Chapter 566 - New Dawn

The soldiers of the S.C.T. advanced with determination in their war against the Red Army, annihilating any trace of survivors in their path. Every enemy base, shelter, and camp was meticulously searched and ruthlessly destroyed.

The assault team moved with precision, strategically deploying their resources to ensure the elimination of any signs of life from those who had caused so much suffering. The orders were clear: leave no witnesses, show no mercy.

The soldiers pressed forward, their faces hidden behind masks, and their weapons in an attacking position. There was no room for compassion on this battlefield. The objective was to secure victory and protect their people, no matter the cost.

Every corner was searched, every hiding place explored. There was no safe haven for the remnants of the Red Army. Each one of them became a target, an objective that needed to be eliminated to ensure the safety of all.

Explosions reverberated in the air as the soldiers used their entire arsenal to sweep away any resistance. The ground shook, and smoke darkened the horizon as the enemy camps vanished in flames and debris.

The determination in the soldiers' eyes was evident. They had witnessed firsthand the suffering caused by the Red Army and were determined to put an end to it once and for all. There was no room for hesitation in this relentless war.

Step by step, they advanced in their mission, knowing that each eliminated enemy brought them closer to peace and security. Each razed base, each trace of life eradicated, was a victory in itself.

The war was merciless, but the S.C.T. would not stop until the enemy was completely defeated. They pressed on, relentless, without looking back. The hope for a better future fueled their determination, and they were willing to pay the necessary price to achieve it.

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South zone of Washington DC.

A group of Apache helicopters swiftly approached the area infested with walkers, requesting authorization to carry out a mass elimination operation. The authorization was granted, and the helicopters began their deadly dance in the sky.

The rotors of the Apaches spun rapidly, filling the air with a thunderous roar. Skilled pilots maneuvered their machines with precision and expertise, while the helicopters' machine guns and missiles unleashed devastating firepower upon the horde of walkers.

Projectiles were fired with fury, tearing through the ranks of walkers below. Explosions filled the air, scattering dismembered parts of the undead and sowing chaos among the enemy lines.

The ferocity of the Apache helicopter attack was overwhelming. Bursts of bullets and impacts of missiles followed relentlessly, decimating tens of thousands of walkers within minutes. Mutilated and twisted bodies piled up, forming grotesque mountains of decomposing flesh.

The air was filled with the acrid smell of death and decay, mingled with the deafening sound of the propellers and explosions. The scene was surreal, a frenzy of destruction amidst a sea of corpses.

The Apache helicopters moved with lethal efficiency, coordinated in their mission to annihilate the horde of walkers. The pilots did not hesitate, they showed no mercy. Their task was clear: eliminate the undead and protect humanity from their threat.

With each burst of fire, with each explosive impact, the horde dwindled in number. The walkers fell cascading, dismembered and destroyed by the firepower of the helicopters. The scene was a feast of destruction, a brutal yet necessary spectacle.

After a fierce aerial battle, the Apache helicopters completed their mission. The horde of walkers had been decimated, reduced to a pile of lifeless and scattered bodies. The roar of the rotors faded away, leaving only the silence of victory and the echo of devastation.

The Apache helicopter pilots returned to base, satisfied with the outcome of their intervention. Their bravery and skill had made it possible to eliminate a massive threat and protect those who still fought to survive in a world ravaged by the walking dead.

The scene left behind was a grim reminder of the relentless reality they faced. However, the elimination of that enormous horde of walkers meant a respite, an opportunity to get closer to the desired world with each passing moment.

...

One week after its implantation, Airon had surprisingly adapted well to his new robotic arm. Technological advancements and the dedication of the doctors and specialists involved in his rehabilitation allowed for quick and effective adaptability.

In a training session supervised by the doctors, Airon demonstrated exceptional control over his robotic arm. His movements were precise and fluid, displaying impressive coordination. He lifted weights with ease, performed complex movements with skill, and showed complete mastery of the neural communication system.

The doctors watched in awe as Airon completed each assigned task. As he progressed in training, there was a noticeable improvement in his performance. Any initial small errors were quickly corrected thanks to constant feedback and adjustments made by the medical team.

The robotic arm responded to Airon's commands instantly and accurately. The integrated sensors allowed the arm to adapt to the necessary force and pressure for each task, providing an almost natural sensation. Airon was beginning to master control of his new limb, turning it into an extension of himself.

The training session was a resounding success, and the doctors praised Airon's progress. His adaptability and ability to learn quickly were evident, and everyone was impressed by his dedication and determination.

Airon felt motivated by the achievements he had made. Though he had lost a part of himself, he refused to let that limit him. His new robotic arm was a powerful tool that strengthened his resolve and ability to face the challenges ahead.

With each training session, Airon grew closer to perfection in using his robotic arm. He was determined to make the most of this new opportunity, proving that his determination and iron will were stronger than any adversity.

"Your movements are precise and fluid. It seems that the neural communication system is responding excellently. You have exceeded our expectations in such a short time," the doctor remarked with a tired smile.

"Perhaps it's the pressure of the past few days, but at least now I don't feel so strange anymore." Murmured Airon with a cold expression.