All the way to the north, there was dust rolling all the way.

I saw that on the fairly flat wilderness, two dilapidated trucks couldn't stop roaring, struggling to crawl forward.

They are not much faster than a human walk.

The truck compartment was full of people, and even two people sat on top of the cab, armed with AK rifles that had been in fashion for more than a hundred years, and scanned the seemingly endless wilderness with alarm.

The truck was followed by more than 30 people, fat and thin, dressed in everything, and armed with all sorts of weapons, even gunpowder that could only be used to shoot birds. Their eyes glazed over, they walked mechanically forward in the sweltering heat.

In fact, the wolf-blood mercenaries come from a variety of sources, including Leng Feng and Zonia.

But one thing is that genetic mutation is not allowed.

At this time, the two trucks are at opposite ends of the line, the front is open, and the back is pressed to prevent the middle people from escaping.

Leng Feng held the eye-catching modified rifle in his arms, leaning against the baffle of the carriage, shaking as the vehicle moved.

He sat in the back of the truck and took a decent seat.

There were a few other people in the car who were on the side alone, like him, and they were all vicious guys.

As for the rest of the people in the car, they had to huddle together.

Those fierce-looking guys were all warriors with first-order abilities, and it could be said that no one in this improvised team wanted to provoke them.

And the cold wind that is much thinner in the body can also get the same treatment, which comes from the modified rifle in his hand.

These veterans who have survived many battles know that in the heat of battle, snipers can often save their lives.

They don't want to let the sniper's stamina be wasted on the road.

So the cold wind doesn't take much effort, you can sit on the truck and close your eyes and rest.

The Blue Devils are nothing more than a mob of transmutations. They are called Blue Devils due to nuclear radiation or other reasons, their blood mutates and turns blue. They are also out of survival and survival, robbing everywhere, especially like to rob those orthodox Chinese people.

Therefore, the Huaxia Guild was overwhelmed, so the person in charge of the guild decided to pay a lot of money and let the wolf blood mercenaries send troops to exterminate them.

But now, in the wasteland, due to anarchy, blue-blooded mobs and black-blooded mobs are everywhere, and they seem to be more and more numerous, and they will never be cleared out.

Therefore, although there are 100,000 yuan of earth coins for this task, the remuneration allocated to individuals is very meager.

For example, a soldier like Leng Feng who brings his own professional equipment and has the ability to get the first level of remuneration is only 100 yuan.

The armed vagrants who walked between the two trucks, with nothing but weapons and a relatively strong body, would be the first line of charge on the battlefield, and their remuneration would be no more than twenty yuan.

But there were still several times more people who signed up than needed, and most of them only had wooden sticks and steel bars as weapons.

The leader of the settlement had chosen only thirty armed displaced people, and his budget was very limited.

The meaning of money is different for everyone.

For these homeless people, twenty yuan means that they can not worry about food for a month, and as for housing, they can sleep everywhere in the wilderness. Some of the settlements are sheltered from the wind and rain.

And a hundred yuan is only the price of twenty modified bullets for cold wind.

Even if he doesn't go on a mission, when Cold Wind wanders alone in the wilderness, he will consume dozens of bullets a day.

Leng Feng is now completely poor, and he can't go back to the Huaxia Guild to take over the task, so he took over this task with a ridiculously low pay.

His heart beat vigorously, his body temperature rose rapidly, and in just a few seconds, the cold wind was fully awake from his near-hibernation state and into his pre-battle state. Several veterans in the same car were also old birds who had repeatedly struggled on the line of life and death, and when they saw the change in the cold wind, they immediately became alert and looked to both sides.

Click! Suddenly the sound of a dull and impactful gunshot rang out.

Immediately, there were several fist-sized holes in the body of the truck that hit the head, and a large dark red liquid was splashed on the glass of the cab, and the bloody air came to the nose.

The armed displaced people in the center of the convoy also fell in rows.

The commander of the team jumped out of the cab of the truck behind him, fell to the ground, and shouted: "Damn it! Heavy machine guns! Get down, bunnies, get down! Sniper, take out that son of a bitch for me!

The cold wind lay on the ground, and the earthy yellow cloak was very close to the color of the ground. But in a battlefield where bullets are flying, this does not guarantee safety, luck is the real guarantee.

The muzzle of the rifle erupted again, and one of the most ferocious assault rifles in the house immediately fell silent.

The sound of Cold Wind's sniper rifle was so shocking that each shot would drown down all the other shots.

And as soon as the guns go out, one of the enemies must lose their lives. And the frequency of this gunfire one after another does not at all look like the rate of fire that a sniper rifle should have, as if this sniper does not need to aim at all.

The morale of the armed personnel in the settlement was greatly boosted, and several veterans even jumped up from the ground, seized the opportunity of the holehole in the opponent's fire network, and outflanked the mob's hidden houses from both sides, preparing to wipe out the other side.

One enemy after another entered Sue's crosshairs and left one by one, their expressions different. And the black gaze of the cold wind is stable and calm, witnessing the passing of life one by one.

Click! The dull and panicked sound of heavy machine guns rang out again, and the two old birds that rushed in front immediately froze in the middle of the road, and several blood fountains erupted from their chests and backs. The others were once again pressed to the ground by the barrage of bullets, unable to lift their heads at all.

The cold wind moved the muzzle of the gun almost as soon as it heard the sound of a heavy machine gun, and put the shooting glove behind the window into the crosshairs.

However, the finger he pulled the trigger did not press down in the first place.

Manning the heavy machine gun was a little girl who looked to be only eleven or twelve years old, with a delicate face rarely seen in the mob, and large eyes with undried tears. She bit her lower lip as wisps of blood gushed down between her teeth, and the muzzle of her heavy machine gun lit up her hateful little face.

From the little girl's face, Leng Feng seemed to vaguely see another face, a little girl he almost thought he had forgotten.

In just a few seconds when the cold wind hesitated, another scream sounded on the battlefield, and a soldier lying on the ground was swept by a string of heavy machine gun bullets, and several blood fountains immediately spurted out.

The pupils of the cold wind shrank into a doji again, and the muzzle of the gun swung slightly, and the trigger was pulled. The modified bullet flew directly into the muzzle of the heavy machine gun with a tongue of fire with a huge kinetic energy!

The roar of the heavy machine gun stopped suddenly. Then it exploded, and the red-hot parts splattered in all directions!

The little girl stood for a few seconds, then fell backwards. On her forehead, a heavy machine gun was deeply embedded in it.

The cold wind buried his face heavily in the gunpowder-smelling earth.

The battle was soon over.