It was still mid-autumn, but there was a hint of winter chill in the air.
Badaling checkpoint. More than 30 years ago, it was a tourist attraction. Today, more than 30 years later, it had been transformed into a military outpost. With this ancient city wall as the boundary, to the north was the wasteland, the world of mutants, and to the south was the ruins, the world of survivors.
In general, the survivors of Shangjing were much luckier than Wanghai. Although there were also dilapidated buildings, many solid landmark buildings survived. These well-preserved buildings became the base of the survivors after the war, providing them with a shelter for survival.
In addition, as the political center of Pan-Asia Cooperation, the war reserves here were ten times that of Wanghai. The war reserves here were not only food, clothes, and medical supplies, but also raw materials and energy such as steel, rare earth, oil, helium-3, and even well-preserved industrial machine tools.
The industrial machine tools here were different from the hand-built machine tools in the Sixth Street and the DIY by engineers using 3D printers. The former was the crystallization of technology, and the latter was just the wisdom of the working people.
It was evident how much of an advantage the survivors of Shangjing had in the early stage.
Before the establishment of NAC, there were about a hundred large and small settlements in Wanghai. On the side of Shangjing, the number of settlements was more than a thousand, and there were hundreds of large survivor forces similar to the Sixth Street and Liuding Town.
There was never a unified place. The survivors used their own way to formulate the rules here, such as determining the Third Ring Road as a safe zone, prohibiting murder, robbery, and theft. Violators would be wanted by all survivor settlements.
Another example was the outpost located in the Badaling scenic area. In order to prevent extreme mutant creatures with a crystal index of more than 300 from migrating from the north, the survivors of Shangjing jointly contributed to the modification of the city wall in Badaling. They built turrets and machine gun bunkers, and each settlement took turns to send people to guard it.
Even in the harshest winter, this iron law had never changed.
"It's September."
"Yes."
On the turret, two soldiers stood at both ends, leaned against the wall, and stared blankly at the gray wasteland in the distance.
They had automatic rifles on their waists and clips tied to their bodies. Judging from their clothes, they should be from different survivor settlements.
"Speaking of which … what's the date?"
"Fifteen."
The one with the blue scarf didn't seem to like to talk much. Only when the person next to him spoke would he speak a few concise sentences. Most of the time, he just stood there, motionless, staring at the horizon in a daze.
Or rather, he was dozing off …
"Only fifteen days have passed? Damn it. " The bearded man smacked his lips and spat down the stairs. He grinned and said, "Do you believe that in another two months, when I spit down there, it will freeze into hail before it hits the ground?"
"…"
The corner of the man's mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything.
Time passed quickly as they chatted.
The sky gradually darkened, and a thin layer of mist covered the horizon in the distance. Blown by the north wind, the fog twisted its enchanting curves and gradually crawled across the wasteland. It climbed up the turrets and climbed over the reinforced concrete walls …
"It's foggy." The bearded man raised his head and looked at the fog that was gradually condensing in the air. He muttered to himself, "I'm afraid the weather is going to change."
The fog gradually deepened and formed a solid wall on the distant horizon.
Suddenly, a black silhouette gradually appeared in the thick fog.
The man with the scarf noticed the abnormality in the fog. He frowned slightly, took off the binoculars from his chest, and looked in the direction of the black shadow.
"Do you see anything?" The bearded man also noticed something, but when he reached for his chest, he didn't find the binoculars. Then he remembered that he left his binoculars in the barracks.
"… The fog is too thick, I can't see clearly." The man with the scarf put his eyes on the binoculars and casually replied. He reached out and pressed the intercom hanging on his shoulder. He turned his head and whispered, "There's a situation outside."
"Roger that."
Four or five soldiers carrying rifles came out of the barracks yawning and walked in the direction of the bunker. At the same time, a drone flew out from the barracks and slowly flew to the wasteland outside the city wall.
The man with the scarf threw the binoculars to the bearded man, who was craning his neck to look. He squatted down and took out a thigh thick shell from the wooden box. He picked up a rag and wiped the dust on it, then he walked to the battalion artillery that had already deployed its frame.
"Come help when you've seen enough."
"Fu * k, the big guy is already out. Is it overreacting?" The bearded man smacked his lips and took one last look with the binoculars. Just as he was about to put down the binoculars to help, he vaguely saw a bright red badge behind the thick fog.
A scythe?
A … hammer?!
The binoculars fell to the ground. Horror crawled from his calves to his pupils. His lips trembled for a while before he squeezed out two words from his clenched teeth.
"The … fu * k?"
The earth trembled, and the steel roared.
A torrent of steel rolled across the endless wasteland. The continuous roar swept across the city wall, swept across the turret, and swept across the entire continent …
It wasn't fog!
It was the dust stirred up by the tracks!
When they saw the black shadow, everyone in the military outpost had a change in expression. The stones in the corner jumped restlessly. Even from thousands of meters away, they could clearly feel the tremor of the earth.
"CCC … P?" Their teeth chattered, and the soldiers squatting in the bunker, while stuffing the cartridge into the machine gun, cursed in horror. "CCCP tanks? No, impossible, didn't the regime before the war get the hell out? "
"Push the infantry cannons up there! Quick! "
"Idiot! Use AP bombs! That one with red paint! "
Noticing the movement outside the city wall, the entire military outpost began to move like a pot of boiling water. The soldiers rushed to the battle position with automatic rifles, and the battalion artillery on the turret was pushed out. These fortifications were originally prepared for mutants. No one ever thought that one day they would be used to fight against polar bears driving tanks.
A loudspeaker extended from the turret.
"People in front, listen up! I don't care what you're here for, stop immediately! "
The armored torrent continued to move forward without any response.
The commander repeated in Russian.
The response to them was still silence and the roar of the tracks rolling over the ground.
The commander slammed the loudspeaker on the ground, took off the walkie-talkie, and a trace of tragedy flashed across his face.
"Fire!"
Boom!
Five cannons responded to his roar.
The infantry artillery shells left the chamber and drew five orange-orange trajectories in the air. However, in front of the roaring armored torrent, they were insignificant like toothpicks.
Guang —
The shells scraped the front armor of the tank and plunged into the mud, only leaving a shallow dent on the steel plate.
Looking at the armored group outside the turret, a look of despair appeared on the stubbled man's face, and the movements of his hands had stopped.
The infantry artillery, which was invincible against mutants, was useless at this moment. It didn't even make the roaring steel monsters pause for a second.
The five cannons on the wall seemed to ignite some kind of signal.
Above the charging armored torrent, rows of ice-cold cannons slowly rose, swaying in the direction of the turret.
Without the slightest warning, the pitch-black muzzle suddenly flashed with a flash of fire.
The stubbled man was thrown into the air by the blast of the explosion. He used his last glimpse to see the concrete wall collapsing backward …
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