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The Badaling checkpoint, which was a tourist attraction more than 30 years ago, has been transformed into a military outpost more than 30 years later. With this ancient city wall as the boundary, to the north is the wasteland, the world of xenos, and to the south is the ruins, the world of the survivors.

In general, the survivors of Shangjing City are much luckier than Wanghai City, although the same ruined houses are ruined, but many sturdy landmarks have survived. These well-preserved buildings served as a base for the survivors of the war, providing them with a shelter to survive.

In addition, as the political center of pan-Asian cooperation, the war reserves here are ten times larger than those of Wanghai City. The war reserves here are not only food, clothing, and medical supplies, but also raw materials and energy such as steel, rare earths, oil, and helium-3, and even well-preserved industrial machine tools.

The difference between the industrial machine tools here and the hand-built machine tools and engineers in the sixth block with 3D printers is that the former is the crystallization of science and technology, and the latter two are just the wisdom of working people.

It can be seen from this that the survivors of Shangjing City have a great advantage in the early stage.

Before the establishment of NAC, there were about 100 large and small settlements in Wanghai City. On the side of Shangjing City, there are more than 1,000 settlements, and there are hundreds of large survivor forces similar to the Sixth Block and Liuding Town.

It has never been unified here, and the survivors have made their own rules here, such as designating the third ring road as a safe zone, prohibiting killing, robbery, and theft, and violators will be wanted by all survivors' settlements.

Another example is this outpost located in the Badaling Scenic Area. In order to prevent the migration of extremely mutated creatures with a subcrystalline index of more than 300 from the north, the survivors of Shangjing City jointly funded and contributed to the renovation of this section of the city wall in Badaling, and built artillery towers and machine-gun bunkers.

Even in the harshest winters, this iron law has not changed.

"It's September. ”

"yes. ”

On the turret, two soldiers stood at each end, leaning against the battlements, looking at the gray wasteland in the distance in a daze.

They carried automatic rifles around their waists and magazines strapped to their bodies, and judging by what they were wearing, they were supposed to be from different survivor settlements.

"Speaking of which...... What is the number?"

"Fifteen. ”

The one with the blue scarf didn't seem to like to talk much, and only when the one next to him spoke, he would say two sentences concisely, and most of the time he stood there stupidly, motionless, staring at the horizon in a daze.

Or doze off......

"It's only been fifteen days? The bearded man smacked his lips, spat and frothed downstairs, grinning, "Do you believe that in two months, I will spit down and freeze into hail before I land?"

“……”

The man in the blue scarf tugged at the corners of his mouth and did not speak.

Just chatting with each other, time passed quickly.

The sky was getting darker, and the distant horizon was covered with a veil of fog. Blowing in the north wind, the fog twisted its bewitching curves, and gradually crawled over the wasteland, up the turrets, and over the concrete-reinforced walls......

"It's foggy," the chin stubble looked up, looking at the air gradually condensing, and muttered to himself, "I'm afraid it's going to change." ”

The fog deepened, forming a solid wall on the distant horizon.

Suddenly, in the thick fog, a black silhouette gradually emerged.

The gap reached the anomaly in the fog, and the scarf man frowned slightly, reached out and took off the telescope from his chest, and looked in the direction of the black shadow.

"Do you see anything?" The stubble man noticed something, too, but when he touched his chest, he didn't touch the binoculars. Only then did he remember that his telescope had fallen into the barracks.

“…… The fog is too big to see clearly. Sticking his eyes to the binoculars, the scarf man replied casually, reached out and pressed the walkie-talkie hanging on his shoulder, turned his face sideways and whispered, "There's a situation outside." ”

"Roger. ”

Four or five soldiers with rifles on their shoulders and yawning came out of the barracks and walked in the direction of the pillbox. At the same time, a drone flew out of the turret and flew slowly towards the wasteland outside the city walls.

Throwing the telescope to the stubble man who stretched his neck and stared, the man in the scarf crouched down, took out a thigh-thick cannonball from the wooden box, picked up the rag and wiped the dust on it, and then walked towards the infantry cannon that had already unfolded the bracket.

"If you've seen enough, you'll help. ”

"Grass, the big guy has figured it out, is it overreacting?" The stubble man smacked his lips, held the binoculars and took one last look, and was about to put down the binoculars to help, but at this moment, from behind the billowing fog, he vaguely saw a bright red badge.

A scythe?

A handful of ...... Hammer!?

The telescope fell to the ground, and horror crept up his pupils from his legs, and his lips trembled for a few moments before he squeezed two words out of his teeth from the fight up and down.

"Grip...... Grass?"

The earth trembled, and the steel roared.

Torrents of steel ran over the endless wasteland, and the incessant roar swept over the walls, the turrets, and the continent......

That's not fog!

That's the dust kicked up by the tracks!

The moment they saw the black shadow clearly, the faces of everyone in the military outpost changed in unison. The stones in the corner of the wall jumped uneasily, and even from a distance of thousands of meters, you could clearly feel the tremor of the earth.

“ccc…… p?” With their teeth chattering up and down, the soldiers crouched in the bunkers, shuddering and shoving the chains into the machine gun magazines, and scolded in horror, "CCPP tanks? No, it can't be, isn't the pre-war regime all clean?"

"Push all the infantry guns up on me!"

"Fool!

Something strange was noticed outside the city walls, and the entire military outpost moved like a pot of boiling water. The soldiers rushed to the combat position with automatic rifles on their shoulders, and the infantry guns on the turrets were pushed out. These fortifications were originally intended for xenos, and no one could have imagined that they would one day be used against polar bears driving tanks.

A horn stretched out from the turret.

"Listen to the people in front! No matter what the hell you're here for, stop it immediately!"

The torrent of armor, as always, moved forward, without any reaction.

The commander repeated it in Russian.

They were still met with silence and the roar of the tracks running over the ground.

The commander slammed the horn to the ground, took off the walkie-talkie, and a trace of sadness flashed across his face.

"Call me!"

Boom!

Five cannon shots echoed his roar.

The infantry cannon ejected its chamber, drawing five orange-orange paths in the air. However, in the face of the roaring torrent of armor, it is as insignificant as a rootless toothpick.

Bang -

The shell grazed the front armor of the tank and plunged headlong into the mud, leaving only a shallow dent in the steel plate.

Looking at the armored cluster outside the turret, a touch of despair appeared on the stubble man's face, and the movements of his hands had stopped.

The invincible infantry cannon in the face of xenomorphs had no effect at the moment, and it didn't even make the group of roaring steel monsters pause even a little.

The five cannon shots on the city wall seemed to ignite some kind of signal.

Above the torrent of charging armor, rows of cold gun barrels slowly lifted and staggered in the direction of the turret.

Without the slightest warning, the muzzle of the black hole suddenly flickered with a flash of fire.

Lifted into the air by the blast, the stubble man caught a glimpse of the concrete wall collapsing backwards with his last peripheral vision...... (To be continued.) )