached the shoulder of the wounded soldier, he quickly turned a corner and pressed it somewhere behind the backpack.

At the same time, the other hand that had been hidden behind his back quickly came out, a cold light flashed, and the sharp dagger drew a blood line on the wounded soldier's neck.

"But you're not a fighting force."

Following Loras' words, the wounded soldier widened his eyes in disbelief, squeezed out a "ho ho" sound from his throat, and then fell to the ground, completely losing his vitality.

"Is that guy's self-exploding device turned off? I don't want to die on the carcass of a soft-footed shrimp."

Ivan stepped forward slowly, and very naturally, together with Loras, checked the backpack of the dead soldier.

"I don't want to—and the Russians, get me more magazines, and water, food... Dollars are useless now, you idiot!"

Without the slightest guilt for killing their companions, Loras and Ivan, with a speed comparable to the best thieves, swept the corpse clean, and then gave something to the old Peter who looked out for the wind as usual.

This is the reality of the penal battalion - there is no comradeship here, just a mob of people who are on the verge of madness in order to live longer.

They can save you in times of crisis or abandon you in the same situation.

Everything depends on how you keep yourself alive.

The three-man squad continued to advance in the ruins.

Ten minutes ago, they were ordered to stand by and wait for help.

Who guards who sb.

In the labyrinth of ruins, the three turned left and right in a circle.

As he passed a scrapped armored vehicle, Loras got some reinforcements - another five-man team joined him. The Loras command.

However, before the lieutenant was happy, with the sound of earth and rocks falling, the low wall behind him was directly smashed by gastrula creatures!

"Four... no, five! Too many of them!"

The dust filled the air, depriving the soldiers of their vision all at once. Before he could greet his subordinates, Loras crawled to the ground instinctively, and got under the wreckage of the armored vehicle with three strokes.

The gunshots sounded intermittently, but they were quickly replaced by the crashing sound of giant objects and the screams of humans.

Loras crawls under the car, slowly moving his body under the corner of the wall.

And in the place where the fire was just now, the sound of explosions sounded one after another. Needless to say, this was his comrades being "honored".