Chapter 97: Going Mad

Everyone was used to life and death, so no one even glanced at the dead team member; they all calmly kept shooting.

Qiao Bingsen’s M134 was simply the scythe of the Grim Reaper; wherever it pointed, enemies fell in waves. He was very calm. Even when enemy bullets struck the sand dune and sent sand and stones flying, he still controlled the machine gun and swept fire across the area. The charging Indian soldiers could not get within sixty meters of him.

On a distant sand dune, two abandoned Indian soldiers squatted, surprisingly carrying an anti-tank missile on their shoulders.

With a “boom,” the anti-tank missile trailing its tail plunged into the sand dune, kicking up a large amount of sand and soil, almost throwing half of the dune into the air.

Qiao Bingsen hugged his M134 and rolled, tumbling down from the sand dune. His Radiation Suit was covered in the splattered sand and soil.

Zhou Liming swung his gun around and pulled the trigger without the slightest hesitation. In the next second, before this Indian soldier could even smile, his head exploded like a watermelon hit by a bullet. Countless scarlet fragments splattered, covering the soldier next to him from head to face. But before that soldier could react, a string of bullets swept past, blooming several red flowers on his chest. He let out a scream and fell straight down.

“Captain, are you alright?”

Several voices rang out. Qiao Bingsen said indifferently, “Don’t worry, this shit can’t kill me.” He crouched like a cat, then sprinted and threw himself into a sand pit. Moments later, the M134 was spitting fire again, mowing down a large group of people in front. In Qiao Bingsen’s direction, it was simply impossible for them to charge through.

However, in several other directions, the Indian soldiers charging recklessly still caused casualties; two members of the Snow Leopard Special Forces fell into pools of blood.

These crazy soldiers, after leaving behind hundreds of corpses, finally managed to faintly surround the area from several directions. What was more terrifying was that the artillery behind them, which had just fallen silent, began to roar again. Screaming shells smashed onto the sand dunes, and the splashing sand fell like rain onto the Radiation Suits.

Especially after the heavy firepower arrived from the rear, the machine guns they set up fired crazily at this stretch of sand dunes, forcing everyone to keep their heads down.

“Kahn, didn’t you confirm how many surviving soldiers there were back then?” Huang Dazhuang was an honest man, but he was not stupid. He could only shrink behind a stone. The sand dune he had just been by had already been sliced in half by a shell. If he could, Huang Dazhuang could have crushed all these people to death by himself. Possessing the Magic Ape Beast Gene, he was not someone ordinary guns could deal with. But he couldn’t. This was a Radiation Zone.

There were still too few of them here. Facing an attack by hundreds of people and the sweeping fire of over a dozen machine guns, they could all only shrink their bodies.

The Indian soldiers were not stupid; under the suppression of the artillery, they crouched and slowly approached. Their faces revealed a fanatical look, as if they had a desire to kill and devour everyone.

Kahn hesitated for a moment and said, “According to the layout of the previous Frontline, ahead should be the logistics supply warehouse area from that time. These should be the soldiers guarding the logistics warehouse. Some people did escape back then, but given the current situation, who would care about them?”

Indeed, with New Delhi about to fall into endless chaos, where would the Indian authorities find the time to care about how many soldiers survived here? Moreover, after being radiated, what awaited them was a life worse than death. The government had no ability to treat them at this time, so letting them rot was the best solution.

But who could have predicted the crustal movement that forced them to tread upon this land once more?

The Indian government was now in name only. The fall of the entire peninsula and the heavy losses meant they were unable to conduct reconnaissance on this area. This also led to the current team falling into such a passive situation. To solve the predicament before them, someone had to make a sacrifice.

Thinking of his country, where up to seventy percent of the personnel had died, Kahn’s face became twisted. These soldiers surrounding them were, like him once, soldiers belonging to the country!

On the edge of the sand dune, over a dozen Indian soldiers rushed out, howling and shooting at the place where everyone was hiding. They shouted a slogan, though Zhou Liming had no idea what they were saying. But the bullets they swept across were so close to him that Zhou Liming tried to shrink his body even more.

Qiao Bingsen picked up his machine gun and fired wildly. In moments, the dozen or so Indian soldiers were killed on the sandy ground.

But it was useless. In other places, Indian soldiers surged out as well. Their crazy appearance made Zhou Liming think of a kind of monster—zombies. Yes, like zombies in movies. They were the same as always, knowing nothing of death, dressed in rags. Some soldiers with severe radiation had muscles on their faces starting to deform, looking incredibly hideous.

With a “clang,” Qiao Bingsen threw the M134 onto the ground. Without bullets, it was just a pile of scrap metal.

It seemed he had made a decision. Qiao Bingsen ignored the Indian soldiers appearing all around and stood up, standing there coldly.

Zhou Liming realized something and shouted, “Captain, don’t!”

Qiao Bingsen smiled faintly and said, “Someone has to stand up. If not you, then me. Or should I order you to stand up? Since someone must sacrifice, it naturally starts with me. Don’t worry, this bit of radiation won’t kill me. Maybe I’m lucky, and we people with Fierce Beast Genes can immune to radiation?”

In the current situation, if Qiao Bingsen did not stand up, hundreds of Indian soldiers would rush in. With guns firing wildly, who could guarantee they wouldn’t be hit, leaving a bullet hole in their Radiation Suit?

Qiao Bingsen grabbed the Radiation Suit at his chest and pulled hard. With a “hiss,” the sturdy material of the Radiation Suit was easily torn off by him, and he threw the tattered clothes onto the ground. Even the military uniform underneath was torn and stripped off, revealing his muscular upper body.

The charging Indian soldiers saw such an obvious target and immediately let out screaming shouts, opening fire without hesitation.

“You scum, come on!”

Qiao Bingsen suddenly roared. He pushed off the ground and shot out like a cannonball. The place he had just stepped on, under the immense force, looked as if it had been bombarded by heavy artillery; a sand pit appeared from the pressure. Borrowing that force, he was already running fast, dragging a strip of sand as he charged toward those Indian soldiers.

Bullets poured onto Qiao Bingsen’s body, but his dark muscles contracted sharply, forcibly bouncing the bullets away.

“All of you, die!” With a leap, Qiao Bingsen transformed into a Fierce Beast Warrior over two meters tall in leopard form. His skin was covered with the white lightning markings of the Lightning Leopard Beast, and his bulging muscles made him look incredibly perfect. His hands had turned into claws, flashing with a cold light in the sun.

Like a gust of wind blowing past, these charging Indian soldiers didn’t even understand what happened before they felt a chill at their necks, and then blood spurted out.

More soldiers were directly cut in half by the sharp claws. His terrifying instant burst speed made Qiao Bingsen almost impossible to see clearly. Qiao Bingsen, who had been holding in a bellyful of anger, completely fell into a mad state. He let out crazy laughter and, amidst the laughter, weaved through the panicked soldiers, easily taking their lives.

Of the dozens of soldiers who charged, only a solitary one remained standing there in a daze after just a moment, at a loss for what to do.

On the ground lay incomplete corpses; not a single one was intact.

Qiao Bingsen stood in front of this dazed soldier and smiled cruelly. He raised his claws, and a drop of blood flowed down the tip, dripping onto the sand below. “Didn’t you want to kill me just now? What, you don’t dare shoot now?”

“Ah!!!”

The stimulated soldier raised his gun and fired crazily at Qiao Bingsen. Bullets poured out, hitting Qiao Bingsen’s chest.

“Hehe!” Qiao Bingsen stepped forward, raised his claws, and swept them across without a shred of pity, slicing the soldier’s entire head off. Then, before the head could even fall, he lifted his foot and kicked the whole corpse tens of meters away, smashing it into the group of charging Indian soldiers.

Then Qiao Bingsen turned into a gust of wind, like a fierce tiger jumping into a flock of sheep. In his madness, people kept screaming and falling down.

Countless limbs were thrown into the air. Many people didn’t know what was happening; they only felt their companions falling one after another, and then it was their turn. Their only sensation was a figure flashing before their eyes, followed by pain, and then they lost consciousness, falling into endless darkness.

“Die, die…”

Qiao Bingsen, having fallen into a mad state, became even more furious as he thought about being radiated. He almost didn’t pause. Everywhere he passed was littered with brutally chopped-up fragments of corpses. In just a short moment, half of the hundreds of Indian soldiers had fallen by his hand.

While sprinting, he suddenly raised his hand, clenched his fist in the empty air, and made a fierce throwing motion.

The air was torn apart. Under Qiao Bingsen’s Form Skill, the air was instantly compressed and driven forward, forming an air blade. Like a large knife slashing through, dozens of soldiers in front were cut in two at the waist, falling amidst screams. Some soldiers who didn’t die immediately cried out, struggling to crawl, dragging their spilled internal organs across the sand.

Many people turned their heads away, unable to bear watching this cruel scene.

Only Kahn sighed, looking somewhat lost as he gazed at the soldier corpses covering the sand, then painfully closed his eyes.