This is a place where there should be four seasons, but in this new era of "Vientiane Renewal", although there are still four seasons on the earth, the meaning is very different.

Spring means awakening, from winged tigers and rock-piercing dragons to blood-sucking mosquitoes and fluorescent beetles, they will wake up from their slumber, and they are naturally particularly ferocious after being hungry for a whole winter.

The little creatures of the bloodsucking mosquito are not much more dangerous than the winged tiger, and God knows how many kinds of plagues can kill people quickly in this era, and almost every type of bacteria or viruses has the bloodsucking mosquito as the most suitable carrier. And every year, the number of plagues increases rapidly. The profession of a doctor has never been so important, nor has it ever been so powerless. However, spring is still the best season.

Summers are scorchingly hot, and the intense ultraviolet rays in the sun are deadly to most living things, even mutated animals or humans. Autumn is no longer the harvest season, and the grain and fruits of the old era have long been extinct because they are not adapted to the new environment, so all living things need to worry about food. Most of the plants that can thrive happily in the harshest environments are even more dangerous than the stone dragon. As for winter, the only thing to consider is not starving to death before spring arrives.

Thin gray clouds in the sky kept changing, revealing a very beautiful blue sky, and the sunlight poured down like fire on the earth, which was parched by the heat.

As soon as the sun fell, Turner dropped the goggles from his helmet.

These individual goggles from an old era filter out bright light and ultraviolet rays to protect the eyes. Although the ultraviolet rays are now many times stronger than in the past, the surviving humans are also adapting to the new environment, and those delicate humans have long since become dry bones in the wilderness. The ultraviolet rays that shine through the goggles are strong enough to blind, but for Turner, it's just a little too dazzling. The eight soldiers who followed him were also strong enough, and although the sunlight at this time would make them uncomfortable, it would not affect their movements.

Turner rested his right hand on the refurbished M3A automatic rifle, looked at the surrounding terrain, gestured with his left hand, and the team followed him. Each soldier in the team wears camouflage uniforms, is armed with an automatic rifle, and contains a grenade gun. Although the uniforms of the soldiers are somewhat shabby, and the styles of weapons are not uniform, ranging from the elite M3A of the old era to the popular AK series, it still shows that they are a real army, not a random patchwork of mob bandits. This army has ranks, tactics, logistics, training, and most importantly, it is certainly not a small organization that can afford to raise such an army.

Forty-three-year-old Turner has nearly two decades of military experience and is a good officer to rely on. At this moment, he led the team to walk on a bare mountain ridge, which had the advantage of having a good line of sight, and he could take in the range of more than ten kilometers. As for whether there are woods that can block the sun, Turner doesn't care, and large areas of green often mean unpredictable dangers.

The howl of a rotting wolf echoed in the mountains, and Turner immediately looked in the direction of the wolf's howl, his pupils rapidly dilated and contracted, and the shape of his eyeballs changed slightly accordingly. Without a telescope, his gaze locked onto a few small black dots several kilometers away. Turner then raised the telescope, and in the lens, several gray-haired rotten wolves could be seen spinning around restlessly on the reddish-brown rocks, and from time to time they raised their heads to the sky and let out a few long howls.

Turner's range of vision is 1.5 times that of a normal person, at the cost of an evolutionary point, or to put it bluntly, a chance to genetically modify. The average person may only have one or two genetic improvements in their lifetime, and most people choose to strengthen their muscles or defend their bodies, but Turner has no regrets that he has used his evolutionary points for his eyesight. In the wilderness, being able to spot danger early means a little more chance of survival.

"Damn it! It looks like these guys have grown in size again. Turner cursed a few words, and led his men back into the valley.

These rotting wolves don't know what's going on, they actually come out in the daytime when the sun is so strong, they are used to walking nocturnally. Turner didn't need to know that, though, and it was enough to know from experience that there was a wolf's den in the valley. Summer is also the breeding season for rotting wolves, and at this time there should be a few weaned wolf cubs in the wolf den. His mission is to find out the mutation of rotten wolves and other creatures in the area, to see if there are any new unknown creatures, and to bring back the carcasses of several rotten wolves every three months for the base to study.

Generally speaking, this task requires Turner and his men to walk in the wilderness for more than half a month, but it is not very difficult. In this desolate area with a radius of more than 100 kilometers, Turner already knew everything about what kind of creatures were suitable for living in the palm of his hand, and he could count them with his eyes closed. With the firepower of his nine-person team, even if he encountered a large wolf pack with hundreds of rotten wolves, he could completely cope with it.

The problem, however, is that in this day and age, everything is changing at a rapid pace. Turner is an adult rotten wolf that can be solved with only one bullet at first, but now often needs two or three bursts to kill. They're getting faster and stronger. In the words of the base research director, over the past 12 months, the average adult rotting wolf has increased its weight by 12%, muscle strength by 23%, agility by 18%, attack resistance by 35%, and resistance to radiation by 50%.

Turner, of course, could not remember, nor was he interested in memorizing, such precise and rigorous expressions, and his way of thinking was simpler: the rotting wolves were getting bigger and more dangerous, and his squad that used to be able to deal with a hundred and fifty rotten wolves could now only deal with a pack of no more than a hundred, and that's it. Although it seemed that everything was still under the control of the base, Turner's uneasiness became a little stronger every time he went on a mission. Can you imagine a rotting wolf as big as a tiger and as intelligent as a human? Turner had dreamed of this more than once.

A few kilometers of mountain trail is half an hour's journey for Turner and his team skilled in mountain warfare. Seeing the arrival of Turner and the others, the adult male rotting wolf on the mountain rock bowed down, bared his drooling fangs, and couldn't help but let out a low roar from his throat.

This is a very typical behavior of rotten wolves to protect their territory, indicating that they have a wolf den behind them, and there are many young wolves in it that have not yet been weaned and cannot keep up with the footsteps of the big wolf.

The territory of the rotting wolves is usually very large, and the valley full of caves may be the only one in this group of rotting wolves. Turner didn't want to search the caves one by one, he made a gesture, and a veteran behind him picked up an automatic rifle, and the first shot sent a rotten wolf flying in the air, and then the second shot followed, and all three bullets were fired into the rotting wolf's struggling body, knocking it over several times.

The rest of the rotting wolves whimpered, ignoring their companions, and fled into the valley with their tails between their legs.

Turner swung the M3A and said, "Lucas, it's up to you!" ”

"Understood!" A young man who looked to be in his early twenties took off his mask, revealing a nose that was twice as large as usual, sniffing all the way into the valley. Despite the pungent smell of rotting wolves everywhere in the valley, Lucas's nose was no worse than that of rotting wolves, and for him, the smell of each rotting wolf was so distinctive, plus they had just left, that he couldn't be mistaken.

The nine-man squad walked unhurriedly and gradually reached the middle of the valley. Their goal was clear, a cave a few hundred meters away, and a few dry bones could be seen at the mouth of the cave.

As always, Turner left two warriors to guard the entrance of the cave, and he led the rest of the warriors into the cave to search. He was not worried about ambushes, and in a small and deep cave, the high-rate-of-fire and high-power M3A was almost irresistible. What's more, five of the eight people brought this time are old birds who have gone on more than ten missions, and all of them have strengthened their genes at least once, which is enough to cope with any situation. Some of the team members have already begun to assemble simple animal cages, and a live rotting wolf wolf cub is worth more than ten dead wolves.

The cave is not deep, and I only walked more than thirty meters into it before I reached the end. However, there were only piles of dry grass except piles of dry bones, and there was no shadow of a wolf cub at all.

Turner's face was pale, and he stared at the haystack deadly, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but jump. Suddenly, he sliced through the haystack with the muzzle of his gun, revealing a foul rock underneath, and still no trace of a wolf cub.

"Lucas, you ......"

Someone had barely finished speaking before Turner rudely interrupted: "Shut the fuck up for me!" Lucas can't make a mistake! ”

Turner crouched down, pulled out his bayonet, picked up a ball of wolf dung that looked fresh, looked closely, stood up suddenly, pulled the bolt of the M3A apart with a bang, and shouted, "Fuck, it's a trap!" Let's go! ”

An old bird in the back followed up and said, "Hey! Boss, who set us a trap, don't tell me it's a rotten wolf! Haha......"

He laughed twice, and realized that there was no one around him, so he had to stop and shrug helplessly. He also smelled danger, but a joke like this should be a good way to relieve tension.

Turner quickened his pace and said in a low voice, "It's probably a rotten wolf!" God, I wish I was wrong! ”

They threw off their strides, and in a few steps they rounded the last bend and came to the mouth of the cave. However, the two people guarding the entrance of the cave bent over, trembled, and retreated step by step into the cave! Without saying a word, Turner rushed straight to the entrance of the cave, pulled the two men apart, and looked out of the cave.