Lucian's lungs were about to burst. His werewolf endurance, which he was proud of, became a joke at this moment.
"Damn it, how can these electric cars run so well?!"
On the Gobi behind him, hundreds of car lights connected into a fire dragon, like a life-threatening will-o'-the-wisp that could not be shaken off.
He had never run in such a mess in his life. Even when he was chased by Victor a hundred years ago and hid in the sewers, he had never been so desperate.
Under the silver light of the full moon, the checkpoint on the road ahead lay in front of us. Barbed wire fences, roadblocks, and Armored Vehicle blocked the only way into Yellowstone Town.
Retreating is a fatal pursuit.
Enter, National Guard is blocking the road.
Only by rushing into the Yellowstone Town building complex can we get rid of the electric convoy behind us and use street fighting to hide.
Lucian's scarlet eyes flashed with a trace of cruelty. "Rush over! Fight quickly! Once you enter the town, you will have a place to hide!"
Being able to survive for hundreds of years under the pursuit of Victor, Lucian and his tribe have never been soft persimmons.
Gobi At the highway checkpoint, Captain National Guard Hamilton held Cigar in his mouth, looking at the information in his hand with disdain on his face.
The campground is brightly lit and fully stocked with equipment.
There are 2 M1 Abrams, 6 M2 Bradley, 16 Humvee and 15 trucks. There is also a Apache armed helicopter hovering at low altitude in the sky.
The team of nearly 800 people has luxurious equipment. Each soldier is equipped with an infrared night vision device worth tens of thousands of dollars, and the gun is covered with Grenade Launcher and tactical accessories.
So no one took this mission seriously.
Hamilton blew out a smoke ring and was thinking about how much of the US$5 million given by Victor could be put into his own pocket after this mission.
The order given above was to eliminate "abnormal creatures", but in the eyes of Hamilton, they were just a group of red-necked bosozokus who smuggled arms and could make extra money just by going through the motions.
He kicked the dozing soldier next to him. "Take off your night vision goggles. There's nothing to see in the Gobi. I'll rush in and fire a few shots and it'll be over. Don't wear out the equipment. It won't be easy to report back when you get back."
The soldiers responded happily and threw their guns aside. Some smoked and some played cards. No one took the mission seriously.
"Sir! There is movement on the radar! A large number of high-speed moving targets are approaching!"
The observation post's shout broke the relaxation of the camp.
Hamilton frowned and took the telescope. In the night vision device, dense black shadows were rushing towards him at an alarming speed. They were on all fours, moving as fast as a cheetah.
The subordinate's voice was trembling. "Sir... this thing... seems to be a werewolf?"
Hamilton was stunned for a moment, then sneered.
He originally thought that the information was wrong, and that they were being asked to destroy armed organizations to make extra money in the name of eradicating abnormal creatures, but he didn't expect it to be true.
But he didn't take it seriously either.
No matter how evil it is, can it still withstand a tank gun?
"Everyone is in position! 1000 meters in front of the target, fire freely!"
The soldiers cursed and picked up their guns, lazily walked to the car and aimed their guns.
In the night vision device, the black shadow is getting closer and closer, and the outline of the werewolf is getting clearer and clearer.
The casualness on the soldiers' faces gradually disappeared, their palms began to sweat, and their fingers tightened the trigger unconsciously.
"Fire!"
As soon as the order was given, artillery shells, machine gun shells, and grenades poured out instantly, and the night was illuminated red by the artillery fire.
The soldiers finally experienced the feeling of full firepower. Seeing the werewolf at the front being blown to pieces by the gunfire, they all roared with excitement.
But gradually, their excitement froze on their faces.
Those werewolves who were knocked down and pierced by bullets shook their heads, stood up again, dragged their bloody bodies, and continued to rush forward like crazy.
They ran extremely hard, as if there was a fire burning behind them, with only one thought in their eyes: rushing through the checkpoint.
"Damn! Why can't I be beaten to death?!"
"Hit the head! Hit the head!"
The soldiers panicked and started shooting wildly.
But they discovered that even if they fired at close range and emptied a magazine, they could barely kill a werewolf.
The werewolf's speed was so fast that he could reach us in just ten seconds from a distance of several hundred meters.
The first soldier couldn't stand it anymore, turned around and got into the Humvee car.
Where there was the first, there was the second. The original defense line collapsed instantly, and the soldiers ran towards the car like crazy.
But they are too slow.
Werewolves have broken into the camp.
Private Cole was the first person to hide in the Humvee car.
He huddled in the passenger seat, lowered the window a little, raised his gun and fired, with only one thought in his mind: Just don't get punished.
But before he could finish changing the magazine, a scream exploded in his ears.
The comrade outside the car had his throat slashed by the werewolf's claws, and blood sprayed all over the car window.
Another soldier turned around and tried to open the car door, but was jumped from behind by a werewolf, and most of his face was chewed off.
Cole's heart was about to beat out of his chest, and his hands and feet were cold.
He saw with his own eyes that the comrades beside him pressed against the werewolf's chest and emptied the entire magazine before killing him.
But more werewolves have already rushed over, and the screams, cracking bones, and wolf howls are mixed together, and a hell-like scene is right in front of you.
In order to strike accurately, the Apache in the sky lowered its flight altitude extremely low, and the rockets poured towards the wolf group.
But the next second, a strong werewolf suddenly jumped up, jumped more than ten meters high, and grabbed the landing gear of the helicopter with one claw.
The pilot frantically pulled up, but the werewolf held on tightly and climbed into the cabin along the landing gear.
A shrill scream came from the communicator, and then, the helicopter spun out of control in the air, hit the hillside next to it, and exploded with a bang.
Cole couldn't hold it any longer.
"Get back in the car! Get back in the car!" He yelled at his comrades outside.
Everyone reacted and dug into Humvee and M2 Bradley like crazy.
But they soon discovered that it was impossible to hide in an ordinary military truck because there was no door at the back!
Only Humvee and infantry fighting vehicles can block the first block.
But there are only so many cars, and there is no room for thousands of people.
"Enter through the back door! Don't squeeze through the front door!" Cole shouted to his comrades outside the car.
A few veterans reacted and went around to the back of the car to open the door, but a few recruits were stubborn and held on to the front door, patting the door and shouting to open the door.
"Idiot! You will kill us!" Cole roared with red eyes.
The next second, a bloody mouth stretched out from the side and bit off the neck of the new recruit.
Warm blood spattered Cole's face.
Seeing the werewolf eating the corpse of his companion outside the car window, Cole went completely crazy, pulled out a M67 Grenade and threw it out through the crack of the car window.
"Get down!"
There was an explosion, and the werewolves surrounding the car were blown to pieces.
But more werewolves came over smelling the smell of blood.
Cole watched helplessly as an M2 infantry fighting vehicle not far away was already crowded with people, but there were still soldiers squeezing in like crazy.
The car door was not closed, and a werewolf got in along the gap. Immediately afterwards, heart-rending screams and crazy roars came from the car.
He looked up suddenly and saw his comrades at the weapons station on the roof of the vehicle still firing machine guns, trying to pull people down.
But before the words could be spoken, a black shadow flashed past, and the comrade was directly snatched away by a huge force, leaving only half of the leg falling on the roof of the car.
"Hurry up and block the roof of the car! Hurry!" Cole shouted in horror.
But the car was packed to the brim. The Humvee, which originally only had a standard crew of 5 people, had more than a dozen people crammed into it. It was like a can of sardines. There was no place to even raise their hands. What were they blocking?
What are you afraid of?
A werewolf lay directly on the roof of the car, its bloody mouth stretched into the car along the gap in the roof, and the smelly saliva dripped on the soldier's face.
Cole, with quick eyes and quick hands, pressed the muzzle of the gun against the werewolf's mouth and pulled the trigger.
The werewolf's head was smashed and he fell limply on the roof of the car.
But he forgot that bullets would rebound in a small compartment.
Ricochets crashed into the iron carriage, and several soldiers were injured and screamed miserably.
But no one cared about this. Everyone's attention was on the wolf howling getting closer and closer outside the car.
At this moment, something happened that made Cole completely desperate.
A frightened soldier in the car suddenly opened the rear door and ran out like a madman.
Before he could even take two steps, his neck was bitten off by a passing werewolf.
And the werewolf followed the opened car door and got directly into the car.
Cole's mind went blank, and his only thought was to run.
He opened the door on the other side, rolled out, and climbed under the car.
He covered his mouth tightly, not daring to make a sound.
On the roof of the car, the roar of the werewolf, the screams of his comrades, and the sound of cracking bones continued one after another.
Finally, a grenade exploded, and the car became completely silent.
Cole huddled under the car, shaking like a sieve, staring at the surrounding darkness, fearing that a bloody mouth would appear in front of him in the next second.
After an unknown amount of time, he heard the howl of the wolf gradually fade away.
Immediately afterwards, a huge motorcade sped past without stopping at all, chasing in the direction of the town.
Cole dare not come out.
Not long after, another convoy stopped at the checkpoint, and the sound of neat footsteps was heard. Someone began to clean up the battlefield and inspect the bodies.
He was still huddled under the car, not even daring to breathe loudly.
Until the light of a flashlight shone directly on his face.
Cole jumped up instantly and pointed the gun at the light source, only to see a dozen black muzzles pointing at him.
Seeing clearly what the person opposite was wearing, Cole's tense nerves instantly relaxed.
Not a werewolf, nor a National Guard person.
The person opposite was wearing a black combat uniform with the eye-catching Double-Headed Eagle badge embroidered on his chest. He was cleaning up the battlefield in an orderly manner and burning the corpses torn apart by werewolves.
Looking around, Cole's tears fell instantly.
The entire checkpoint turned into a shura field, with bloodstains, minced meat, and burned vehicles everywhere.
Looking around, Cole's tears fell instantly.
The entire checkpoint turned into a shura field, with bloodstains, minced meat, and burned vehicles everywhere.
Of their full team of 800 people, less than 80 are standing here alive!
Time goes back to ten minutes ago.
Gobi On the highway, Ronan was sitting in Humvee's car, his face full of depression.
Just because his company was stationed on the easternmost side of the factory, farthest from the testing vehicle factory, by the time they ran to the garage, the first batch of vehicles had already been snatched up by other companies.
By the time they finally grabbed the cars left by the farmers who came to attend the meeting, the other companies had long since disappeared after chasing the werewolves.
When I thought that the company in front was already fighting for kills, earning military honors, receiving bonuses, and even having the opportunity to be assigned a house, all the subordinates in the car were cursing.
"Damn it! It's just one step away! All the military achievements have been snatched away by the bastard in front of me!"
"I have been saving my points for half a year, just waiting to change to a better Power Armor, but now it's all in vain!"
A veteran looked at Ronan with a grimace. "Second Lieutenant, you really can't blame us! Those guys who are running fast are all those 18 or 19-year-old kids. How can we older people outrun us?"
Ronan scolded back angrily, "Fart! You are only a few years older than them. How do you think you are an elderly person? You are usually asked to practice physical fitness and you are lazy one by one. Now you know that you are in a hurry?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the soldier driving the car shouted.
"Second Lieutenant! There's a situation ahead!"
Ronan sat up straight in an instant, picked up the telescope, took a look, and immediately ordered, "Stop! Everyone get out of the car and clean the battlefield!"
The men were stunned. "Second Lieutenant? Shouldn't we pursue him? No matter how late it is, all the heads will be robbed!"
"You are stupid!" Ronan scolded, "Can we catch up with these broken cars? If we catch up, we won't get a share of the heads! The governor has long said that people bitten by werewolves will mutate, and they are all Khorne's servants. If we eliminate the fish that slip through the net, it will be counted as military merit!"
"Yes!"
The soldiers in the car reacted instantly, picked up their guns and got out of the car. They carefully spread out in a tactical formation and searched the entire checkpoint.
The brutality of the scene made this group of veterans who were used to seeing Hive City fight take a breath.
National Guard was massacred unilaterally, body parts were scattered everywhere, and many corpses had clear bite marks on their necks.
"Remember to refill the corpse! Make sure these demons are completely dead." Ronan ordered sharply.
The soldiers immediately stepped forward and shot at the wolf corpses on the ground one by one.
After searching around, except for a few frightened National Guard soldiers huddled in a corner, not even a living werewolf was found.
"He died so cleanly and didn't even drink any soup." One of his subordinates complained as he kicked the body on the ground depressedly.
Ronan was also a little disappointed. He took off his helmet and picked up the communicator to report the situation to the rear.
At this moment, there was a strange sound of bones rubbing and muscles tearing behind him.
"Be careful!"
As soon as his subordinates shouted, a National Guard corpse that had been bitten to death on the ground suddenly twitched, its body twisted at a weird angle, its fangs and claws instantly pierced the skin, and it turned into a ferocious mutated werewolf, which rushed towards Ronan's back.
Ronan reacted instantly and dodged sideways, but was still a step too slow. A deep gash was opened on his cheek by a sharp claw, and blood instantly poured out.
"Seeking death!"
Ronan was furious and pulled out Chainsword from his waist with his backhand. With the roar of Chainsword, he directly split the mutant werewolf in half.
More corpses around began to twitch, mutate, and rush toward the soldiers.
Although the attack came suddenly, these newly mutated werewolves were completely vulnerable to the absolute crushing force of equipment and were slaughtered in just a few minutes.
"Second Lieutenant! Are you okay?" His subordinates rushed over and looked at Ronan's face and asked worriedly.
Ronan waved his hand and picked up the communicator:
"Second Lieutenant Ronan of the Guard reported: It was discovered that the National Guard soldiers who were bitten and killed by Khorne's family members have all mutated and have been eliminated. The scene needs to be purified by flames."
He paused and added calmly, "In addition, during the battle, I was scratched by Khorne's family members. I temporarily handed over command and requested follow-up purification support."
After saying that, he handed over the weapon and unloaded Power Armour.
The men were stunned.
Ronan glared at him. "What are you doing standing still? Execute the order."
At the same time, on the other side, Fu Haoran was gathering a team and rushing to a remote manor.
This is Victor's territory.
[Discover Slaanesh nest, release mission...]
Seeing the same reward as killing the werewolf, Fu Haoran smiled.
Originally he just wanted to try his luck, but he guessed correctly.
Just right.
Let's settle old and new scores together today.
In the manor, Victor stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the top floor, looking at the approaching motorcade down the mountain, his scarlet eyes full of disdain.
He picked up the red wine glass filled with blood, shook it slightly, and said with a sneer, "Idiot, I have been running this manor for two hundred years. The underground is full of silver traps and sacred weapons, which are harder to chew than the Imperial Army fortress."
After he finished speaking, he waved slightly behind him.
The manor's bunkers, walls, and roofs, with countless black muzzles and silver crossbow arrows, were instantly aimed at the convoy down the mountain.