Armor-Piercing Munition: Face Me, Carbon-Based Monster! Chapter 578 - 296: Bloody Dawn

Wanzhou City’s morning is filled with the scent of blood.

But this ti, the bloodshed wasn’t mingled with much smoke.

Just as Yu Qian said, not many people died.

The corpses on the ground amounted to rely several dozen.

Most of them lay neatly on the ground, their hands still bound with ropes.

They might have tried to struggle, but all resistance seed futile before the seasoned and heavily ard Volunteer Company warriors.

Staring at the blood flowing on the ground, Yu Qian fell into prolonged silence.

Just monts ago, he had personally participated in the execution.

At this mont, the barrel of the 191 rifle still carried so residual heat, and as he reached out to touch it, that warmth seed to bring a hint of solace to this cold morning.

He silently removed the magazine and took out loose bullets from the ammo pouch at his waist, reloading them one by one.

A slight clicking sound echoed, reminiscent of the ticking of a countdown.

The ti was 7:50 AM.

A thousand miles away, the offensive against Jinling City should have already comnced, right?

Would the stench of blood there be even stronger than here?

The people there, the Church Protection Army... would their resistance be even more resolute?

Yu Qian neither knew nor wanted to know.

He reattached the magazine, pulled the bolt back, and locked the safety according to his habit.

During previous training, the regintal commander had said that unless in ergencies, firearms should not be chambered, and one should not rely on the safety feature for protection.

Because it could cause springs to wear out quickly, leading to jams in fierce battles that might bring more deadly dangers.

----But he felt the commander wasn’t entirely right.

Spring aging and jamming are rare events, yet on the wasteland, ubiquitous dangers are probable events.

Rather than worrying about rare events, it’s better to maximize one’s safety in the "short term."

He had once shared his thoughts with the commander, and the latter’s response was simple.

"Follow your own habits, after all, you are a company captain now, so discretionary power is granted."

Discretionary power.

This term had always been quite unfamiliar to Yu Qian, but it seed that the commander consistently upheld such "freedom."

Limited freedom, and the power to make decisions autonomously within the rules.

Just like the order they issued last night.

Not far away, warriors carrying corpses wore masks and gloves; their movents were quite rough.

Yu Qian couldn’t help but furrow his brow and shouted:

"Be gentle!"

"If the blood splashes on you, there might be germs!"

"Understood, company captain!"

The soldiers looked up and responded, Yu Qian shook his head and turned to leave.

Behind him, the Volunteer Company warriors, now in formation, were performing their essential daily morning exercise, although due to their current combat missions, the drill was simpler.

It was rely an 800-ter jog while maintaining formation.

Compared to their training at Base 011, compared to their training in Mountain City, such exercise intensity was almost trivial, rely a form of "wake-up protocol."

"One, two, three, four!"

"One two three four!"

The resounding slogans echoed in Wanzhou City, seemingly dispersing so of the suffocating gloom enveloping the city.

Yu Qian walked straight past the formation, heading towards the ss squad preparing breakfast.

The aroma of food drifted from large pots, Yu Qian asked the ss soldier:

"What’s for today?"

"Report to the company captain, it’s rice porridge with wild boar jerky! Added so green vegetable leaves!"

"Following the regint commander’s requirent to maintain daily vitamin intake!"

"But we have very few greens, so added so wild herbs!"

"Okay."

Yu Qian nodded.

"Serve a bowl."

He took out a canteen from his backpack and placed it on the large table before the pot, the ss soldier dexterously served the at porridge, but Yu Qian didn’t sit down to eat.

He covered the canteen and walked towards the wounded camp.

On his way, countless hungry eyes locked onto him.

His gaze swept over them, and those eyes shrank back timidly.

Only one child crawling on the ground, slowly and persistently moved towards him.

The child reached out, trying to grasp the canteen filled with at porridge.

Yu Qian looked down at him, then squatted, placing the canteen on the ground.

Opening the lid, the fragrance instantly dispersed.

The child devoured the hot at porridge, and in his carelessness, flipped the porridge onto the ground.

So he began to kneel and lick the ground.

Yu Qian’s eyes showed a hint of pity, but he still made no move.

He only silently picked up the canteen, turned it over, shook it twice, and discarded the remaining residue.

Then, he turned and walked away.

Footsteps sounded behind him, and the owners of the prying eyes rushed forward, scrambling for the at porridge on the ground.

Yu Qian returned to the ss squad, placed the canteen down, and said:

"Another bowl."

This ti, when he returned, those prying figures gathered around him.

They no longer hid but also didn’t approach.

Yu Qian similarly didn’t "hand over" the at porridge in his hand.

He walked forward resolutely.

To the side, the temporary command post had already relocated from around the chanical God Church.

The warriors used a precious barrel of gasoline, along with ample damp firewood, to ignite the church.

Thick smoke billowed upward, and soon the flas soared.

The church filled with filth and sin was swallowed by the fire, and a gear-like emblem fell from above with a loud "bang."

The ti was 8:10 AM.

The assault on Jinling City should have concluded.

Was the chanical Holy Temple there also burned down?

No.

Considering the commanders’ characters, such a good building would certainly not go to waste.

Perhaps it would be remodeled into a "community activity center" or sothing similar.

Just as they did in Han Shui City.

Yu Qian stared at the burning church for a while, losing himself in thought, spilling so at porridge.

The heat woke him up, so he continued walking forward.

The wounded camp was right ahead.

Yet the moaning inside had reduced significantly.

Many had died through the night.

And those who survived had their suffering greatly alleviated.

Yu Qian lifted the curtain at the entrance of the wounded camp.

Two dics were amputating a wounded soldier’s leg.

Their movents were, of course, not skilled, perhaps even considered... random.

But they had no other options.

They could only listen to Fu Xi’s guidance over the radio while attempting to slice away the soldier’s shattered calf bit by bit with not-so-sharp daggers, after being hit by a large-caliber musket bullet.

The wounded soldier lay motionless on the bed.

This was the result of excessive anesthesia.

Will he survive?

Who knows.

But without removing the leg, he definitely wouldn’t survive.

Yu Qian approached a bunk made of stones and planks, and set down the at porridge.

"Eat."

He then said:

"Jinling City is gone ---- No, the chanical God Sect in Jinling City is gone."

"I’ve bought you half an hour’s ti."

"Now, it’s ti to make a decision."

Across from him, Guo Xu looked grave.

After a long silence, he spoke:

"If I say I still want to see more..."

"Would your commanders grant this chance?"