Chapter 13 The Name of the Master Will Resound

At this time, the blasting experts in the team calculated some formulas and reported: "Captain Parken, throwing fragmentation grenades at the three positions a, b, and c will have a high probability of diverting these beasts to the lower floor, which can greatly relieve the front row. The pressure of the fireman."

"Execute immediately." Parken was also sweating coldly at the fiercely charged splitters. Once these strange creatures got close, the number was enough to kill them instantly.

Several soldiers with rich blasting experience discussed and prepared to throw fragmentation grenades.

"We need to make two dials."

"The first wave was to blow up those damn things."

"The second wave will make up for it immediately."

"Otherwise, the destructive power of fragmentation grenades will be difficult to have an effect on buildings."

"Strive for one success."

The firemen in the front row cheered up at this moment, fighting for a more favorable position for these blasters, this was their hope of escaping.

As for rescue?

I can't even survive myself! Who tm would want to save people?

boom! boom! boom!

boom! puff! boom!

After the first attempt, two weak points of the building were successfully blasted, but the most important weak point of the building was not blasted because the Insurgents were too dense.

However, because the demolition experts underestimated the weight of the splitters, the larger floor collapsed than originally estimated, causing more than 20 firemen in the front row to fall down and become food for the splitters after being drained.

The several-meter-long collapse caused the Splitters to fall to the lower level, and most of the firemen who fell below were caught by the Splitters before they got up.

"Don't... ah... help..."

"Captain Parken, save us, damn it."

"These damn monsters, you eat my legs, and I make you eat bullets."

"Let's go, Captain Parken, leave us alone, we're done."

Screaming, wailing, begging, crazy.

The fighters reacted differently.

But it is impossible for splitters to have mercy. They don't care how the food struggles, and they don't care about themselves. Their task is to eat all the enemies, then split and split again, without any distracting thoughts. This kind of rational persistence makes them look Extremely crazy.

Parken's heart is bleeding, every soldier of the Delta Force, which one is not cultivated with blood and sweat? Now there are more than 20 casualties, and they are all brave firemen. Counting the weapons and equipment, the loss has exceeded 40 million.

"Get out, Captain, those monsters are coming from other corridors, if you don't leave, there will be no time." The scout holding the radar detector next to him shouted.

Captain Parken turned his head and said in a deep voice, "Throw down all the fragment grenades, and bury more monsters for the dead brothers. Let's go."

"Throw down all the frag grenades you have on you."

"Retreat... all retreat."

"Leave a few people to cover the rear."

"Don't take those light machine guns, they're out of ammo. It's important to escape."

"He was not rescued, and he lost so many brothers. He will have to be punished when he goes back."

After nearly a hundred fragmentation grenades were thrown into the lower floor, they continued to explode, causing heavy losses to the Splitters, but this was only on the surface.

Because the splitters who caught up behind ate those fragments, they can reuse the essence in them, and use the miniature embryos to grow more splitters again. This is the abnormal characteristic of splitters.

Although they cannot produce advancements, through this ability to reuse corpses, they can consume a large number of enemy troops that have a great demand for logistical materials.

Captain Parken radioed for an Apache transport to pick them up. "Call Cobra a3, call Cobra a3, we abandon the mission, prepare to return, and request support."

"Cobra a3 has received it, Cobra a3 has received it, and is heading to the landing point." A reply came from the radio.

The Delta Force, who survived the catastrophe, quickly returned to the roof.

However, Lin Fan was waiting for them on the roof of the teaching building, and Lin Fan was holding a Barrett anti-material sniper rifle in his hand.

boom!

A 12.5mm caliber armor-piercing projectile was fired.

The Apache transport plane that was rushing to pick it up was hit in the fuel tank! !

boom! ! !

The sky darkened, and after a huge explosion, with billowing smoke, only the wreckage of the Apache transport plane fell on the campus.

At the same time, the splitters had already approached the top floor through other roads, and the firemen behind them kept urging them to retreat, but Lin Fan, who had blown up the transport plane with one shot, was in front, forming a pincer attack.

Captain Parken snapped, "Who are you?"

Dozens of Desert Eagles pointed at Lin Fan.

Since the LMG lost ammo and was discarded before retreating, only the Desert Eagle was available to the Delta Force now.

Lin Fan opened his arms, and the black robe was burning like a flame. He raised his head, and the hideous velociraptor mask on it made people shudder. "dominate."

"Master?" Parken asked again, "Are you manipulating those monsters?"

Lin Fan didn't answer Parken's words, but sprinted into the team and popped a sharp claw from his cuff.

Seeing this, Parken hurriedly yelled: "Fire!"

The Desert Eagle uses 9mm caliber pistol bullets and has a range of 50 meters. It is a powerful thermal weapon among pistols of the same type.

Can cause unpredictable damage at close range.