Chapter 531: More Bones
Creeping, white bones.
Hodge found it a little difficult to understand how these two words could be combined together.
But he soon didn't have to worry about it anymore. While jogging, Hodge looked back at the white mist behind him with a grim face.
"Damn it, damn it, how can you run so fast!?"
The estimates he, Ashgwen and the other two had made before were basically based on the speed at which the fog moved.
But the white bones chasing after them were obviously a little abnormal.
"Look carefully, the speed of the mist is not fast, but the speed of the bones is very fast!" Gwen pointed to the distance.
The white mist was like a gauze curtain, slowly floating towards this side, while the group of wriggling white bones was like a semi-trailer truck crashing into the gauze curtain, pulling the entire gauze curtain to move rapidly, drawing a long arc on both sides.
"Indeed, the white fog is only rolling towards the south, but those bones are chasing us." Ash's voice sounded from above, and Hodge looked back.
The number of bones didn't seem to be that large, but they managed to pull the entire white fog over, and their target was very clear: the evacuating expeditionary force! "No, we can't go on like this!" Hodge was anxious. The bones were moving much faster than expected. If they continued like this, they might not be able to check the arrival of the train!
"How far are the bones from us now?" Hodge looked up and asked Ash. She was a transcendent and her vision was far superior to that of ordinary people.
"It's less than five kilometers. We have passed the mark we left earlier."
"It looks like we'll have to try for five kilometers."
The soldiers of the expeditionary force clearly felt that something was wrong.
The so-called forced march does not actually mean that the speed of the march is particularly fast, at least not to the level of a brisk run. Firstly, it will consume a lot of physical strength, and secondly, it is easy for people to fall behind.
But the orders from above are obviously becoming more and more urgent.
They have advanced more than ten kilometers in one breath without any rest. They are in good condition now and can hold on, but this will definitely not last long.
Even the most obtuse person would notice that something was wrong. Such abnormal orders often meant the situation was extremely urgent.
Either there are friendly forces ahead who need quick support, or there are unstoppable enemies behind.
The former can only be verified by those who are well-informed, but the latter can be seen just by turning around.
Then more and more soldiers discovered the white fog chasing them.
When white fog, northern border, and chasing people are added together, the answer is ready.
White disaster.
Now the soldiers no longer had any doubts about the order, and no one complained about why they didn't rest. They only regretted that they didn't have two more legs or a few more pairs of wheels.
But the next order confused them a little.
"Turn around and shoot? Sir, are you sure?"
A soldier asked doubtfully while jogging.
"Yes, but you have to wait a while. You can adjust the rear sight first - to the highest position. There is no rush to load the bullet. Be careful when running to avoid accidental discharge."
The resistance army's bolt-action rifles all have machine sights. If the rear sight is adjusted to the highest setting, it can aim at a distance of 1,300 yards. This distance is difficult for ordinary people, let alone extraordinary people, to aim at. In fact, more than 800 yards is almost the limit of accurate shooting, and the soldiers have never pushed the rear sight so high.
"No problem, sir. We will certainly follow your orders. But I am a little confused. Will it really be effective to fire bullets at the White Scourge? It is just a cloud of mist. It is also written in the newly added entry in the Holy Scripture that no weapon can stop the White Scourge!"
"Just fire. We don't have that many bullets. Lord Ash won't waste them."
The name Ash successfully shut the soldiers up. The Crusaders had a serious worship of equivalence, a trend that was also carried over to the expeditionary force, and Ash's name was in a sense a synonym for equivalence.
Although Hodge was the captain of this company, everyone seemed to have forgotten about it for the time being and ran forward for a distance. Suddenly, Ash's cold voice sounded from above the soldiers' heads: "Stop and prepare to shoot! Aim at the white mist at six o'clock directly behind you, fire five rounds freely, and then continue marching!"
The soldiers stopped when they heard this. They had already made preparations and changed their formation. Now they could turn around, turn on the safety and shoot.
Five rounds are exactly the amount of a magazine, which is also the limit of continuous firing of a bolt-action rifle. Although it can be quickly reloaded with a magazine, the expeditionary force is most short of time at the moment, so they fire five rounds first to see the effect.
The expeditionary force had some difficulty aiming. They were all panting at the moment, but fortunately they were carrying very little weight, so they were still able to hold on.
Pulling the trigger and pulling the bolt, the slightly trembling hands quickly fired five bullets. The expeditionary forces had no time to rest and could only turn around and trot forward again.
But Ash stopped where he was, looking at the bones getting closer and closer behind him.
"How's it going? Is it working?"
Hodge was already sweating profusely. The bones were only a thousand yards away from them, but there was no sign of the train appearing. If the shooting had no effect—
With trembling hands, Hodge took out the steel plate with his name and basic information printed on it. If he couldn't escape, let Ash hang it on the memorial tablet at the top of Castel Cathedral.
“It works.”
Ash's voice was cold as ice, without a trace of emotion, but Hotch felt it was like the rising sun at noon, warming up his already cold body.
"The shooting accuracy is not high, but the coverage is good. The pursuit momentum of the group of skeletons has been stopped, and the fog has also slowed down. It seems that I don't need to take action."
As Ash spoke, he slowly hung the heavy machine gun in his hand back on the armor rack.
Although we brought a lot of heavy machine gun bullets, they are much more valuable than bolt-action rifles, so the more we save, the better.
“Great, great!”
Hodge had an expression as if he had escaped death. The speed of the skeletons chasing him was too fast. They didn't give him any chance to breathe. If they continued like this, it was only a matter of time before they were dragged to death.
Fortunately, they can't withstand bullets.
Out of caution, the expeditionary force did not stop but continued to march forward, and soon, bad news came again.
"Those bones are catching up with us again." Ash suddenly said.
"What!?"
Hodge was stunned for a moment, then he calmed down and tried to analyze the situation: "The shooting just now should have only knocked out the skeletons in the front row, and the skeletons in the back are chasing us again. It's okay, just keep firing. Ash, there aren't many of them, right?"
"Not much, just a little bigger than us."
(End of this chapter)
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