kvmb Chapter 126: All-out Warfare (1)
Chapter 126: All-out Warfare (1)
After informing Kate of the latest intelligence, Kate quickly planned a new action.
Van Fleet was taken away by Ghost and Soap. Zhang Qiang asked Soap and Ghost to record the secret routes leading to the cult's strongholds in preparation for the mission of the legendary special forces.
It would take Soap and Ghost more than a day to lurk in the city of Newnan which is full of zombies, so 24 hours is considered too short.
Zhang Qiang and Scorpion continued to stay in the temporary safe house while waiting for the arrival of reinforcements. Kate only sent a platoon of troops to Zhang Qiang.
It was still very difficult for 30 or 40 people to capture a cult stronghold with armed helicopters and machine guns. But Van Fleet claimed that there were not many combat personnel in the stronghold, and most of them were civilian laborers who did not have weapons.
Taking into account the strength of both sides, Zhang Qiang and Scorpion are two extraordinary legendary special forces soldiers, whose mobility and lethality are enough to defeat dozens of regular soldiers.
Even if the cult has the help of drug dealers and soldiers, the only threat to the two is heavy machine guns and armed helicopters.
Kate's battle plan has not been finalized yet. The specific allocation of combatants will not be decided until Ghost and Soap obtain more detailed intelligence from the cult's stronghold.
Zhang Qiang asked the soldier who was driving the car to take Liu Tingbao to Macon City. Liu Tingbao was now disabled and not suitable for fighting. In addition, he had the ability to transform into a corpse, so it was a good opportunity for Sarah, who was still in Macon City, to do some research on him.
Of course, Zhang Qiang would still guarantee Liu Tingbao's treatment. A man's words are as good as his words. Zhang Qiang would definitely do what he promised to bring Liu Tingbao back to the other side of the ocean, because Zhang Qiang was also interested in the other side of the coast.
Troops from the town of Collins were still being dispatched to the city of Newnan. Now all they had to do was wait for Soap and Ghost to determine the sewer route leading to the cult's stronghold, and Kate would take care of the rest.
After a day and a night, Ghost and Soap confirmed the secret passages of the three strongholds and brought the exhausted Van Fleet back to the mansion.
Kate received new intelligence and ordered Ghost and Soap to rest for a day. The legendary special forces would lead the soldiers to officially start the battle at noon the next day.
The night before the attack on the cult's stronghold, a platoon of soldiers had arrived at the mansion and stationed there, some of them carrying launchers and grenade snipers.
Zhang Qiang deployed a drone to confirm that there were no enemies within two kilometers, then asked the cooks to set up a pot and cook, and ate and drank with his soldiers.
With a bowl of corn soup and a piece of warm corn tortilla in his mouth, Zhang Qiang sat on the sofa in the living room, glancing at the tactical terminal next to him from time to time.
No suspicious humanoid heat sources appeared on the screen and the surrounding area remained safe.
"Zizizi... Zhang, Kate told me that you will go to the battle tomorrow, why don't you tell the others? At least my brother can bring people to help you."
Moore's voice suddenly came from the intercom on Zhang Qiang's chest.
Zhang Qiang chewed the corn tortilla into pieces, drank a mouthful of boiling broth to rinse his mouth, and then answered the intercom:
"This is beyond the scope of your involvement. Daryl just needs to be responsible for the security of the area. Moore, just retire and stay here. You are not fit to fight now."
"Fuck...you have the final say. But I have something else to tell you. Rick has been going out alone a lot lately, and I think something is wrong with him."
Moore said.
"You and other senior executives can handle it. Let's leave it that way for now." Zhang Qiang cut off the communication.
As for what Rick was doing outside, Zhang Qiang had no curiosity at the moment. Right now, all his energy was focused on fighting the cult...
At the Oak Slaughterhouse in the north of Newnan, the production line for dismembering cattle and pigs is still in operation in a small factory building of nearly 1,000 square meters.
Inside the factory building, which was filled with the smell of blood, the cement floor was covered with reddish-brown stains. These were the blood and fat fragments that had popped out from the production line. Because no one cleaned them up, they were trampled on the ground and gradually formed this appearance.
Workers in work clothes were smoking cigarettes while fiddling with the pieces of meat on the production line and putting them messily into the baskets.
"What are those Mexicans doing?"
An obese worker asked his coworker.
"They found a few survivors outside. There seemed to be women. They were probably having a party."
The worker showed a look of disgust on his face.
These Mexicans who cooperate with the church are not good people. They often conflict with the believers and adults, and take away a small half of the meat processed by the slaughterhouse every week.
If Bishop Marshall had not issued a strict order not to take action against the Mexicans, some believers would probably have killed these "allies" first.
In the eyes of believers, the church is sacred. They shoulder the responsibility of revitalizing human civilization. The church will select people with firm faith and give them extraordinary powers.
But in the eyes of Mexican people, the so-called church believers are all a bunch of fools with confused minds.
In the middle of the parking lot of the slaughterhouse, a Chinook heavy transport helicopter had its tail cabin wide open, and the sounds of men's lewd laughter and women's cries could be heard from the cabin.
"Fuck, flying a helicopter of the United States and fucking their women is so cool...!"
"Do you like my chicken burrito ma'am?"
As soldiers supporting the cult from the drug cartel, these men wearing bulletproof armor also wore very advanced combat uniforms, which made it convenient for them to draw their weapons and fight at the moment.
On the rooftop of the factory, two believers wearing black masks were staring coldly at the disgusting scene below.
The United States is now in name only, but the obscene language used by the Mexican soldiers still aroused their anger.
"These lost sheep...need fire to cleanse their sinful souls."
A believer picked up the wine cup at his waist, pulled off his mask and took a sip unhappily.
"Wait... who is that? Why haven't I seen him before? He's going into a Chinook!"
Another believer pointed at the figure that suddenly appeared in the parking lot and muttered to himself in confusion.
A man in full body armor, holding two small swords, slowly walked into the Chinook. The other party was wearing very professional military equipment, which made the believers suspect that he was also a Mexican.
"Fuck, you guys are really stupid. If you haven't seen him before, he must be an enemy! Why don't you go down and kill him?!"
A strange voice came from behind the believers. The two turned around and saw an Asian man with a silenced pistol in his left hand and a dagger in his right hand staring at them coldly.
"Fake!!"
A believer screamed in surprise, and Wang Zhiqiang, who had been prepared for a long time, swung his right hand suddenly, and a cold light flashed, cutting the other person's throat.
Another believer was shocked and angry, and pointed his gun at Wang Zhiqiang.
chug!!
Without waiting for the believer to pull the trigger, Wang Zhiqiang raised his gun casually without even looking back, and shot the other person in the forehead with two shots, exploding his head.
"You...die..."
The believer was covering the wound on his neck, with blood gushing out of the aorta between his fingers. Even though he was so injured, the believer was still able to move and suddenly threw himself towards Wang Zhiqiang.
If it were an ordinary soldier, facing a white believer weighing nearly 200 kilograms, this attack would definitely cause him to fall into an ugly struggle.
Unfortunately, the believers were facing Wang Zhiqiang, who had practiced martial arts since childhood and joined the army as an adult to improve his combat skills, and this guy had a gun in his hand.
Wang Zhiqiang pointed the tip of the knife at the injured believer, and it looked as if the believer had hit the dagger with his abdomen.
The muscles in the forearm holding the dagger were knotted, and the knife instantly pierced into the believer's abdominal cavity, cutting through a layer of flesh and getting stuck under the believer's thoracic vertebrae.
The impact of the believer's body was still extremely rapid. Wang Zhiqiang could not help but take a step back, but his body soon fell backwards naturally. His two thighs curled up to protect his abdomen. When he touched the believer's body, he kicked hard, pushing the believer's body away from himself, providing the best angle for the fatal shot.
chug!!!
Two pistol bullets shot into the believer's left eye almost at the same time, and blood spurted out of the eye socket as the lens exploded.
Wang Zhiqiang continued to exert force with his lower limbs, pushing the believer's body to the side with his feet. Then he stood up with a somersault and shook off the dust on his body.
This wave of close combat was still very dangerous, especially since Wang Zhiqiang knew that these believers wearing black masks were not ordinary people. However, the anger that had been suppressed for so long could only be vented by cutting open the enemy's body with a knife with his own hands.
"Qingfeng, there are only two..."
Wang Zhiqiang let out a long sigh and stood on the rooftop looking at the Chinook transport plane in the parking lot. The windows of the transport plane had been stained red with blood. It was estimated that Principal Zhang was also enjoying the killing inside.
Drug dealer soldiers? Cult soldiers? I don't know if it's because the level of militarization is too low, or because of the low population environment after the disaster, they can't even arrange the sentries.
The main combat force of the Oak Slaughterhouse had been almost wiped out. Wang Zhiqiang stood on the rooftop and gestured to the scouts in the distant building, telling the soldiers to come in and clean up the mess. The purpose of this war was to leave no one behind.