The wind is like a knife, and the frozen soil is cut.
It is precisely the mid-autumn season, but the brick and gravel is covered with a layer of hoarfrost.
The boots stepped on the rubble between the broken walls and made a creaking sound. The cold muzzle was found from every shadow of the ruins, and it was a cold and cold shot. Black cotton gloves groped from blood-stained bodies and never let go of even a spoil.
Even a piece of broken winter clothing, they will take out the burnt cotton core and temperature control chip and take it to the nearby supply truck.
As for the corpses that were lighted up, they were randomly piled up in the open space, allowing the hungry scavengers such as cockroaches and rats to forage, and even cremation was saved.
The cremation requires fuel, and it is about to enter the winter. They don’t want to waste fuel, let alone waste on the dead.
Five hundred meters away from the Badaling military outpost, hundreds of different types of tanks were quietly parked on the open space, surrounded by dozens of half-track base cars that were as big as old-fashioned train cars. The large-sized tires sank into the dirt, and the four-mounted crawler carried the entire carriage.
A list of soldiers wearing mechanical exoskeletons is patrolling the camp with a rifle. Even the aliens, which are as strong as dead claws, smell the smell of death from the neat queue, and rubbing the fangs on the edge of the shadow, but dare not approach half a step.
These Russians never camp.
The base cars surrounded by tanks are their barracks, warehouses and even factories. When the brackets on the chassis are lowered, the workers can pick up the hammer and pick up the sickle.
They used to be the border guards of P, stationed in the frozen soil in the easternmost part of Siberia, and opposed the Americans in Alaska across the sea. They inherited the legacy of the Soviets and ended their mission in the tenth year after the war and began to migrate south.
They lost their organization like nomads a few centuries ago, and the city is their pasture.
From the wilderness of the land of the extreme east of Siberia, all the way to the south, to the land of Pan-Asian cooperation. Just like a transitive locust, the civilized fire is trampled out in the ashes, and the ruins of the city are eaten into scorpions that are not left in the slag...
In order to survive, they have already survived their skills to the limit. No one knows the essence of scavenging more than they do. Even the most experienced scavengers in Wanghai City will feel deeply desperate if they go to a city that has been visited by these old Maozis.
Now, they finally survived the icy wasteland and arrived at the legendary rich land...
"The weather here is just like spring, compared to Ue."
Sitting on the chair, the man with a slap in the face looked out the window, opened his mouth and wrinkled his face. If he is given a pair of eye masks and a captain's cap, the whole person will look like an old-time pirate.
On the table in front of him, a small half bottle of vodka was placed, and the galvanized trowel and hammer on the bottle had been worn out, leaving only the bare surface.
He has been drinking this bottle for almost half a year. He is in the box on weekdays. He will only take it out when he is in a good mood. Unscrew the cork and drink a couple of drinks, and recollect the good times.
Obviously, his mood is very good now.
And it is quite good.
Just as he looked out of the window, the door of the base car was pushed open. A boot entered the house, and the middle-aged man in the p army coat came in. After standing in front of him, he made a clean and friendly ceremony.
"Recharge statistics are complete."
“How is the harvest?” Yegor asked lazily.
"It's quite rich! More than fifty boxes of nutritional ingredients above the level, enough for us to use for half a month." Sminoff replied Li.
"Is it worth mentioning the legendary rich land?" Eyebrows picked up slightly, Yegor smiled cruelly, and the wrinkles on his face became more and more embarrassing. "A military outpost harvest is catching up with the Siberian wasteland." The survivors on the settlement have settled."
He smiled very happily, although in the eyes of others, this smile is so embarrassing.
"In addition, we found this in their commander's personal belongings." Sminov took a box of aluminum cans from his waist and handed it to the sergeant.
The smile on Yegor's face solidified.
It’s shocking, it’s unbelievable, it’s ecstasy.
He grabbed the cans on the table, grabbed the dagger placed on the table, and cut a hole in the can. The oily gravy immediately oozes out along the edge of the knife. In less than ten seconds, the entire room is filled with the smell of marinated beef.
Sminov swallowed and took a gaze and tried not to look at the can.
Holding a knife and smearing it on his mouth, feeling the scent spread along the taste buds, Yegor snorted, trying to make the delicious stay on the tip of the tongue for a while. At this moment, he is almost ready to leave tears of excitement.
Suddenly, Yegor wakes up.
He first glanced at Sminov and saw that he didn't look at himself. Then he pressed the crack on the can with his thumb and turned the can to the back. I saw the bottom of the can, with a small line of text.
[Fish bone brand canned beef]
[Materials: beef, salt, monosodium glutamate, spices...]
[production date: 2192]
Sure enough, it was produced after the war!
Egor only felt that his heart was pounding, just like a beautiful woman who was stripped to the toes, standing in front of him and beheading and tempting him to come forward.
Canned beef!
When was the last time he ate meat, he couldn’t remember it.
Ten years ago? Fifteen years ago?
However, the most exciting thing he couldn't help but want to scream was that the bones were afraid that others would not know where they were, and that they would die after the date of production.
[Origin: Wanghai City Sixth Street Food Processing Factory]
Putting the canned beef aside, Yegor stared at Sminov.
“How much is this can?”
Sminov bowed his head and replied.
"That's all. But in the private baggage of other soldiers, we also found something like compressed biscuits, instant noodles, etc..."
“Is it a fish bone brand?”
"Exactly..." Sminoff nodded.
"Good!" Yegor inserted the knife into the aluminum table, and suddenly stood up, haha laughed. "A good fish bone! It is God bless our East Siberian border guard! Sure enough, heaven is in the south!"
After all, Yegor’s eyes glanced at Sminov and ordered.
"Through my command, the whole army set off and advanced to the southeast for 20 kilometers. In addition, let the 13th tank start even now, and now go to the city to try the power of the survivors of the city! If the city is full of fertilizer Sheep, then let us go straight!"
"Yes!" Sminoff was making a salute and turned away.
"After hitting the city of Shangjing, we will go all the way to the south, and look at what to look at in the sea! See if they have a few fat cows, a few acres of good land!"
Looking at the canned beef on the table, Yegor laughed.
All the resistance will be turned into a whitefly under the track of the tank!
No one can stop his steel torrent!
anyone! Any organization!
With a licking of the thumb of the gravy, Yegor’s heart looked at the distance.
The collection broke 120,000 and sprinkled flowers! Although the booking ratio is too exciting, it is still very happy (^_^). Again, the qualified book friends hope to come to the starting point to support the genuine, there is no condition... I do not blame you. In short, my book friends, thank you for the past year!
I wish my brothers and sisters happy New Year’s Day, have fun, and have a good time in the new year.
Finally, tell everyone a little secret.
I heard that the people who have voted for the suites have become handsome, and they are super handsome ~) (to be continued.)