"Check your seat belts and get ready for takeoff. Closing the cockpit door, Chu Nan, who was sitting in the driver's seat, said casually.

"Rest assured, it's been checked. Jiang Chen, who was wearing a mechanical exoskeleton, knocked on his shoulder and smiled at him.

"It's the process then, go. With that, Chu Nan turned on the engine switch, and then motioned to the "apprentice" sitting in the passenger seat to help him pay attention to the dial on the right side.

Woo!

There was a hum of high-voltage electricity outside the cabin, and with the help of the violent vortex current, the Yunzhi-51 began to rise slowly.

Sitting opposite Jiang Chen was the gunner, a young man in an orange protective suit, who saw that the leader of the base was sitting opposite him, and the expression on his face was slightly shy.

"Don't be nervous. Jiang Chen smiled casually and said.

"Yes!" the young man shouted, trying to stand up and salute, but was comically pulled back from his seat belt.

Haha smiled, Jiang Chen waved his hand, signaling that he didn't need to be polite, and turned his gaze out the window.

The snow stopped, but the snow did not melt.

This was the first time he had overlooked the entire Wanghai City from above.

A world covered in silver, the whole city sparkles in the morning light. The dazzling brilliance seemed to dispel the haze of radioactive dust in the air.

If it weren't for the zombies dotted on the streets, and the unhealthy haze, he would have almost forgotten that he was in the last days, not a northern snow city.

"From that point of view, the city is pretty beautiful. Looking out the window, Jiang Chen said casually.

"The first time I saw it, it was really shocking. If you fly every day, you'll get used to it. Chu Nan teased.

"Really?" Jiang Chen smiled and said noncommittally.

The ground forces have already set off first.

Five Tiger hunters, one Raider infantry vehicle loaded with supplies, thirty light infantry armed with Ripper rifles, and two snipers armed with ghost sniper rifles.

The destination is Shenxiang Town, and this time it will be the first battle of the Fish Bone Base against the mutants.

Originally, it was okay for Jiang Chen not to come, but considering that he wanted to take in these more than 700 captives, it would be better for the leader of the Fish Bone Base to come forward and say something.

And. Looking down at this battlefield from above, he still has some expectations.

"Imminent exposure to radioactive fallout, wearing a mask. As he spoke, Chu Nan pulled down the mask of his flying helmet.

"Roger. ”

Jiang Chen pressed a few times on the mechanical exoskeleton. Then he took the helmet from the chair next to him and inserted the connector into the card slot on the neckline

It's snowing, but this level of cold is as insignificant to mutants as a spring breeze.

Even if they are naked, they can stand in the freezing cold. Ignoring the violent wind and snow, he vented his fire with the rifle in his hand.

They are born warriors, self-proclaimed supreme, and the terminators of old civilizations.

However, even though they are not afraid of the cold, the winter expedition is still an extremely difficult thing for them.

The stronger the body, the greater the consumption of materials. The west of the Zhufeng Highway was buried by heavy snow, and it was difficult for vehicles to pass, which undoubtedly added to the burden on the already short supply line.

There are only two options in front of the mutants.

First, send an advance team to set up an outpost in Shenxiang Town on the other side of the Taipu River, and then send a large force to Wanghai City.

Two. Wait for the spring of the next year to march to Wanghai City.

There is no possibility of reconciliation between mutants and humans, and once encountered, it will be a never-ending decisive battle. The mutant leadership is still cautious about the conflict between the invasion of Wanghai City and the local human forces. Different from the scattered survivors in Jiashi, as a wartime hot spot, Wanghai City is entrenched in many survivor bases that have inherited the black technology in the field of military industry before the war.

If they had to clash with the human forces, mutants would prefer to clash in the winter.

If you wait until the beginning of spring next year, the mutants' combat power advantage in the cold environment will not be reflected. At the same time, those hungry xenos who wake up from hibernation will also make a trip to the city center troublesome.

Due to the above factors, the mutants have chosen option one for the time being.

Although the road from No. 7 to Shenxiang Town was blocked by heavy snow. However, the road from Shenxiang Town to Wanghai City is in good condition. As long as an outpost of stockpiling supplies is established in Shenxiang Town, the pressure on the supply line will be greatly relieved, and the winter expedition will be possible.

As a result, the captives in Shenxiang Town were not immediately escorted back. Instead, they were forced into labor by the mutants who occupied the area to build fortifications.

Outside Shenxiang Town, the reinforced concrete fence is first outlined.

The road is littered with wood shards that once served as barriers and bunkers on the main and secondary roads outside the town. However, when the mutants arrived, these fragile obstacles did not give the survivors huddled behind cover a sense of security.

Steel-clad monsters carry machine guns, and a raging storm of bullets destroys the psychological defenses of every defender.

Not far from here there is a low-rise bungalow. The whitewashed concrete walls had been cut in half by recoilless cannons. The remnants of the walls were covered with hideous bullet marks, and the blood stains on the wooden floor of the house were still visible.

The survivors who stayed behind cover were unable to inflict even a single casualty on the onslaught mutants. By the time the first mutant stepped over the wooden bunker, the survivors had already left a dozen corpses on the ground and had to surrender with a white flag.

The corpses of the recalcitrant were picked up with wooden spears and hung in the snow, subjected to the erosion of the wind and snow, and the bites of mutant rats. Like a banner, it proclaims the dictatorship and cruelty of the victors.

Wang Ping watched coldly at the frail humans, dragging cement blocks and steel bars on the snow with difficulty, adding bricks and tiles to their outpost.

"Hurry up, damn maggots, who allowed you to stop, huh?" a hideous-looking mutant whipped his whip in his hand, cursing beside the slaves. From time to time, the whip in his hand swept away at the ragged figure, regardless of whether the victim had made a mistake or not.

The frightened faces made him instinctively happy.

Physiological pleasure can no longer be obtained, and the male hormones in the whole body can only be vented through primitive violence.

"Locke, don't kill people, even maggots, it's worth entertaining us. Wang Ping walked up to the overseer's side, grinned with fangs, and looked at the boy lying on the snow, undisguised the disgust and ridicule in his eyes.

Mutants will rename themselves after being "given a new lease of life". Abandon the corrupt ethics with your own surname.

"Haha!" Locke laughed as he raised the whip in his hand, "Cowards, show me Lao Tzu." ”

The men carrying the cement bags stopped one after another.

There are men. There are women, there are old people, and there are children.

The white mist was swirling, but it couldn't hide the frightened eyes. But they don't scream, and they don't get angry. The cold had made their facial nerves unconscious, and the mutants' bloodlust had made them forget what dignity was.

Looking at the numb faces with satisfaction, Locke looked down at the boy who was trembling and curled up in the snow, and with a cruel smile, he lifted his foot and stepped on the immature face.

"Ahh

The boy's father stood aside, his shoulders trembling and his eyes bloodshot.

The mutant standing next to him was holding a rifle. His eyes playfully looked at the slaves who were suffering humiliation. For the lack of entertainment, their favorite thing to do is to tease and insult the captives who are powerless to resist.

The FEV virus is magical, and its magic lies in the fact that it can make the modified person forget the reluctance of the past and enjoy the kuai brought about by evolution. He doesn't remember his hatred for mutants at all, and willingly blends into this new camp, hating the old race that doesn't want to accept evolution.

"Don't-!" a shrill scream pierced the silence, and a woman with a disheveled hair threw herself on the snow, clinging to the mutant's feet, desperately trying to save the boy who had been trampled underfoot.

The "Mommy" boy's eyeballs protruded from the squeezing, and the corners of his mouth squirmed weakly.

Locke looked down at the woman coldly. stared coldly at the pleading and despair in her eyes.

"Fuck off. Cold words came out.

Locke lifted the foot that had stepped on the boy's face and kicked her hard in the chest, kicking the woman flying.

Climbing up from the snow with difficulty, the corners of the woman's mouth were bloodshot. Coughing.

However, her eyes did not look at Locke, but at the child, who had been liberated from his feet.

A gentle smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and the woman crawled over to the child.

For some reason, looking at the expression on this woman's face, Locke felt very angry.

"Stop. He commanded arrogantly.

The woman ignored him and moved her arm tremblingly. Rub in the direction of the child. Seeing his mother approaching him, the boy's face showed an expression as if he had been saved.

Just then, a gun was held against her head.

The woman looked up in a daze, a miserable smile on her face.

"Yes, can you not be here. She pleaded in a trembling voice.

From the moment she burst out of the crowd, she knew where she was going to end. Anyone who dares to disobey them dies, without exception.

If possible, she didn't want to die in front of her children.

The corners of Locke's mouth raised a sinister smile of disdain, this person actually wanted to negotiate terms with him?

"Let her go. ”

A man stood up, his legs and shoulders trembling, and Locke pouted disdainfully.

"I'm willing to die for her. This sentence seemed to exhaust the courage of his whole body.

The woman looked at the man, her eyes wide, and her face lost its blood.

The parched lips opened and closed, drifting out of a feeble pleading.

"No, to—"

"Then you should die. Locke raised his hand and a shot was taken, and the bullet pierced his chest, even wounding the old man behind him.

"Ahh

The crowd screamed and stirred, the woman screamed heartbreakingly, and the boy stared at his father lying in the snow.

Looking at the woman who crawled onto her husband, Locke's face showed a sickly but satisfied smile.

He raised his gun and was about to execute the woman who dared to dirty his feet.

But at this moment, Wang Ping, who was standing aside, gently stretched out his hand and put it on the muzzle of his gun. (To be continued.) )