Apocalyptic Hero System

In the early morning of the outbreak of the last days, a company of a certain infantry division was stationed.

Xue Hong, it’s been the second year since he served as the company commander of a certain company. When he first came out of the military academy, he was immature and masculine at the time, but now he is a little more stable. After a year of contact, Xue Hong has become acquainted with the soldiers of the company. When he was a child, he was often instilled in the revolutionary army tradition by his military fan dad. Now he finally used it in practice. He trained with the soldiers, ate and lived together, several times last year. In the training and competition, they all got good results.

At the end of today's morning exercise, as the soldiers entered the canteen, Xue Hong wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the sky, and said to himself: "This weather is a bit strange. I have never seen fog of this color before. "

Wu Yan, the instructor next to him, came over: "Old Xue, what are you muttering!"

"Brother Yan, can you stop Old Xue Lao Xue, I'm only twenty-six, and if you call it that way, who dares to introduce me to a girlfriend in the future!"

"Why, with your good conditions, I'm afraid I won't find a girlfriend, or I will introduce my sister to you!"

Seeing Wu Yan's smirk, Xue Hong questioned: "When did you have a sister? Aren't you the only child!"

"Nurse Xiao Wu is my sister! God-sister. How about it, I'm satisfied this time!"

"Ahem..." Xue Hong had to defend something. At this moment, a riot broke out in the cafeteria, shouting and scuffles. Xue Hong was taken aback. What were these soldiers and sons tossing about this early morning? He quickly greeted Wu Yan and said: "Something has happened, let's go and have a look!"

Wu Yan immediately followed Xue Hong to the canteen.

As soon as I entered the cafeteria, I saw a mess in the cafeteria. The tables were turned over and the food was scattered on the ground. Several soldiers were pressed to the ground and kept twisting their bodies, roaring from time to time.

Seeing this, Xue Hong immediately asked loudly: "Zhang Chongshan, what is your grandson leading the army to toss about, early in the morning, the meal is not delicious, do you run too little in the morning!"

Zhang Chongshan ran over, out of breath, and one stood at attention: "Report to the company commander. This time I was really not involved. It was the soldiers who suddenly fainted to the ground. Then the comrades next to him went up to help them. As a result, who knew this? Some grandsons had some kind of illness, pulling people, biting and scratching, so I had no choice but to subdue them first."

Xue Hong was also taken aback when he heard it. Then he waved his hand and said, "Let's take a look at those fighters." As he said, he walked to the fighter who was pinned to the ground.

Just received one of the fighters who were pressed on the ground, the fighter suddenly raised his head, his mouth screamed, his teeth were constantly clenching, as if he was about to bite anything in front of him, and his raised face was already gone. Angry, dead white, and the eyes have lost their luster, a vast expanse of whiteness, as if the whites of the eyes were turned up, and at this time, there was a blood-red blood mark on the corner of the soldier's mouth, which formed a sharp contrast with the entire pale face. Seeing this face, Xue Hong was taken aback. It was clearly a dead face, but how could the dead move? Living dead!

When these three words appeared in his mind, Xue Hong himself was shocked, but in order to prevent any accidents, he quickly ordered: "Tie these fighters to me, and block their mouths. , Don’t let them bite and scratch people. Also, tie up those who were bitten and scratched.”

As soon as the order came out, Wu Yan, Zhang Chongshan and several other officers were taken aback. Wu Yan walked over and asked in a low voice: "Just tie the troublemakers, and the injured ones have made no mistake!"

Xue Hong also replied in a low voice: "I suspect this is a biochemical virus, and those soldiers who were bitten may have also been infected!"

"Huh?" Wu Yan was a bit stunned, how could this suddenly cause a biochemical virus.

Seeing that the soldiers didn't respond, Xue Hong hurriedly urged: "What are you doing there, please execute the order quickly."

The soldier’s mission is to execute orders. Although some of the soldiers who were bitten felt wronged, they were obediently tied up. The whole dining hall was restored to order. Wu Yan took a closer look at the soldiers who had bitten. The soldiers were all soldiers who had caught a cold in the rain a few days ago. The cold was in the barracks. It was not a serious illness. Take some medicine and run a few laps, so no one cares.

Wu Yan turned around and ordered the soldiers to send an order: "Zhang Ge, hurry up and send a message to the regiment headquarters, saying that we have a plague here and we need a military doctor to come over for diagnosis."

The messenger behind him was taken aback for a moment, and then questioned: "Is it an infectious disease?"

Wu Yangang wanted to repeat the order again. At this moment, the wounded soldier who had been **** suddenly made a painful sound. The soldiers' complexions were flushed, the blood vessels on their necks burst, and their eyes were bloodshot. But this situation only lasted more than ten seconds, and suddenly fell to the ground. As soon as a soldier wanted to go up to help them, Xue Hong immediately stopped and said: "Don't get close to them, they are also sick!"

Turning around and asking Zhang Chongshan: "How long has it been since they were bitten?"

Zhang Chongshan answered with a puzzled look: "Almost ten minutes!"

Xue Hong nodded, and noted the time in his heart.

Sure enough, the soldier who had just fallen to the ground suddenly raised his head again, but at this time his hands were tied and he could no longer stand up, but his raised face had become the same as the previous soldier, lifeless.

Everyone was surprised when they saw this, could it really be Resident Evil?

Seeing this result, Xue Hong confirmed his judgment even more, so he ordered the messenger again: "Hurry up to the regiment... No, report directly to the division headquarters. A biochemical virus infection has occurred here. A biochemical expert needs to come over. go with!"

After Xue Hong dealt with the things in the canteen, he temporarily imprisoned several soldiers who had been transformed into corpses in a room. In order to prevent accidents, he specially tied them with iron wires and gagged their mouths. Although the comrades-in-arms are deep, but in special circumstances, special treatment, soldiers are iron-blooded. Xue Hong knows that if it is not dealt with in time, it may cause unnecessary casualties. In the end, Xue Hong called the platoon officers together for a meeting: "Today's emergency is likely to be a biochemical attack."

After speaking, there was silence in the entire company. Obviously, everyone was unwilling to accept this fact. Xue Hong went on to say: “I’m afraid this virus infection is not a small-scale infection. Therefore, we will wait for further instructions and orders from our superiors. We must also prepare in advance. First, all weapons are loaded with bullets, and the platoon leaders must instruct the soldiers to conduct inspections. Once the gun has a problem, it will be deadly. The second is to tell the logistics and centralize the management of food. The third is to fill up the vehicle and do a good inspection. We may leave at any time."

Upon hearing that the soldiers should be equipped with bullets, Wu Yan also felt that the matter was a bit big, so he asked, "Is the matter so serious?"

Xue Hong said with a serious expression: “I’m afraid the matter is more serious than this. Just now, the commander came back and said that the division was also very messy. After making several calls, no one answered them. I asked Zhang Ge to stay in the reception room. As soon as there is news, notify me immediately."

Upon hearing this, Wu Yan also knew the seriousness of the situation.