Chapter 652

"Major general Lange was killed!"

"The Queensland flagship is occupied, and those madmen have spread all over the fleet!"

On the Queensland central command ship with the most serious epidemic, Alan, the last remaining leader of the transportation team, held the laser gun and held the last position.

Due to the sudden increase in the food consumption of the soldiers, the commander major general Lange sent his team to the headquarters of guoxinggang to transport fresh water and food raw materials. The transportation team was lucky to escape the craziest stage of the hidden spread of the epidemic. When they returned to their flagship, they found that all people had begun to attack each other, with blood and murder all over the flagship.

This group of veterans did not understand what had happened. The local country announced that it had blocked the access of the Queensland and the main ship array. They had nowhere to go, so they had to hide in the material reserve warehouse

Today's local soldiers are the best young people, while some early veterans who entered the Starfleet have waited for their whole life, but the blood moon people have not arrived at the golden age of their youth. Now they are over 50 and retire to the earth. They can't adapt to the new life. They can only retreat to the second line and continue to live on the Starfleet, responsible for the transportation of fleet food and weapons and equipment, Although the logistics work is not hard, and food and drink are given priority, they are not happy.

"After all, we are not workers!" Deputy captain Clem often complains, "We are also soldiers trained by the land, but we are a little short of life, so that those young men with fresh blood can take the lead. Hum, if the blood moon people came 20 years earlier, which round would they get them? In that case, I can also drive the sky fighter to fight with the enemy! Alas, there are more than 60 people today, but..."

"Well, why not contribute to the country? Do you think our work is not important? What do we eat without our little rabbits? How can we fight without enough food?" Alan teased angrily. He didn't know whether these words were meant for Clem or for himself.

What a nightmare! Muttered old Lieutenant Allen, slowly fiddling with the communicator in his hand.

"Boss, when are we going to hide here?" Barry, the transportation officer, impatiently tightened the screw on his right leg with a screwdriver. He was a natural person. When he was born, his right leg was a little disabled. He was the youngest of these old guys.

"How do I know? I'm in contact. The fleet is in such a mess. There's no news from above, so I have to wait!" Alan said with worry.

At this time, the bad news came one by one. The flagship was occupied by madmen, the commander was killed, and the fleet fell into chaos. It seems that fewer and fewer people still keep fresh consciousness.

Suddenly, Allen's communicator finally found the right channel, and a line of text jumped out: "Lieutenant General Livingston, commander of Chongming fleet, ordered the officers and men of the ship to start the C-cell device in the oxygen supply module and fight with the blood moon man to the last person!"

"C cells?" Allen turned to Clem. "Have you ever heard of such a thing?"

Clem shook his head: "I don't know..."

"Numb, the device is placed in the oxygen supply pump. There are all crazy people outside. It is estimated that there is no normal person!" Alan stood up.

"Why are you going?" Clem asked. "That's a battle order. You're a transportation commander. It has nothing to do with you!"

"No one in the fleet can carry out the orders of the superior now..." Allen sighed. "You old guys hide here. I'll come back when I go!"

"Are you crazy too? So many crazy people are shooting and killing people outside. Can you come back when you go out?" Clem said. "Our task is transportation, not fighting our own people!"

"You're wrong. I'm a transport captain. That's right, but my primary identity is the soldier of the land country! Now there are orders on it, we must implement them! Besides, we are the army responsible for transportation and supply, and the work of oxygen supply warehouse has something to do with us!" Allen checked his laser gun and said it was good for soldiers. They almost didn't even have daily target practice. They hadn't charged it for a long time, and there was only half of the energy of the laser gun.

Barry put away his screwdriver and moved his right leg, which was not bad: "I'll go with you, too. Since the land country ordered to release this C cell, it may be the way to treat this madness, we can't stand idly by!"

"Let's go too!" several veterans were bored in the stuffy warehouse and stood up one after another.

"Well, our Queensland central command ship is counting on our old friends!" Alan narrowed his eyes, wrinkled his face and smiled.

"Alas, a bunch of madmen!" vice captain Clem had to stand up and move his old bone. "I don't like young people now. Since I have this opportunity, I'll give them some color to see!"

With that, he took the lead and opened the door of the storage room. Five or six veterans bowed their waist probes, groped out of the warehouse and walked towards the oxygen supply warehouse.

JOJO! A laser light rubbed Allen's ears and flew over. At the end of the corridor, several red eyed soldiers rushed over with guns. Without saying a word, Allen raised his hand, put down the leader, and then quickly hid behind the wall.

"Clem, do you remember the training you received when you were young?" Alan shouted.

"Nonsense! I've been elected a first-class sergeant of the local star fleet!" Clem knocked down his opponent with two spot shots, and then severely stunned a soldier who rushed in front with the butt of his gun. "Come with me! The oxygen supply chamber is not far away!"

However, as soon as several veterans rushed out of the heavy machinery cabin, they were suppressed in a low-lying area by the oncoming heavy artillery fire, and they could no longer move forward. Those crazy soldiers fired indiscriminately regardless of any tactics, making the boards of the surrounding ships ring and sparks splash.

The groove was too shallow to hide five or six of them. Half of the last veteran's body was exposed, shot in the knee and spilled blood on the ground! Then two more people were hit by stray bullets. One of them had a big cut in his head by shrapnel and shed blood all over his face

"Numb, this is not the way!" Deputy captain Clem dragged his comrades to him, clenched his teeth and felt two random nail mines from his arms. This kind of grenade is the invention of the land country. As long as it explodes, it will emit countless metal needles around, not much damage the environment, but only kill the soldiers. He rang the grenade, brushed it and threw it out. With an explosion, The soldiers were instantly pierced by thousands of arrows and died on the spot.

Several veterans helped each other climb out of the bunker and slowly entered the oxygen supply room. Allen put the wounded down and found the button marked "danger" according to the blueprint given on the communicator.

At the moment, it was lieutenant general Livingston's voice that echoed in the broadcast system of the whole fleet: "once we were infected with the zombie virus, we would be dead, leaving only the body of this pair of soldiers still fighting, and fighting the last drop of blood for the honor of the country!"

"I wipe!" Alan reached for the release button and drew back. "I thought it was something to stop this madness. I didn't think it was a poison fog that turned us into zombie soldiers..."

"Press... Anyway, we are already trapped here, and the madmen behind us will catch up soon! Since the Fuehrer has made such a decision, he must have his reason!" a veteran was shot in the chest and burned through a hole by a laser, and his mouth full of blood kept gushing out while talking.

Clem wiped the blood on his face and walked to captain Allen. The two looked at each other and turned to the red button: "I said, we are some veterans at the bottom. It's our bounden duty to perform tasks. Don't think why, how, how, this is the first point we learned when we entered the Military Academy..."

Alan nodded firmly, "military orders are like mountains!"

yes! Clem also solemnly recited the first sentence of the military regulations. Military orders are like mountains!

Two people, two big hands, pressed the huge red button at the same time