Chapter 960: Frontline Supervision

Gan Province, Lan City Front

Bang bang bang! !

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM——

When the rocket launcher exploded in the left front, the armored vehicle's armor plate was shaken to emit a fine buzzing sound.

Three grenades hit the corpses in the department store one after another. Broken glass mixed with severed limbs fell from the 20th floor, making muffled popping sounds on the street, as if someone was running on wet cotton wool.

"accelerate."

Gao Zhikai's voice came from the back seat of the armored vehicle, as steady as a steel plate pressing on a pile of corpses.

The armored vehicle rolled through the intersection under the escort of two transport vehicles, and its tracks rolled forward with half a meter of corpses.

Those limbs that had not yet completely stiffened were crushed into dark red meat paste by the track teeth, stuck in the gaps between the chain tracks, and then thrown into fan-shaped blood strips by the subsequent bumps, splashing on the fenders of the transport vehicles on both sides.

"Commander, ahead is the attack position of the 76rd Regiment of the 3th Mechanized Infantry Division." The noise of the communicator came from the cockpit:

"They were stuck between the department store and the subway station."

Hearing this, Gao Zhikai lifted the side window baffle and looked outside. The next second, a strong stench mixed with gunpowder smoke instantly filled in!

This smell is like the smell of a sick pig stuffed with stinky tofu in the hot summer with a temperature of over 40 degrees Celsius, then soaking the sick pig in a rural dry toilet, and covering it with three layers of winter quilts for a month, and then feeling the fully fermented smell!

However, Gao Zhikai, who had fought in many battles since the end of the world, had long been accustomed to this stench that ordinary people could not tolerate. The only reaction on his face was to squint his eyes, which was an instinctive reaction to the pungent smell.

As his eyes moved, he saw a large number of civilian trucks lined up in a long queue on the road, each of them looking like an organ just taken out of the stomach of a living creature.

Blood was dripping everywhere, and the body of the car was dripping with dark red, stinking blood with a gelatinous texture.

These trucks were heading in different directions. Those heading into Lan City were loaded with ammunition and food supplies, while those heading out of Lan City were loaded with corpses, so many that they formed pyramid-like hills in the truck beds.

But fortunately, no one checks overload in the end times...

The road these trucks travel on is paved with steel plates, earth bags, and wooden boards, and underneath these "road surfaces" is a "roadbed" made up of a large number of broken limbs and arms...

The elasticity of the corpses and the gaps between them make this "corpse roadbed" very elastic. A fully loaded truck driving on it is like pressing a steel plate on a pile of jelly, the kind of assorted fruit jelly with fillings.

This makes the truck more difficult to operate. Even the experienced drivers recruited from the survivors will sway from side to side while driving, as if they were drunk.

Every time the center of gravity of the car body tilts and shifts, you can hear the muffled sound of bones being crushed in the flesh, and then dark brown blood will flow out through the gaps in the steel plates, just like stepping on a hollow floor tile on a rainy day...

At a sharp turn, a corpse truck suddenly tilted, and three corpses rolled down the truck bed like an avalanche. The top corpse with half of its head missing hit the road and was crushed by the tires of the rear vehicle. Brain matter mixed with blood splashed more than half a meter high...

Seeing this, just as Gao Zhikai was about to look away, the truck diagonally in front of him suddenly sank into the pile of corpses outside the steel plate, and the right rear wheel was stuck in half of the torso.

The next second, the idling tires were like the grinding wheels of a grinding machine, stirring up blood and flesh in an instant. The rotten flesh was twisted into silk and flew up, and broken bones hit the armored vehicle like hail. There was even a palm with nails...

"Tsk."

At this moment, Gao Zhikai suddenly felt something. He raised his hand and wiped his cheek. The tips of his index and middle fingers were immediately covered with a layer of sticky and fishy black liquid - it was the blood mud that had just splashed in.

Seeing this, the Major Staff Officer Su Xunyun in the back seat felt nervous: "Commander, I'll go deal with that driver——"

"No need." Gao Zhikai interrupted him and rubbed his bloody fingers casually on the crotch of his pants, leaving two dark red marks.

"I was wondering what was missing to get to the front line, and it turns out it was this camouflage."

"Go to the front of the Third Regiment's position!"

Hearing this, Major Staff Officer Su Xunyun's Adam's apple moved, but he didn't say anything in the end, but at the same time he felt relieved.

...

The tracks continued to roll forward, crushing the half body that had just rolled down. Ten minutes later, when the car reached the wreckage of the overpass in the east of Lanzhou City, a deafening explosion suddenly came from outside the car.

A rocket flew past the building and blew the bus stop opposite into a tumbling fireball. Broken bones mixed with glass splattered on the armored plate, making crackling sounds.

However, just as Su Xunyun was about to warn of the danger, Gao Zhikai, commander of the 76th Corps, had already pushed the door open.

The moment Gao Zhikai pushed open the car door, the roar of a heavy machine gun immediately surged towards him like a tide!

The soldiers of the 76rd Regiment of the 3th Mechanized Infantry Division were firing wildly at several bloody infantry fighting vehicles. The bullet shells piled up into shiny hills on the pile of corpses, making a crunching sound when stepped on.

"Who told you to fight like this?" Gao Zhikai stepped his military boots into the chest of a tattered zombie. He stood straight with a look of disdain, not paying any attention to the guns on the scene or the surging and hideous tide of zombies more than ten meters away.

At this moment, the shooter of the heavy machine gun next to him trembled, and the bullet missed the target instantly. The next second, he was kicked hard by the squad leader next to him.

Gao Zhikai walked over and his boot sole ran over the magazine that the shooter had dropped on the ground.

Seeing this, the shooter realized that he had exposed himself in front of the big leader, his face turned pale instantly, his Adam's apple rolled and he couldn't speak.

He had his recruit certificate pinned to the bullet bag on his chest. The young man in the photo had clean features, but now they were covered in blood and looked disheveled.

"Give me the gun."

Facing this young soldier, Gao Zhikai spoke in a gentle tone, like a kind old soldier.

"You little brat, new recruits are bound to make mistakes, why did you hit him?"

Hearing this, the squad leader shrank his neck and was about to explain when he saw Gao Zhikai had already leaned down and got close to the heavy machine gun.

When the cold touch of the heavy machine gun touched his palm, he suddenly turned his head to look at the flank - the soldiers there were being forced to retreat by the tide of zombies, and the officers behind the bunkers were waving their pistols and roaring, but they could not stop the disintegrating troops.

But facing this scene, Gao Zhikai didn't even raise his eyelids.

At this moment, his movements were not like those of a senior commander at all, but rather like those of a grassroots veteran who had handled guns for decades. Every joint was calloused and familiar, and he was concentrating on operating the weapon in his hand without any distractions.

"Look carefully." Gao Zhikai lowered his body's center of gravity naturally, supported his elbows firmly on the support, and pulled the butt of the gun tight to press against his shoulder socket.

The recruit stared blankly at Gao Zhikai's skinny fingers, his eyes turning red with emotion.

Gao Zhikai was seen with his head naturally pressed against his cheek, with his sight, peep hole and front sight in a straight line. He held the handle tightly with both hands, with his thumb placed naturally and his index finger placed on the side of the trigger.

"You missed the shot just now because you mistook the recoil for the enemy pushing you." Gao Zhikai suddenly tilted his head, and his saliva splashed on the recruit's face, mixed with sand and dust, causing a burning sensation.

"You have to follow it - just like when you are being chased by zombies climbing a mountain, you have to follow the slope and not go against it."

"Relax your body and maintain moderate tension. Try to 'embrace' the recoil with your whole body instead of stiffening against it."

"After the basic operations, it's time to think about the tactics. On the battlefield, not only our commanders need to use their brains, but you soldiers too!"

"The difference between a loser and an elite is very small. It all depends on whether you use your brain or not for the same job. Especially as a heavy machine gunner, you need to have a global vision and think of yourself as half a company commander!"