Steel steam and flame

It was a completely bulging blood vessel, now a bright purple color, and seemed to be alive, tightly bonded to the hound's skull. In an abnormal state, the content in the blood vessels does not seem to be coagulated blood, but some other substance.

The captain used a tactical knife to puncture a thick blood vessel, and a purple-red viscous substance dripped down bit by bit. There was no trace of blood in it.

"Are they parasitic microorganisms? They have multiplied in the body of hounds to such a huge scale." No. 3 sighed, "Hounds go crazy and attack their own people because of this thing."

"It's true. Microorganisms that are similar to bacteria and have extremely strong vitality can survive in the body of a modified hound, and use it as a breeding ground for reproduction, spreading to such a huge scale." The captain said, comparing it to those in the world. Common mold, this microorganism is surprising. He looked at Cassia, and their eyes met for a brief moment.

That obviously means that this kind of microorganism can be related to surgery. Its origin is probably not from a corner of the ordinary world, but is very likely to come from an extreme area.

"Bury it first, things may get troublesome." The captain's face was heavy. He stood up and glanced at the group of team members in the distance, and then looked at the sky above his head. The thick snow cloud moved slowly under the strong wind, but it was so large that it always shrouded the mountain range.

Several people quickly dug up the gravel on the ground and quickly dug a large hole. They threw the hound corpse and the blood-stained stones into it and buried it. The trainer wanted to pour in the body dissolving solution, but it was the hound that was following him. It was impossible without emotion. But he was stopped by the captain. "It's better to leave it to yourself. I'm not pessimistic. Things are in trouble."

The traces left by the burial were handed over to two tracking experts No. 3 and No. 16. Cassia and the captain then walked towards the group of team members. The trainer shrunk and followed.

"I want all the team members to check their physical condition. I am worried that the microorganisms will not only have great destructive power on hounds, but also us humans themselves will unknowingly become a breeding ground for them to reproduce." Cassia was a little worried. Worried, he said while walking side by side with the captain, "And they had long expected that we would use hounds to track them, so they made preparations at the location where the patrol died. It should be that the active carrier of this microorganism was placed Those corpses are dissolved in the liquid, waiting for the hound to smell it when extracting the smell, and finally enter the body of the hound through the nose. And the time calculation is roughly accurate. There are probably experts in this field among them who can Calculate the approximate time when the hounds went crazy. The enemy came prepared and attacked the patrol as if they had some purpose."

"For example, attracting teams like ours to get out of the defense range of the volcano base." The captain suddenly answered. He knew much more information than Cassia, and he also knew more about the enemy's situation. But after saying only one sentence, he closed his mouth. He also had no intention of continuing to reveal more information to Cassia.

Ten minutes later, two veterans with expertise in traces finished handling matters on the gravel field and ran over to return to the team.

Under the captain's order, the team quickly left this open gravel area. Advancing on the edge of the gravel belt, relying on the cover of weeds that were taller than half an adult, after two hours of non-stop marching, we finally left the gravel belt completely and came to a hillside. There are sparse ancient woods here.

The ground is a layer of withered soft dense lawn, there are not many huge old trees, and there is plenty of light.

Ordering a break here, the captain asked everyone to report their heart rate and breathing rate after their usual high-intensity training. Then there is cross-checking between the team members to see if the other party's current heart rate and breathing rate are consistent with the data they themselves said.

Death is an extremely frightening thing for most people, if that thing is irresistible not only to hounds, but also to humans. The captain was afraid that some of the dozen team members would lie.

But the results were a relief. They were all in line with normal data, and no one was abnormal.

"Everyone should take off their equipment now," the captain ordered. At the same time, he did as he said, "Take off all your clothes and check if there are any abnormalities on the surface of the body!"

The task was carried out without any complaints, except for Cassia, whose face turned a little red. A dozen grown men stripped naked in a sparse forest in winter, and then checked each other's bodies. He felt very unsuitable. Of course I don't feel cold. The others are all veterans in the volcano base. After several years of military life, these things are nothing. At least they didn't think as much as Cassia.

Mainly check the areas with dense blood vessels on the body to see if there are obvious plaques or other signs of congestion on the skin surface. As for the biological aspect, no one is involved here. But I was worried that I could only use this clumsy method.

The current situation is reassuring. There are no obvious strange marks on the strong bodies of all the members. That kind of thing seems to only be effective on hunting dogs.

After resting for about ten minutes, the team continued to move forward based on the findings of the two veterans who were tracking their specialties. The radio signal was still interfered with, just electronic noise, which had no effect. The signal soldiers kept debugging, but still could not receive any valid information.

The captain unfolded the map at this time, found the surrounding iconic scenery, and confirmed the team's current location. Then he took out the compass and thought about it for a moment before making a decision, "We need to join up with one or two other teams to pool our strength." There is no enemy yet, so follow Ruoyouruo. Moving forward without any trace always makes the captain feel uneasy.

Cassia had the same feeling. The team is in an uninhabited mountain range, between the enemy and the enemy. Unknowingly, it becomes a game between the hunter and the prey. And it’s not a fair game either. The microbes that drive the hounds crazy most likely come from extreme areas. There is no need to speculate on the possibility that the enemy team is all surgeons.

If you are tracking the enemy, is the enemy also tracking you based on the team's traces?

Without being able to contact other teams, information cannot be exchanged and summarized, and it is destined to be an unanswered question.

"Our twenty teams were advancing in a fan shape at the beginning, with a large range. And the signal interference has been going on for so long. The volcano base should be aware of it, right? How long will it take for there to be movement at the base?" During the march, Cassia came to the captain Next to the captain, the signal soldier was among them, he asked.