latelenovela Chapter 864 gives you a chance for revenge!
Chapter 864 gives you a chance for revenge!
The night became the best disguise for killing.
Dozens of kilometers away from the battlefield that had just been baptized by blood and fire.
In a huge underground fortress disguised as an ordinary geological exploration station, the atmosphere is completely different from the brutality of the front line.
It is filled with a kind of almost cruel ease and comfort, like appreciating a work of art.
On the huge surround main control screen, real-time images transmitted back by front-line drones were clearly broadcasting the one-sided massacre.
Several people wearing the uniforms of senior American and Russian military officers were holding glasses filled with vodka, watching the screen with interest, watching how the "monsters" they had created with their own hands easily crushed the armored forces of the Dragon Kingdom and the Pennsylvania Republic into piles of smoking scrap metal like tearing up toys.
The expressions on their faces were filled with the indifference of superiors towards lower creatures, as well as undisguised pride and appreciation for the power they wielded.
However, the sudden appearance of the mysterious blue beam caused the "hunt" that should have ended with complete annihilation to fail in the end.
Even a few of those precious "mad orcs" were lost.
But this is no big deal.
Because this small-scale border conflict has perfectly demonstrated to them the horror of the "Mad Orcs" biological weapon.
A team of only 500 people was able to confront a well-equipped heavy armored force of 1,000 people head-on.
Moreover, it was carried out in an almost unilateral manner.
Half a year ago, no military strategist could have imagined the outcome of this battle!
"Everyone,"
A general from the Eagle Sauce side excitedly raised the wine glass in his hand. His face, which was always gloomy, was now flushed red due to alcohol and excitement.
"I think we should toast to the great success of Project Olympus!"
"Yes, we should indeed toast! Those wild orcs are simply...perfect works of art in slaughter!"
Another Russian general did not hesitate to express his praise.
With greed glittering in his eyes, he continued.
"Just five hundred of them can unleash such terrifying combat power."
"What if we send out a thousand or ten thousand?"
"By then," he said, a cruel arc curling up at the corner of his mouth, "even if the Dragon Nation sends out those mysterious tanks they sent tonight, I'm afraid they won't be able to stop our endless army of beastmen who are fearless of death, right?"
This idea, like a seed full of temptation, quickly took root and sprouted in everyone's heart.
They seemed to have seen it in the near future.
That wave of death composed of thousands of "perfect biological weapons" will completely flatten Pennsylvania in an unstoppable manner.
Crush those so-called high-tech weapons of Dragon Country to pieces!
Finally, help them to regain the ultimate hegemony of this planet!
With this incomparably wonderful bloody fantasy in mind, these senior generals became more active and more crazy in promoting the mass production plan of the "Mad Orcs".
They couldn't wait to give Dragon Country and Pennsylvania Republic the heaviest blow...
……
And at the same time.
On the battlefield littered with corpses, the atmosphere was as solemn as if it were real.
The surviving soldiers were silently cleaning up the incomplete and even unrecognizable bodies of their comrades.
The air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder and a disgusting smell of burnt flesh and blood.
Zhang Zhigang, this iron-willed man who just roared in front of death.
At this moment, it was as if all the strength had been drained away.
He knelt on his knees and sat powerlessly beside the wreckage of a 99A tank that had been torn in two.
His hands were stuck in his hair, which had become sticky from being soaked in blood.
His eyes were red and bloodshot, but not a single tear came out.
According to preliminary statistics after the war, the more than 1,000 brothers he brought with him were full of energy and even joked with him a few hours ago.
At this moment, there were only less than three hundred people left who were still able to stand and breathe.
If it weren’t for the “Qilin” team that arrived in time like a divine soldier from heaven.
I'm afraid that by now, even he himself has turned into a corpse.
At this moment, the rage of those wild orcs towards Eagle Sauce.
And deep regret for underestimating the enemy.
Like two poisonous snakes biting his heart madly.
Why...why am I so careless...
Why do I feel that it was just an ordinary infiltration...
If...if I could have reported this to my superiors earlier, if our support could have arrived ten minutes earlier...
Xiao Wang, Lao Li, and the others... don't have to die...
Endless self-blame, like a tide, completely drowned him.
He even had the urge to pull out the pistol from his waist and end it all.
However, just when he was tortured by this huge pain and resentment and was almost about to collapse completely.
A slightly younger figure appeared before his eyes at some point.
Zhang Zhigang slowly lifted up the heavy head and used his eyes, which were a little blurred by sadness, to identify it for a long time.
Only then did I recognize an identity that only existed in legends from the other person's face, which looked to be no more than twenty years old.
He is actually Fang Yu, Chief Engineer Fang!
He saw this "living god" who only existed in military myths suddenly appear in front of him.
For a moment, Zhang Zhigang's brain was completely blank.
Subconsciously, he wanted to stand up, salute, and report.
However, after Fang Yu arrived, he did not say any clichéd words of comfort like those political cadres, such as "The deceased is gone, please accept my condolences."
He just looked down at the man who was almost crushed by self-blame with a calm gaze.
Then, he asked a question directly, which turned all of Zhang Zhigang's sadness and regret into raging rage in an instant.
"Do you want to avenge your dead brothers?"
"think"
Zhang Zhigang squeezed out this word from his throat almost subconsciously.
His voice was hoarse and dry, yet it carried a deep hatred that could melt even steel.
"I want to dream about it!"
He suddenly raised his head, and his red eyes stared at Fang Yu, like a traveler who was about to die of thirst in the desert and saw the last oasis.
"As long as I can get revenge and tear off the heads of those bastards with my own hands, Chief Fang, I'll do anything you ask me to do..."
Hearing this, Fang Yu finally showed a hint of satisfaction on his face.
He nodded slowly.
"If you want to, then that's perfect."
"I have a new experiment going on right now."
"However, we are still lacking some... brave enough people to participate in the experiment."
"It can grant you strength far beyond that of an ordinary person, allowing you to tear those 'monsters' apart with your own hands."
"If you really want revenge, then follow me!"
"However," he changed the subject, his calm gaze becoming penetrating, "I must tell you in advance that this experiment is not 100% safe."
"It...contains certain risks..."
However, he had not yet finished his warning about "risks".
"I go!"
Zhang Zhigang agreed without hesitation.
He didn't even ask what kind of experiment it was.
He only knew that this was an opportunity.
One that would allow him to personally avenge the blood debt of the more than 700 brothers who died...
The only chance!