PFC Chapter 221: Short-term occupation
Chapter 221: Short-term occupation
There are not many Salvation Army members in the satellite station, less than thirty.
When the first wave of battle started, Alan and others had shot and killed half of the enemies.
Patrick held up a bulletproof shield, and everyone advanced safely to the end of the corridor. The Saviors at the corner shouted "They are coming" and retreated.
Abraham held a gun and followed Patrick slowly forward, while carefully checking each room they passed by to prevent any sneak attack from Lao Liu.
"To be honest, this shield is really bullshit."
Abraham muttered to himself.
They reached the end of the corridor, where there were forks on the left and right. They had to act separately to avoid being attacked from both sides.
"We'll go to the left. Abraham, the right side is for you and Rosita, be careful."
Alan handed a stun grenade to Abraham, then continued to move forward with Patrick with a gun in hand.
Abraham and Rosita held their guns and walked cautiously towards the corridor on the right. Now without their bulletproof shields, they not only had to be careful of enemies that might suddenly appear from the front, but also had to be careful of the rooms on both sides of the corridor.
Due to the lack of electricity after the disaster, the satellite station had no lights on during the day.
Sunlight shines in through the windows of various rooms, but the satellite station is generally dim, especially the rooms without windows, which are almost pitch black.
As if they felt the enemy was too difficult, the Saviors in the satellite station remained silent. They did not want to confront them head-on and chose to fight with another strategy.
Beads of sweat appeared on Alan's forehead. She and Patrick walked five or six meters along the left corridor and came across a completely dark room. She had to stop to check.
The summer heat and the pressure of the enemy made Alan very tense.
Alan approached the closed door, and the moment he opened it with his right hand, Patrick suddenly roared and rushed in.
"Drink!!!"
boom! !
There was a sound of shield colliding with flesh, and Patrick raised his shield and crashed into a big Savior. Although there was a huge difference in their sizes, the big man was caught off guard and staggered two steps by Patrick's knock.
Alan immediately pulled the trigger and shot the Savior man hiding in the room into a sieve.
In the corner, a thin man pointed a shotgun at Alan and shot at him. Patrick, who had just rushed into the big man, shifted the direction of his shield in time to block the multiple steel balls fired from the shotgun.
Alan fired a burst of shots, blowing the man's head apart, and blood plasma exploded on the wall into a black and red flower.
"Hear it again?"
After quickly dealing with the people in the room, Alan looked at Patrick meaningfully.
"Their breathing sounds like snoring," Patrick said nonchalantly.
"You really have a good pair of ears." Alan praised in a low voice.
Patrick shook his head in acceptance of the compliment, then made a shushing gesture to Alan.
"There are two... no, three next door. You have to be careful. I can't block them all at the same time."
Patrick pointed to the wall of the room and touched it. It was not a load-bearing wall.
Patrick gave Alan a look, and Alan immediately shot at the wall. The rifle bullets whizzed through the wall, and screams from the Saviors came from next door.
The two men quickly left the room and rushed into the next room. Alan shot the heads of the Saviors lying on the ground with two bursts of shots, preventing them from turning into zombies and interfering with the battle.
Bang bang bang bang bang! ! ! !
There were fewer enemies on Abraham and Rosita's side. When the Savior's gunmen stepped out to shoot, they found that the two had no shields in front of them, so they increased their firepower to suppress the two.
The left and right corridors were in a straight line, and Alan also had to be careful of stray bullets from behind. If she hadn't been worried that there was equipment she needed in a certain room, she would have taken out a grenade and quickly cleared the room in front of her.
A Savior saw that the enemy had dispersed and Abraham and Rosita were suppressed by them and dared not show their heads. He immediately ran into the corridor with a submachine gun, intending to shoot at the room where the two were hiding.
Abraham held the M16, with only his palm and the gun body exposed outside the door frame, and fired indiscriminately at the corridor, successfully shooting the Savior's body full of holes.
The Savior holding a submachine gun was shaking like a sieve. The cavity effect of the rifle bullet crushed his internal organs and he died instantly.
"Fuck! Don't give them a chance! Wait till you get there!"
There were also Saviors shouting in the corridor.
Less than two seconds later, the footsteps in the corridor became much more frequent. Abraham knew that the other side wanted to fight again, so he took out the stun grenade given to him by Alan, pulled out the safety pin and threw it out.
boom! ! !
There was a flash of light and white smoke in the corridor. Several windows close to the corridor shattered and the broken glass fell to the ground with a clatter.
Abraham leaned out from the bottom of the door and fired at the Saviors who rushed into the corridor. The Saviors who were affected by the stun bombs were still covering their ears in pain, and blood flowers exploded on their bodies.
On the other side, Alan took this opportunity to rush to the end of the left corridor with Patrick and killed the Saviors who were still holding on in one fell swoop.
The gap in equipment between the two sides was huge. The Saviors' shooting was inaccurate and could not penetrate the bulletproof shields and armor on Alan and the others.
But Abraham suffered some minor injuries again. The fat on his arm was bruised again, and a few stray bullets grazed his arm and cheek.
"Shit, there shouldn't be anyone here this time!"
Abraham carefully leaned against the door frame and quickly glanced at the several bodies lying on the ground.
Alan and Patrick started the clean-up mode, broke open all the unopened doors, and saw no more living people.
"Eric, quickly enter the satellite station, I need you to find a usable device to contact Atlanta!!"
Alan picked up the walkie-talkie on his chest and quickly communicated with his teammates.
The Salvation Army will definitely send people to support the satellite station, and they don't have much time left.
When the stronghold was attacked, the Saviors must have called for support immediately, otherwise there would be no point for them to guard the satellite station.
A moment later, Atlanta Airport.
A young voice contacted the military radio station.
"Calling the Destiny Front Headquarters, please reply!"
The soldier in charge of the radio station immediately responded: "This is the military airport of Tianming Front. Please identify yourself."
"I'm Alan Green from the Savannah Trail Blazers. We've discovered a suspected blue-armored giant corpse in the center of Washington. I'd like to report this.
There is a group of several hundred armed forces around Washington, they call themselves the Salvation Army. We seized their satellite station for communication. Their support is coming soon, we have to evacuate immediately.
I will send someone back to the Destiny Front as soon as possible to report in detail about the situation in Washington. Please report the intelligence to the chief. Over."
Without waiting for a reply from the airport liaison soldier, Alan's voice disappeared in a hurry.
When several soldiers at the central radio station heard about the disappearance of the blue-armored giant corpse, they immediately tried to contact the other side again, but their voices fell on deaf ears and received no response.
"Don't bother. They're in trouble."
Kate, who was in charge of dispatching the troops, was sitting nearby. She put down the novel in her hand and ordered the soldiers:
"Contact the chief, he will make the decision personally."