The cold wind raged on the street, glaring at the decaying walls and broken windows. The snow that comes to the natural disaster is like a dense fog that exists in the body, and the whole city is shrouded in a gray of depression.
Here is the city of Wu.
If this is the time in previous years, it is absolutely impossible to be so cold, but this year it is a bit special.
On the street, there are only three or three zombies left, because the muscles and corpses are frozen, standing like ice sculptures. It is unimaginable, they have been frozen into this appearance, and they will still be able to hunt and live in the spring.
In the face of such zombies, no one will usually pay attention to it. The bacteria in the back neck cannot accumulate energy through photosynthesis, and even if the skulls of these zombies are cut, half of the sub-crystals are not obtained. Only hungry mutant mice will bite these dead people, and their stomach belts don't have to worry about indigestion.
The whole street, except for death, is still dead...
Leaning against the observation hole of the sentry tower, Hu Cheng tightened the rifle in his hand and looked through the bullet-proof glass of the hole to look at the empty ice surface. The snow that whispers in the sky makes him start to doubt whether his work makes sense.
With such a large amount of snow, will the people in Tonglian District really come?
This tower is built on the roof next to the clock tower not far from the river. It is made of wood for camouflage. It looks like a dilapidated shack in the distance. Behind the wood is a genuine concrete bunker that can block the heat source and life signals in the shelter, and can also resist the direct injection of tank shells.
Hiding in such a bunker, if it is not entered, it is basically impossible to find out that it is a post.
Facing the unchanging scenery, Hu Cheng yawned and put the rifle on the window.
At this moment, the street whistling in the wind and snow, gradually entered a black painted figure.
Hu Cheng raised the muzzle reflexively, but soon he put the gun down again. Instead, he stepped forward two steps and laid down the ladder for the man who came to him and put him up.
The slamming opened the activity door, the heavy winter clothes fell on the ice slag, the middle-aged man's face was frozen with wax red, while the insulated lunch box in his hand was placed on the table, and he almost removed his stick on his head. The hat, swearing.
"...special, don't point me at that time next time. If you get out of the fire, you will wait for the zombies with broken brains to give you food."
"Hey, isn't this a routine?" Hu Cheng couldn't wait to uncover the lid of the lunch box. He watched the steaming braised pork and white rice. He couldn't help but take off his gloves and grabbed the chopsticks. The ground went to the mouth and got up.
"When you go to the special routine, do you really think that the northwestern barbarians are full and will run this to make trouble?" The ammunition bag was placed on the ground, and Deng Wenjie tilted his comrades and sat down on a chair. I took out a bottle of wine from my pocket and unscrewed the lid and took a sip.
"Hey, those barbarians can't run here if they can eat enough..." Smelling the smell of wine, Hu Cheng's eyes were stuck on the bottle in the hands of his comrades, and he smiled and grinned. This, old Deng, look..."
"Free talk," Deng Wenjie waved his hand and stuffed the bottle back into his pocket. "You stand and drink a fart."
"Cut, are you not on duty?"
"I need this job." Deng Wenjie blinked and protected the bottle in his pocket. "Would you like to change jobs? Are you going outside for a while?"
"by!"
Hu Cheng painted a **** against the guy who was stinky, and even a few words in his heart were too shameless, and finally gave up the plan to discuss two drinks.
After three, five, and two to solve the lunch in front of him, Hu Cheng lifted his sleeve and wiped the mouth full of grease, stood up from the stool, and lifted the rifle leaning against the table.
Standing next to the observation hole, Deng Wenjie frowned and looked at the direction of the ice.
"Hey, don't you give the next post to the supplies?" He went to the side of his comrades with fullness, and Hu Cheng raised his hand and took a picture on his shoulder.
"What is that on the ice?" Deng Wenjie pointed to the Hanjiang River not far away, frowning.
"Ice noodles?" Hu Cheng squatted down, took out the telescope from his pocket, and stuck it on the windshield.
It didn't matter what it looked like, and suddenly he was scared to push Deng Wenjie's head down the window.
"Where are you doing?"
The head was pressed, and Deng Wenjie was about to squat, but it was the comrade-in-arms who had stunned and stunned.
"It’s a snowmobile in Union District! Those barbarians... they, they are really here!”
......
On the ice, dozens of snowmobiles rushed, and in just a few seconds, they crossed the warning line demarcated by Na in the city.
The front end of the car was equipped with caliber heavy machine guns. The soldiers wearing polar camouflage were driving a sled with two people, forming the leading force for the road. Behind it is a group of snowmobiles that are hoisted in groups. These light armor are equipped with a wide load-bearing wheel at the bottom, which can ride like a wind on the ice surface more than one meter thick.
Just as they drove straight in, a fire broke out in a building on the shore.
The columnar projectiles slid a trajectory of the snow flakes in the air and suddenly slammed on nearly one-meter thick ice.
"boom!"
The ice surface is broken without suspense, and the spider-like cracks are instantly spread out. The huge potholes directly devour the snowmobile that can't be stopped. However, the sudden development of na did not cause these leading troops to panic, and they saw that they spread out in a straightforward manner, still maintaining the momentum of the forward, directly passing the range of the electromagnetic gun.
The transport team immediately following the formation of the sled car immediately decelerated and turned to the streets on both sides of the Han River. At the same time, the soldiers wearing polar camouflage jumped out of the carriage and ran towards the street with a rifle. Judging from their rapid movements, this responsive snow force is obviously equipped with intensive arms such as mechanical exoskeletons.
However, the people of na are not vegetarian. Just as they spread, a series of whistling sounds cover the whistling of the blizzard. The dense barrage covers the ice, and the snow dust and ice particles suddenly cover the river surface. It is almost necessary to tear this layer of ice over one meter!
The intensive barrage apparently hit the people in the Tonglian District by a surprise, and the people who had escaped the shelling had not yet taken a breath, and the scream of the empty sound was covered again.
The point of the bombing was the streets on both sides of the Han River. The targets were the transport vehicles and soldiers who came ashore from the river.
Not far from the top of the building, Wang Zhaowu held a telescope and overlooked the battle five kilometers away. The brow was slightly locked.
Although the situation is one-sided, it is amazing that in this first contact, the na with the artillery cover did not take advantage of it.
The second echelon soldiers deployed on the river surface broke the ice layer with **, blocking the formation of a sleek sled car. The two sides launched a fierce exchange of fire under the bridge across the river, and the tracer bombs were woven into a network almost in the air.
In half an hour, the leading troops were completely destroyed, and the soldiers in the United District began to withdraw.
Wang Zhaowu ordered to stop chasing and consolidate the defense line on the spot, and the battle ended.
Putting down the telescope, his mood was not easy.
The size of this unit is only 500 people. Except for dozens of snowmobiles, the shadow of heavy vehicles is not visible at all. According to the information from the rear, this time his opponent is the first legion of the United Nations, with a scale of more than 10,000 people, and the number of armored units is numerous.
The first contact ended with the victory of na, but the real war has just begun.
He has a hunch that it is destined to be a hard fight. (To be continued.)