Yan Biao could not see the situation in front of him, but since Bie Liao had seen it through the scope and confirmed that the two terrorists had been killed, Yan Biao could rest assured and receive treatment. However, whether what Fang Zhao said was true or not, one would know once they saw the fatal wounds on the bodies of the two terrorists. The gun Fang Zhao had used was different from the one used by the outpost team. The wounds he had inflicted were also different, so it was easy to distinguish.
"You're not going to continue? There are still a few more monsters over there. "Yan Biao was puzzled when he saw Fang Zhao put away his gun.
"The others can handle it. Also, my gun is out of bullets, "Fang Zhao said. The situation was already under control, and the remaining threats were not that great. He would leave it to the outpost team to fight for military merits. There was no need for him to fight with others.
Yan Biao did not pursue the matter of how the gun had been successfully brought onto planet Baiji. Instead, he asked, "This type of old-fashioned gun has fewer bullets. How many bullets are there in total? You ran out of bullets so quickly. "
"When I brought them here, there were still 20 left." Fang Zhao didn't hide this. Yan Biao and the others looked down on guns from decades ago. If a gun from the Old Era had been placed here, they might have treated it as an antique, a sentimental object.
"You dare to come to the battlefield with only 20 bullets? Is it enough? "Bie Liao, who had just arrived, was shocked when he heard this.
For someone like Yan Biao who was used to using high-capacity magazines, it was completely unimaginable. "What can we do with so few bullets?" But when he thought about the terrorists Fang Zhao had killed and the monsters that were said to have been killed with a single shot, he swallowed the words he was about to say.
"That's why I brought a steel pipe." Fang Zhao waved the deformed steel pipe stained with brown blood beside him. Not every monster was shot to death. Some were beaten to death.
Yan Biao stared at Fang Zhao in silence for a few seconds, then handed the gun in his hand to Fang Zhao. "Hold it first. I don't have the strength to use it anymore."
Fang Zhao didn't take it. Instead, he looked at a certain spot in the sky. "It should be the people from the base."
Yan Biao was delighted, but when he looked over … he didn't see anything at all.
However, when he thought of Fang Zhao's "Diting ear" evaluation, he was 70 to 80% convinced. He shoved the gun into Fang Zhao's hands. "Even if someone from the base comes, you can hold onto this just in case."
As expected, a black dot soon appeared in the distance. Yan Biao switched the mode of his communicator, and a new signal was requested to connect to the sentry's communication network. They were sent by the base.
After reporting the situation here, Yan Biao looked at the communicator again. There were two missed calls. Kevin Lin's.
Yan Biao had set up a few lines on the communicator. Line 1 was for those at the rank of Squadron Leader and above, including the command room. Line 2 was for those at the rank of Squad Leader and above. Line 3 was for those at the rank of Commander and above to communicate with the command room and understand the real-time monitoring situation. Line 4 was for Kevin Lin and the others who were not members of the Outpost Team.
Previously, it had been connected to the outpost's internal communication line, which was in battlefield command mode. Furthermore, it had been in constant communication, and calls from other secondary lines had not been able to get through.
After Yan Biao dialed over, he heard Kevin Lin's anxious voice asking, "Fang Zhao has gone up! Did you see him? "
"Now you can see it, right next to me. He's fine, and the people from the base are here, but they still need time to investigate the danger. You guys stay there and don't come out. When it's confirmed that it's safe, someone will come to pick you up. "
Yan Biao's words were undoubtedly great news to the people in the basement. This proved that the crisis was over.
Yan Biao did not say much. Two soldiers came over and prepared to carry him for medical treatment. He did not need to continue holding on. The moment he relaxed, he felt dizzy and his consciousness was a little fuzzy.
Of the two terrorists who were killed, one of them had a bomb on him, and it was embedded in his body, making it difficult to remove. After the people sent by the base confirmed the identities of the two terrorists, they transported the body with the bomb to a further place to detonate it.
The distant explosion shook the ground, proving Yan Biao's judgment. If the terrorist had been allowed to enter the interior of the outpost, the consequences would have been even more dire.
With reinforcements, Bie Liao sat down beside Fang Zhao with his gun. He was really tired, but he could not hold back his curiosity. He asked Fang Zhao, "Did you really kill those two terrorists?"
Bie Liao had seen the wounds on the two terrorists. They had been killed with a single shot and had not been caused by the base's guns. Instead, they were very similar to the wounds on the bodies of the monsters Fang Zhao had shot. Because of this, Bie Liao found it inconceivable.
If it had been a veteran in his 70s or 80s, Bie Liao would have only been impressed, but Fang Zhao? How old was he?
Those two terrorists were experienced and had keen intuition. Bie Liao had been on guard for so long but had not succeeded. That was because every time he caught a glimpse of their silhouettes, they would evade as if they had sensed it. There was simply no way to lock onto them.
Bie Liao dared to confirm that even a few of the base's ace snipers might not be able to do this.
Timing, speed, decisiveness, mentality, external factors, and so on would all affect the final outcome. It was not that Bie Liao was finding excuses for himself, but the difficulty was really too great.
But today, what happened before his eyes taught Bie Liao a lesson.
Even if Bie Liao was unwilling to admit it, he had to accept reality. Fang Zhao had used less than a minute, a handheld gun that had been discontinued, and two bullets to kill a target that Bie Liao had been unable to take down for 20 minutes.
This skill was definitely special among special skills!
Listening to what Riode and the others had said, given Fang Zhao's skills, marksmanship, and mental fortitude, he would be an absolute ace in the military no matter where he went!
"If I had your ability, forget about everything, just half of it would have made it to the rank of colonel long ago. Why would I still be a second lieutenant now!" Bie Liao lamented to Fang Zhao. This young fella, why did he take things too hard and become a star!?
"How long have you been practicing shooting?" Bie Liao was especially curious about this.
Fang Zhao thought for a bit and replied, "A long time."
"Definitely not as long as me." From Bie Liao's point of view, he was older than Fang Zhao by more than 10 years and had come into contact with firearms from a young age. He had definitely touched a gun longer than Fang Zhao, but his skill was inferior, so Bie Liao accepted it.
"You have great talent." Bie Liao's eyes were filled with envy. Talent was not something that just anyone could have. It could not be obtained even if one begged for it. Some people could achieve more dazzling accomplishments in a shorter time than others.
Fang Zhao only smiled faintly when he heard this.
Talent?
His skills were the result of nearly a hundred years of hellish life and the continuous accumulation of injuries. No matter how good a skill was, it did not fall from the sky. How many times had his body and mind been tempered to reach the level he was at today?
In his previous life, the reason Fang Zhao had not been able to pull through was largely because of his accumulated injuries and the pressure of high-intensity combat. As the leader of a large war zone, there were many things that he could not avoid. When he died, his body had indeed reached its limit. Even if he had not been in that battle before his death, he might not have been able to endure until the Founding Era.
His rebirth had given Fang Zhao some new surprises, but ultimately, it was still the soul that had been forged from close to 100 years of living in the end of days.
In that era where every bullet had to be used and danger lurked on every side, where he had to be vigilant every day and night and where he could lose his life at any time, he had lived for close to 100 years.
That was not something Bie Liao could have imagined.
When Fang Zhao had faced those monsters, his body, which had fused with his soul, had had an instinctive reaction.
But Fang Zhao could not say any of this.
Seeing Fang Zhao remain silent, Bie Liao did not mind and continued, "The magazine capacity of that gun of yours is too small. However, speaking of which, guns from the Old Era have large bullets and very small magazines. I heard that some guns only have a magazine capacity of 10 rounds? I have no idea how those people from the Period of Destruction survived. If it were me, I would be in despair. "
Fang Zhao nodded. "Yeah, I wish I could break one into several pieces."
"Oh, right. I forgot that you are a god-level gamer in 'Battle of the Century.' I heard that 'Battle of the Century' uses settings from the Period of Destruction and restores things from that era. If I have the chance, I will try it out."
What god-level gamer? That was what entertainment reports had used to introduce Fang Zhao. When Bie Liao had first seen it, he had felt that it was an exaggeration. Now that he thought about it, even if it was exaggerated, it was not too ridiculous.
Bie Liao decided that the next time he had a chance, he would go online and search for Fang Zhao's exciting gaming videos.
"I heard that some troops have already been equipped with new gun models, like the beam gun, which does not require bullets and has greater firepower. There is also a stun mode and a heat mode. It sounds really cool. I wonder when we will be able to use it here." Bie Liao had a yearning look on his face.
"In the future, our equipment will get better and better," Fang Zhao said.
"That's for sure. If our planet Baiji was still planet Baiji, I could only dream, but now it is different. I can still look forward to it. If we were equipped with that kind of equipment, we would be able to beat those attackers into dregs! "
At this point, Bie Liao thanked Fang Zhao once again. "If you had not discovered the ore and all the outposts upgraded their systems and equipment, less than half of us would have survived this attack. There is no other way. Resources are limited, and there is a priority for development. Look, our planet Baiji is poor, our equipment is poor, and our ranking is behind. Isn't this why we are being targeted by terrorists? "
Bie Liao lamented for a while before asking Fang Zhao, "Oh right, are you interested in developing in the military?"
"Nope," Fang Zhao replied. "I am an artist."
He just wanted to properly enjoy this hard-won new lease of life.
The various outposts that had been attacked on planet Baiji had already been stabilized, and the base had dispatched reinforcements to the various outposts. The communications network had not been completely restored. Although it was still unable to support live broadcasts, the exchange of information had become much smoother.
However, people online did not know this.
The matter of planet Baiji being attacked by a terrorist organization had become the focal point of everyone's attention.
The military would not publicize any information, so if one wanted to know the latest developments on planet Baiji, they either had to look for relevant personnel or wait anxiously.
The vast majority of netizens were like this. They were so anxious that they could only vent their frustrations on various discussion forums until channel S5 posted a video.
It was a video that Kevin Lin had sent to the news agency's program team from planet Baiji. In the video, Kevin Lin was in a rather dimly lit room. His face was covered in blood, and he cut a sorry figure. This was the first time he had appeared in this manner since the start of the live broadcast. But at this moment, no one would mock him.
"Hello everyone, I am your old friend Kevin Lin. My work ID number is LKW7986..."
Kevin Lin's voice trembled and was somewhat heavy, as if he were leaving behind his last words.
Very quickly, the local online television stations on every continent started a live broadcast.
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