Wind and frost are like knives, cutting through the frozen soil. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was the middle of autumn, but the bricks and gravel were covered with a layer of hoarfrost.

The boots creaked as they stepped over the rubble between the ruins. The icy muzzle of the gun searched through every shadow of the ruins, and there was not a cold gunshot or two. Black cotton gloves groped over the blood-stained corpse, not sparing a single trophy.

Even if it's a torn winter suit that has been blown up, they pull out the cotton wick and temperature chip that haven't been charred yet and take it to a nearby supply truck.

As for the stripped corpses, they were randomly piled up in the open space, allowing hungry scavengers such as mutant cockroaches and rats to gnaw at them, and even cremation was omitted.

Cremation needs fuel, and winter is about to begin, and they don't want to waste any fuel, let alone waste it on the dead.

Five hundred meters away from the Badaling military outpost, hundreds of tanks of various models were quietly parked in the open field, surrounded by dozens of half-track base cars the size of old-fashioned railway cars. The wheels with large grinding discs sank into the dirt, and the quadruple tracks supported the entire carriage.

Columns of soldiers wearing mechanical exoskeletons patrol the camp with rifles in hand. Even the xenos, which was as strong as deathclaws, smelled death from the neat queue, hovering over the edge of the shadows and rubbing their fangs, but did not dare to take half a step closer.

These Russians never set up camp.

The base cars surrounded by tanks are their barracks, warehouses and even factories, and the workers can pick up hammers and files to work by putting down the brackets on the chassis.

They were once CCCP border guards, stationed in the easternmost permafrost of Siberia, across the sea from the Americans in Alaska. Carrying on the Soviet legacy, they ended their mission in the tenth year after the war and began to migrate south.

Without organization, they are like nomads centuries ago, and the city is their pasture.

From the wilderness of the far east of Siberia, all the way south, to the land of pan-Asian cooperation. Like locusts in transit, they trample the fire of civilization into ashes and gnaw the ruins of cities into slag bones......

In order to survive, they have pushed their survival skills to the limit. No one knows the essence of waste scavenging better than them, and even the most experienced waste pickers in Wanghai City will feel deep despair if they go to the city that has been visited by these old hairy people.

And now, they have finally survived the icy wasteland and reached the land of legendary abundance......

"Compared to Ouelian, the weather here is like spring. ”

Sitting on a chair, the bearded man looked out the window, grinning at the corners of his mouth, the wrinkles on his face mixed together hideously. If you put a pair of blindfolds and a captain's hat on him, he will look like a pirate of the old days.

On the table in front of him sat a small half-bottle of vodka, on which the galvanized sickle and hammer had been worn out, and only a bare surface remained.

He has been drinking this bottle of wine for almost half a year, and he usually puts it in the box, only when he is in a good mood, he will take it out, unscrew the cork and take a sip or two, and reminisce about that beautiful era.

Obviously, he's in a good mood right now.

And it's pretty good.

Just as he was looking out the window, the door of the base car was pushed open. A boot stepped into the room, and a middle-aged man in a CCCP military coat walked in, stood still in front of him, and gave a clean military salute.

"The supply count is complete. ”

"How's the harvest?" asked Yegor lazily.

"Quite fruitful! There are more than fifty boxes of nutrient mixtures above grade C, which is enough for us for half a month. Sminov replied immediately.

"Should it be said that it is worthy of the legendary land of abundance?" Yegor smiled cruelly with his eyebrows raised, and the wrinkles on his face became more and more hideous, "The harvest of a military outpost is almost catching up with the survivor settlements in the Siberian wasteland." ”

He smiled happily, even though it seemed so hideous to others.

"Also, among the personal belongings of their commander, we found this. With that, Sminov took out a box of aluminum cans from his waist and handed it to the chief.

The smile on Yegor's face froze.

Instead, there was shock, disbelief, ecstasy.

He grabbed the can on the table, grabbed the dagger that was placed on the table, and made a cut in the can. The oily gravy immediately seeped out along the knife edge, and in less than ten seconds, the whole room was filled with the aroma of braised beef.

Sminov swallowed and frothed, looking away, trying not to look at the can.

Squeezing the knife and smearing it on his mouth, feeling the fragrance spread down his taste buds, Yegor slammed his mouth, trying to keep the delicacy on the tip of his tongue for a little longer. At this moment, he was almost about to shed tears of excitement.

Suddenly, Yegor came to his senses.

He first glanced at Sminov to see that he was not looking at his side, then pressed his thumb against the crack in the can and turned it over to the back. I saw that at the bottom of the can, there were lines of thin text.

【Canned Fish Bone Brand Beef】

[Ingredients: beef, salt, monosodium glutamate, spices......]

[Production date: 2192]

Sure enough, it was produced after the war!

Yegor only felt his heart pounding, as if a beautiful woman stripped naked to her toes was standing in front of him, scratching her head and settling him forward.

Canned beef!

When was the last time he had eaten meat, he couldn't remember.

Ten years ago, fifteen years ago?

However, what made him excited, and he couldn't help but want to shout out that what bones were afraid that others would not know where they were, so he added a line of words after the production date.

【Origin: Wanghai City Sixth Block Food Processing Factory】

Putting the canned beef aside, Yegor stared at Sminov deadly.

"How many more cans of this are there?"

Sminov bowed his head tremblingly and replied immediately.

"That's all. However, among the other soldiers' personal luggage, we also found some compressed biscuits, instant noodles and the like......"

"It's all Fishbones?"

"Exactly......" Sminov replied with a nod.

"Good!" Yegor stuck the knife into the aluminum alloy table, stood up suddenly, and laughed, "What a fish bone! God bless us East Siberian border guards! Sure enough, heaven is in the south!"

With that, Yegor's eyes widened, and he ordered at Sminov.

"On my order, the whole army set out and advanced twenty kilometers to the southeast. In addition, let the 13th Tank Company set off, and now go and let me go into the city to try the ability of the survivors of Shangjing City! If the city is full of fat sheep, then we will go straight ahead!"

"Yes!" Sminov saluted and turned away.

"After we lay down Shangjing City, we will go all the way south to Wanghai City to have a look!

Looking at the canned beef on the table, Yegor laughed wildly.

All resistance will be reduced to powder under the tracks of the tank!

No one can stop his torrent of steel!

Anyone! Any organization!

With a sip of his thumb dipped in gravy, Yegor looked into the distance with excitement.

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(To be continued.) )