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Chapter 551 The conquest continues

Just as the soldiers of Shelter No. 36 were resting on the spot.

A few scavengers riding camels appeared on the distant ridge.

Shen Bei could see their weather-beaten faces, dirty beards and white hair through the telescope.

Their cheeks were emaciated by lack of nutrition, their teeth were rotten, and their bodies were wrapped in layers of rags like bandages. Their eyes were dead, and they carried tattered bolt-action rifles. Only the occasional blink could prove that they were still alive and not the work of Dr. Batu.

Now, Shen Bei’s only worry is Dr. Batu’s fate.

After all, the Church of Almighty God sent out Bermuda.

In Shen Bei's expectation, this guy was not a "life form" that the leader of the Almighty God could mobilize.

I guess it was Dr. Batu who arranged this.

Now, the battle for the leader of Shelter No. 36 has ended.

But the battle for Shelter No. 8 has just begun, and I am really worried that Dr. Batu will intervene and disrupt the situation.

This guy has countless zombies. Even if he doesn't make subtle manipulations in the background, he can overwhelm everyone in Shelter No. 36 just by using the human wave tactics.

Fortunately, the humans in sight were not the living dead, nor were they scouts from Shelter No. 8. They looked more like scavengers who had come out of some unknown shelter and wandered here.

They came to pick up the shell casings and power armor wreckage left on the battlefield, and deftly peeled off the skins of the biochemical velociraptors.

These items were insignificant to the soldiers of Shelter 36, but they were a valuable asset to these scavengers. Bullet shells could be reloaded, the remains of power armor were of excellent quality and could be remelted to forge weapons, and the tough scales of the bio-raptor could be tanned and used to sew leather armor.

Shen Bei guessed that these scavenging old men were probably marginalized people in their own shelters, and perhaps they had ventured into the battlefield because of their difficult lives.

Only these brave scavengers, who are forced by life, dare to pick up garbage on the battlefield after the battle.

Some people in the team raised their rifles and wanted to shoot these dirty scavengers. Shen Bei stopped them and drove an armored off-road vehicle to the side of these elderly scavengers.

The elderly men didn't retreat in panic, but calmly dealt with the wreckage of a power armored vehicle. They removed the loose armor plates, tied them up with hemp rope, and strapped them to the camel's back. Only when Shen Bei drove closer did he drop the rifle from his back and raise his hands above his head.

"Don't panic, we just want to check."

As Shen Bei spoke, he took out a bottle of energy drink that had just been delivered by a helicopter and threw it into the hands of the leader of the group of scavengers.

The leader clumsily unscrewed the bottle cap, took a sip, and then laughed, carefully putting the energy drink into his bag. This leader was the oldest of the scavengers, his face covered with brown spots from the radiation dust, like rust.

His every move will determine the life or death of this scavenging team.

He spoke very fluently, but with a strange accent.

"Please check it, unknown brave warrior."

Two soldiers jumped out of the car and pinched their noses to check the scavengers' luggage. Their bags were stinking, and flies buzzed out as soon as they were opened. They were filled with all kinds of strange things: half a rat carcass, a ghoul's head, and the skin of a feral wolf.

"Where are you from?"

Seeing that he was reluctant to drink the beverage, Shen Bei gave him another cigarette.

"We came from Shelter 17 in the southwest. A fierce battle broke out there, making it a dangerous place. We didn't dare stay there any longer, so we came here to scavenge."

The leader picked up the cigarette, took a puff and blew out a smoke ring. They hadn't smoked for a long time. The ongoing battle made all supplies extremely scarce, let alone tobacco.

"We have seen many terrifying monsters that only appear in legends. Your iron birds are fighting against them."

Shen Bei narrowed his eyes. This time, it was not just his team that declared war on Shelter No. 8. Another team had been taken away by Blue Rose and others, and was tentatively involved from other directions.

Of course, Shen Bei didn’t know what Blue Rose had done, he just needed to distract the attention of Shelter No. 8.

At the same time, the intercom channel also reported that Rock was providing air support to the besieged commandos, but he did not expect that they had already engaged in battle with Shelter No. 8.

"Did you see anyone on the way here?"

The leaders of these scavengers were not members of Shelter No. 8, so they told everything they knew.

It had been a day since Shen Bei captured the back mountain. Shelter No. 8 should have sent reinforcements to retake the position. These scavengers were coming from the southwest and might be encountered.

"I saw it. Their line stretched for a good seven or eight hundred meters. Luckily, our camels smelled the scent of those bio-raptors, otherwise we would have been in trouble. We took a shortcut and managed to avoid them. Brave warriors, if I were you, I would have left this deadly place immediately."

The leader said in a warning tone.

"Oh? If those Shelter 8 soldiers only have Bio-Raptors and power armor, they won't be our match. We've already taken out too many Bio-Raptors."

Shen Bei also picked up a cigarette. In his previous life, he was not addicted to smoking, mainly because smoking would affect his body functions and come with the smell of cigarettes.

But in this apocalyptic world of refugees, his body has transcended the realm of ordinary flesh and blood with the blessing of the armor, so smoking doesn't matter.

But no one knows which shelter produced these cigarettes. The quality is extremely poor. There are often all kinds of things mixed in the tobacco leaves, and the cigarette paper is also recycled paper, which makes it very choking to smoke.

"A monster! A terrifying monster! I can't even describe its appearance in words. It must only appear in the most terrifying dreams. In fact, it should have discovered us, but it may have been because we were too dirty that we turned a blind eye. Even now, I am still thankful that we don't have the habit of taking a bath."

Shen Bei's face looked a little solemn. He didn't think the so-called monster was a monster at all. It was probably a person with a strange appearance, which was exaggerated by this leader.

Their capture of the back mountain had obviously hit Shelter No. 8's sore spot. Was this a big shot being sent over?

Without exposing their strength, infantry fighting vehicles are their most powerful weapon, but they are obviously unable to threaten the big hands.

"The conquest continues, and we certainly won't flee. But you need to be careful, because not all armies are as kind as we are."

The scavengers rode their camels and left, quickly disappearing from view. They clearly didn't want to stay here for too long, as the terrifying monster could arrive at any moment.

As the sun began to set, a helicopter would airdrop supplies for the soldiers, including common repair parts for power armor and infantry fighting vehicles, various types of ammunition for infantry fighting vehicles, fuel, and Hesco explosion-proof bags for building bunkers. These supplies were so heavy that even a heavy transport helicopter would need several trips to carry them all.

They had already set up the signal for the drop zone, a series of infrared strobe lights arranged in a huge pentagon, clearly visible in the pilot's field of vision.

Airdropping is a risky thing. The wind may blow the cargo off course, or the parachute may fail to open. If you are not careful, it may fall on the head of the unlucky person below.

The airdrop went very smoothly. All the cargo landed near the drop zone. There was no loss, damage, or injury.