The wind and frost were as cold as knives, wrapped in broken snow and ice flowers. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe snow swaying in the sky was like cotton wool, brushing over the faces that had already been numb from the cold, and pressed on the bags behind them little by little. There are still the last fifty kilometers from the outpost in Hanzhong, and there is no time to rest for them before arriving.

Sentinels in winter suits walked beside the queue, scanning the white wilderness with vigilant eyes and muzzles, and the machine gunners sitting on the top of the armored vehicles were leaning against the machine guns to pass the time.

They are an army and belong to the Northern Coalition.

Standing behind them were the leaders of the Northern United Region, and the last group of people to move from Lanzhou to Hanzhong.

Unlike Wanghai City, winter here takes more than a month in the morning. Not just because of the latitude, but also because of the radiation clouds that stuck in the air. Radioactive fallout piles up like quilts, except that their role is not to keep warm, but to reflect sunlight into space.

This year has been unusual, and even for the Northwest, this year's winter has been much earlier than usual.

For the wasteland, though, anomalies are the norm in themselves.

People may feel hopeless, but they are certainly not surprised.

After harvesting the last batch of mutant fruits, this group of lords had to brave the heavy snow to embark on the journey to Hanzhong. Maybe a lot of people will die here, but if you don't leave, there may be many more people who die.

Unlike Wanghai City, there are not many zombie species here, but there are all kinds of powerful and cunning xenomorphs entrenched. And even in winter, hungry they do not sleep, but lurk in dark corners, quietly waiting for a feast of blood.

Mutant jackals, for example, come like a gust of wind, their claws faster than bullets, and they often leave only a corpse and broken bones when they go. They were met by a lone migratory party, and although all of them had guns, none of them survived.

These swift and strong creatures can be quite a headache even if they are encountered by regular troops.

In order to reduce the casualties of the survivors, the commander of the United Territory ordered the precious nuclear fusion core and artillery shells to be taken out and armored troops to escort the migrants.

Although they inherited the armament of the pre-war regime, unfortunately, the lack of resources made it difficult for them to resume industrial production, and they could only relieve the supply pressure of hundreds of thousands of troops through resource recycling and small workshop production models.

The situation they faced was even worse than the Sixth Block they faced three years ago, after all, Nato's Marines had never set foot in the northwest of Huaxia, where there were few battlefields and many resources worth recycling.

Every bullet from a heavy machine gun is precious to them.

An assault vehicle painted with snow camouflage drove up from the back of the group. When the assault vehicle passed by, the soldiers, although they did not stop, raised their hands and gave a PAC salute, offering the highest respect to their leader.

In the back row of the assault vehicle, the grim-looking man looked at the map without saying a word.

His name was Wei Bian, and after Jiang Beihai, he served as the commander of the United Command District, and his status was probably similar to that of the marshal of the NAC. Sitting next to him was his assistant, Luo Xugang, deputy commander of the United Command Region. This was the last team to go to Hanzhong, and the last team of survivors to move from Lanzhou.

When they withdrew, the city that had been left behind was nothing but ruins and wild beasts roaming the corners. Perhaps, in a few hundred years, the green vines will drill out of the stone cracks of the cement pavement, and the buds will be drilled out of the dead wood, and naturally the evidence of human existence will be erased in its own way, and the earth will be dyed with its original color.

Savagery, and disorder.

"This year's snow is earlier than usual. Luo Xugang, who was sitting in the passenger seat, sighed and shook the cigarette butt that was about to burn out at the ashtray.

"Yes. Wei Bian said lightly.

"It's so cold to me. Glancing at the commander with his spare eyes, Luo Xu had just burned the last trace of nicotine on the cigarette butt and pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray.

"Do you want me to turn up the air conditioner?"

"No, no, I just have to be cold in another sense. Luo Xu just waved his hand, and his rough fingers took out another cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

"You're overdrawing your health. ”

As if hearing something funny, Luo Xugang suddenly laughed and spat out the smoke ring, "Fuck your health." ”

Wei Bian didn't answer, his brows still resting on the paper map.

Silence lasted for a long time in the carriage, and only the sound of wheels running over the snow could be heard. Luo Xugang squinted his eyes and silently smoked the cigarette rolled from mutated tobacco, feeling the spicy taste in his nasal cavity. I don't know when it began, only this feeling can give him a sense of fulfillment that he is still alive.

Abruptly, Luo Xu just broke the silence.

"Time is running out. ”

However, Wei Bian still had that indifferent expression.

"I know. ”

"I heard that there is a force called NAC rising in Wanghai City, and the full name seems to be New Pan-Asian Cooperation. ”

"I've heard about it. ”

"Those little ones seem to have been sent by them. Although our missiles can deal with it, it is always a problem...... Are we really going to go to war with them?" Luo Xugang scratched his head.

"Yes. ”

There was silence again in the carriage.

After a while, it was still Luo Xugang who broke the silence with a cigarette in his mouth.

"To be honest, I really envy you. ”

When he heard this, Wei Bian's eyes left the map in his hand for the first time, and through the car window, he cast himself into the white wilderness.

There, a sentry spotted a mutated jackal lurking in the snow and immediately raised his rifle. Soon, blood was splattered all over the white snow, but when he pulled out his dagger and stepped forward to dig up the crystals, three jackals pounced on them from the snow......

The gunfire rang out, but soon stopped.

The paramedics carried the dying sentry onto the truck, but he was soon put into a body bag. The carcasses of the three jackals were carried onto a truck with an organic conversion furnace, where they were dug up for subcrystals and refined into a nutrient mixture. The procession never stopped, and the bloodstained leaders who passed by did not take their eyes off the road under their feet for a moment.

It's as if nothing had happened.

Nature has already decided who will die and who will live.

"You won't be envious. Wei Bian put his gaze back on the map and said lightly.

……

"It worked!"

The cells in the tube are alive!

The lab resounded with the cheers of the women.

When he heard Lin Ling say this, Jiang Chen didn't know what to use to describe the excitement in his heart at this moment.

According to Lin Ling, before placing the test tube in the freezer, she dripped 20 ml of test solution mixed with human tissue cells into the test tube. After the test tube was placed in a special freezing device to simulate a dormant environment, the living cells in the test tube successfully passed the entropy reduction link when crossing the "gate".

And the key to solving the problem of traveling with creatures is precisely in antimatter!

Lin Ling used a lot of mathematical and physical formulas to explain the reason to Jiang Chen. However, Jiang Chen was confused from beginning to end, and he didn't understand what she was saying at all. Even though he repeatedly asked her to explain the principle in plain language, she just patted the whiteboard helplessly, threw away the marker in her hand, and looked at Jiang Chen with caring eyes.

"Give it up. ”

At this time, snowflakes fell outside the window.

"Is it already snowing?" Sun Jiao looked out the window.

"In previous years, was it snowing at this time?" Jiang Chen, who was diverted from the topic, also looked out the window.

"It's usually November. Yao Yao whispered.

"It seems that this year's winter is a little earlier than usual. Sun Xiaorou sighed. (To be continued.) )