"Boom!" Morrisser was instantly shaken awake, and the drowsiness of the winter night flew out of the clouds with a violent shake of the off-road vehicle, and he immediately instinctively hugged the rifle tightly. "Why did we stop?" Morriser asked Wilson, who was sitting next to him.

"Good question." There was no heating in the car, and the bridge of Wilson's nose was red from the cold, like a red-nosed reindeer. Yes, we're the old drunks in red who deliver Christmas presents. As soon as the door opened, a cold wind rushed in. Morriser looked at the white expanse outside the car. Thanks to the fact that I had bought a bigger boot, and thankfully the boots were stuffed with enough hay scrap paper, Morriser pulled on his mask and stepped into the wilderness.

"All units, build a defensive line and stand by in place!" The front horn sounded, Morrisser's nostrils spewed out two lines of white gas, and he glanced at the rocks that jacked up the chassis of the off-road vehicle, it was the middle of winter, and the entire northern wilderness was snowing endlessly, and the blizzard covered the pale yellow fields into a gray curtain, as if this would add some goodwill. Everything can change, but wilderness is wilderness, an out-and-out bitch. Morriser thought.

"How's it going?" The driver who slammed the door got underneath the car, Wilson pinned the jack, hydraulically assisted pushed the SUV up, and several able-bodied Crusaders worked together to remove the rocks that were buried in the snow and could not be seen. Even though the day and night were gray, these fanatical crusaders still wore bright red blood crosses over their helmets, so that people could know at a glance that the ruthless and invincible Crusaders were coming.

The driver checked the line and said dejectedly: "The suspension is broken, it will take at least an hour to repair, little John, give me the toolbox, I have already reported to the knight, this car is too old." ”

Morrisser ignored the driver's mutter, "Someone!" The D4 transporter is stuck in the snow! Morriser looked at the back of the convoy with the scope of his SCAR rifle, and sure enough, the tires of a truck were sunk into the gray snow dozens of centimeters deep, and five or six strong men struggled and remained indifferent, and the roar of the engine reached Morrisser's ears. Wilson, you can just go and help by yourself. ”

Damn the weather, Morriser wrapped himself in a military suit, Rao had experienced more than thirty harsh winters in the wasteland, but he didn't dare to say that he would definitely survive this winter. Without him, the war would not end because of the weather, on the contrary, the war between the Crusaders and the northern steel city was in full swing, and the two sides invested a large number of soldiers and weapons on the front line of Columbus, intending to compete for this important transshipment hub on the trade route.

"Follow me." Morrisser beckoned his companions, once the convoy stopped in the wilderness, it was easy to be ambushed by the enemy, although the Danse Paladin gave each front-line logistics convoy with infantry chariots, but the sufficient supply of field sled vehicles was still in short supply. Morriser took out the improvised sled from the trunk and buckled the felt cloth boot uppers. "Let's go hunting! Look where the lone rabbit is! ”

With his rifle slung cross-body, Morrisser climbed the hill closest to the convoy with his cane, the patrolmen in white coats, and while it was important to maintain the faith of the Scarlet Crusaders, even the most fearless of the Stunned Blue would not reveal the bright red cross in such a monotonous color. Morriser took out his binoculars and looked around for thousands of meters, the undulating silhouettes of low mountains looming against the silent sky.

Morriser was intently watching for possible enemies, the old crusader had never been trained in serious warfare, but the rules of survival in the wasteland had taught Morriser what dangers to be wary of so that he could save his life, at least his own. Morrisser completely ignored the icy frost and snow hanging from the bearskin hat, only flicked it slightly when he was about to cover the eyes of the mask, and did not listen to the team's jumping hands to keep warm, in the snow, once you stop moving, the chill will quickly hit.

Morrisse took the kettle handed to him, but only untied his holster to warm his hands, and while waiting for the convoy to continue to move through the reconnaissance pass, it was difficult not to guess what might happen, and he silently marked a few ambush locations in his mind that were easier to lurk.

Again the order of the convoy. "Old Mo, the car is almost repaired." The voice coming from the walkie-talkie was heard by all the boys. Morriser looked at the marked spot several kilometers away, and the frost-stained masks with his teammates. The heavy boots were frozen and stiff, and Morrisser had plucked the boots of a dead man in such weather, and even if he cut them with an axe, he had to exert great strength, like cutting horse meat to satisfy his hunger.

The living do not live by memory, Morriser wiped his face and said, "You hear me. "Let's take a step.

The Snow Patrol staggered in the cold wind again.

Morrisser slid the sled board with his cane, it was still very difficult to walk in the snow with knee-high leather boots, the November wilderness was already able to accumulate about 20 centimeters of snow, and the temperature was rarely higher than minus 10 degrees throughout the winter, so the new snow was stacked on top of the old snow until it was half a meter thick on New Year's Eve, when the unprotected traveler would not travel more than an hour and a kilometer in the snow, which was undoubtedly an excellent target for potential enemies.

While he was thinking about the snow cats, which were active in winter, the patrol crossed the flat slope of the hill they had just passed, and only a few dozen meters away to reach the summit of the mountain, where they could see the convoy of transports that had been repaired and ready to set off again. It was a transport company consisting of one infantry chariot, two Humvees, and ten cargo trucks, and in fact, the biggest enemy of the mob was a blizzard and vehicle breakdowns on a journey of about two or three hundred kilometers.

"I'm going to burn a bottle of agave when I go back, woo, I'm freezing to death." A soldier with an old M14 rifle on his back said that the proximity to a safe distance had made everyone interested, and someone shouted, "Where is the reason to drink hot tequila?" The more ice, the better! ”

"It's better to freeze your tongue!" As soon as he finished speaking, the man's head suddenly burst, and the red and white liquid splashed on the snow, finally dyeing it a different color.

"Pick up the enemy in the rear!" Morriser shouted, and he immediately lay down on the spot and pressed the walkie-talkie to call to the convoy, and as soon as Morriser touched the call button, the walkie-talkie shattered, tearing open the right shoulder of the veteran non-commissioned officer with more than 20 years of war experience.

The tremendous kinetic energy took directly to Morrisser's shoulder, and he desperately felt the rapid passage of life, before the darkness hit, several soldiers in snow-white clothes jumped up from the snow, and the multi-purpose muzzle brakes also suppressed the gunfire and gunfire, mercilessly knocking everyone down.