In the evening, Fort Mill turns on all the high-powered searchlights, illuminating the vicinity of the fort as if it were daylight, and the small underground nuclear battery units left over from the pre-war period are used as an energy supply, and the defenders can squander what seems to be the precious power to the outside world. It is important to know that even in the steel city, thermal and hydroelectric power plants can only meet the critical places where the military industry and black walls, banks, and the army must supply power at all times, and as for other livelihood facilities, they all need to use the most primitive human-powered treadmills for time-consuming and laborious transfer.

The rumbling dark clouds gathered again, and the sideburns were already fresh and slightly cool on the shore of the lake, which was certainly not a barefoot summer night song cheered by children before the war, but a battle to be prepared.

"The No. 1 light group is ready, the rain cloak is covered, the line is well checked, and it's done." Sergeant Larin slipped on the orange and yellow zipper and sealed himself tightly in the chemical protection raincoat, revealing not a single point. The unconscious "buzzing" sound of the humid air passing through the gas mask echoes around the face, through the transparent plastic cover, although the raindrops cannot be adhered to, but no one wants to be confined to such a restrained and stuffy yellow skin, drenched in high-concentration radiation acid rain, standing in the lake breeze overnight.

The bunkers around the fort were equipped with the best of the searchlights, and this powerful beam of rays piercing the rain curtain pulled up an invisible and solid wall for the fort, so that Sergeant Larin did not have to carry a heavy automatic rifle on his shoulder, but instead replaced it with a modified long-barreled version of the old M16 rifle, which had a dense and heavy firepower base, and there was really no need to waste resources here.

A rainy night meant endless trouble at its most point, and Sergeant Larin had plenty of reason to be tired of the raindrops. As a member of the lighting team, one of his most important responsibilities is to maintain the cables wrapped in waterproof tape, and regularly patrol for any damage, and is responsible for joining the ammunition supply team when the battle is fierce, and regularly joining the field team to replenish manpower when there is no work. Because of the embarrassing positioning of this "small worker", although Sergeant Larin is a small leader, he is far inferior to Sergeant Lorraine in the artillery group next door, ah no, Ensign Lorraine is right, it is just a year or two of seniority, and he has successfully caught the line of the city-state council and acted as the commander of the fortress, and he is still a poor "miserable man" whose salary allowance in the first quarter cannot catch up with half a light bulb.

As Sergeant Larin walked around the city wall and returned to the No. 1 light group on the right side of the main entrance, the chief of the lamp stopped him, pointed to his ear, and said, "Did you hear anything?" ”

What do you hear? That's all the more reason to hate rainy nights. Although the vast majority of flying species do not nest in this environment, and would rather go hungry than risk the wind damaging their wings to hunt for food, once they attack arrogantly, the swamp monsters that float into the city from Lake Michigan along the rising waters will teach the rules well. Sergeant Larin still remembers the floods of previous years.

The modern city, which has been untended for more than half a century, has a complete sewer system, but it will eventually fade to the ruins, not fundamentally different from Pompeii, Damascus or the Acropolis. The lake demons that are more than ten meters long are a little choking. However, three years ago, Sergeant Larin, who was on a reconnaissance mission in the Black Zone, was forced onto a crumbling tall building by a sudden rainstorm, and on the roof, the sergeant witnessed a figure covered in silver scales

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There must be three machine guns and a lake demon as long as a dragon to hover at the bottom of the building, and behind this overlord is a group of black swamp dwelling demons that are surging in.

When the water was small enough for the assault boats to respond, the lake was completely dyed red.

So the rain was so heavy that everything was blurred, and Sergeant Larin tried hard to hear something from the noisy rain, but found nothing, but Sergeant Larin would never mock this suspicious comrade, he just nodded slightly in agreement, and suggested, "It's just the wind." ”

"No, I feel...... Something big and big was approaching, as if it were ...... Dark clouds. The man replied, raising his rifle with a glowing green dot on the sights, and night vision goggles would not be issued to everyone. One less Vault Reserve is one less, and if you don't regain the corresponding technology before the inventory is depleted, then you lose another one.

The alarm went up, and the terrible hissing of the hand shook into the sky in waves, and both Sergeant Larin and the guy with good ears rushed back to their posts, Sergeant Larin rushed to the searchlight, and the operator sitting in the steering machine had already begun to follow the instructions to move the bulky light cluster to steer.

A bright yellow light shot into the sky, and a layer of white vapor floated in Sergeant Lalin's enclosure, and Rao Shi, a well-informed veteran, also muttered in surprise: "My Christ......"

The night demons, the night demons in the sky, yes, the man was right, it was a dark cloud, a rain cloud that had grown wings, and it didn't wait for Sergeant Larin to shout "Fight!" All the bastions sounded the command: "All artillery units!" Shoot from a distance! ”

At first, the fort's only two 76mm rapid-fire high-level dual-purpose guns created a thin barrage, and in Sergeant Larin's telescope, the fire exploded like a crescent moon in the old time, and the night demon shattered into smithereens, and the wings were ignited like an electric mosquito swatter sweeping through a swarm of mosquitoes.

"Eight hundred meters! Maximum power! Sergeant Larin roared, the scorching heat causing all the raindrops near the lamp tray to evaporate! And the operating mat, which was already baked dry by the heat, was so hot that everyone in the raincoat was sweating. Sergeant Larin tugged at his helmet, took a few breaths of cool air, and held the high and low machine to point to the barrage.

A string of 20mm cannon shells with a scarlet trail created an iron wall in the middle and near, and the deliberately loaded shrapnel made the defenders of the fortress hide in the permanent fortifications, but the night demons who had crossed the barrage still rushed towards the fortress without hesitation, like rolling waves.

In the dark and rainy night, looking at the earth, the night that was full of dazzling colors in the past has been reduced to this bleak scene.

The "Hoo Kick ......" quadruple M2 heavy machine gun finally fired, and countless tongues of fire shot down the seemingly endless dredevil group, and the layer of carapace covered by their purple-black chests was easily drilled through the implosion, so the searchlight began to "rain" again, and the remnants of the night demon fell, covering the entire ground floor platform in an instant.

All human surface cities and facilities are based on fortresses, the city walls can block the tide of beasts, but they can't stop the magic eagles, and those towns that have the ability to set up anti-aircraft guns and have shelters to rely on finally become cities and fortresses. Those who don't have it, but are driven together by the survival instinct, and in the end, they become white bones and become part of the wasteland.

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The gunners were pulling the wrenches and pressing the trigger buttons, and the ammunition men were carrying the magazines on the conveyor belt onto these Bofors and Erliekong, which had been outdated for decades and hundreds of years, and the hot and red guns with their barrels burning in the backseat were still spewing flames incessantly. Everyone who has ever rejoiced in a rainy summer night is wrapped in a diaphragm, afraid of nature's most generous and merciless gifts, and of her new people.

Sergeant Larin picked up the M14 rifle that had not been used for a long time, and one by one the shell casings jumped out of the shell window, fell over the gaping mouth when shouting, fell over the burnt yellow front teeth, fell to the side of the boot, fell into the warm concrete floor, and rolled, and the big teardrops soaked through the bullet casings in the colorful night sky, until they kept flowing down the water and fell into the darkness.

No one remembered when the Daredevil had receded, but Sergeant Larin only saw blood seeping through the shooting holes, and outside the corridor leading to the main body of the fortress, there were piles of purple-black and dark "eggplants", how much like the scene after the harvest of wheat? The sergeant was sweating profusely as he walked past a gun crew, the barrel of the cannon burning soft and crumbling, while the gunner still spun, mending a time-delay fuse shell to the pile of corpses that were still wriggling under the door.

At some point, the iron door of the fortress slowly opened outward, very, very slowly, but the powerful bulldozer-like iron door swept away the mountain of Daredevil's corpses outside the door, and Sergeant Larin, who was standing in the corridor, saw four shiny black and red armored infantry staggering in with large swords full of gaps. In the deep twilight, the black that never fades, the red that flows with the black, the touch of silver, how brilliant it is.

Sergeant Larin stood still, silently watching the woman with her hands tied and her silver hair hanging down out of place, but naturally accompanying the armored infantry.

There was a soft "hiss", a few lines of steam erupted from the screw joint of the helmet torso, and the exoskeleton helmet that was violently disassembled and put back together stripped off Simon's eyepieces, and he walked to the slowly opened elevator door of the maintenance room with the "dragon helmet" that gradually raised his forehead, and in the open space outside, it seemed that the lonely general had returned to the battlefield that had just been defeated a few quarters of an hour ago, and the soldiers drank blood, and he lived alone.

He was at the center of the storm, but beyond the walls of iron, he had buried the band of dead followers. He turned around, and the captive Midalen was quiet and unmoved, and in the end, the end of the passage was still undifferent.

The lifting platform sent the second lieutenant Lorraine who was shrouded in a chemical protective suit, and through a layer of film, the second lieutenant looked at the few people who seemed to be fine, and naturally understood who the silver-haired woman suddenly appeared. Such an indifferent and unsympathetic atmosphere makes people know at first sight that they don't look like the same kind. However, there were no more people, and the second lieutenant also knew the outcome of the A and B teams that were dispatched.

"This rain has wiped out the Daredevil of the entire Zika Ruins." The ensign squinted at the dome that was far from dawn, the gate was closed again, and there was not much pathos in his tone, if he used fifty Mill troops to redeem these hundreds of night demons, it was actually very cost-effective, and besides, in the face of Hydra, how much chance of victory could he have?

The footsteps of several people did not stop, and Midalen stood with his hands down like a well-behaved maid, and Simon did not answer the second lieutenant, but said simply: "They are still making a comeback." ”

"Isn't this the rainy season?" The resolute ensign sighed.

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