The air twisted from the heat, flas leaped among the trees, the charred sll of gasoline spread, and the lted bumper fell to the ground. Chichu Chun woke from unconsciousness, her eyelashes fluttered twice, and the blurry world gradually beca clear before her eyes.
Her gaze focused on the not-too-distant site where the entire transport vehicle had plumted into the valley in the previous collision, now laying overturned on the ground, with a man's half-bloodied body slid out from the cockpit, his half-mangled head charred black.
She shook her head, stood up shakily, suppressing the piercing pain that felt like her body was falling apart, wanting to find her team mbers.
A piercing gunshot disrupted the forest's silence.
"Don't co over, don't co over!"
The young man shouted frantically, aiming his gun at the approaching predators, his hands and feet felt limp and unresponsive. It was the first ti he felt the Insect Race, which during training could easily be pierced by weaponry, appear so towering like a small mountain.
His throat moved, fear had completely seized his heart, despair prompted him to aim the gun at himself.
A gunshot echoed, and when Chichu Chun arrived, the young man had already fallen, his few-months-old teammate was dead, consud by predators. She said nothing, only rushed to search the surroundings, and soon found the second team mber.
The lower half of the boy had already been swallowed by the Insect Race, exposing a skeletal fra. Several small predators clung to his waist, continually devouring his flesh, while he numbly raised the gun, the bullets ricocheted off the predators' shells, his eyes lifeless:
"Weakness... where is their weakness, can't find it, can't find it..."
Chichu Chun dealt with these Insect Races, gazing at the boy who leaned against a rock, no longer with any chance of survival, and at those eyes that rekindled with hope, she only knelt to treat his wounds with the dical knowledge she had learned.
The boy's bleeding couldn't be stopped, his blood kept flowing, hotly flowing, and no matter how tightly Chichu Chun twisted the bandage, the blood soaked through the mottled yellow bandage imdiately, flowing from angles Chichu Chun couldn't anticipate.
"Captain..."
Until the boy's last faint whisper faded, Chichu Chun stood up and continued to search for the remaining team mbers.
She did not find Jiang Miao, perhaps he survived this ambush.
The strong scent of rust surged into her nostrils. She walked to a cave entrance, sat down with her back against the wall, and detailed her team's situation into the communication device through the static noise, over and over.
Only when the blood on her hands dried did she put down the intercom, with still no response from the other side. It seed the camp had encountered so sudden situation. It wasn't just her; many teams' communications were cut off. So teams were ambushed like them, so were heading for support, everything was chaotic, no one could attend to her side.
Chichu Chun lightly rested her head on her knees. In her mind, the giant black figure that attacked the transport vehicle swiftly flashed by; she saw its appearance in the last second.
It was a Frenzied Wasp Attacker, with well-developed mandibles, knee-like antennae, a creature resembling a hybrid of wasp and falcon, its streamlined waist and abdon filled with compressed biological fat. This Insect Race had a unique physiological structure allowing it to impact targets at speeds of 400 kiloters per hour and trigger the explosion of biological fat within, with a destructive radius comparable to the most advanced aerial bombs.
Under normal circumstances, such dium-sized Insect Races wouldn't appear outside the Tower City battlefield.
Just as Chichu Chun was pondering how to leave this place, the signal on her communicator restored.
"Chichu Chun, where are you now?"
Thistle Xuedong's urgent voice sounded.
"E Peak Mountain, coordinates 1991, -2604. My team was attacked by the Insect Race, all team mbers including the team advisor sacrificed." Chichu Chun repeated the words.
"Those coordinates... Two surviving mbers of the Far Traveler Team are approaching your location."
"Understood, I will go to et them." Chichu Chun said.
"et my ass, what you need to do now is to imdiately stay away from them, find a way to leave E Peak Mountain. Did you receive the coordinates I sent? Go there, I will send soone to et you there, these two people are very dangerous, we cannot determine if they have defected..."
The communication signal was cut off again, and Thistle Xuedong, not having received a response from Chichu Chun, was irate, couldn't help but curse, her fierce deanor made several technicians nearby shiver with fear.
They hadn't seen the woman lose her composure like this in a long ti.
anwhile, Chichu Chun returned to the transport vehicle, prepared the supplies, glanced at the coordinates sent by the woman that slowly darkened on the communicator screen, drew out the Spider Gu Fang, placed it on her waist, and without looking back, headed in another direction...
Before dawn, a small chanized force moved south along the highway, with flathrowers and machine gun towers continuously firing, repelling the swarming Insect Race from both sides. Tank shells exploded on the large predators, flas instantly destroying their surface armor and consuming them, occasionally firing missiles locking onto Insect Nests tens of kiloters away, destroying them.
The heavily ard force escorted several scientific researchers, but even under such protection, the faces of these researchers were still grave. They were encrypting and uploading their lifeti scientific achievents, and under the Insect Race's technological blockade, information transmission within Tower City was delayed. It's very likely the outside world's technological level had a significant gap with the most advanced tech products inside the city.
These precious knowledge would beco the spark for the continuation of civilization.
"Why the long face, I say Chichu Heaven people, no need to be so tense, so bugs, that's all. In the face of this heavy weaponry, it's no big deal, if one shell doesn't solve it, two will."
At this mont, a hired Alfas rcenary in the vehicle half-joked.
Watching the lanting shrieks of the torn Insect Race outside the vehicle, he even had the leisure to chew gum, unable to keep his hands idle, picked up a cara and posed a V for victory outside the window.
The contract didn't specify a ban on taking photos near military facilities. With Core Technology, even if you throw blueprints intact right in soone's face, no one could imitate them. The so-called strategic deterrence had long lost its aning when Chichu Heavy Industry monopolized the market.
"Isn't it said Chichu Heaven people are all stiff, no one can win against Chichu Heaven people in a laugh-suppression contest."
"Alfas sissy." A soldier, unable to stand his pretentious appearance, coldly spoke, "Shut up, say one more stupid word, and I'll break your nose."
The rcenary didn't care, leisurely sharing the photos on his personal space, imdiately attracting thousands of onlookers. He was still a blogger with hundreds of thousands of followers, primarily using his rcenary identity as a gimmick to film battlefield scenes, occasionally even using a secondary account to start a live broadcast on the battlefield.
The craziest ti was during an internal corporate war between Chichu Heavy Industry and Cosmic Heavy Industries, where he live-stread while streaking and shouting amid gunfire.
Suddenly, with a loud boom, the entire armored car started to shake violently, the soldiers inside montarily lost their balance, and the clueless rcenary fell flat on his face, blood gushing from his nose:
"What's happening?"
Looking up, he found everyone recovering from the shaking had faces as grim as if the worst had occurred.
"Damn, it's the Poisonous Torture War Chariot!"
"Poisonous..." the rcenary muttered in disbelief, "War Chariot?"
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