Gale tore at Sezi's uniform, and the khaki chinosis lining it whirled and drummed around his skull scarf, even though it was an airtight lift, and there should be no wind or high-speed landing, not a landing, to be precise, but a fall. Sezi's head was pointed to the ground, and the whole person was retracted into a sharp arrow until it hit the bull's-eye.

For the first time, the altimeter broke through zero meters, and from now on, he began to enter negative altitudes, minus 100 meters, 200 meters...... The ticking red light of the shaped explosives became a set of small light bulbs, which flashed before Sezi's eyes, and his life flashed with it, the boat boy, the bird gunner, the mercenary, the captive, the hydra, the god, the tunnel became a movie projector, the sense of falling, the sense of weightlessness was the button. It is true that he did not carry a parachute.

Seiz spread his limbs, the bat gliding suit on the outside spread the wing membrane, and four triangular pieces of silk cloth were fluffed out of his armpits and ankles, and the sudden lift slowed down his fall, but this was far from the level of landing safely, there was no trampoline or cotton pile underneath, from two hundred meters above sea level to eight hundred meters underground, even a puddle of water would turn into steel plates, and knock people to pieces.

"Pressurize!" Sez shouted, and the next four Hydra straightened their bodies and held the corners. "Buzz!" A powerful wave was released, as if there was a fan suddenly running at full power, and ten people were suddenly knocked a few meters in reverse, and then lowered, yes, they didn't have a parachute, but when, they needed a parachute! Mortal!

"The second time!" The mutant abilities evolved by the Hydras are well offloaded from the momentum, counteracting the strength back and forth, this is Hydra's psionic fighters, and when they tap their human potential to the extreme, they will find that the divine power of the ancient Aryan legends is not worth mentioning at all, and the human imagination is still too limited, and the pharaoh would never have guessed that his griffin would be knocked out of the face by a heavy cannon.

"The third time!" Ten meters high, the last recoil of the last time, Seth rolled on the ground with his head in his hands, shook his head to dissipate the discomfort, took off his batsuit and threw it into the ruins of the lifting platform, about a few meters below, the pure-blooded guards of Harrisburg were struggling to clear the rubble, and the heavy machinery and equipment that Steel City had helped had turned into scrap metal with the air raid.

"Here, the maintenance lane." Seiz easily found a fire ladder with a protective cage on the wall of the lift, but what is the matter, expect people to climb to the surface 800 meters away? "The crusaders may have already entered, the weapons are silenced, and no shots are allowed until the last resort, no words are allowed, and pure-bloods can tell if it is standard or not."

Seth burrowed into the narrow maintenance channel, and at his level, the Genta was so strong that he developed multiple abilities and was eligible to run for Hydra's Nine Heads, and Seth naturally had the right to read the history of the lineage, unlike others imagined, Hydra's collection was not in Area M, it was just the inventory of the Bloodline Historian. At the Cleveland Vault, Sezi first encountered the icebergs of the pre-war world, and he learned how they were built.

When the conflict between the authorities gradually deteriorated, when the Allied and Imperial forces were at loggerheads on the Curzon Line, the secret construction of nuclear war shelters was put on the agenda, and the best plan was to renovate those shelters set up in the last century because of the Cold War, but as the situation evolved, the tungsten rod bullet of the space-based weapon system made ZF lose its choice and quickly create deep shelter

The Harrisburg lift is an example of this, with empty transport and no defense, beyond the surface, down and blank.

The maintenance aisles were filled with pure-blood guards killed by Adolfina, and sometimes Seth had to move the bodies to move on. "How did you get back?" Drilling out of the passage, the line of sight suddenly brightened, and the dense power lines intersected in mid-air, saving as much valuable land as possible for building houses, and several pure-blood crusaders who remained behind questioned Sez and the others.

"Blocked in front, we are back looking for tools" As with most shelters, Harrisburg's elevator entrance is a vast parking lot, with a glass wall melted by constructive tactical nuclear bombs and a large irregular cavity that is intimidating. Seates paused for a moment, remembering the pre-war grammar the researcher had taught him, trying not to miss any key phrases, and speaking in a pure British accent. Seiz glanced at the crusaders behind the gas masks, with pale skin and large, moist eyes, typical of Vault offspring.

Sure enough, the guards had been deceived by a standard language of authentic language, and besides, the concept that the elevator had been blown up and communication with the ground was cut off was already preconceived, and they might have guessed that the enemy would attack the underground, but how could Hydra's carefully selected psionic camouflage mutants be general?

Sezi was secretly glad that an oxygen mask had escaped the inspection. "Woo rumble!" The bulldozer was working at full speed to clear the ruins of the crashed platform, and several M1 tanks with shaped engines were on standby. "They can't wait." Sez said in his heart, and the teams of exoskeleton soldiers crossed the entrance that had just opened the first line, and the palms of their hands glowed blue, which was a magnetic adsorption block, and Sez knew what the crusaders were most pressing at the moment.

Communication.

……

"Attention, units, check the remaining ammunition on board." The pilot of the returning Thunderbolt attack aircraft received a call for a long plane. "AMMUNITION IS OUT OF AMMUNITION, AND THERE ARE 30MM CANNONS LEFT." Lieutenant Haakon of the Steel Air Force reported that it was close to 10 a.m. when the cold sun came out and the snow cleared.

"All the fighters that still keep the machine cannon ammunition and the offensive barrage will be incorporated into the Thunder Squadron, and the rest will be evacuated first." Lieutenant Haakon's friendly forces around the "Memphis Beauty" immediately began to regroup, and the ACS module in the avionics system deceived the Harrisburg Air Defense Command, so that they did not shoot down a single fighter, and the worst thing was nothing more than a few holes.

"Roger." The lieutenant gently pushed the control stick, changed the throttle valve to afterburner, and turned into the right squadron, and the fighters who had left early shook their wings to greet their colleagues who had not yet finished their mission. "Commander, please keep an eye on my lunch, I want a pot of piping hot coffee." The most thrilling moment passed, and some witticisms jumped out of the communication channels.

"170 degrees Fahrenheit Mocha, I received it, Beauty, prepare your cannon." Ten attack planes flew to the south of the return group, and the precipitous black mountain clouds appeared. "Coordinates have been issued, free fire."

……

"Sir, we just lost contact with the Vandenne radar station." The Air Defense Command was full of calls from various departments asking why they had not received the air defense early warning telegram

Colonel Hildegard, who was in charge of the headquarters, was anxious at the moment, Marshal Sutler was in charge of the headquarters, and the marshal himself spoke, if he couldn't find the problem, the entire headquarters would go to work as a miner.

So the radar monitor's reminder was drowned in the surging sea. "Sir! We lost the radar station contact! "The monitor had to run and pull back the supervisor, and one of the six radar base stations went black, and then another." This is the Noumki station! ”

"The Iron Air Force is destroying our external communications, and we will immediately try our best to contact the high-altitude fixed balloon group and get them to untie the cable!" The director roared, and a light went out, cutting off not only the long-range communications of the Air Defense Command, but the entire Harrisburg headquarters.

……

"We're in Little Moscow, look, Kremlin." After turning a corner, Adolfina magically appeared next to Sezi again, and he glanced at Adolfina's really turbulent ravine, and the secret path was really terrible. Adolfina took her lapella back very bluntly, and put it on, as if it was not a battle that was about the direction of the war, but a sightseeing tour.

Following her fingers, the towering tower was topped by two red stars, the towering Stalinist building occupied a quarter of the cavity blown out by the nuclear bomb, the stepped power plant main body stood two guard towers, the red-painted wall blocked the underground substation, the Harrisburg refuge was inhabited by the pre-war officer corps, and naturally someone had maliciously paved a brick to the square in front of the power plant, failing to occupy Mosross, and always "occupying" it on the other side of the world.

"Why didn't we blow up the power plant? Looks a little more valuable. Seiz asked.

Adolfina's snow-white skin is the best proof of her identity, the wasteland people living on the surface of the radiant earth can't raise such a noble face, and the pretty girl will make people relax their guard wherever she goes, besides, she is not the only one who walks like her, and the female military clerks who can be seen everywhere simply dazzle Sezi. Now his eyes are full of white calves.

"Go and ask Your Majesty, we're only responsible for doing it." Adolfina took the trouble to braid her red hair, it seems that the people of the Vault are not too excited about the changes that are happening on the surface, and the strong social inertia is still making them work in an orderly manner, too, what is it after the nuclear explosion on the day of the verdict, and a few air raids, the real pure-bloods are underground, and the surface work is all half-bloods.

As depicted, Little Moscow is the smallest part of the Harrisburg Vault, with several power plants serving only a vehicle repair shop and a nutrient factory that supplies the surface, and a glaring red line separating Little Moscow from Versailles, the main living area of Harrisburg.

"ID card." The guards of the fence checked the documents of the people entering one by one. "Please, handsome guy, you came here with me again, people forgot to bring it~" Adolfina tiptoed, holding her hands and coquettishly, she took off her military uniform and wore it, not more than Sez and others cherished feathers.

The guard looked at the red-faced little beauty with an embarrassed face, and secretly said Is this the youngest daughter of the marshal's family? was born so stunningly, people subconsciously thought they were familiar when they saw beautiful women. "Remember to bring your ID card next time." The guard pinched Adolfina in the face.

"It's already dead." Seth was carrying a gun, in the old world.

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