Chapter 383: The pressure of the dark tide
The source of that roar definitely was not the kind of monster they had encountered before.
The officers atop several nearby buildings, including the regimental commander, all searched through binoculars for possible targets.
Drones were unusable now. Even if they only took photographs instead of transmitting live footage, there was no way to control them effectively.
The best they could hope for now was for division headquarters to send helicopters as soon as possible.
Inside a high-rise office building deep in the western district, twenty soldiers were advancing floor by floor.
Someone here had just reflected light off glass to signal the distant troops for help.
Their comrades had guns trained on several sides of the building, so they did not have to worry about monsters suddenly bursting through the curtain-wall windows. Being able to focus on threats inside saved the soldiers considerable effort.
Apart from scattered bloodstains, the first six or seven floors held neither people nor monsters. Only a faint stench mingled with the smell of blood lingered inside.
In just half an hour of fighting, they had replenished their ammunition a full six times.
Unlike wars fought between humans, short bursts alone would not work against these monsters. They mostly had to fire on full automatic.
It was not just because the creatures were agile, but also because they were extraordinarily hard to kill.
Despite all their precautions, some soldiers had still been wounded or killed by monsters beside the road that had seemed thoroughly "dead."
They finished searching the eighth floor without finding a single survivor.
The soldiers wore grim expressions. Most of their clothes were half-soaked with sweat, and the perspiration still on their faces made them look as though their skin had been coated in