Outside the Zhongzhou Aerospace ecological experimental base, pine trees covered with snow have been paved from the edge of the base wall to the abandoned town under the gentle slope.
The highest building here is only three floors. Most of the rooms on the first floor with garage and swimming pool are occupied. Occasionally, you can see one or two maverick houses, which are probably owned by the researchers of the nearby research base.
However, no matter who it used to belong to, it has been completely abandoned now.
Frozen vines climbed into the house from the front yard. Shrubs grew in the dusty garage. The roots of vegetation broke through the concrete road and courtyard wall. Lush trees filled the abandoned corners and even drilled out of the roofs of some wooden houses.
Occasionally, a creaking sound can be heard downstairs. Either the eater knocked something down with it, or the mouse
Half collapsed double stacked villa roof.
Crawling in the snow, I took a deep breath, and my index finger gently dialed the knob on the sniper mirror.
In the pine forest on the gentle slope, the treetops just missed the outermost roof of the research base.
With his right eye on the sniper mirror, he could barely see the figure near the checkpoint through the gap between the tree branches and the snow.
The Marauders are right ahead.
Less than 500 meters from him.
The raider's patrol had searched the town once before, but it didn't search very carefully, so it didn't find the two people hiding on the roof.
"Can you see people?" said crawling beside the chimney, holding the square length of a single telescope and narrowing his left eye.
"I can see it, but it's a little difficult."
"At ten o'clock, do you see the machine gun at the window on the third floor?"
"I can see his sandbag and tripod... His head is blocked by the branch of a tree, but it shouldn't be a big problem to go through."
"Well, he'll be yours later. Remember, wait until he fires first and shoot an inch above the flame."
"I know."
His right eye moved away from the sniper mirror and took time to look at the VM left on the back slope of the roof at night.
When the brightness is turned to the lowest, only a little light can be seen in the opposite direction, and there is no need to worry about the exposure position.
Very easy to use.
After calculating the distance through the map, he stretched out his index finger, clicked on the screen and cut to the taskbar.
[distance to battle start time: 31min21s.]
[task: arrive at the sniper point (completed), reward: War score + 10]
[task: Mark high threat targets on VM map (in progress).]
[mission: the team that covers the East attack after the war starts (not started).]
[violation conditions: all battlefield scores will be deducted and 14 days of ban will be imposed if the fire is exposed before the order is obtained.]
[violation conditions: 50 battlefield points will be deducted for refusing to execute the order once, 100 points will be deducted for warning twice, and the third time...]
There are a lot of tasks.
Night ten calculated silently in his heart. If all branches can be completed, he can get a total of 270 silver coins and 430 contributions.
Fortunately, if you drop a few more barrels and machine gunners, you may get 400 silver.
Isn't this more exciting than plug-in V and old six call?
If you can strengthen the shooting sound effect of hitting the target, it will be more perfect.
For example, shake your grip when you hit the target.
"... hold on, old man."
"When you save enough money, let's change your God clothes!"
Not far away, a group of players in light hunting clothes are moving towards the experimental base along the ruins at the edge of the town.
The mud on the bayonet hides the cold awn on the snow, but it can't hide the murderous spirit of the gun and flag.
The front is the enemy's position!
A pair of eyes hidden in the night flickered with excitement. The high fighting will even weakened the roaring north wind.
A great war, imminent!
……
At the same time, at Brown farm, more than 20 kilometers away, sentinels with iron pipe rifles were patrolling the fence made of garbage.
Different from the sparse figures in the past, today's farm is very lively.
A country style residence.
In the spacious living room, there were more than a dozen people, each with a heavy expression on his face, as if a dark cloud could drip water.
There is an old radio on the round wooden table. The noisy current sound and the host's greasy accent are incompatible with the atmosphere in the living room, but they are particularly appropriate.
"This is the voice of Boulder City. I'm your dearest radio host, Mr. house. Now I bring you the latest situation in the northern suburbs."
"According to unreliable news, a predator force called chew bone tribe is growing in a place we can't see. This is definitely not alarmist. Their strength is not weak, at least much better than those villains who dare not come out hidden in the ruins."
"The marauders not only absorbed the remnants of the Legion, but also took over some of their equipment. Now they are recruiting in the middle of the whole valley province... It seems that they intend to establish a country belonging to the marauders."
"If they continue to go south, there is no doubt that none of the Hicks in the northern suburb of Qingquan city can survive, and the people's Corps will never waste a bullet for those who have not paid taxes. If you happen to be in the northern suburb and don't want to watch your wife and daughter being kidnapped and sent to the pasture, the voice of Boulder City radio grandly recommends the distant wind hotel to you!"
"It's a super five-star hotel specially opened by the generous Mr. Leston for refugees. It's located on the edge of the outer wall of boulder. Although it's on the outside, legally, it also belongs to the territory of boulder. The militia won't sit idly by what happened there... It only needs one chip to stay in it all day."
For the sound in the radio station.
The people sitting in front of the round table only responded in silence.
For citizens living legally in Boulder, a chip may be an hour's salary or a bottle of beer with water.
But for them, they need 1 kilogram of grain or more valuable garbage to exchange.
It seemed that he was fed up with the silent silence. A middle-aged man with a powerful appearance and a hunter's hat slowly said.
"The bone chewing tribe is growing. We should unite! CHENFENG community can send 20 hunters."
Seeing someone raise his head, the fat man sitting not far away breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat on his round head with a towel and responded.
"We can have nine..." seeing everyone on the table looking at himself, he quickly added, "I know it may be a little less, but we have only so much."
"Tut Tut, listen, there are only nine men in the fat red railway station," said the strong man with a scalded scar on his face with a sneer and sarcasm. "If your men are dead, we can help you."
A trace of anger flashed on the fat man's face, but he was frightened that this guy was not a good thing. He just narrowed his eyes dangerously and didn't dare to say anything.
The red railway station receives businessmen from Honghe town who come to Qingquan city to do business all year round. Compared with the poor people sitting here, he does have so many chips in his pocket.
However, in this ghost weather, this chip can not bring him too much sense of security, not even enough for the plane of the people's corps to go on a business trip.
Staring at the ugly scarred man, the boss of the post station thought sinister in his heart.
Wait!
When this winter is over, I will invite mercenaries to your house!
The atmosphere in the living room is a little stiff.
Mr. Brown, puffing, looked a little bored.
Although they knew that these neighbors could not count on it, they did not expect that at this point, they were still haggling over who had two more people.
It's hopeless!
At this time, sitting in the corner of the round table, a thin man who had been silent from beginning to end suddenly opened his mouth.
"It's no use. We can't be the opponent of those people. Their number is like locusts... Sweeping from the middle to the south."
Seeing that everyone, including brown, looked at himself, the man paused for a moment and continued.
"I have a relative in Shibei Town, about thirty kilometers away from here. A few days ago, he fled to me and said that hundreds of marauders had invaded their town. The resisters were either beaten into a sieve or hanged at the door. The rest were either caught as coolies or tortured to death on the ground."
"At that time, he hid in the ruins and watched the fire burning in front of his nose. He pretended to be a corpse and didn't dare to move. At last, he survived."
The atmosphere in the living room became more rigid.
As if to ease the atmosphere, a slightly older survivor took a breath and whispered.
"Coolies... At least they haven't been eaten. It seems that these people still talk about civilization."
"I haven't finished yet... Both the old man and the child have their heads cut off," the thin man continued numbly with a slight movement of his Adam's apple. "As long as they can live and have children."
The fire in the fireplace was blazing.
There was a bright fire in the living room, but the air was terrible cold.
"Enough!"
Mr. Brown patted the table. The ash shook off the corner of his mouth and fell next to his boots.
He took off half of the cigarette butts, put them in the ashtray, looked at everyone present with a gloomy expression, and slowly opened his mouth to continue.
"This is our home. We have lived here for generations. Run? Where can we run? We have no way out. We have only the way to fight to the death -"
"You just have no way out. After all, you have such a big farm."
The Scarface man who satirized the post owner earlier pointed out his beautiful words and said aggressively.
Mr. Brown's face stiffened, turned pig liver, stared at the man and said.
"What do you mean I have no way back? I can take my chips to Boulder. My life there will be 100 times more comfortable than now. Do you want me to do so?"
"Go to Boulder? Like the mayor of Bette street?" the scarred man narrowed his eyes and said with a sneer. "I hear he hasn't had a good time in the past two months... Don't you have an alliance with him? Why didn't they help him when they were beaten by the fat blue coat."
Brown's face was gloomy.
At this time, someone suddenly said.
"Why don't we go to those blue coats for help? They even solved the bloody hand clan. They had a fight with the Legion before. Maybe they can deal with the marauders..."
Before Brown spoke, someone immediately said sarcastically.
"Those blue coats? They have no obligation to help us. When it comes to life and death, they will hide in their mouse hole for the first time, close the door, and hide for decades. Didn't they do that two centuries ago? I've heard of it."
The boss of the post station said nervously.
"Then ask Boulder City to do it..."
The man in the hunter's hat shook his head.
"We have no money."
"Then give food!"
Seeing a pair of eyes looking at himself, brown responded with anger to the unrealistic desire in the eyes of the poor people.
"Grain? Where is grain now? There are only seeds left in the warehouse for next spring. We can't eat grass for a whole year."
"What are you going to do after all? Neither can this nor that. Is it right here?"
"I have no problem with running away. Anyway, I can't live any longer. I'm interested in finding a place to grow crops in the south before the beginning of next spring."
"Show your hands, those who agree with the escape -"
At this time, there was a knock outside the door, which interrupted the chaotic quarrel in the living room.
Bronck, who was about to attack, stopped his anger and took a deep breath in his airway.
"Come in."
The man whose name is Liu Zhengyue is the head of security under him.
Shaking the snow in front of the door, Liu Zhengyue walked into the warm room.
"My Lord, our neighbor sent you a letter..."
Brown looked at him and asked.
"What does the letter say?"
Liu Zhengyue looked at the people at the table and Mr. Brown, and whispered.
"Sir, do you want to read it here?"
Brown's face flashed a trace of impatience, but perhaps he thought it was really inappropriate for so many people to listen, so he waved patiently and motioned him to pass the letter.
Received the letter.
Open the envelope.
He pulled out the letter paper. Brown glanced at it with a trace of surprise on his face, but it was soon replaced by suspicion and dignity.
The middle-aged man in the hunter's hat looked at him and asked.
"What does the letter say?"
"The invitation from the neighbor is nothing, it has nothing to do with you..." Mr. Brown replied casually. At the same time, he carefully folded the letter and stuffed it into his pocket.
The people sitting at the wooden table looked at each other and exchanged distrustful eyes.
Of course, they won't believe the old fox's lies, but this is his territory. If he doesn't intend to say anything, they can't force him.
"Well, let's break up. We've discussed this point since dinner time. If you're going to continue your quarrel, please change places and don't stay with me... It's annoying."
The host here has issued an eviction order. Although the guests in the living room are dissatisfied with his attitude, they can't continue to pester here. They all got up and left here with an unhappy face.
It snowed heavily outside the house.
However, it is not colder than in the house.
The Party headed out of the farm.
The thin man rubbed his shoulders with his hands, glanced at the others around him, and lowered his voice.
"I still say that, we can't be opponents of the bone chewing tribe... We have only one choice to flee, and so do other survivors in the middle of the valley province."
Asked the older survivor.
"Where did they go?"
People were stunned one after another. After exchanging their sight, someone who knew the situation said.
"I heard that some refugees... Seem to have gone to our Changchang farm a little north?"
"A little north? Long farm?"
"Well, the farm seems to be the territory of those blue coats. They helped the enterprise deal with the Legion, and the enterprise people helped them build a city in the wilderness... That's what I heard."
Looking at the heavy snow in the sky, the man with a hunter's hat suddenly said.
"I'm going to the north, those blue coat parks."
The boss of the post station looked at him in surprise.
"Now? It's dark..."
Although there are not many different species going out to look for food in winter, when do you have to go back to the north now?
Although they are all survivors in the northern suburbs, they don't have much contact with those blue coats. They can't venture to ask each other to take them in for one night as soon as they meet.
"It's not terrible when it's dark. What's terrible is that it won't dawn again."
The Adam's Apple moved, and the man in the hunter's hat continued. "If we don't want to become refugees, this may be our last hope."
……
A house on a farm.
Brown, who saw off the guests, turned to the cloakroom, took out his favorite coat, put it on his body, and carefully adjusted his collar.
But soon, he seemed to think of something. He suddenly stuffed the coat back, took out a not so new one and put it on his body.
At this time, his wife came from one side, put her hand on his shoulder and said in a soft voice.
"Are you going to leave the hospital so late?"
Brown replied perfunctorily.
"Our neighbors invited me to a movie. I can only go once. At least let them know that we have no oil and water to squeeze."
Asked the lady.
"Can't you go?"
With his fingers on the collar of his coat, Brown was silent for a while, and restrained his bad temper.
"I don't know."
"But I think... It would be better to go than not."
……
Zhongzhou Aerospace ecological experimental base.
At the foot of the gentle slope, beside the highway in the north.
Two marauders in fur coats threw the dead tree branches they picked up into a burning iron bucket and warmed around the fire.
Looking at the dots floating on the fire and the predator with a trench stick hanging on his waist, he couldn't help swearing.
"It's terrible weather... It's killing to watch outside."
The nearby predator heard it and unconsciously glanced at the sentry post on the slope.
"Shh, don't let the captain hear you."
"What's the matter? He's only allowed to sleep in the quilt, and I'm not allowed to complain here?"
Thinking of the woman he met at the last survivor gathering point, he unconsciously licked his lips cracked by the wind.
That chest is really big.
He still remembered the little expression that had degenerated from pain to despair.
Unfortunately, the boss played too much, and the man didn't make it in the end. His throat was hoarse before he died.
"How do I feel it getting colder and colder..."
"I'll pick up two more firewood."
With that, the predator tightened the Ripper rifle on his back, stepped on the snow that had not crossed his legs, and walked into the trees on one side.
There is no light around.
But it's not in the way.
There were many dead branches lying on the snow. He bent down and touched the ground.
The cold touch from the palm made him slightly stunned.
Eh?
Why is it hard?
The two guns stretched out in the dark pointed straight at his forehead.
At the moment, what he was holding in his hand was not firewood at all, but a bayonet smeared with mud and leaking cold.
Facing the man lying in the snow, his face gradually turned as white as snow.
The player who was stared at was also stunned.
Originally, he was lying in the snow. Who would have thought that there were so many branches next to the fool who didn't pick them up, but grabbed them at the muzzle of his gun.
"Shit, what's the matter?"
The edge paddle uses his eyes to communicate with his teammates.
Debt big eyes are also confused.
"Why don't you... Wait for him to fire the first shot?"
At this time, shouts came from the fire beside the road.
"Hugh, what are you doing there?"
"I, I..."
The captive predator, his lips trembling and speechless.
As soon as he heard the trembling sound, the predator behind him immediately realized that the situation was wrong. He immediately raised his rifle, squatted down, pulled the bolt, and shouted loudly into the forest.
"Who's there!"
Seeing this scene through the UAV, Chu Guang knew that the people in the forest must not be able to hide.
But it doesn't matter.
It was found that the feint group, although a few minutes in advance, did not affect.
It's time to test micromanipulation!
Chu Guang stretched out his index finger and scratched in the air. The precompiled task suspended in the tactical eyepiece window immediately issued.
[campaign Countdown: 0s]
[mission: free fire! (released to: all teams of group A)]
[task: artillery target area! (released to: support group)]
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