End Times Dust Light

  Withdraw!

The word    couldn't be simpler, like a sharp knife pierced deeply into Zhang Pu's heart.

The huge pressure, high tension, combined with extreme loss and self-blame, caused Zhang Pu to cough involuntarily, his pale and horrified face showed discordant red tides, his chest seemed to be pressed tightly by a boulder, and his body was not. He stopped twitching, with a bleak smile on his face: "There are still so many soldiers on the battlefield. Where are they going to withdraw? Can they come out?"

  This answer was obviously beyond Peng Biao's expectation.

He was stunned for a few seconds, and his expression became more anxious: "Master Zhang, what's the matter with you? At this time, we must retreat to Xiangyang base, or retreat to Wuhan base, where there are still a large number of survivors, some have troops, there The base is stronger than here, and it is impossible for mutant creatures to attack there."

  Zhang Pu's tone became indifferent: "When the staff's combat plan was announced, the commanders below strongly opposed it. Do you remember what they said?"

   "When is it, what are you still mentioning?"

  At this time, Peng Biao also began to regret, why must he take this task, but what can be done with regret, can it change the current situation of defeat on the battlefield?

Zhang Pu didn’t care about Peng Biao’s reaction, and lamented: “Our warfare thinking is still in the civilized era. This is not a regional conflict, nor a contest between countries. This is an endless world between humans and mutant creatures. The war. We are sitting in the command center. The officers who are fighting on the battlefield know more about mutant creatures than the staff. The battle plan cannot be successful from the beginning."

"This is a medium-sized city. The number of zombies and mutant creatures in the city exceeds several million. The pheromone warfare is effective against hundreds of thousands of mutant creatures. We are digging our own graves. This battle is destined from the very beginning. I failed. I didn’t expect that I was also fascinated. I am sorry for these **** soldiers."

  Zhang Pu's voice gradually dimmed. He really didn't know, in what way should he express the deep pain in his heart?

  This battle was a mistake from the beginning!

  If it’s not for your own greed, if it’s not for listening to other people’s confusion, if it’s not for stubbornness, if..., without if, things won’t become the way they are now.

  Zhang Pu wants to repent, wants to redeem all this, but can't do anything anymore.

  The entire battlefront collapsed almost instantaneously. Tide-like mutant creatures swallowed everything like a landslide and tsunami. Maybe they don’t have the high-tech weapons of a human army.

  However, they have an advantage that humans cannot match: the virus weakens their perception, and the fear, timidity and other negative thoughts parasitized deep in the brain are suppressed to a minimum. Their own pain and the fear caused by the death of their companions have no effect on them. The instincts from other groups bring them together, forming a perfect combination that is based on the individual and cooperates with each other. They are no longer weak when the virus broke out, but an incomparably powerful army of mutant creatures. As long as they occupy a quantitative advantage, they can be invincible in the world.

   "What's the use of saying these now, we have to leave here quickly, the mutant creatures will spread here soon."

  Peng Biao could not understand the fear and suffering in Zhang Pu's heart. He was being enveloped by huge fear and anger, but all of this was caused by himself, and the unspeakable entanglement mentality tortured him to death.

  As a professional soldier, he also put a lot of effort into the combat plan drawn up by the General Staff. After conducting hundreds of deductions, after evaluating the strength of both sides, they even went to the battlefield to verify the situation, and even personally interrogated the fortifications on the battlefield.

  His diligence, he never lay hands on others, how many sleepless nights, how many times he has revised his combat plan, and how many problems he found in the middle, so as to avoid unexpected situations.

  However, the formulation of the entire combat plan was a mistake from the beginning, and then a series of mistakes, which led to the current misery.

  Zhang Pu is not a god, nor does he use Zhuge Liang’s unpredictable prophet, nor does he have a wealth of combat experience against mutant creatures. The data he relies on are all combat data since the outbreak of the virus.

However, humans have not really understood mutant creatures, and even the evolution of zombies is stuck in conjecture, but they don’t know that the genes of zombies are evolving rapidly, not only the response, speed, power and other aspects are greatly improved. Even foreign genetic infections have caused zombies to branch into different populations.

  They have become more advanced, and their biological characteristics have become more and more obvious, especially in terms of gene fusion. Different populations have begun to cooperate with each other. They are no longer as dull and dull as they were at the beginning, but gradually formed a hierarchical human-like social structure.

   To put it bluntly, the Battle of Nanyang was a replica of the battle in some small counties. He and the staff only saw victory and glory, and never considered the consequences that they must bear after defeat.

  If you fail, you will retreat. To put it better, it is a strategic shift, using space for time.

   "Master Zhang, hurry up!"

Peng Biao's eager eyes were about to burst into flames, and in an almost imploring tone, he said urgently: "The retreating plane is ready. The forward of the mutant creature is about to attack the command post. It is too close to the battlefield. They will soon You will find here. If you don't leave, there will be no chance?"

  Looking at the eager Peng Biao, Zhang Pu felt a tinge of sadness in his heart. Can he let go of the army? "Retreat, shouldn't we do something now? Go, you go."

  He laughed coldly in his heart. At this time, Peng Biao thought of running away for the first time. Doesn't he know what shame is? Is this what a soldier should say?

"It's our battle plan. Since it has proved to be a failure, we should bravely bear the responsibility. The frontline has been defeated and the soldiers who cannot retreat are not opponents of mutant creatures. Look at how many young soldiers have been killed. How many people have become food in their mouths... At this time you actually thought of running away. I am really ashamed of you?"

  Peng Biao felt the muscles on his face jump and jump, and fear finally defeated the shame. It is good to be able to take Zhang Pu away, but I don’t want to be buried with him.

"I want to report the whole process of this battle to the military. This battle has exceeded the plan of the General Staff. In order not to repeat the same mistakes, someone must evacuate the battlefield. As the political commissar of the 0468 Division, I have to remind you that now The front line has collapsed. There is only one dead end to stay here. In order to save the 0468 division’s organs, I order you to evacuate immediately, otherwise I will go to the military headquarters to sue you."