At night, the scorching heat of the day quickly decreased to the point of feeling cold, and all the night sentries had to put on thick coats to protect themselves from the cold, and the consequence of the great temperature difference was that the night wind was howling, and any soldier patrolling outside spontaneously felt that this was a dangerous journey. The wind and sand that obscure the vision, the cold through the bones, and the eyes with bad intentions in the dark. As long as they have survived in the wasteland, they will have an instinctive desire for guns and materials, and the only normal way for wastelanders to obtain these things is naturally only one.

"Good night, sir." The sentinels bowed their heads in salute.

"Something indisciplined?" Ajax raised the large bottle of soju he was carrying, and the soldiers in the guard tower cheered, and immediately found an iron can and drank a can of good wine brought by the commander. A glass of wine is a fire, enough for them to sustain until dawn.

Ajax stood in the lookout post against the night wind that blew people's faces and was chapped and painful, looked at his watch, signaled the young man who was not good at freezing beside him to hurry down to warm up the fire, and took the fixed binoculars himself and inspected the barren land around him.

The light green night vision of the Long Range Advanced Surveillance System (LRAS3) is not a single difference, and the thermal targets are all concentrated below, Ajax is not worried about the impact of the displaced people, and the single guard tower alone has the heavy fire of nine rifles and a point 50 machine gun, and two 60mm mortars are placed in the pit in front of the landing field, which can easily repel the charge of hundreds of displaced people. In order to ensure the absolute security of the Weinert outpost, there are even two armored modified Humvees, both of which carry Dow missiles, which can be supported for a long time by encountering regular troops.

But a true Iron Army officer will not pin all his hopes on fixed fortifications, Ajax has carefully prepared a large number of preset positions and machine-gun bunkers, and the watchtower is not an indispensable support point, he has to do the same duties as most fortress defenders, sluggish and lethal. After all, there are very few stations in the wasteland that can get quick support, and the town of Venat is one of them.

"Boys, keep your eyes peeled, shoot on the spot when you encounter suspicious characters, don't worry about bullets." Ajax gave a final command, and the soldiers laughed and patted their chests in reassurance. Ajax knows every soldier, many of whom he has brought out of the Iron Army and trained to be good soldiers, and if things don't work out, he can also roam the wilderness with these thirty-six core soldiers.

In the second half of the night, not long after Ajax had just fallen asleep in his clothes, the sentinels in the northeast were the first to spot some suspicious movements. The sentry, who had served as a Steel Miner, immediately flicked the multiplier ring of his fixed precision rifle until it was 1,500 meters away, a point beyond the normal firing distance. The thermal target flashes by, but it is extremely striking in the night vision vision.

"Hey, boss, I saw a rabbit." The Sentinel said, though it had been reported in advance, he had already adjusted the parameters, resting on the edge of the guardrail and letting the wind blow and not move at all, tracer bullets painted with red tips.

"You want to hunt rabbits?" The watchtower squad leader replied. Walkie-talkies are extremely precious, and there are still many in the town of Weinat.

"Of course."

"Give you two chances, and if you don't hit, you'll be on duty again."

"Boss, give at least three shots! Three shots! ”

"No need to talk!" The squad leader hung up the walkie-talkie and said viciously. It was a very annoying thing for each sentry to come a few shots when he saw anything during the night.

"Two shots are two shots." The sentinel snorted, his crosshairs extremely steady, slowing his breathing, reserving the air deflection trajectory. Before the war, it was impossible to rely on an old M21 rifle to shoot at such a distance, and in the wasteland, it was a basic meal for the wastelanders. There are no standards in the wasteland, resources are scarce, so the do-it-yourself wastelanders use all the materials that can improve the performance of their guns, and the widespread radiation sickness of the post-war population has certainly reduced life expectancy, but has given them stronger physique and eyesight. All kinds of super-heavy barrels, unbelievable high-magnification mirrors, and hellish drug-taking reloads are all you want to kill the wasteland monsters in one hit from a kilometer away.

Although the M21 in the sentry's hand can barely see traces of the M21 from the magazine, it is definitely a new rifle when it is really disassembled. THE ORIGINAL 20-ROUND MAGAZINE WAS SIMPLY CANCELED DUE TO THE CHANGE IN THE CALIBER OF THE BARREL, AND IT WAS DIRECTLY LOADED WITH 12.7MM HEAVY TRACER BULLETS IN A MANUAL TRANSVERSE ROUND, AND THERE WAS A VERY DELICATE AND BEAUTIFUL HEAVY MACHINE GUN BARREL SPOT WELD AT THE EDGE TO FUSE THE CHANGING KNIFE TO THE WORLD'S DIFFERENT MAGAZINES, AND THE MOST TERRIFYING THING WAS THAT THERE WAS NO BRAKE, AND EVEN THE BUTT WAS ORIGINAL, SO IT LOOKED LIKE A STRANGE GUN WITH A MACHINE GUN BARREL RIFLE BUTT.

"Come on, baby." The sentry said silently, and there was a loud "bang", and the huge dark red gun flame flashed, and after an instant, a puff of gray smoke splashed on the sand dunes in the distance, and the hot target that was stared at by the sentry ran as fast as possible in fright and disappeared.

"Damn it!" The sentry cursed.

"You're on duty with you for the next shift." The squad leader of the guard tower, who had just been woken up from a hazy sleep, rushed up and gave a middle finger and shouted.

This gunshot woke up not only the northeast watchtower, but also other locations. The Dow missile group sleeping in the Humvee also found something strange in the field of view, but they were holding precious Dow missiles, so naturally it was impossible to hit them with such a single shot. The operator talks to his companion.

"Do you see that? In the western highlands at nine o'clock, is there a group of rabbits moving? ”

"I can't see clearly, it seems?! There are four or five? ”

"I'll send the message to the watchtower to confirm."

The guards of the northwest guard tower were alarmed, turned the observation port, and headed towards the position indicated by the missile group, and quickly determined, and replied: "Yes, there are indeed five rabbits wandering, I guess there will not be five rabbits at the same time in this place at this time, it's too weird." ”

"I think I should tell the chief that this should be a precursor to the impact of the displaced people."

The watchtower apparently scoffed at the missile group's request: "Come on, a couple of rabbits, to put everyone in a state of heavy weapons readiness?" Tell the patrol to let them deal with it and it's over. At the end, he mocked disdainfully: "This is a wasteland!" It's just a few days to get used to it, girls! ”

The members of the missile group listened to the loud laughter in the headphones, and their hearts couldn't help but be filled with nameless fire. Both of these Humvees had only been transferred to the town of Venat a week earlier, and they had been in charge of breaking up large groups of displaced people in the Combine Army, and they didn't know who they had offended before being sent to this damn place, but on second thought, they really couldn't make such a big fuss.

"Patrol, this is the town, and suspected hostile personnel have been found in the highlands west of the town, please inspect them appropriately."

"Roger, on the way."

The patrol squad leader spat and hurriedly put on dust towels, and when they were only two or three hundred meters away from the town, they could only see the powerful silhouette lights on the four guard towers in the town of Venat. The patrol has been slandered more than once, and such lights can be seen clearly from several kilometers away, let alone used as a reference point for attacks.

"Alright, brethren, here's something exciting, follow me to catch some rabbits!"

"Whoa!" The other four patrolmen immediately punched each other, passed the flasks and took turns to warm themselves, and ran to the west of the town on the quicksand that was no more than their ankles.

These five patrolmen are all natives of the town of Weinat, when the armed engineering team came here more than ten years ago to cut the interstate highway that has been buried by the wind and sand for many years, the town of Weinert entered the field of vision of the Great Lakes industrial zone, no one will show hostility to the side with many people and many guns and vehicles, the town of Wenate readily agreed to the town's request to build fortifications, with the opening of the communication line, the town of several hundred people in the past is decreasing day by day, and many families have moved into the city-state, leaving only some old and young people who are inseparable from their homeland. The patrolmen were children left over from the past, and they knew where every piece of sand was going to roll.

Trekking at night is a dangerous thing, the end of summer is fine, if it is winter, the skirmishing at night is like looking for death, the demon eagles migrating in groups, the snow pythons lurking underground, and the rotting wolves hunting marching rats, that is not the object to be provoked. Fortunately, with the support of the watchtower fire, the patrol soon arrived in the western highlands, and after a search, it was fruitless.

"Town, here's the patrol, the rabbits ran away, we'll be back now."

"Received, rest assured, we take care of you."

In the next second, the care came.

The patrolmen felt a chill in their throats and hearts at the same time, and the doubts in their minds disappeared in an instant, and their strength faded like a tide. It wasn't until the moment I lowered my head that I saw the tip of a knife coming through.

A ghostly shadow flickered, and the patrol's walkie-talkie was strangely carried aside by the earthflow, and in the blink of an eye, the five bodies that had not yet completely lost consciousness were submerged under the yellow sand.

The perimeter patrol has been cleared and is operational. The psychic sequence was transmitted, and Simon, who was holding the M110A4, could see clearly the yawning guards on the watchtower through the optical camouflage, and in the ultra-high magnification scope.

The town of Venat, he silently recited the name. In the past, he was trapped in a corner, waiting for the enemy's overwhelming artillery fire to come, but now he is in the dark, the enemy is in the light, although his artillery fire is small, but it is definitely a heavy artillery!

But before that, he will release the rabbit first.

There is no bait, there is no bait to abandon, where does it come from?

"Tom tom!" Strings of fiery dragons suddenly rose from the valley, and long bursts of machine gun fire came from the silence, echoing throughout the Weinert Valley. In an instant, heavy small arms fire poured into the outpost!

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!" The hot-boiled Sentinel quickly fired back, and the 50 heavy machine guns roared back in color, and the two Dow Missile Humvees soared out of the Sentinel Town, quietly locking on to the firing site, and then they saw countless projectiles dragging tail flames.

“RPG!” Someone screamed.