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Chapter 213 213. The only chance in this life

"This is Chernobyl 80 years ago"

Even Ramses couldn't help but be shocked when he saw such a scene of monstrous monsters swarming towards him.

Since the abnormal war that ignited the world many years ago, few people today can witness such tragic scenes.

Compared with the weird, creepy, and horrifying abnormalities that we come into contact with every day, these endless monsters at this moment are exactly the first impression that the so-called abnormality brings to people, that is, fear.

The living corpses all over the mountains and plains are like a huge monster, which can even cover up the dusk. Those crawling monsters are like indescribable fog, covering everything and swallowing everything.

Just witnessing such a scene directly is enough to make ordinary people who have not experienced training collapse their minds and fall into madness. Even A-level investigators like Ramses and Marianne, when facing such a huge number of monsters, I also feel deeply powerless.

"This is a losing war."

Marian said seriously, and this is a fact that does not require any data support or any rehearsal, and can be easily known before the war begins.

Ramses didn't have that much feeling. He saw several monsters in the shadow of a building not far away, jumping over the soldiers who were struggling to support them, and rushing towards them. He immediately raised his hand, as if it were a real monster. A wall appeared in front of the monsters. There were words written on the wall that no one could decipher. The monsters bumped into it and their heads were badly bruised.

Immediately, he clenched his fist, and from other directions, the illusory wall appeared and closed, and the monster wrapped in it was immediately crushed into pulp.

"Amazing!"

Qiao Mu couldn't help but sigh, this ability is not much more fashionable than his ability to summon coffins.

Moreover, these walls and the like looked like ancient relics at first glance. They might even be legendary cultural relics with historical bonuses. Qiao Mu felt that he had a different style of painting than himself.

"So, this is the starting point of [Hell Gate]."

Du Ruo looked around and coupled with Chekov's words, he quickly understood the situation.

"Lao Du, where are the boss and the others?"

Qiao Mu came forward. He didn't see Zhou Mingke and didn't know what happened.

"Could it be that the boss has died?"

He suddenly felt a little regretful that he could not eat at Zhou Mingke's table.

"They are acting separately from us and may be in different time and space."

Du Ruo briefly explained Qiao Mu's experience after his disappearance.

Du Ruo was very surprised to see Qiao Mu here, but at the same time, he felt it was somewhat reasonable.

After all, Qiao Mu could see that movie theater and see "her", so there was no need to question the fact that he could go deep into Chernobyl eighty years ago.

"Then it should be fine. When the bomb explodes, all time and space will be connected."

Qiao Mu nodded, feeling sorry for not being able to eat at Zhou Mingke and Su Hong's table.

"bomb."

Du Ruo still didn't know what was going on here with Qiao Mu.

Qiao Mu briefly explained a few more sentences.

"So, we have to wait until all the surrounding monsters gather here before detonating the bomb?"

Du Ruo roughly understood what Qiao Mu said, but he still didn't understand why he didn't just detonate it.

"Because it takes a huge amount of pollution to trigger a chain reaction."

As someone who had experienced all this, Chekov explained in a low voice.

"Just like the improper handling of Chernobyl will produce a chain reaction that drags people all over the world into the abyss, this bomb uses a similar theory. By dragging some monsters into the abyss, they pull each other in a short period of time. Drag, thereby pulling all the monsters into the deep layer, so above the critical number, the more the number, the better.”

There was a shrill wail in the distance, whether it was from a soldier or a monster.

Marianne glanced over there.

"Then, we just need to help these soldiers hold on to this place, right?"

"right."

Chekov nodded, his voice slightly choked with sobs. Every soldier passing by was once his acquaintance, a comrade who fought alongside him, and a comrade who had shared life and death together.

However, they are still young, just like when they first met.

Chekov is already old and dying.

Feelings like a lifetime ago enveloped his heart, but Chekov knew that now was not the time to be sentimental. He looked at Qiao Mu and asked him to take him to the command place to meet Captain Lermontov.

Qiao Mu nodded in agreement and led the people who had just passed through the door to the command rooftop.

Although this place has not been affected by the war, it is still tense.

Captain Lermontov compared the information obtained from the map and communications, constantly adjusting the configuration of the defense line, when to retreat, when to support, when to hold on to the end, and he issued every order.

Without his order, even if he was surrounded by living corpses and his comrades were all killed or injured, he would not be able to take a step back.

If Lermontov issued an order to defend, it would mean that he personally ordered these comrades who had been together day and night to die.

On a normal day, Lermontov would undoubtedly be under great psychological pressure when issuing such an order. Even in disaster relief in ordinary urban life, it would not be that easy to make a decision.

But on the battlefield, decisions are only made in an instant. The death of a few people is death to the commander. The death of hundreds of people is already a number to the commander. If it is a higher level, division commander, corps commander , then the deaths of tens of thousands of people are just changes in numbers.

This is war.

Cruel battles will make people less human. No matter they were once kind doctors, kind teachers, kind fathers, or filial sons, they are just soldiers on the battlefield.

Seeing Qiao Mu returning with the stranger, Lermontov temporarily handed over the command to the political commissar and looked at Qiao Mu.

"These are your companions?"

When Lermontov saw the old man standing behind Qiao Mu, he felt a little familiar, like a Siberian.

When Chekov saw his old company commander, he was stunned for a moment.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't.

Chekhov understood that what was standing here was just the projection of his former comrades, a phantom made up of pollution simulating their consciousness. In essence, it was just like the ghost bride created by Qiao Mu's [Ghost].

"Captain Lermontov, I have a way to speed up the chain reaction and detonate the bomb as soon as possible."

Therefore, Chekov said that as one of the few people who knew the truth about the Chernobyl area for so many years, he had simulated countless times in his mind whether there was a way to save his comrades back then. Regardless of theory or actual combat, he tried all method.

At this moment, Chekov knew that this was his only chance in this life.