Let you upgrade alone, you lead the country into the heavens

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Changbai Mountains.

A huge black monster broke through the clouds. It was the Jumping Hawk helicopter used to lift the mecha.

And inside the helicopter.

Zhang Xuan grabbed the handrail in the cabin and looked at the more than 40 soldiers in the cabin.

Thirty-three of them had carried out a mission as part of Task Force Zero led by Guan Sheng.

They are all elite soldiers equipped with heavy bulletproof vests, night vision goggles and gas masks.

The remaining nine people are from the Nandu Base City, the Nandu Investigation Team led by Li Wei.

Their equipment is relatively simple, with long-sleeved shirts and long pants inside and a tactical vest outside.

Although crude, they are often responsible for searching for survivors, often operating in uninhabited areas and areas where night demons are present, and are therefore experienced.

Although there are only about forty people, it is more than enough to carry out the support mission!

President Zhang withdrew his gaze with a serious expression.

"We just received a radio call that a survivor camp on Popov Island, south of Vladivostok, is being threatened by a creature called the Snow Demon."

"And we will go to Popov Island to support the local survivors!"

A soldier raised his hand, "President, is this snow demon powerful?"

Zhang Xuan responded with a smile.

"I don't know, but as long as they haven't surpassed the category of carbon-based organisms, there's nothing to be afraid of."

While chatting and laughing, the Jumping Hawk helicopter began to turn and fly to Popov Island.

......

At this moment, at the survivor camp on Popov Island.

The camp was built on the original "Stark Village" on the island. In addition to the brick and concrete buildings, many two-story wooden houses were added to accommodate more people.

The outer perimeter is made up of a four-layer brick wall, behind which there are watchtowers and elevated wooden platforms for militiamen to stand and defend.

At this time, the camp was in chaos.

Whether they were teenagers or white-haired old men, they all picked up a rifle or a shotgun.

They walked onto the platform with trepidation, looking towards the main entrance from time to time.

It seemed that just one look at Colonel Miller on the main entrance platform could bring supreme confidence.

Colonel Miller stared outside with his brows furrowed.

I thought that the sea area between the two islands would only see broken ice as in previous years, and would not be completely frozen like the open sea.

But no one expected that the weather during this period would deteriorate instead of improve, causing the sea surface between the islands to freeze.

Became a stepping stone for those beasts.

The colonel couldn't help but take a deep breath, letting the cold air fill his lungs, and his mind became more focused.

At this moment, a cry of surprise came from the side.

"Artyom isn't in the camp. He must have gone to the signal tower to send a signal again!"

"That gunshot just now... No, I have to go find him."

Miller glanced back.

The speaker was wearing a white down jacket and an off-white knitted hat, and the tip of his nose was red from the cold air.

The Colonel seized her arm and shook his head.

"No Anna, they're already here. We can't risk sending anyone away from the camp."

"You want to see your grandson without a father?" Anna asked through gritted teeth.

Hearing this, Colonel Miller fell silent.

However, at this moment, a soldier holding an SVD sniper rifle shouted excitedly.

"Look, it's Artyom and the Hunter!"

Anna couldn't wait to grab the top of the wall and look at the snowy fields in the distance.

On the white hillside, Artyom and the hunter were trudging along, their calves digging into the snow with every step they took.

Behind them, eleven humanoid monsters appeared, covered in white hair, just like the snowmen in some rumors.

They also noticed the two fleeing people and rushed up the hillside like crazy.

Anna decisively raised her rifle and glared at the snow demon with gritted teeth.

"Go to hell!"

After one volley of bullets, the two snow demons fell down, and a few streaks of scarlet appeared on the snow.

The remaining snow demons still did not stop chasing.

Anna couldn't help but look at the sniper beside her.

"Why haven't you shot yet?"

The sniper responded by lightly hooking the trigger.

"Don't worry, they can't catch up to that guy. Save your bullets and shoot them closer!"

While talking.

A snow demon rises up from the snow!

The face covered with thick white hair was filled with bloodthirstiness and hatred.

"boom!"

It suddenly stopped, dripped some crimson, and fell into the ice and snow.

This seemed to be a signal, and one, two, three snow demons fell to the ground one after another.

The remaining three snow demons stopped, roared, turned around and left without any reluctance.

Seeing this, Anna didn't stop at all and jumped onto the platform in two steps.

"Open the door, open the door quickly."

"Creaky!" The wooden door was pushed open by two fat and strong aunts.

Seeing Artyom, Anna hugged him.

When Artyom opened his hands in surprise, he noticed Miller looking at him from behind the wall.

After comforting Anna, he hurried into the camp.

...

In the center of the camp, wood crackled in oil drums, and the heat melted the thin snow around it, revealing the dry, cold black soil.

After a long time of waiting for the snow demon to attack, the crowd had no choice but to gather around the fire to keep warm.

Artyom was also there, and after drinking a cup of hot tea handed to him by his wife, he felt a little warmer.

Colonel Miller walked straight over and sat beside the oil barrel with a serious look on his face.

"How many snow demons have you and the hunter seen?"

Artyom lost himself in memories.

"About a thousand, so that shouldn't be a lot."

The colonel gave a wry smile.

Seeing this, Artyom couldn't help but ask.

"We're running out of bullets?"

Looking at the fire, Miller's eyes flickered.

"Each person in the camp is only given twenty rounds of ammunition."

"This is not enough, not nearly enough."

Artyom's heart sank.

Each person had twenty rounds of bullets, and with more than two hundred people in the camp, the total number of bullets was only a few thousand.

If we make a simple comparison, one bullet is more than enough to kill a snow demon, but it doesn't work that way in actual combat.

The snow demons are no longer the same as they were at the beginning of the virus outbreak. This amount of bullets is not enough, not enough at all.

He couldn't help but look up at the horizon.

The sun had disappeared into the distant mountains at some point, the sky darkened, and night was approaching.

The colonel stood up and said in a deep voice.

"It was a rough night."

Artyom's face also darkened.

As if he had thought of something, he spoke out immediately.

"I contacted other survivors today."

"Let them go, don't let them die in vain." Miller said without turning his head.

Artyom stood up and spoke seriously.

"They are from an organization called Mutual Aid, and they are on their way to support us."