At this moment, the demolition expert in the team calculated some formulas and reported, "Captain Paken, if we throw fragmentation grenades at these three locations—a, b, and c—there's a high probability of diverting these Beasts to the lower level, which will greatly relieve pressure on the frontline fire team."
"Execute immediately." Paken was also sweating cold at the fiercely charging Splitters. These bizarre creatures, once they got close, their numbers were enough to instantly put them to death.
Several soldiers with extensive demolition experience discussed for a while, preparing to throw fragmentation grenades.
"We need to perform two waves of operations."
"The first wave is to blow up those ghostly things."
"The second wave must follow up immediately."
"Otherwise, the destructive power of the fragmentation grenades won't have an effect on the building."
"Strive for success in one go."
The frontline fire team members then perked up, fighting for a more advantageous position for these demolition experts. This was their hope for escaping with their lives.
As for rescue?
They couldn't even save themselves! Who the hell would want to save others?
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Boom! Poof! Boom!
After the first attempt, two weak points in the building were successfully blown open, but because the Splitters were too dense, the most crucial weak point was not blown open.
However, because the demolition experts underestimated the weight of the Splitters, a larger section of the floor collapsed than originally estimated, causing more than twenty frontline fire team members to fall, becoming food for the diverted Splitters.
The collapse, several meters long, meant the Splitters could only fall to the lower level, and most of the fire team members who fell below were caught by the Splitters before they could even get up.
"No… Ah… Help me…"
"Captain Paken, save us, damn it."
"These damn monsters, you eat my leg, I'll let you eat bullets."
"Go, Captain Paken, don't mind us, we're finished."
Screams, wails, pleas, madness.
The reactions of these soldiers varied.
But Splitters could not feel pity; they wouldn't care how their food struggled, nor would they care about themselves. Their mission was to eat all enemies, then split and split again, without any distractions. This rational obsession made them seem extremely insane.
Paken's heart was bleeding. Which Delta Force soldier wasn't cultivated with blood and sweat? Now, with over twenty casualties, and all of them brave fire team members, including their weapons and equipment, the loss had already exceeded forty million.
"Let's retreat, Captain. Those monsters are coming from other corridors. If we don't leave now, there won't be time." The scout with the radar detector next to him shouted loudly.
Captain Paken turned his head and said in a deep voice, "Throw all fragmentation grenades down to take more monsters as burial companions for our fallen brothers. Go."
"Throw all the fragmentation grenades you have."
"Retreat… All retreat."
"Leave a few people to cover the rear."
"Don't bother with those light machine guns, they're out of ammo. Escaping is the priority."
"We didn't rescue anyone, and we lost so many brothers. We'll still be punished when we go back."
Nearly a hundred fragmentation grenades were thrown onto the lower floor, continuously exploding and causing heavy losses to the Splitters, but this was only on the surface.
Because the Splitters that caught up from behind could eat those fragments and reuse the essence within them, using miniature proto-forms to grow more Splitters. This was the abnormal characteristic of the Splitters.
Although they could not advance, through this ability to reuse corpses, they could consume a large number of enemy troops who had extremely high demands for logistical supplies.
Captain Paken called the apache transport helicopter on the radio to pick them up. "Calling Cobra A3, calling Cobra A3, we are abandoning the mission and preparing to return. Requesting support."
"Cobra A3 received, Cobra A3 received, proceeding to landing zone." The reply came from the radio.
The surviving Delta Force quickly returned to the rooftop of the building.
However, on the rooftop of the teaching building, Lin Fan was waiting for them, and Lin Fan was holding a barrett anti-material sniper rifle.
Bang!
A 12.5mm armor-piercing round was fired.
The apache transport helicopter, which was coming to pick them up, was hit in the fuel tank!!
Boom!!!
The sky darkened, and after a huge explosion, with thick smoke billowing, the apache transport helicopter, now just wreckage, crashed onto the school grounds.
At the same time, Splitters had already reached the top floor through other paths, and the fire team members covering the rear kept urging retreat. But Lin Fan, who had blown up the transport helicopter with one shot, was in front, forming a pincer attack.
Captain Paken shouted sternly, "Who are you?"
Dozens of desert eagles pointed at Lin Fan.
Since the light machine guns had run out of ammunition, they were discarded before the retreat. Now, the Delta Force only had desert eagles available.
Lin Fan spread his arms, his black robe burning like flames. He raised his head, and the ferocious Zergling mask on it sent chills down one's spine. "Dominator."
"Dominator?" Paken asked again, "Are those monsters under your control?"
Lin Fan did not answer Paken's words again, but instead sprinted into the team, a Claws popping out from his sleeve.
Seeing this, Paken quickly roared, "Fire!"
The desert eagle, using 9mm pistol rounds, has a range of 50 meters and is a powerful hot weapon among similar types of handguns.
At close range, it can cause unpredictable damage.