Guda, who led countless wet corpses towards Huang Yan, quickly disappeared in front of the three people, while hundreds of wet corpses shuttled past them. After leaving, their water-carrying bags were left on the ruins.
Footprints - The bodies of these wet corpses have been secreting a strange liquid...
Tang Shuxing squatted down, touched the wet footprints left by the wet corpse, smelled his fingers and said, "There is no peculiar smell, just like ordinary water."
Gu Huaiyi also squatted down and touched the water, without smelling it. He just said: "It must not be ordinary water, otherwise Huang Yan cannot be suppressed in ordinary ways."
"What are they doing?" Ji Kefeng raised his telescope and saw that after the group of wet corpses brought by Guda pounced on Huang Yan, they did not launch a so-called large-scale attack, but ordered some of them to leave from before.
Drill into the dug hole, and the other part is close to the location where Huang Yan's body surface was exploded.
At this time, Huang Yan finally stopped his heavy body, let out an even louder "Gulu" sound, and at the same time began to move his body left and right, as if he wanted to roll.
"Huang Yan wants to get rid of those things on the body surface." Ji Kefeng said.
"It seems that the people in the bracelet are not lying. If the previous attack hadn't destroyed Huang Yan's other weapon systems, I'm afraid they would have been driven away by Huang Yan." Tang Shuxing also took the telescope and saw it.
Because the wet corpse was close to his body surface, Huang Yan shook his body faster and faster, but because his hind legs were torn and his body was too heavy, his body was not flexible at all. At the same time, Guda Ze, who had already penetrated the body,
He used the bracelet to direct the wet corpses to destroy the "buildings" inside Huang Yan's body, smash and dig open the surrounding things one by one, and then directly drill into his flesh wall with his body.
At the position of Huang Yan's head, some of the wet corpses clinging there were caught by the tentacles extending in front of Huang Yan and smashed to the ground. However, because there were too many wet corpses, they completely exceeded the number of tentacles, so the tentacles were
When he rolled up a wet corpse and threw it away and repeated the same trick again, the previous wet corpse crawled back to its original position and continued to cling. After more than ten rounds, Huang Yan was completely crazy.
Crazy Huang Yan opened his mouth and sprayed the flaming yellow mist in all directions. However, due to the direction of the wind, the yellow mist just floated towards the other side of the river and had no impact on the wet corpses around it at all.
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In Huang Yan's body, all the wet corpses dug through the flesh walls and entered the designated positions. After Guda patrolled back and forth for a few times, the man in the bracelet said: "You are all the most loyal warriors. History will record it."
It’s yours to live in.”
The wet corpses that gradually began to melt in the flesh wall and forcibly merged with Huang Yan's body had a terrifying smile on their faces. Guda nodded vigorously at the surrounding wet corpses that were gradually melting, and then got out.
At the entrance of the cave, he rushed towards Tang Shuxing and others.
Looking at Guda running towards him, Tang Shuxing was about to ask the other two to follow him into the deep pit dug by the wet corpse, when he clearly saw something flying in the air not far away.
Tang Shuxing immediately raised his telescope to look at that location and found that it was a missile.
"Missile! Quick! Jump down!" Tang Shuxing jumped into the pit first. Just when the other two people also jumped in, Guda rushed back and jumped directly on top of the three of them, supporting his limbs.
Use your body to block the four walls of the pit for them.
Tang Shuxing huddled in a corner, looked at Guda, and then at his bracelet.
The man in the bracelet, who had been silent for a while, said at this time: "If we are lucky enough, we will only suffer minor injuries."
While Guda was speaking, the Tomahawk missile had directly hit Huang Yan's head from the front, blowing off most of the tentacles there, and the flames of the explosion instantly enveloped Huang Yan's head. Huang Yan was in pain
This time it was no longer a "gurgling" sound, but a kind of roar similar to the throat of a beast when it was strangled by the neck.
The neighing sound penetrated into the ears of the three people in the pit, and everyone felt that their eardrums were about to be pierced.
At the same time that Huang Yan was hit in the head by a Tomahawk missile, three high-altitude drones locked Huang Yan's position with triangulation, and then immediately returned the coordinates of the heat source to the Pentagon.
"Mr. President, the coordinates have been determined." Martin said immediately after seeing the returned coordinates from the combat staff, "Do you want to attack?"
"Are the rail guns of the army and navy ready?" the president asked, holding his chin. After receiving Martin's confirmation, he nodded vigorously and said, "Attack! Kill that bastard!"
"Attack! Attack code kiu665!" After receiving the authorization, Martin entered the confirmation code at the combat staff office, "Let the electromagnetic railguns of the Army and Navy fire a salvo!"
Subsequently, the confirmation code was sent to the commander of the mixed combat regiment under the U.S. Army's 1st Armored Division, more than 100 kilometers away. The commander looked at the electromagnetic railguns modified from self-propelled artillery that had been arranged in a triangular attack formation on the left and right sides.
, and then said: "The attack code has been confirmed, let's go and do it!"
At the same time, the electromagnetic railguns installed on the two Pioneer-class joint high-speed ships on the Delaware River also entered the coordinates. At the same time, the high-speed boats and armed helicopters guarding both sides also retreated collectively, and then confirmed the attack time in the system with the armored regiment.
After that, he also turned the muzzle and activated the attack system.
The Army's six electromagnetic rail guns and the Navy's four electromagnetic rail guns fired the first round of artillery strikes at Huang Yan's location at the same time under the unified combat system settings. Subsequently, these artillery fires, which did not use chemical propellants at all, fired
The artillery shells with a speed of up to 8,600 kilometers per hour soon reached Huang Yan's head in an overwhelming manner.
"Here we come -" the man in the bracelet heard the sound of cannonballs flying at high speed in the air, and then said, "Everyone keep your heads down!"
The three men immediately held their heads and followed the request of the man in the bracelet not to cling to the cave wall to avoid the chain resonance reaction caused by the vibration. Then came the thundering sound of artillery fire, round after round - Huang Yan was instantly covered by the artillery.
Live, at this time, it had no strength to move due to the integration of the wet corpse, and could only make a wailing sound under the gunfire.
The covering artillery hit Huang Yan's head accurately three times, and then Huang Yan's head was riddled with holes. The yellow mist in it began to pour out in all directions, and the wet corpses merged into the body surface.
Huge holes also appeared in the location, and yellow mist with fire balls was sprayed out of the holes, like high-temperature steam sprayed from the cracks of a volcano.
"It's begun -" the man in the bracelet said again at this time, "wish yourself good luck!"
The yellow mist ejected from Huang Yan's body formed a yellow mist cloud hundreds of meters above his body. A high-speed rotating vortex formed in the middle of the cloud layer, and eventually turned into a yellow mist tornado. However, the tornado did not leave, but
It flew out of that weird speed and was sucked back into Huang Yan's body.
"Squeak—" Huang Yan's body made a strange sound like a knife and fork crossing a plate. Tang Shuxing and others in the pit felt that their heads were about to burst at that moment.
"Ah -" Ji Kefeng couldn't help shouting loudly, covering his ears with his hands.
After the tornado re-entered Huang Yan's body, his body became larger and larger, turning into something like a balloon. At the same time, it gradually lifted into the air and climbed faster and faster, finally crawling to more than fifty years old.
After the rice position, Huang Yan's body became red.
The footage captured by the drone returned to the Pentagon's fortress conference room in real time. Charlie stood up, grabbed his glasses and put them on, looked at them carefully, and said to himself: "What on earth is this thing...?"
Martin was also confused. He had no idea what it was, but it looked like it was about to explode.
"Maybe -" Before Martin could finish his words, he could clearly see countless silvery-white rays of light radiating from Huang Yan's body, and then the drone's screen turned white.
"Where's the picture?" Charlie looked at the display and asked, "Where's the drone? Where are the other high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft? Our satellite hasn't moved over yet?"
The conference room was busy. Everyone began to contact the troops who could see the scene. At the same time, they ordered a military satellite to immediately speed up and move to the corresponding position in outer space corresponding to Huang Yan's coordinates.
"Satellite images will be available soon!" the combat staff officer said, "3, 2, 1..."
After the countdown, the satellite's real-time picture began to appear on the big screen in the conference room, but it was still gray, and then the gray turned into ordinary milky white, and then white.
"What's going on? Why can't the satellite images capture anything?" Charlie pointed at the big screen and squeezed the cigarette in his hand.
"Zoom out the picture and continue to zoom out to a large area of Philadelphia." Martin instructed the combat staff around him.
The combat staff immediately transmitted the instructions, and then the screen began to shrink. After it continued to shrink to the multiple that Martin needed, everyone present stood up. Several women had covered their mouths, tears rolled out, and there were gasps.
It turned into a tragic song in the conference room - most of Philadelphia was wiped out, along with a third of Camden, the island on the Delaware River and the Franklin Bridge.
They all disappeared, not even the ruins were left, the ground was just white.
The effect of Huang Yan's self-destruction explosion is exactly the same as that of a person who inhales yellow mist and becomes a silent bomb, except that the range is expanded countless times.
After a long while, Martin finally whispered: "We... won."
After Martin finished speaking, no one except Charlie turned to look at him. Although the so-called "win" was indeed true, Huang Yan was eliminated and their goal was achieved, but who knew that Huang Yan would explode and cover such an area?
Big, so thorough.
"Loss assessment..." Charlie sat down and looked at the table and whispered such a sentence, but no one paid him any attention. Others were still looking at the screen stupidly, although there was nothing on it.
"I said..." Charlie clenched his fists, suddenly punched the desk, and yelled, "Are you all deaf? I want the damage assessment data! Now! Immediately!"
Others recovered from Charlie's violent roar and immediately returned to their jobs, but how to assess the damage? The human losses alone cannot be assessed. You don't know the people in Philadelphia who survived the yellow mist before.
How many there were, and the survivors of that part of the destroyed city of Camden, all that can be determined now is the number of army losses.
"All the people at Franklin Bridge have died in the line of duty. According to the previous dispatch report, there are 315 people. This is the number including medical staff and epidemic prevention center personnel." The combat staff looked at the report and did not dare to look directly into Charlie's eyes, "In their
After that, there was a reinforcement company from the 10th Mountain Division, with a total of 131 people."
Martin nodded slightly and signaled the staff to continue.
"There were 265 civilians near the checkpoint who originally survived and were later self-injected with drugs. They were unwilling to leave their homes, and 46 of them were minors." The combat staff couldn't go on and took several deep breaths. "Camden City
The entire defense force stationed along the coast facing south was wiped out, with losses estimated to exceed 60 million U.S. dollars. The death toll of sergeants was 877, not counting the number of people in the temporary command post because they are still being counted."
"Statistics?" Martin asked doubtfully, "Is there anyone in the forward temporary command who survived?"
"Yes." The combat staff nodded, "Their luck was not too bad. The explosion only destroyed half of the headquarters. At least a third of their people survived, but the surrounding armored forces were all gone.
.”
"Any more?" Charlie looked at the staff officer.
"Also...there are also the Japanese employees of Green Cross Company who were on the bus that entered Philadelphia before. There are 12 people in total. As for the damage report of other equipment, it has not been released yet and is still being counted." The consultant finished.
, but saw Charlie get up and leave, go straight to his reading office in the back, and then close the door tightly.
After Charlie left, sobbing came from the originally quiet conference room. The first ones to cry were a few male officers. Several women also cried loudly under the infection, and then the crying was like a plague.
Spreading the same...
Sitting in the office, Charlie dialed the security number of his close friend Jason Richman. The call was quickly connected. The leader of the world's largest intelligence agency did not even say "Hello", but just said: "National crisis."
say."
"Yes, it's a national disaster day." Charlie actually covered his mouth and cried, "It's a national disaster day, today is a national disaster day... We have lost thousands of people in the army alone, and the number of civilian deaths is impossible to estimate. The key thing is that we
I don’t even know who the enemy is, and I don’t even know who to fight back against.”
"Charlie, you know who our enemy is." Jason said every word, "It's Shangdu, those drug dealers!"
Charlie was silent because he knew very well that the other party might have penetrated into the center of his politics, but he did not have the ability to dig them out and uproot them.
"Charlie, we have to fight back. At least we have to have a feasible plan. And now the yellow fog has completely spread due to the wind direction. There have been large-scale casualties around, and the number of people continues to rise. As you said before
We must use that kind of medicine, no matter whether the immunity time is long or short." Jason persuaded Charlie, "There is nothing we can do about it, we have to maintain our last lifeline."
Charlie said "Yeah": "I will arrange it, I hope it's not too late."
After hanging up the phone, Charlie opened the office door, and Martin was already waiting there.
Charlie looked at Martin and exhaled the breath he was holding in his chest: "Let Green Cross distribute the batch of vaccines in an orderly manner. You have to make a plan for vaccine application points in each state. We have to hurry up because of the yellow fog.
It has completely spread.”
"Yes!" Martin nodded. In fact, he had already made a vaccine distribution plan.
Just as Martin was about to leave, Charlie stopped him again and whispered: "I need a press conference, I need to speak to the country." After that, Charlie closed the door.
Martin stood there and waited for the door to be closed before he calmly replied: "Yes, Mr. President."
That day, Charlie Bell, the "designated survivor" of the political agency and the new President of the United States, cried loudly in the bathroom of his office. He never thought that there would be such a day in his life and that he would be in such a miserable state.
The look of death.
That day, the flags of all countries in front of the United Nations Building in New York slowly lowered to half... (To be continued.)