In the eyes of the first glimmer of dawn into the eyes of the first stacked building area of the shopkeepers, countless rays of the sun pierced into it, and now the sun will not play any false tricks, for thousands of years, the ozone layer has filtered out the scorching ultraviolet rays in the light, but this does not mean that the flaming red planet hundreds of millions of kilometers away is a harmless balloon for individuals and animals, on the contrary, as long as it is willing, one day in the distant future, this planet will be its meal after all.

Then let's start the countdown.

The moment he jumped out of the dawn, Simon opened his eyes, he silently lifted the futon, exposed his sturdy body in the cold air, turned on the electric light, he poured a little clean water into the sink, just soaked the towel and water glass, Simon looked at the extremely familiar body in the mirror. He put on his short-sleeved jacket, stuffed his backpack into a camouflage net, and together with Peter, he counted his weapons and ammunition for the last time, and then wrapped them carefully, although it was early in the morning, and the residents of the Stacked Buildings who were busy with their livelihoods had already begun their day.

The jeep stopped outside the door of the polar bar, and the five mercenaries were ready to go, and sat in the car, and the cockscomb-headed mercenary named Marco grinned and showed a mouthful of yellowed front teeth, and said, "Head, your car is not an ordinary cargo." ”

"Spoils of war are always perfect, especially for the living." Simon replied that having a vehicle in the Steel City was a symbol of strength and status, not to mention the artillery jeep that had been specially modified by the Crusaders, and the body was covered with barbed wire, which could detonate the metal jet of armor-piercing bullets in advance in wartime to interfere with the shooting height. In the city, it educates the homeless with poor eyesight that it is more worthwhile to pay a small amount of money to the family than to wake up a big person.

Driving to Jonathan's gathering place, Simon lowered the body baffle, which was filled with baskets of cheap black bread, mole meat, and third-grade purified water. According to the rules of mercenary behavior, before the war begins, you must have a full meal, so that those who know that they will use it as blood and blood consumables will willingly go into battle, and if they refuse, the remaining half of the commission will be beaten by chickens and eggs.

Jonathan carried the food basket on his shoulders, and under the urgency of a full stomach, as soon as the basket landed, the recruitment of the homeless group instantly fought for me, but before seeing the enemy, he fought hard and broke his head, Jonathan shouted violently and shouted: "Everyone has a share, all line up for Lao Tzu!" That's how the situation was put to rest.

"Three kilometers away from K82, we enter on foot, Mickey, you take ten people as a frontal feint, I will give appropriate fire support as appropriate, Ramirez, you take five people into the water in advance, make a detour to the Great Lake for a sneak attack...... Simon scattered a circle of cigarettes for the five mercenaries, took out Zhibao and lit them one by one, and simply made a plan. In the mission briefing, even if the K82 mob has many guns, it does not mean that they are strong-willed, as long as the attacker knocks out their morale and disarmed.

The mercenaries dispersed, Simon/Leaned back to the car and smoked, and Pete leaned over and said, "Give me a cigarette." The boy said, Simon was slightly surprised, opened the cigarette case, Peter took a deep breath to himself, and said sideways: "The plan didn't go well?" He pointed to the homeless people who were gobbling up breakfast, and said that inside and outside the city, filling their stomachs is the basic difference. Once one of the most fertile areas on the planet, the barren wasteland could no longer support the humans who depended on it, and now it had to pay an increasingly heavy price for a full meal and a small reward, what else could there be? Nothing is their own blood and flesh.

"Didn't go well?" Simon raised his chin and tickled, sat in the driver's seat, opened the door ajar, and said meaningfully, "Then we can save money." Peter had an M16 on his shoulder. As long as there are mold materials, a small workshop can also produce AR series rifles with good quality, while AK series rifles need to be backed by large-scale assembly line factories. Steel City was expanded from a shelter to keep a large amount of military surplus, and the equipment dismantled by the Guards came to the market, and an M16A4 was much cheaper than the AKM, and it could be purchased after two days of work at the nuclear waste treatment plant.

"I thought you were better at it than I was." Simon covered his hand and lit a cigarette, and during his spare time before the war, Simon preferred to stay alone in the playroom and watch pastoral movies all day, and sometimes Juliana would video chat about extremely unnutritious topics, but after her death, Simon's remaining preference became drinking. So for him, the current life is not particularly boring. "Dead man's scenes? I'm not sure now. Peter said. The boy has never broken Simon's pre-war identity.

"It's also a good thing to be used to, and when you reach my age, you'll understand." Simon patted the boy on the back of the neck and shouted, "Let's go!" ”

Simon did not stop the homeless people from picking up the jeep to save effort, seeing that he was a talkative employer, the jeep was quickly filled with people, and even the hood only left a short line for the driver, what is the depth of the armor-piercing shells of the land tank? 800MM？ How many layers of brick walls can the main gun of a heavy infantry vehicle penetrate at a distance of kilometers? These numbers gradually became irrelevant, because no one in the Iron City could possess mechanized equipment except for the parliamentary army. SO SIMON IS FACING A 20MM MACHINE GUN AT MOST, AND THE THIN IRON SHEET CAN'T BLOCK THE CANNONBALLS OF ARM LENGTH, BUT THE SITUATION HAS CHANGED A LITTLE WITH A LAYER OF HUMAN ARMOR, WHICH IS BETTER THAN NOTHING? It's better than nothing.

Besides, among the thirty people, there is always a few people alone, right?

Sixty years after leaving the Black Road, the land of the Great Lakes Industrial Zone, which had suffered from concentrated nuclear air explosions, was still sickly black. Water is a necessary resource that humans in the wasteland always desire, but the silted poisonous pools in the black earth will only drink to quench their thirst unless they die of thirst in order to have a little comfort. The Wilderness Wind had blown down the radiation signs, and the vast majority of the bones belonged to humans, and the creatures of the wasteland would not have chosen such a poisonous area to hunt. Once the weather changes abruptly and toxic substances are involved in a radiation storm, residents in the city still have public evacuation facilities, while the displaced people outside the city who rely on the shadow of the steel city have no way to escape.

Simon took out the anti-radiant and distributed it to the homeless who volunteered to part ways with Ramirez to raid the lower lake. In contrast to the black earth, Lake Erie is plastered with a comforting and magnificent blue lake, like the sea and the Atlantic Ocean. But even the most seasoned steel fishermen are afraid to sail into the depths to fish, and as the distance from the shore grows, the fish and shrimp catch become larger and larger, unsettling and frightening. Before the war, the Loch Ness Monster was the puzzle of the century, and now? Mutant monsters tens of meters long occupy the sea dominance, near the shore, are the prey, and the far shore is the hunter. In the dark, the hunter's prey is always changing, probably the bad taste of the world.

Around noon, the K82 gathering place appeared in Simon's high-powered scope, and sentries with old-fashioned rifles on makeshift towers watched their surroundings vigilantly. Hiding the jeep behind the rugged ups and downs, under the care of Peter, Simon was at the end of the group, Jonathan and the mercenaries pinned down the two ends of the team to prevent the team from collapsing if attacked, and the guns were concentrated only in the hands of the Jonathan settlers, and the rest were issued two earth/made grenades.

All of them were draped in tan camouflage linen, and in the wilderness, the human eye could control a radius of several kilometers, but the resolution was far from perfect, and Simon's team calmly touched the range of one kilometer outside the K82 gathering place, and they could stick as close as they could. Except for the sudden attack, the number of people, guns, and terrain, Simon does not have an advantage, he can only believe in his marksmanship and luck?

A 7.62 bullet crossed a distance of 900 meters in one and a half seconds. The crisp and impactful sound of the gunfire came belatedly, and a small finger-thick hole was immediately added to the forehead of an armed homeless person, and the kinetic energy of the bullet directly lifted half of the braincase, and within milliseconds, the person who was shot was pronounced brain dead, and died painlessly and senselessly, and the person behind the deceased was splashed with a large pool of red and white mixed liquid, even if the person reacted quickly and lay down, but the paint jar overturned. Second shot, "Ping-Pong!" ”

The two gunshots from the watchtower alerted the K82 mob, and in an instant, a heavy machine gun roared with great regularity, spitting tongues of fire wantonly, and the attacking side of the German attack was completely suppressed on the ground, and the smell of blood spread across the battlefield, and several weak-legged homeless people ran away in a daze, and one was shot down by the mercenaries of the Warlord, so the escapees actually envied their comrades who were instantly blown into a blood mist by 12.7mm machine gun bullets. What awaits him is only the exiles who died of pain and blood loss and lost their combat power, it is not worth wasting a bullet, a bullet is worth three coins, and the exiles are not worth it.

Simon hid in a pit, the crosshair of the high-powered scope snapped into the machine gun shooter, "Da~" M110A4's excellent bolt design absorbs the disembowel noise very well, and the silencer/device has changed the ejection sound effect, the shoulder is slightly back, before the cartridge casing falls into the collection bag, the machine gun is dumb, Jonathan hammered the ground hard, and roared: "Well done!" Marco, who led the assault team, picked up his gun and fired a barrage of bursts of shots, shouting, "Bunnies! Go with Lao Tzu to rob women! ”

This shout exploded the courage of the homeless, and the breakfast with excitement began to stimulate the impulse in his mind, the homeless screamed frantically and pushed forward in the face of the scattered defenders' firepower, Jonathan wore a full set of steel armor, and the giant was holding the extremely large shotgun after the modification, he didn't need to be on the head, the bright gun flame and the dense steel balls were the perfect match! In just a few minutes, the assault team approached the fence of the trench outside the settlement!

"I miss you." Compared with the sniper rifle of the early 20th century and its predecessors, the increased chamber pressure of the M110A4 makes it possible to achieve an effective killing range of two thousand meters under ordinary ammunition.

The guard tower machine gun was full of corpses, both men and women, this was an extremely efficient killing weapon, and this scene had long been seen by Simon.