Abyss Express

Foreword:

[The birds in the sky don’t sow and don’t reap them, and they don’t make food and store them in the barn. If the heavenly father feeds them, how much more human? ! ]

[——Chekov]

[Part① Laughing Man]

Looking out along the ocean pier, in addition to the iceman Hagalaz, in the sea one kilometer away, stood another dead giant.

The rune runes in its brain mean [Wunjo (Wunjo)], which means joy, happiness, and happiness.

There is a deep V-shaped crack on the face of this huge walking corpse, which is dead but not stiff, like the apple muscles of its cheeks being torn by some kind of sharp weapon, revealing a terrifying and hearty smile.

The larvae of dead morpho butterflies crawled in and out of this gap, and every ten minutes or so, a huge mad butterfly emerged from its cocoon and fell into the sea water, and immediately returned to its giant body.

In Teacher A Ling's [Phoenix] system, the translated name of this giant is [Smiling Man], and he is also the first target identified by Brother Ibrahimovic.

[The Laughing Man] is not too far from the harbor. If the [JoeStar] team wants to test the power of shore artillery and other heavy firearms, and test the killing efficiency of shells on these ancient relics, it is best to start with the Laughing Man.

[Iceman] is too close to the harbor, and the shelling will awaken these ultra-ancient creatures. If the undead runes can't catch their fleshy bodies, even a finger of these giants flying into the outpost can cause great damage. .

Except for Xueming and Teacher A Ling, everyone else followed Ibrahimovic to the beach to repair the fort and conduct shelling tests.

The local residents of Red Star Hill gathered in a group, opened the thick oiled paper package from the old weapon depot, pried the crate, and moved 110 kilograms of shells from it.

The twenty-two men stared at each other. From the shy expression of Brother Ibrahimovic, they saw the rusted and decayed freight trucks in the warehouse. inside.

Starting from the refining factory in the village, Ibrahimovic asked Meteor and the others to avoid the factory's tower and reservoir, and not to approach the long-abandoned factory building.

Meteor carried a large steel beam as a shoulder pole, with a cannonball hanging on the left and right, and walked vigorously. Hearing Brother Ibrahimovic's instructions, he asked curiously.

"What was this factory used to do?"

Brother Ibrahimovic and his comrades walked towards the shallower terrain, and replied without looking back.

"Refine uranium and make nuclear bomb raw materials. After all these years, there is still a little radiation. You should stay away from it."

The old factory building is now empty. It looks like a towering semi-circular bunker, like an egg sunken deep in the foundation. The blue-gray steel shell seems to be ready to deal with the crash attack of the crazy butterfly at any time.

The terrain is getting steeper and steeper, like sliding from a giant's knee to a calf. When people reach the security facilities in the shallows, they have to rely on their hands to carry the shells.

There were four bomb-rammer roller belts on the shoreline, now rotten and useless.

Fifty-one Mudanhua 2S7 self-propelled artillery towered on the shore, but the bicycle components of these artillery were almost scrapped, and the rusty diesel engine could not carry their 46-ton weight at all.

There are twenty-four cannons that have abandoned the structure of the vehicle group long ago, and changed the fort into a foundation pile and driven it into the deep rock of the mudflat.

People walked forward cautiously, walked along the stone road to the artillery position, stood beside the two shore guns, and began to load and test fire.

Brother Ibrahimovic and Jason yelled: "Jason! You test the shot first, and I'll correct the ballistic wind deflection."

Jason ordered, and his companions sent the shells into the muzzle. Peony's electronic fire control had failed, the loader was on strike, and there was somewhat a small problem with the backward hydraulic guide rod of the gun chamber.

After a while, I heard the voiceless sound of the gun barrel being locked. Jason pulled and pushed the people, telling his companions to stay away. Viscera exploded, bones shattered.

They almost ran for more than 70 meters. Only brother Ibrahimovic stayed in the bunker on the beach, looking at the smiling man in the distance, observing the bullet point so as to calculate how to hit the next shot.

Jason tightened his grip on the match and gave a sudden force.

"Boom—"

Thick smoke and flames exploded in front of the barrel, and the Laughing Man's right shoulder was bombarded, as if he had been slammed into the top by a bull or horse, and his body also swayed back, and then he took a step back, still standing in the shallow sea area, never falling. next meaning.

The thundering cannon sound was like an alarm to get up, and the [Iceman] who was closest to the coastline turned his head slightly, as if he was attracted by the cannon sound of peony flowers and heard the roar of human beings.

The [Laughing Man] farther away waved his palm, and picked out the sesame seed-sized cannonball on his shoulder with his nails, and then began to let out a loud, slow, dull laugh.

The voice was deep and eerie and terrifying——

——People first saw the picture of the Laughing Man shrugging his shoulders and shaking his neck, his chest heaving and his mouthpiece pulsing, and three seconds later, the sound waves and strong winds that came late almost washed away all the rotten rust on the peony flowers.

Ibrahimovic gritted his teeth: "Just laugh! Just laugh!"

The Iceman has no eyes, mouth or nose, but his ears are very sensitive. When he takes a step towards the coastline, the hot mud will immediately churn and turn into heavy waves, squeezing towards the artillery positions. Fortunately, this huge Prestige cannot exceed a distance of 700 meters.

The Iceman stepped forward again, but he seemed to be held tightly by the undead Rune. His shin and knee were suddenly exposed to the air. The flesh of his right leg seemed to be gouged out by the ruthless blade of time, and the bones had already moved forward. Stepping out, the physical body was left in place by an inexplicable force.

Brother Ibrahimovic yelled at Jason and threw the gunnery notes.

"Adjust the wind! Aim at the Laughing Man's head! Aim at the runes in his skull!"

Without saying a word, Meteor and Xia Xia cleaned the carbon deposits in the barrel, waited for the barrel to cool down a little, and then loaded the next ammunition.

Jason had already started to twist the axle, re-locking the enemy's dead door according to the new artillery wind deflection data.

As long as the undead runes in the heads of these giants can be destroyed, they can be put to sleep forever.

At this moment, the Iceman's facial features began to twist and deform, like a big chrysanthemum, and the twisted strips of flesh converged into a strange protruding tube——

——Seeing this phenomenon, Brother Ibrahimovic's face turned ashen.

"Get down! Get down! Get down!"

At that moment, Katyusha fell into a state of freezing and fear again, at a loss in front of the powerful spiritual pressure.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Jason pushed the waiter and Diamond into the mud, and the three of them fell into the dirty mud, as if locked in a heavy iron coffin, trapped in heavy armor and unable to move.

Meteor crouched in front of the armor plate of the turret, trying to look out from the observation window.

Hundreds of meters away, from the chrysanthemum-shaped nozzle of [Iceman], a black powder-like energy flow suddenly shot out.

They are like sharp ice and iron rain, drawing an unforgettable straight line in the wide and rough offshore shoal!

The jet of black ice flakes swept open a gap several meters deep in the quagmire. These terrifying wounds were slowly healing, leaving behind extremely cold shards of ice, like the scars left when the earth began to heal the wound.

Meteor only felt his head and face tilted, as if he had been punched hard, heard the crackling of the armor plate of the self-propelled artillery, and finally woke up when he fell to the ground. Teacher Sansan gritted his teeth at him through the pressure plate mask of the helmet— — Ask him not to seek death again.

The armor plate of the artillery roared, as if it was under the fire of anti-aircraft machine guns. The broken ice penetrated into the gap of the observation window, and hit the big eggshell of the refinery, peeling off the old marl on the eggshell. objects, revealing more of the color of steel.

The jet lasted for a brief moment and stopped after four seconds.

[Iceman] After resorting to the trick of "I'm fucking shot", the strange-shaped flesh on the face returned to a horrible pit. It seemed to be exhausted and out of balance, squatting in the mud on its knees, but breathing heavily Twice, he stood up again.

Brother Ibrahimovic is full of energy and his face is full of red.

"Everyone! Are you okay!"

The brothers in each team climbed up from the mud, most of them were lying on their backs, wearing artillery earmuffs, their eyes, ears, mouth and nose were not poisoned by chiral molecules, they shook the mud off their cotton coats, and immediately became alive and well .

Jason got up from the mud puddle in embarrassment.

"It's okay. It's okay, it's okay, it's alive!"

He wiped off the mud on the mask, and pulled Katyusha and Diamond, who were in a daze, to report to Brother Ibrahimovic that they were safe.

"fine!"

Brother Ibrahimovic immediately told everyone.

"Go, go, go! Go! Go! Go back! Run!"

Meteor still doesn't understand what happened.

Just fired a shot? Time to run?

He didn't have the heart to be a curious baby this time, and followed 3301 towards the way he came.

There was a weird "click click" note behind him, Ah Xing glanced back at the sound, and was immediately terrified. Originally, he was following behind 3301, and after seeing things on the beach and the shallow sea clearly, he picked up 3301. Zero one raised his head and ran fast.

What about the beach?

That is the subject of the giant—

——Hundreds of strange human figures crawled out from the energy stream sprayed by [Iceman], and from the scars left by the earth and the mire.

These human figures are composed of dark multi-faceted prismatic ice cubes, like mysterious creations from the ancient times. In myths and legends, the blood of mountain giants splashed on the earth can give birth to life.

Iceman's subordinates are these sharp black ice edges, which are composed of humanoid substances.

They are like clusters of tumbleweeds, hooked and connected with each other with their conical limbs, forming groups of rollers about eight meters high, rolling forward and moving quickly in the muddy swamp on the border of Niflheim.

When everyone ran behind the eggshell wall of the refinery, they saw the raging wheels of frost slamming into the narrow alleyway, and sparks were blown on the smooth concrete ramp. The power of rune captured [Iceman] back into the body.

A lot of small ice slags hit the solid nuclear facility building, collided with the round and strong eggshell, and bounced farther away.

Meteor almost instinctively followed these pieces of ice towards the deserted living area, and saw sparse ice flakes like flying knives and bullets, drilling back to the sea from the broken doors and windows of the warehouse.

The Slavic men hid on the second floor of the warehouse, raised their big shields and formed a circle. After an unknown period of time, the beach finally returned to silence.

Brother Ibrahimovic held up the spiritual disaster concentration indicator.

The value from the black broken table [999%]——

- Back to [97%].

"It's safe!"

Jason gasped heavily, as if he had saved his life.

He patted the heavy armor on his body, checked the joints of the helmet inserts, and made sure that there were no ice flakes left by the Iceman, then pulled Katyusha over and touched it from top to bottom.

Meteor wanted to do the same thing, so he did something to 3301.

What he didn't expect was that 3301 was the first to grope him all over. The half-wolf girl was very concerned about the safety of her employer. After all, this little idiot just acted like a recruit who was on the battlefield for the first time.

"Diamond is fine! I'm fine!"

"Everyone is okay!"

"Me me me me me! Me!"

A young man in his mid-twenties raised his hand. There were two deep wounds on his arm and abdominal cavity, both of which were stained with cold blue-gray blood.

Brother Ibrahimovic immediately opened the medicine box, took out Mrs. Bai's product, and dissolved the freeze-dried powder with water.

He just unscrewed the lid of the pot, but found that no hot water could be poured out.

"Oops, fuckin' Jason! Do you have a panacea!?"

Jason was about to take out medicine from his luggage.

I saw the Slav boy raised his hand: "No, no, no! No! Jason! This is for saving lives! This is not for healing!"

The young man snatched Brother Ibrahimovic's kettle and took a closer look——

——The steel shell of the kettle was cracked by the ice skates, and the insulation layer was also broken. In such a cold environment, the clean water in the kettle had frozen into a big lump of ice.

He took off the cotton sweater to reveal the wound. The palm-sized open wound had been completely frozen, his kidney function had begun to fail, and his face had turned livid. Ice edges continued to drill out from the skin, taking away his body temperature bit by bit. To assimilate his essence into a part of the dead giant.

I saw this kid grab a bottle of engine antifreeze, lay flat in the warehouse, try to make the height of the heart as high as the wound, put a little wine in a vodka bottle cap, and then ignite it on the wound.

It seems that he has treated this kind of injury many times - he poured the freeze-dried powder on his arms and stomach, slowly roasted the water in the iron pot, and poured it on the freeze-dried powder, so as to make the medicinal properties of Mrs. Bai's products completely activation.

But a few seconds of work. Just listen to the sound of "Bo".

A mass of black-red blood-stained mud flowed out from the forearm, like leeches and worms, and fled toward the sea.

The scar on the belly gradually healed as before——

——The Slavic boy drank the fiery spirits in one gulp, and then spit out black mud all over the floor.

He rinsed his mouth with warm water, his eyes were full of bright red bloodshot eyes, his brain felt dizzy due to the violent heartbeat and instantaneous high blood pressure, and he finally stood still, showing a bright smile.

"Hahahahaha! I'm alive! Brother Ibrahimovic! Jason!"

[Part② exclamation point]

There's nothing better than the aftermath.

This spirited guy did a lot of hard work in front of the passengers at the Nine Realms Station, seeing Meteor's eyes brighten, and he has already started to imagine that he will also be in such a scene.

It was not the first time that Jason had seen RSH people force out the giant essence in their bodies in this way, and there were also cases of failure. They were disembowelled by shattered ice sheets, and they were lucky to survive.

This is not the first time this spirited guy has done this. Judging from the way he dealt with the injury and his stable mental state, Brother Ibrahimovic has already tried it and shot these giants many times.

On the other side, Teacher Jiang Xueming and A Ling followed the old engineer in the boiler room to the power workshop of the outpost to find weapons platforms that could carry heavy firepower.

After crossing the four living quarters, Xue Ming had a little understanding of the village's design and layout. Its overall design was like a five-pointed star—not like the Pentagon, but relying on five nuclear power plants to provide electricity and heat for each district. City.

It's just that these factory areas and living areas have been abandoned, and now you can still see towers and base stations of various shapes.

The power workshop is located on the northeast side of the outpost, not far from the military depot on the Stairway to Heaven.

These followers of Mad Butterfly also need to collect scrap iron and steel to build their shack settlements in this desolate, uninhabited and resource-scarce dead land.

His eyes scanned the various facilities and store warehouses along the way.

Relying on the identification function of [Phoenix], you can distinguish the Russian characters written on the rusty signboards, and you may be able to find some useful materials from these abandoned warehouse shops that are neatly classified like bookshelves.

When passing the central square, in front of the Monument to the People's Heroes, Xue Ming saw a decayed statue standing in the very center of the city.

I can no longer discern its true face——

——Several soldiers wearing anti-stress frog suits gathered here.

Invariably men, wearing Stairway to Heaven armbands and freshly opened cans of Instant Food.

When Xue Ming and A Ling appeared in their field of vision, these soldiers turned their heads in unison.

Right now, right now.

Phoenix's UI prompt immediately listed them as red names, and the health bar was highlighted.

Bright red exclamation marks appeared on the heads of the soldiers.

Like this - [! ]

Xueming asked in a low voice: "Teacher Ling, do you regard them as enemies?"

"You still need to practice your observation skills, kid." Su Ling took out the AK-12 from Xue Ming's carrying backpack, not planning to use her own gun at all.

The old engineer bowed his head and nodded, and was about to go up to say hello.

"Thanks for your hard work! Thank you for your hard work! Eat and drink well! Thanks to you! The concentration of spiritual disasters in this place is getting lower and lower every day."

I saw pairs of bright red inhuman eyes exposed in the diving goggles of the soldiers.

The squad commander in the combat squad placed the instant food cans next to the platform of the Monument to the People's Heroes.

Xue Ming finally saw the frost on the can, as well as the human eyeballs and brains under the ice flakes.

Teacher A Ling just glanced at them, and regarded these [people] as targets that could be killed.

The old engineer had just taken off his heavy overalls vest, and was about to take out his cigarettes and hand them to these evil spirits.

The commander of the frogman unit spoke in Russian.

"We are very hungry and everything is frozen, can you help me?"

The tone was very indifferent, very calm, as if talking about family issues.

The old engineer didn't quite understand, he said kind words to these minions of the salary king, "What do you want me to do? I will try my best to help you, heroes!"

The commander immediately asked: "Is there a fire? We have to melt the can, otherwise there is no way to eat it."

The old engineer thought for a while, and finally replied: "Follow me to the power workshop, where the temperature is higher."

"But I can't wait that long at all!" The commander became furious, took off his mask, and grabbed the engineer's grandfather's dirty vest: "Why don't you die for our great cause? Your name can be engraved on this monument Go! I promise! I promise you! I—”

"boom--"

Aya's hands trembled.

The commander's fingers were still trembling, and his head had turned into a ball of paste, splashing on his companions.

Su Ling: "Sorry."

The soldiers squatting by the monument wanted to draw their guns to fight back.

Su Ling: "I'm sorry, it's not what you think."

Tongues of fire and iron rain spewed out from the eyes of the blood wolf, and she showed no mercy when the ruthless steel-core warheads took lives away.

"I'm sorry, it's not that my hands are shaking, but that I forgot that this thing has a burst function."

The engineer grandfather seemed to have seen it a lot. The moment the first bullet shattered the ogre's skull, his cheek was cut by a bone fragment, and he immediately ducked under the statue of the great man to avoid the scattered bullets.

During the brief street fight, all Xue Ming saw were [KILL!] characters jumping out one by one.

There were six more corpses on the ground, and one half-dead.

This guy is the only heavily armored unit in the Sentinels on the Staircase to Heaven.

He got up and wanted to pick up the gun——

——Only heard the sound of the gun in Xue Ming's hand.

The enemy's arm was knocked off balance, but the bullet was stopped by the thick body armor.

Su Ling raised her gun to aim, smashing all the weapons beside the ogre into pieces, even emptying the magazine did not hurt a single hair of the heavy armored infantryman.

This incorruptible scum stood up and slapped the iron helmet on his chest vigorously, as if mocking the useless actions of the two passengers, as if showing off his strong body and heavy iron armor.

Su Ling pulled out the magazine and brought Xue Ming's battle master.

"Birds of the sky."

Xue Ming handed over the magazine.

"You don't sow and you don't reap."

Su Ling shot ruthless bullets at the ear straps of the helmet, smashing the tenon that connects the bulletproof pressure plate to the helmet.

"Do not make food and store it in the barn."

Xue Ming took back the AK-12, and stuffed a deadly and scorching steel core into the crack of the shattered helmet.

"Heavenly Father feeds it."

Su Ling pulled out the magazine, took out the bullets from Xue Ming's carrying backpack, reloaded it again, put on the carrying insurance, and asked Xue Ming to stay vigilant and fire the gun at any time, and then return it to the original owner.

"Not to mention people?!"