Zoe was so busy in the laboratory that she didn't know that all of Belster's students had already left for the battlefield a week ago.
During the training that day, a broadcast suddenly sounded in the base, ordering all the trainees to assemble in the hall. This was the first time that all the trainees had gathered for an important meeting since arriving at the new base. The trainees all had a hunch that what they were going to say in the hall must be related to the mutation, and they would eventually have to go to the battlefield, even though they knew they would have to face zombies from hell. But this was their duty. The trainees were honored, but they were also facing death at all times. Even though they knew that the outcome of rushing into the battlefield would be death, they would hold their guns tightly and walk towards the end of death with their heads held high.
When Suwan and Angela arrived at the hall, it was already half full. The two found a seat and sat down. Soon other students came in and filled the seats. The students who arrived late stood in the aisle and the back row, all looking at the stage nervously.
Sitting in the front row were the instructors of the Belster cadets. There was not a single soldier in the hall, because this had nothing to do with the soldiers and was no longer something the soldiers could interfere with.
When Instructor Will stood up, the students who were talking in the hall fell silent and waited for him to speak. Instructor Will walked up to the stage with a heavy face, stood in front of the microphone and looked at the students. He had a thick notebook in his hand. Instructor Will did not have any opening remarks. He looked at the students in front of him with a sad face, lowered his head to open the thick notebook, and then read out the names.
These are the students' names.
The students whose names were called stood up to answer, but there was always a name that no one answered. It was the student who died in Belster. Unconsciously, all the students stood up and listened quietly. Except for the voice of Instructor Will, the hall was silent. The mood of grief and sorrow spread in the hall. As more and more names were not answered, everyone's face was sad. I don't know who sobbed softly in the corner. These names were all living lives. They had their own wonderful lives, but now only a name is left.
Since they have to go to the battlefield, the students will inevitably die.
The number of living people who can answer the questions in that thick book will become fewer and fewer, and eventually it will become a list of dead students.
After reading everyone's names, Instructor Will closed the notebook, expressionless and with a sad tone, he said: "My students, I have to tell you some unfortunate news. What happened at Bellster Academy is not over yet."
No one spoke, and they all looked at him nervously. The news was originally blocked, and the trainees lived a normal life in the new base. They didn't know what was happening outside, and because their lives were the same as before, they almost had the illusion that nothing had changed.
Instructor Will took a deep breath and continued, "I know everyone hopes for peace. In a peaceful era, you will become real officers with honor and status, but now I have to disappoint you. All of this you want will not happen, because this world is about to become hell. You are soldiers, and even if you go to hell, you must hold your heads high, hold your guns, and drag the devil to hell with you. I know you are not ready, but there is no time to prepare for you now. I now ask you to go to hell and save those who are still struggling to survive."
Everyone understood what Instructor Will meant. He wanted everyone to go to the towns surrounded by zombies to rescue people.
Thinking about facing the situation that happened in college again, no one was not nervous and no one was not afraid.
Instructor Will stood up straight and pressed his fists on the badge on his chest.
All the trainees in combat uniforms, like Instructor Will, clenched their fists and pressed them on the badge on their chests with a snake and a tiger entangled, which symbolized the identity of the Belster trainees. Their expressions were serious and solemn. On their badges, there was a tiger with a bloody mouth and a poisonous snake with sharp fangs, symbolizing the nature of the trainees.
"Everyone, please remember our school motto. Although our academy has been bombed, you are still here. As long as you are here, Belster will live forever," said Instructor Will.
What is the motto of Bellster College?
Just one sentence.
"We are snakes, stalking in the dark night. We are tigers, never giving in!"
Each student clenched his fist and pressed the armband on his chest, with a solemn expression, and shouted this sentence loudly.
Even if they are heading to hell, they will hold their guns and hold their heads high.
Because they are students of Belster.
Students of Belster, never compromise!
This war is inevitable, this is no longer a battlefield for the students.
It is a war for all mankind.
At the base's airport, twenty planes and a group of military off-road trucks heading to the open training ground were waiting for the trainees.
The wind brought by the propeller of the plane made it almost impossible to open one's eyes. The trainees stood in line at the airport and prepared to board the plane in group order. The groups were assigned according to everyone's record list at the last time of Belster. Suwan and Angela signed their names together, so of course they were assigned to a group. The tasks of each group were similar. Suwan's group was heading to the marginal cities for search and rescue. Because those marginal cities were close to the battlefield, the cities were attacked by zombies on the battlefield. Search and rescue in these cities also faced unpredictable dangers. Suwan couldn't help but look back when he was getting on the plane. However, there was no one else at the airport except the soldiers, trainees and instructors.
As planes at the airport flew into the sky one after another, military trucks carrying trainees from the training ground drove out of the base and headed to various parts of the world. The instructors and soldiers saluted them and watched them leave.
The place where Suwan's group was going was a place called Cole City. A few days ago, this place had sent out a distress signal. No one was known whether there were any living people now. What their group had to do was to search and rescue the living people. No one spoke on the plane. Some were organizing their equipment, and some were closing their eyes to rest and replenish their energy. Angela took out a piece of compressed biscuit from her luggage bag and ate it. The compressed biscuit was not very tasty, so Angela ate it while cursing Charlotte in her heart, imagining the compressed biscuit as Charlotte's bones and flesh. The taste was bearable.
Suwan leaned against the window and looked at the lush trees below. It seemed that from this primeval forest, nothing had happened and everything was still thriving.
Then Suwan saw a dazzling red light in front of him rushing towards the plane at a high speed.
It's a cannonball.
"We are under attack, everyone parachute quickly!" The shell came too suddenly and the pilot was not prepared. Although he hurriedly pulled the joystick to try to dodge, he was still hit on one side of the wing by the shell. The plane immediately began to shake. The pilot shouted to everyone, and then tried to turn the plane around and fly back away from the shell's range and lower the plane's flying altitude to make it safer for the trainees to parachute.
How could there be artillery shells attacking the rescue plane? It was really strange. This was very much like the style of al-Qaeda. Speaking of which, Cole City was originally a marginal city close to the battlefield. Now it seemed that Cole City had indeed been occupied by al-Qaeda.
Mike cursed angrily: "Why are these al-Qaeda elements still so rampant at this time!"
These al-Qaeda elements are like greedy vipers, never satisfied and constantly expanding.
The plane was shaking more and more violently and was about to fall. Without hesitation, everyone opened the cabin door and jumped down with their equipment on their backs. Angela followed Suwan, looked forward to the ground, and patted Suwan on the shoulder: "Be careful."
"You too," Suwan turned around and said to her. After the person in front of him jumped off, he slung his gun over his shoulder, jumped off the plane, and opened his parachute in mid-air and floated down. The plane roared and fell into the forest a few hundred meters ahead. Then there was a huge crash and explosion from that direction, and bursts of smoke rose.
The parachute was hung on a tree branch. Suwan, who was also hung a few meters above the ground, pulled out the parachute knife from her waist and cut the ropes on her body. Then she jumped to the ground. She first half-bent her waist defensively, holding the parachute knife and listened to see if there was any movement. Then she pulled the parachute down, rolled it into a ball and stuffed it into the grass to hide it. Just as she finished this series of actions, she heard the voices of other members coming from the wireless headphones she was wearing.
"Charlie, land safely."
"Colem, land safely."
"Angela, land safely."
"Paul, land safely."
"Wales, land safely."
"Suwan, landed safely," Suwan reported in a low voice into the microphone.
"Parker, landed safely, pilot Parker, do you know who I am..." A chattering voice that didn't know the rules interrupted.
The answer he got was a unanimous "Shut up" from the others.
Mike was the leader of the rescue team. Hearing that everyone, including the pilot Parker, had landed safely, he breathed a sigh of relief and spoke into the microphone attached to the radio headset: "Mike, it's safe, everyone stay safe, and head to Cole City to meet up."
"receive."
Soon everyone responded.
Suwan held the machine gun on his shoulder with one hand and held the paratrooper knife with the other hand, running towards Cole City.
Probably because this was a forest, it was desolate and not populated, so she had been running in the forest for twenty minutes without seeing a single zombie or living person. Suwan breathed a sigh of relief, quickly climbed up a tall tree, sat on a branch, looked down vigilantly, and took out a piece of compressed biscuit from her pocket to eat to temporarily restore her strength.
Although the members jumped off the plane at about the same time, this primeval forest was too large and everyone was not close to each other. However, the goal was to go to Cole City. As long as they went to Cole City, they could meet up on the road. As long as they didn't encounter too many zombies before meeting at the edge of Cole City, it wouldn't be too dangerous. The terrifying thing about zombies was their number. Once the number was too large, even the students couldn't resist.
Although the primeval forest is safe, when you reach the edge of Cole City, you will not only have to face zombies, but also fight against al-Qaeda members, so you must replenish your physical strength first.
I don't know how the survivors in Cole City are doing. These al-Qaeda members are cruel. If they don't join them, they will be killed. If they have already been killed, then the rescue team's trip will be in vain. If they have joined al-Qaeda members, then the rescue team will be asking for trouble.
But no matter what, they had to search thoroughly to find out the situation. The plane had crashed, and it would take at least a few days for a new rescue plane to arrive. Besides, no one knew whether they would be rescued.
Suwan sat on the tree with one hand on the gun and looked around, and ate a piece of compressed biscuit to replenish his energy. Angela was right, the biscuit was indeed very unpalatable, with no taste, just like chewing leaf bark. However, in such an emergency, compressed biscuits were the most convenient to carry with him.
After finishing a piece of compressed biscuit, Suwan patted the crumbs on his hands, then reached back and pulled out a small aluminum box from the side of the combat bag he was carrying, poured out two vitamin tablets from it and swallowed them, which was considered a meal.
Suwan took out a map from his combat bag and looked at the military multi-function watch on his left hand to roughly determine his position. Suwan bit off the pen with his teeth and drew a red circle on the map to represent his position. He drew a red line near the city of Cole, which roughly represented the launch location of the artillery shell, which was the location range of the al-Qaeda members.