The cold wind raged on the street, ravaging the decaying walls and broken windows. The snow that descended like a natural disaster was like a thick fog that shrouded the entire city in an oppressive gray.
This was Wu City.
In previous years, it would never be this cold, but this year was a bit special.
On the street, there were only two or three zombies left. Because their muscles and corpse oil were frozen, they stood like ice sculptures. It was hard to imagine that they, who had been frozen to this state, could still hunt living humans in the spring.
In the face of zombies like this, generally no one would care. The X1 bacteria on the back of the neck could not accumulate energy through photosynthesis. Even if the zombies' skulls were cut open, they wouldn't get a single crystal. Only the hungry mutated rats would bite these living dead. Their stomachs didn't need to worry about indigestion.
The entire street, except for dead silence, was dead silence …
Leaning against the observation hole of the sentry tower, Hu Cheng tightened his grip on the rifle. Through the bulletproof glass of the observation hole, he looked at the empty ice surface. The howling wind and snow made him wonder if there was any meaning to his work.
With such heavy snow, would the people from the Northern Alliance Area really come?
The sentry tower was built on the roof next to the bell tower not far from the river. The outside was made of camouflage wood, and it looked like a dilapidated shack from afar. Behind the wood was a real concrete bunker that could block the heat source and life signals in the bunker, and it could also withstand the direct fire of tank shells.
Hiding in such a bunker, unless someone walked in, it was basically impossible to discover that it was a sentry tower.
Facing the unchanging scenery, Hu Cheng yawned and put the rifle by the window.
Just then, in the howling snow, a dark figure gradually walked into the street.
Hu Cheng reflexively raised the muzzle, but he quickly put it down again. Instead, he happily took two steps forward and lowered the ladder for the person who was walking toward him, allowing him to climb up.
The door opened with a screech. The thick winter suit was covered in ice shards, and the middle-aged man's face was red from the cold. He put the insulated lunch box in his hand on the table, removed the hat that was almost stuck to his head, and cursed.
"… Damn it, don't point that thing at me next time. If it goes off by accident, you'll just have to wait for those brainless zombies to send you food. "
"Hehe, aren't I just doing my job?" Hu Cheng couldn't wait to open the lid of the lunch box. Looking at the steaming red braised pork and white rice, he couldn't help but feel hungry. He didn't even have time to take off his gloves before he grabbed the chopsticks and started to eat.
Do you really think those barbarians from the northwest have nothing better to do and come here to cause trouble? " Deng Wenjie put the ammo bag on the ground and glanced at his comrade. He pulled over a chair and sat down. He took out a bottle of alcohol from his pocket and carefully took a sip.
"Hehe, those barbarians wouldn't come here if they could fill their stomachs …" Hu Cheng's eyes were instantly glued to the wine bottle in his comrade's hand when he smelled the aroma of the wine. He rubbed his hands together and chuckled. "This, Old Deng, look …"
"No way," Deng Wenjie waved his hand and stuffed the bottle back into his pocket. "Why the f * ck are you drinking while standing guard."
"Psh, aren't you also on duty?"
"It's a job requirement." Deng Wenjie glared and protected the bottle in his pocket. "How about we change positions? You go outside for a bit? "
"Fu * k!"
Hu Cheng pointed his middle finger at the cocky guy and cursed in his mind. He was too shameless, but he finally gave up on the idea of drinking.
Hu Cheng quickly finished the lunch in front of him. He raised his sleeve and wiped his greasy mouth. He stood up from the stool and picked up the rifle leaning against the table.
Standing next to the observation hole, Deng Wenjie frowned and looked in the direction of the ice.
"What are you looking at? Aren't you going to send supplies to the next outpost?" Hu Cheng walked next to his comrade while burping and patted him on the shoulder.
"What's on the ice?" Deng Wenjie pointed to the Han River not far away and frowned.
"Ice?" Hu Cheng paused for a moment, took out a pair of binoculars from his pocket, stuck it to the windshield, and looked out.
What he saw scared him so much that he pressed Deng Wenjie's head down from the window.
"Fu * k, what are you —"
Deng Wenjie was about to curse when his head was pressed down, but he was greeted by his comrade's eyes that widened in shock.
"It's the Northern Alliance Area's sleigh! Those barbarians … they, they're really here! "
…
On the ice, dozens of sleighs galloped, and in just a few seconds, they rushed through the cordon drawn by NAC in Wu City.
The front of the vehicle was equipped with a heavy machine gun. Soldiers in polar camouflage drove the sleighs in groups of two and formed the vanguard to explore the road. Behind them were groups of snow transporters. These light armors were modified with wide load-bearing wheels at the bottom. They could move freely like the wind on the more than one-meter-thick ice.
Just as they were driving straight in, a fire suddenly burst out from a building on the shore.
The cylindrical projectile left a trail of shattered snowflakes in the air and suddenly blasted on the ice nearly one meter thick.
"BOOM!"
The ice shattered without any suspense, and cobweb-like cracks instantly spread out. The huge hole directly swallowed the sleigh that could no longer stop. However, the sudden attack of NAC did not make these vanguard forces panic at all. They spread out in an orderly manner, still maintaining the momentum of charging forward, and directly broke through the range of the electromagnetic pulse cannons.
The transport fleet that followed the sleigh formation immediately slowed down and turned to the streets on both sides of the Han River. At the same time, soldiers in polar camouflage jumped out of the carriages and ran to the street with rifles. Judging from their rapid movements, this Snow Ground Force that reacted quickly was also equipped with enhanced weapons such as kinetic skeletons.
However, the NAC people were not to be trifled with. Just as they dispersed, a series of screeches covered the roar of the blizzard. The dense barrage covered the ice surface, and snow dust and ice shards suddenly covered the river surface. The impact of the explosion almost tore apart the layer of ice more than one meter thick!
The dense barrage obviously caught the people of the Northern Alliance Area off guard. Before the people who escaped the bombardment could catch their breath, the whistling sound of the air breaking came again.
This time the point of impact was the streets on both sides of the Han River, and the targets were the transport vehicles and soldiers that jumped ashore from the river.
On the roof of the building not far away, Wang Zhaowu held a telescope and overlooked the battle five kilometers away. His brows were slightly furrowed.
Although the battle was one-sided, it was surprising that in this first contact, the NAC with artillery cover didn't gain the upper hand.
The second echelon of soldiers deployed on the river used explosives to break the ice and stop the sleigh formation. The two sides engaged in a fierce exchange of fire under the bridge, and the tracer bullets almost weaved a net in the air.
In half an hour, the vanguard force was completely destroyed, and the soldiers of the Northern Alliance Area began to retreat.
Wang Zhaowu ordered to stop the pursuit and consolidate the line of defense. The battle was over.
He put down the telescope, but his mood was not relaxed.
The size of this force was only 500 people. Except for the dozens of sleighs, there were no heavy vehicles at all. According to the intelligence from the rear, his opponent this time was the First Legion of the Northern Alliance Area, with a scale of more than 10,000 people and countless armored units.
The first contact ended with the victory of NAC, but the real war had just begun.
He had a hunch that this was destined to be a tough battle.
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