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He suddenly raised the assault rifle in his hand. The gun body shone coldly under the incandescent light, and his excited voice was full of temptation and encouragement.
"After tonight, everyone will be a hero of the dungeon. Your families will enter the first zone because of your achievements. You will never have to worry about not having enough food to eat! You will never have to worry about not having clean water to drink! You will never have to worry about being expelled for mutations!"
"I know that in this battle, some will fall." His gaze swept across every face, and his voice suddenly lowered, yet it became even more captivating. "But even if you die, you will be martyrs of the underground city and brothers of me, Tan Meng!"
A low gasp was heard from the crowd, and someone gripped the gun handle tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.
"I, Tan Meng, swear here today..." He slammed his fist into his chest, his bulletproof vest making a dull thud. "As long as I'm alive, I will bring my brothers' families into District One! I'll ensure they never have to worry about food and clothing!"
“Roar!!!!” Everyone excitedly waved their weapons, and the beast-like fighting spirit instantly ignited the entire warehouse.
Liu Xia watched all this with a grim expression. No wonder these employees who reported in on the first day could participate in such an important battle. This was basically a fight to the death with almost no return.
Tan Meng turned and walked towards the central pit: "Group A goes first, Group B provides cover, and Group C brings up the rear!"
Liu Xia followed Zhao Dan to the location of Group A, where the first group of armed workers lined up at the edge of the pit.
Only then could I see clearly that the edge of the cave, which was nearly five meters in diameter, was inlaid with a wide metal frame. A spiral staircase extended downward and disappeared into the bottomless darkness.
A fishy smell was continuously pouring out from there, mixed with a certain dangerous smell that Liu Xia couldn't describe.
Everyone knows that tonight, either they enter the first area alive or they will stay in this darkness forever.
Following Tan Meng's gesture, the workers turned on the tactical lights on their helmets and filed into the pit. The lights crisscrossed the narrow space, illuminating the wet rock walls and rusted metal supports.
Liu Xia was arranged in the first group. She stood at the edge of the pit and could feel the cold air rising from below.
"Captains, keep the radios open. Open fire immediately if you encounter resistance." Tan Meng's voice came from above the pit. "Remember, leave no one alive."
Following the team up the metal stairs, the stench became stronger with every step, and the stairs creaked under the weight, which was particularly harsh in the silence.
After descending about thirty meters, the space suddenly opened up and they came to a man-made tunnel.
Liu Xia's finger was tightly gripping the trigger. The only sounds in the tunnel were hurried footsteps and the slight clatter of equipment.
Suddenly, there was a sharp metal collision sound from the front. Liu Xia instinctively fell to the ground. Almost at the same time, a series of gunshots rang out in the tunnel.
A worker beside her suddenly groaned, and several bright red flowers of blood appeared on his chest. He fell straight down.
Liu Xia rolled to a protruding rock wall and raised his assault rifle to fight back. The recoil was very strong but he still held it firmly. The bullet casings fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
A ball of orange-red flame lit up at the end of the tunnel, and a rocket roared towards them with a tail of flame.
"RPG!" Someone screamed to warn the team members behind him, but a few seconds after the sound was made, his stomach was blown through.
This was Liu Xia's first time experiencing such a brutal confrontation. Her mind was still a little slow to react when she felt a heat wave in her face and the shock wave of the explosion knocked her to the ground.
"Be careful!" She heard Song Xuan's nervous whisper, and then she felt a warm body covering her, resisting most of the impact, and the look in his eyes was full of worry when he looked at her.
Amid the ringing in his ears, Liu Xia saw the rocks at the top of the tunnel begin to collapse in a small area.
The resistance also seemed to know that they could not overuse explosive weapons here, and instead continued to use ordinary guns, otherwise everyone underground would be crushed to death by the collapsed rocks.
More dark figures emerged from the depths again, and bullets rained down like raindrops. Several workers were shot into sieves as soon as they stood up, and their bulletproof vests were riddled with bullet holes.
The melee continued, and fully armed miners poured into the pit one after another. When one group died, a new group would join in, as if the consumables were endless.
Liu Xia took a deep breath, and the thick smell of gunpowder and blood filled her lungs. Song Xuan was always by her side, never leaving. The two of them leaned back against each other, protecting each other.
The sounds of gunfire became more and more intense, mixed with people's screams and the sound of metal colliding, until they turned a corner. The hellish scene in front of them made Liu Xia squint his eyes.
The tunnel expanded into a circular hall here. The entrance had become a hellish scene, with wounded soldiers and corpses lying all over the ground. Blood flowed into streams on the uneven ground. Hundreds of armed men were relying on sandbag bunkers to resist.
Behind them was a huge metal door with a symbol painted in blue paint on it that Liu Xia had seen before: it was the pattern on Shen Wanren's badge, a stick figure representing a beehive.
The fishy smell seems to come from here.
Zhao Dan's bulletproof vest was stained with blood. He was organizing the attack in an orderly manner at the entrance of the tunnel. The ground under his feet was covered with metal bullet casings and broken corpses.
Everything was too real, the smoke, blood mist and the groans of death. Liu Xia had never experienced such a real battle. It was not the feeling of recycling garbage or killing a group of mutant creatures, but living people, who had just eaten and drunk together, died in front of him.
It was not until then that Liu Xia, who had never experienced a battlefield, regained consciousness and felt the reality in his body.
She even had the urge to leave here, but deep down she knew she couldn't retreat. Since her consciousness had already come to this fucked up world, she had to force herself to grow.
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Taking advantage of the internal strife in the dungeon to find a chance to kill Shen Wanren and get the reward for recycling garbage is a path that must be taken.
By then, Liu Xia will be one of the heroes of this battle, and it will be easier to find an opportunity to get rid of Tan Meng. It will be a sure win no matter how you look at it.
Even the well-equipped guards that Shen Wanren brought with him could not resist the continuous attack of more than 600 people. After all, their ammunition and supplies were limited, while the ammunition prepared by Tan Meng could last forever.
Soon the guards guarding the iron gate were beaten back step by step, some fled and some died. Those guards who wanted to push the gate in banged on the iron gate, but the gate showed no sign of opening, until only the beaten and broken corpses were left in front of the gate.
Tan Meng strode over the bodies scattered on the ground, his trouser legs stained with blood and flesh. He stood in front of the metal door, a cigar in his mouth, his calloused fingers stroking the crack. He turned and shouted, "Old Wu! Get C4!"
An old miner, his face covered in dust and blood, came up crouching and took out a few pieces of explosives from his bulletproof vest. His movements were so skillful that it was frightening. His wrinkled fingers accurately calculated the blasting points, just as naturally as he arranged blasting operations in the mine on a daily basis.
These miners usually do blasting and excavation. They can be considered veterans among veterans. The amount of explosives they use can be said to be quite precise, and there is no need to worry about the danger of cave collapse.
The old man, while making arrangements for the surroundings, muttered about the dosage, inserted the explosives into the gun, turned to look at Tan Meng and said, "Brother Meng, make sure only the door is blown up and the hole is not collapsed."
"That's the accuracy we need!" Tan Meng grinned and exhaled a puff of white smoke. "Everyone, step back ten meters!"
Everyone retreated in an orderly manner, and some even dragged the wounded away.
Soon, the smell of ignited gunpowder filled the air. Amidst a deafening explosion, the heavy metal door was torn apart like a piece of paper, exploding flawlessly, with only some slight stone fragments falling with a rustling sound.
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