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

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of sounds like the roars of wild beasts rang out.

The doors on both sides of the hovering Jumping Hawk helicopter opened wide, and a long fire snake spurted out from the door immediately after the sound.

A metal storm swept through the camp!

The ground was splashed with black and white.

Fist-sized holes appeared on the roof of the wooden house, and bowl-sized scars were left on the tough and thick log exterior walls.

The snow demons running and chasing in the camp were like wheat in the fields, falling one after another.

As the helicopter's searchlight shone forward, the camp was filled with the corpses of snow demons.

And the direction of the main entrance of the camp.

The snow demons that were fighting with the crowd were hit by bullets from nowhere, and they staggered and fell like drunkards.

For a moment, the pressure in the camp suddenly eased.

Just then, the wind from the propellers grew stronger.

Artyom pulled himself together and looked up at the sky.

But I saw two ropes hitting the snow, and then dark shadows slid down the ropes.

As soon as they landed, they formed groups of three, with flashes of fire coming out of the muzzles of their guns from time to time, and cleared the fish caught in the net with short bursts of fire.

These people are definitely well-trained elites!

No different from the remnants of the GRU led by my father.

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, Artyom noticed the warriors' arms.

They have two logos attached to the Velcro on the arms.

One is the symbol of the great country in the south.

The other one is a little weird, it is an infinity symbol, and the intersection of the symbols is a pair of handshakes.

Artyom couldn't help but open his eyes slightly.

It's a big country in the south, why would they come to Vladivostok.

Could it be that they have already started the reconstruction work?

In addition to the astonishment, several figures slid down from the helicopter.

It was Zhang Xuan who brought Guan Sheng and Li Wei.

As soon as he arrived, President Zhang noticed Artyom and the dire situation in the camp.

He frowned slightly.

"It seems that we are still a little late."

"It's not too late. Thank you very much for your help. My name is Artyom!" Artyom shook his head and expressed his gratitude in Chinese.

Zhang Xuan was a little surprised.

I was so lucky that as soon as I got down, I met a Russian who was fluent in Chinese.

That's good, so we don't have to call for translators from the Pacific Rim.

Putting his thoughts aside, he ordered his soldiers to disperse and cooperate with the Jumping Hawk helicopter to sweep the camp.

The clearing operation continued until the sky gradually darkened.

The thirty-meter-long Jumping Eagle helicopter, with its propellers retracted, lay dormant on the snow outside the camp.

The camp was in a dire situation.

The people in the camp had extremely grim expressions on their faces, and some were even sobbing as they collected the bodies of their relatives and friends.

Ivan, with a thin face, looked at a corpse with its throat torn off with a sudden expression.

"Old man, we agreed to go ice fishing together..."

Hearing and seeing these scenes, Zhang Xuan's expression changed slightly.

But he did not stop and walked all the way to the center of the camp.

In the center of the camp, Guan Shengzheng and several soldiers carrying guns were huddled around an oil drum to keep warm.

From time to time, a few pieces of wood were added in, causing a lot of ashes to rise into the sky.

Next to them was Colonel Miller, with a bruised face and nose, sitting on a log smoking.

Artyom stood beside him.

As soon as he saw Zhang Xuan coming, Guan Sheng stepped forward and whispered.

"President, we have no casualties, but we have used up a lot of bullets."

"However, Colonel Miller and his men suffered a terrible loss. More than half of the 200 men in the camp were killed."

"Yeah." Zhang Xuan nodded and then said.

"Tell Li Wei to give up the expulsion and lead his men back to the camp."

"I understand." Guan Sheng agreed immediately.

Zhang Xuan looked at the colonel.

After the battle last night, he talked a lot with Artyom, such as the origin of this survivor camp.

and the Spartan Rangers, led by Colonel Miller.

They were originally members of the GRU special forces and were ordered to come to Vladivostok to suppress the riot, and the so-called riot was a full-scale outbreak of infection.

Even the elite special forces are not immune to infection.

Most of the colonel's men were infected, and facing hundreds of thousands of infected people in Vladivostok, the losses were extremely heavy.

There were only a dozen or so men left.

After collecting his thoughts, Zhang Xuan walked towards the colonel.

Colonel Miller sat there motionless, somewhat dazed.

More than one hundred people were killed or injured.

After these years, all the survivors in the camp have formed new families because of the doomsday.

But just last night, half of the people in the camp once again suffered the pain of saying goodbye to their loved ones.

Fucking snow demon!

At this time, the son-in-law's voice sounded.

"Colonel, President Zhang is here."

Miller stopped thinking and looked up.

When he saw the mutual aid society fighters and Zhang Xuan, he had a complicated expression.

Judging from Artyom's communication with them.

The great country to the south has already begun reconstruction work and has even sent out mutual aid societies.

Thinking of this, Miller felt a little lonely.

But we just stay on the island and think about comfort.

Until a catastrophe occurs.

The sound of stepping on the snow disappeared.

The colonel raised his head and thanked him solemnly.

"Zhang, thank you."

"If there's anything I can do for you, please let me know."

Artyom volunteered to act as an interpreter.

Zhang Xuan smiled.

"We're all human beings, and this is what we should do."

Miller asked again.

"So, what is the Mutual Aid Society doing in the North?"

Upon hearing this, President Zhang looked at the corpse of a snow demon and replied.

"To be honest, we are here to find a cure for the KV virus."

The colonel looked peculiar.

"Zhang, I'm afraid you've come to the wrong place. There's no famous research institute in Vladivostok."

"I know, we just came to Vladivostok to rest and will fly to Alaska today." Zhang Xuan nodded.

So that's how it is, Miller thought to himself.

The mutual aid society’s target must be the opponent on the other side of the ocean, the one that has been entangled with the Federation for decades.

But how do they know that there must be a solution to the KV virus on the other side of the ocean?