The Yangtze River, which is sealed by ice and snow, divides Wushi into two. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The north shore of the INFO is under the control of the United Nations, while the south shore is the position of the NAC.

Two days earlier, the last troops in charge of the broken rear had also withdrawn behind the line of defense, and had opened a multi-echelon line along the river.

The thickness of the ice is close to a meter, and as long as you change into special tires, it is no longer a problem to pass lightly armored units. However, this meter of ice was still far from enough to support the weight of the Prowler tank. Blocked by the terrain, the ferocious offensive in the United Territory finally stopped.

And it is on this ice that the NAC's artillery maximizes its advantage. A single cannon can easily penetrate the ice, turning the solid ice into a shattered ice floe, preventing the soldiers of the Condominium from passing through.

Machine guns scattered along the coast can easily weave a network of firepower. The frozen surface of the river, even at its narrowest point, is more than 1,100 meters. Rushing through this uncovered ice field with flesh and blood is an almost impossible task.

Under the command of Han Junhua, the defensive line of the Second Division was more than several times stronger than that of two days ago.

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The sapper shovel shoveled the snow in the foxhole outside, Hu Cheng threw away the shovel, rubbed his face that was almost frozen unconscious, gasped for white mist, and made it to the ammunition box.

Two days earlier, the order to retreat had freed him from hell at the front. Armed with a light machine gun he had picked up from the battlefield, he was assigned to the foxhole, which was about a man deep.

There is only one task, and that is to pull the trigger while charging from the opposite side. He liked the job very much, he didn't have to aim, he used firepower to make it difficult for the other side to retreat.

In fact, they, the machine gunners, did just that. The NAC was well supplied, so much so that he didn't even have to count how much ammunition he had left.

Yesterday the "barbarians" also tried to launch three feints, two strong attacks, but without exception they were suppressed back.

Today they calmed down a lot, except for the occasional gunshot through the snow, there was basically no new action.

There's an electric kettle at hand, and there's nothing better than a hot cup of cocoa in a weather like this...... Of course, he just thinks about this kind of thing, since he crawled out of the dormant bin, he hasn't seen these good things that were everywhere before the war.

A pinch of shriveled inferior tea leaves is sprinkled in boiling water, and this variant of tea from a tea plantation near the Sixth Block has a nice name, drunken tea. Just soak it in boiling water for a while to create a plausible flavor of wine.

Not only is it intoxicating, but it also warms the stomach.

These things are the favorite of the middle class and the most expensive luxury they can enjoy. If it weren't for the generosity of the marshal, they wouldn't have had a chance to enjoy it.

If he paid for it himself, he would definitely be reluctant.

Reaching out the binoculars, Hu Cheng cautiously leaned against the edge of the pit and confirmed the defense line on the opposite side.

"Very good, it seems that the people over there are also too cold to stand it. Muttering, Hu Cheng put the telescope into the pocket of his winter suit, sat back on the ammunition box with his hands down, turned off the power of the electric kettle, took the steel cup and poured half a cup for himself, and drank it in his arms.

He had never seen such a cold winter, nor had he ever seen such eerie snow. By the time he woke up from cryo-dormancy, the hardest decade had passed. Listen to the old man who has experienced the most difficult years after the war, this is the legendary nuclear winter?

Drunken tea also has the benefit of being able to effectively alleviate radiation levels.

After drinking tea, Hu Cheng glanced at the parameters on the EP on the radiation value and the iodine stock, rebuilt it and returned to the machine gun position, holding his hand on the grip and moving down.

At this moment, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a few green shadows from the opposite position.

The glasses narrowed slightly, and Hu Cheng muttered quietly as he took out the binoculars from his pocket.

"Probably misunderstood......

Lifting the binoculars, he leaned his eyes in.

For a moment, he saw the shadow of a mutant. Is it too tired? It's possible that he hasn't closed his eyes well these days.

The telescope fell on the snowdrift, and Hu Cheng opened his mouth blankly.

Is it really a mutant, a mutant?

How is this possible?!

However, the other side did not give him time to reminisce about the shock. Accompanied by a series of dense cannon fires, the mutant soldier with C-shaped steel on his body charged at the NAC's position with rifles.

Hu Cheng reflexively buried his head, and there was a whistle that broke through the air, and the shell exploded about ten meters behind the foxhole.

The flying shrapnel scraped down the electric kettle, and it was too late to feel sorry for the hot tea that had not been drunk, sweeping away the snow on his body, Hu Cheng threw himself on the side of the machine gun, hurriedly opened the safe, and vented the muzzle fire at the charging mutants!

Bullets splattered in a series of sparks on the steel armor, and from the bending trajectory, it was clear that the rain of bullets did not penetrate the simple and crude armor.

"Damn it!"

An inexplicable panic rose in his heart, Hu Chengyi gritted his teeth, ripped off the bullet chain on the machine gun, hurriedly replaced the armor-piercing warhead, and once again vented his fire on those mutants who charged hard.

The recoil shattered the ice pick attached to the edge of the concrete bunker, and his muscles ached. The rate of fire of the machine gun was much slower, but it was more than a little more powerful. Many of the mutants' armor was knocked to the ground by the accumulated ammunition and torn to pulp by the rain of bullets, but many more mutants still rushed into the first line of defense of the NAC, and engaged the soldiers crouching behind the trenches!

Even if they are shot several times and their internal organs are crumbled into pulp, these mutants will not die instantly, and their simple-minded people will be far more difficult to kill when they kill Red Eye.

The Viper drones and reptilian robots were dispatched urgently, but the EMP weapons projected by the First Legion on the opposite side caused a lot of trouble for these machine units. Although it does not destroy directly, the side effect of overloading the circuit can bring the operation of vipers and reptiles to a standstill.

A mutant rushed directly below the machine gun position where Hu Cheng was, avoiding the maximum depression angle of the machine gun. Through the blizzard, he could even see the hateful face, and the harath that froze at the edge of his mouth.

"Die, you disgusting greenskins!"

Hu Cheng roared, grabbed the rifle embedded with the bayonet from the side, leaned out of the bunker, and stabbed the mutant in the head condescendingly. Several bullets landed next to him, and the cement and ice chips scraped off a shallow trail of blood on his face.

The bayonet did not stab the mutant in the face, but stuck in its arm.

However, he didn't flinch, and slashed sideways at the mutant's arm.

The mutant let out a painful roar, the rifle in his hand fell to the side, but the other hand reflexively felt the inferior machete on his waist and swung it towards Hu Cheng.

Shrinking his head to dodge the blow, grasping its exposed flaws, Hu Cheng aimed the muzzle of the gun at its hateful face, and pulled the trigger desperately.

With the flames that burst from the muzzle, the orange-yellow trajectory shot into the snow with bloody arrows, sizzling white mist. Machine gun fire from across the river was fired at this side, suppressing Hu Cheng back behind the machine-gun position. More and more mutants rushed up the frozen river, rifles firing as they went.

Just as he was anxiously preparing to shoot, a piercing scream suddenly broke out in the air.

Before he could react, rows of exploding flames burst on the ice, carrying snow mist, ice chips, and large sections of ice into the air for tens of meters. By the time everything had dispersed, the entire river had fallen apart, and large sections of ice were slowly drifting with the current.

There was still no trace of mutants, and only a few explosions of gunpowder smoke remained on the shattered ice, which did not dissipate for a long time in this howling wind and snow......

"Well played!"

A punch slammed into the cement wall, looking at the river, Hu Cheng shouted excitedly.

Although he also knew that this shattered ice would be refrozen by this overwhelming blizzard in less than a day. But at least for the next dozen or so hours, he didn't have to worry about this section of his defense zone, even if he relied on the machine gun to take a nap, there would be no problem......

It had been a long time since he had closed his eyes.

It's just that he was still confused before he fell asleep.

Those mutants...... What's going on?(To be continued.) )