The sky peeks through the cracks in the shadow of the towering trees, but the yellowing of the foliage is a sign that autumn is coming to an end and winter is approaching.

It was a difficult time.

"Convoy, stop at the next marker, we're going to go into the fence." Ryan was behind the wheel with one hand, his eyes fixed on the straight ahead, and even the sudden shock of the rough road didn't make the experienced crawler driver drift in the slightest.

Ryan snapped the walkie-talkie next to his shoulder and replied, "Roger." Then he patted the co-pilot. said, "Give me the hammer." ”

"Look, that's how the joystick has to be handled." Ryan held the hammer and called the deputy who didn't have a beard in his mouth to watch it carefully, and then slammed the lever, which was difficult to break with his hand alone, and the tracked car suddenly let out a tooth-sore gear "crunch" sound, and then the speed of the car fell to 20 kilometers per hour.

"Lord Jesus, what if our tanks shifted gears like this?" The young deputy sighed, put his hand on the window, and looked at the wild vegetation on the side of the road that could hide the tracked car, but the deputy would not roll down the window to touch it no matter how curious he was. Because the first lesson of all Poseidon transporters is that it is strictly forbidden to open windows on the way.

Poseidon's Half Moon Bay base is located in the Gulf of Mexico, far away from the wasteland, and the bulk materials produced from the main base can only be transferred to the Mayport base by sea and then continue to go north with various tracked vehicles, the reason for the use of tracked vehicles is of course not that the Poseidon are idle and panic and want to retro, but that the road system that has been unmaintained for 60 years has completely collapsed, and the passage called the road is nothing more than a dirt road that is forcibly flattened by heavy vehicles, and once it encounters the rainy season in the south, it will turn into an ocean. At that time, all wheeled vehicles will be stuck in the mud and unable to move, and the transportation of materials will have to be done hard-headed regardless of winter and summer, but fortunately, Poseidon thought about it at the beginning of its establishment, and stored thousands of tracked and semi-tracked vehicles, forming the backbone of the transport team.

Ryan sneered and pulled the armored windshield down, leaving only the narrow observation port, and after thousands of kilometers, he would only drop the armor when he turned a corner or the team regrouped. Frankly, this 5 mm thick thing is only enough to block a bullet from 300 meters away, but it is also a bit of defense. This is the driver's second lesson, always putting down the armored windshield.

After a boring journey in the morning and afternoon, coupled with extremely bad road conditions, the transport team was really not a good one, and even Ryan, who was a veteran in the transport team, talked to his deputy from time to time to relieve his fatigue.

"After this trip, well, you kid has finished a long journey, how about it, what do you think of the flower world outside?" Deputy Keith saluted his cigarette, and Ryan took a puff and said.

Like every Poseidon driver who has run long distances, Guise smacked his lips with a mouthful of smoky yellow teeth, recalling the time when he rested in Charlotte, the most prosperous waterfall city in the south, and compared to Poseidon's strict management, the southern city-state is undoubtedly a paradise. At least you can put aside the spouse in the base who is not allowed to divorce forever, and spend two packs of cigarettes to find a plump and clean girl in Fireworks Willow Lane for a few rounds.

Some things have a purpose, and they become tasteless.

"It's not bad, it's not good, I hope there will be me on the next mission."

Long-distance transportation tasks are, of course, seasonal, and sending a convoy of 100 transports is very resource-intensive, not to mention the large number of arms it carries, and the amount of fuel it costs alone is a headache. The starting point of the convoy is the Maypot base, and the end point is Waterfall City, although the strongholds along the way provide supplements, but the money is still Poseidon Poseidon, and even the gas station that Poseidon placed there in advance for the natives to take care of, as for wool, it is impossible to manage.

Ryan's fleet consisted of more than 70 heavy-duty containerized tracked vehicles, 22 light-duty high-chassis trucks, 15 infantry combat vehicles, and two small helicopters specially placed on modified trucks. The whole convoy has more than 500 people, and the maximum amount of cargo carried at a time is 1,700 tons, minus the consumption on the way, and finally arrives and can bring 1,500 tons. It's all real munitions.

This is a road that wants to kill people, a day to swallow the road of gold, the vehicles that fell on this road added up to break through the 100 mark, especially in recent years after the large-scale transportation is carried out is more violent, in order to cope with the loss of vehicles that break down halfway, the team must bring a lot of spare parts, and it is a sum when returning. Poseidon's doubts about this transport route to the Free Union never stopped.

Poseidon is not blind, they know very well the war in the wasteland, the generals and staff officers who control Poseidon are the elite of the army before the war, and clearly understand the importance of having an ally, and the limited Freedom Alliance is fighting against the New Jersey Empire, a dictatorship that concentrates most of the essence of Monica before the war. It was not clear to everyone what the next conquest of the New Jersey Empire would be with the fall of the Union.

Someone wanted to transfer supplies by sea to support the crumbling alliance, and the reality immediately slapped the face, even the offshore Half Moon Bay base was immune to the threat of marine mutants, and it took dozens of divers to deal with the cavity dragon attack every quarter, and if you want to maintain a shipping line that bypasses the Florida peninsula, how much submarine power will be pumped out to lift the old warship? How much fuel and shaped fuel is spent? Besides, only Long Beach City has the normal capacity of large ships on the entire east coast, and when the transport ship finally sails to the southeast coast, can it be beached without a port?

As for air transportation, not to mention it, not to mention how many C5 and C17 are in normal operation in Poseidon, now they can't even do basic navigation, the satellites of the entire human world have been cleaned up by anti-satellite space missiles since the beginning of the Sixty Years War, and there were meteor showers every day for a while, and now all pilots are flying planes with the naked eye, and it would be good to be able to return, how to talk about thousands of miles of air transport?

After all the calculations, the Poseidon General Staff had to choose the unapproachable method of land transportation to support the shield ahead.

Of course, these things are only paid attention to by those who carry the silver star, and post-war citizens like Ryan and Guiss who have served no more than ten years old only know one thing, that is, Poseidon is prosperous and powerful, and there are rich rewards for running a transport.

Any official transport team member who completes a round-trip long-distance transportation can get a 15-day paid vacation and corresponding material vouchers, Poseidon only has two rest days a month, each time only half a day, compared to the pre-war is simply inhumane, but this year the world has been ruined, and it is inhumane to pay attention to humanity. The vacation of the transport team is to go to the underground sanatorium of each base to rest happily, and envy countless ordinary workers who can't save a few days of recuperation all year round. Vouchers give you free access to Poseidon's strict quota of spirits, sweets, meat, textiles, etc. Poseidon has no shortage of meat, but the taste of wax-chewing sea monster meat is obviously not comparable to veal steak.

After chatting for a while, a new command came from the walkie-talkie, and the two immediately put down the conversation, pulled over and stopped the car, let the accompanying infantry chariot pass first, and then began to reorganize in an orderly manner, and at the "fence" in front, dozens of steel beasts gathered.

"Car 46, you're assigned to Zone B." The walkie-talkie responded, and Keith leaned out of the window, stared at the guide in front of him, and shouted directions to Ryan, gradually turning into the vehicle circle on the crushed road, forming a "fence". That is, the night camp was made up of tracked trucks in a circle, while the infantry chariots were mixed in the convoy and began to be assigned duty tasks together with light trucks.

This operation is very labor-intensive, and the hard lever is a hard job to change gears with a hammer, and you have to keep an eye on the muddy road and then accurately reverse into the specified parking space, which is a technical job. The convoy formed several "fences" and got it from 4 p.m. when visibility was good to 7 p.m. Night falls on the artificially burned clearing, and the headlights of the vehicles are turned on like a white-gold dragon.

"Hell, pickles again." Ryan looked at the lunch box speechlessly, the rice was covered with thick dark green pickles, exuding a not-so-friendly atmosphere. When camping in the wild, no one in the team is allowed to get off the bus without authorization, urine is also in the bottle, and the meals are either canned or delivered by a special person, and it is strictly forbidden to get off the bus.

"I like pickles, they taste delicious." Gise gulped and puffed out.

Ryan pushed the lunch box to his deputy who had never seen the world in annoyance, rested his feet on the steering wheel, took the can of leftover food from noon, and ate the cold and greasy pork peas. Looking blankly at the moon outside the car window, he remembered that after ten years of companionship in the base, Poseidon's standard silent wife and two children, at least he himself suffered outside, so that the children could get better opportunities to go to the headquarters every year.

The night quickly fell silent, the night wind outside blew the windows of the car "peeling", and Guise slept soundly wrapped in a military coat. Through the window, Ryan could see the exoskeleton armored patrol, a chariot slowly driving by. Tiredness spread over his eyelids, and Ryan leaned against the car door, rifle in hand, and gradually fell asleep.

And in this brightly lit camp, there are naturally countless pairs of dark eyes, watching.

The infrared life detectors of the camp vehicles swung over and over again, but over and over again ignored cold-blooded creatures, or hot-blooded creatures covered in mud. In the usual night of the Poseidon convoy, in the night when they consciously ignored their own value as always, too many people have decided to take risks.

The natives who lurked in the dense forest, forgot the mosquitoes and flies crawling on their bodies, forgot the mud that flowed under them, they carried rudimentary guns in their arms, they had only their own flesh and blood, but it didn't matter, they knew why they were fighting.

In this new era, only the difference between prey and hunter remains.