The cold wind raged through the streets, ravaging decaying walls and broken shop windows. www.biquge.info The snow that fell like a natural disaster was like a thick fog of physical existence, shrouding the whole city in an oppressive gray cloud.

This is the city of Take.

In previous years, if it was this time, it would never be so cold, but this year is a little special.

On the street, there were only three or three zombies left, standing like ice sculptures because their muscles and corpse oil were frozen. It's really unimaginable that they, who have been frozen into this appearance, can still hunt live people at the beginning of spring.

In the face of such zombies, generally no one will pay attention. The X1 bacteria on the back of the neck are unable to accumulate energy through photosynthesis, and even if they cut open the brains of these zombies, they will not be able to get half a subcrystal. Only hungry mutant rats will bite the living dead, and their stomach bands don't have to worry about indigestion.

The whole street, except for the dead silence, is still dead silence......

Leaning against the observation hole of the watchtower, Hu Cheng tightened the rifle in his hand, and looked at the empty ice through the bulletproof glass of the observation hole. The wind and snow were howling in the sky, so much so that he began to wonder if his work was meaningful.

With such a heavy snowfall, will the people from the United Nations really come?

The watchtower was built on the roof of a bell tower not far from the river, and the outside was camouflaged wood, which looked like a dilapidated shack from a distance. Behind the timber is a real concrete bunker, which can block the heat source and life signal in the bunker, and can also resist direct fire from tank shells.

Hiding in such a bunker, if it wasn't walked into, it was almost impossible to find out that this was a sentry post.

Faced with the same scene, Hu Cheng yawned and rested his rifle against the window.

At this moment, on the street where the wind and snow were howling, a pitch-black figure gradually walked in.

Hu Cheng reflexively raised the muzzle of the gun, but soon he lowered the muzzle of the gun again, and instead took two steps forward happily, lowered the ladder for the man who was walking towards him, and put him up.

The door was opened with a sting, ice slag fell on the heavy cold-proof suit, and the middle-aged man's face was frozen wax red, and while putting the insulated lunch box in his hand on the table, he removed the hat that was almost glued to his head, and said with a scolding.

“…… Damn, don't point that at me next time. If you go off, just wait for the zombies out there with broken brains to bring you food. ”

"Hehe, isn't this my routine?" Hu Cheng couldn't wait to open the lid of the lunch box, looking at the steaming braised pork and white rice, he couldn't help but move his index finger, and before he had time to take off his gloves, he grabbed the chopsticks and pulled them into his mouth indiscriminately.

"Go to the special routine, do you really think those barbarians in the northwest will come here to make trouble when they are full?" As soon as the ammunition bag was put on the ground, Deng Wenjie glanced at his comrades-in-arms, pulled over a chair and sat down, took out a bottle of wine from his pocket, unscrewed the lid and took a sip carefully.

"Hehe, those barbarians won't run this way if they can eat enough......" Smelling the smell of wine, Hu Cheng's eyes were suddenly glued to the wine bottle in the hands of his comrades-in-arms, rubbing his hands and laughing, "This, Lao Deng, look ......"

"Don't talk," Deng Wenjie waved his hand and stuffed the wine bottle back into his pocket, "You stand guard and drink a fart wine." ”

"Cut, aren't you also on duty?"

"I need it for work. Deng Wenjie glared and protected the wine bottle in his pocket, "Why don't we change positions?"

"Damn!"

Hu Cheng drew a middle finger at this stinky guy, and scolded a few words in his heart for being too shameless, and finally gave up his plan to beg for two sips of wine.

After settling the lunch in front of him, Hu Cheng raised his sleeve and wiped his oil-stained mouth, got up from the stool, and lifted the rifle leaning against the table.

Standing next to the observation hole, Deng Wenjie frowned and looked in the direction of the ice.

"What are you looking for, not going to send supplies to the next outpost?" walked to the side of his comrade-in-arms with a full hiccups, and Hu Cheng raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder.

"What's on the ice?" Deng Wenjie pointed to the surface of the Han River not far away, and frowned.

"Ice?" Hu Cheng was stunned, took out a telescope from his pocket, stuck it on the windshield and looked out.

It didn't matter what he looked like, he was so frightened that he pressed Deng Wenjie's head down from the window.

"What are you doing—"

His head was pressed, and Deng Wenjie was about to scold, but he met the eyes of his comrades-in-arms who were staring at him with shock.

"It's a sleigh in the Coalition Zone......! They, they're really coming!"

……

On the ice, dozens of sleds sped across the NAC's cordon in Vu in a matter of seconds.

Heavy machine guns of terrible caliber were mounted at the front of the vehicle, and soldiers dressed in polar camouflage drove the sled in pairs, forming the vanguard of the pathfinder. Far behind are groups of snow transporters, lightly armored bottoms with thick load-bearing wheels that can move as freely as the wind on the ice, which is more than a meter thick.

Just as they were driving in, a flash of fire erupted from a building on the shore.

The columnar projectile cut a trajectory in the air that shattered the snowflakes, and suddenly slammed into the ice nearly a meter thick.

"Boom!"

The ice shattered without suspense, and the cobweb-like cracks spread out in an instant, and the huge potholes directly swallowed the sled that could no longer be stopped. However, the sudden attack of the NAC did not cause the vanguard to panic for a moment, and they were seen to spread out in all directions in an orderly manner, still maintaining the momentum of rushing forward, directly breaking through the range of the electromagnetic cannon.

The convoy that was immediately behind the sled formation slowed down and turned towards the streets on both sides of the Han River. At the same time, soldiers dressed in polar camouflage jumped out of the carriage and ran into the street with rifles. Judging by their swift movements, it is clear that this reflexive snow force is also equipped with enhanced armaments such as mechanical exoskeletons.

However, the people of NAC are not vegetarians either, and at the same time as they dispersed, a series of screams covered the howling of the blizzard, and the dense barrage covered the ice, and the snow dust and ice chips suddenly covered the river, and the impact of the explosion almost tore this layer of ice more than a meter apart!

The dense barrage obviously caught the people in the United Command Zone off guard, and those who had escaped the shelling had not yet taken their breath, and the scream that broke through the air immediately covered it.

This time, the bomb hit the streets on both sides of the Han River, targeting the trucks and soldiers who had jumped ashore from the river.

On the roof of the building not far away, Wang Zhaowu held a telescope, overlooking the battle situation five thousand meters away, his brows slightly locked.

Although the battle situation was one-sided, it was surprising that in this first contact, the NAC, which had artillery cover, did not take advantage.

The soldiers of the second echelon deployed on the river used explosives to blow up the ice and block the sled formation that was racing all the way. The two sides engaged in a fierce exchange of fire under the bridge across the river, and tracer bullets weaved a net almost in the air.

In half an hour, the vanguard was completely wiped out, and the soldiers in the United Command Area began to retreat.

Wang Zhaowu ordered the pursuit to be halted and the defensive line was consolidated on the spot, and the battle ended there.

He put down the binoculars, but his mood was not relaxed.

The size of this force was only 500 people, and apart from the dozens of sleds, there was no trace of heavy vehicles in sight. According to the intelligence from the rear, this time his opponent was the First Army Corps of the United Command District, with a scale of more than 10,000 people and countless armored units.

The first contact ended in a victory for the NAC, but the real war had just begun.

He had a hunch that it was destined to be a tough battle. (To be continued.) )