The Wasteland is a very hard job, similar to the adventurers who went to California hundreds of years ago to pan for gold with dreams of making a fortune, carrying a large canvas bag and hanging a tool to shovel around their waist without a sapper shovel, digging for dirt and bricks and decapitating an omelette - if only the blessing had touched the peregrine falcon's nest. The compass is usually not useful, because most of the ruins of old cities not only maintain a high value of nuclear radiation, but also the secondary pollution caused by the staggered collapse makes it clear in the dark. The modern gold diggers are only concerned about the road, and the wasteland scavengers are even more worried about urban monsters, as well.

Similar.

After the lunch break, Simon and his party set off again towards the ruins of Zhika, which was close at hand. As soon as they set off, another large expedition team called "Dorians" encountered halfway also followed, hanging about a kilometer away, and refused to continue to follow, not that Simon and they watched closely, but most of them had some killer weapon in their hands, and felt that they could easily suppress it from a distance of a thousand meters. No matter what, someone can find a way to kill a few fewer people after all.

The ruins of Zhika were formerly the largest Chicago urban agglomeration on the Old Union continent, and the Great Lakes region, as a traditional industrial region, suffered the most intensive bombardment of nuclear bombs in the full-scale nuclear war on the day of the verdict, and the survivors later calculated according to the strength of the ground shock wave that in the past five years, the Great Lakes urban agglomeration suffered five rounds of large-yield nuclear explosions, until the Allies and the Empire exhausted each other's strategic reserves, but at that time it had entered a nuclear winter, and nuclear radioactive fallout was one of them, The induced severe secondary disasters even triggered the eruption of a section of the Yellowstone volcano in the central and western part of the continent. Survival eventually overwhelmed the rivalry, and as for whether there were still traces of people on the far other side, the wastelanders today don't know or bother to know, because the east coast is often infested with sea monsters, and ocean-going freighters are so rusted like transoceanic jets that they are worthless to tear down scrap metal.

The city-state of Mil-Zhika is located in the northern part of the ruins, and naturally there are relatively safe roads opened by successive explorers from the north, and all valuable means of production and construction materials in the entire marginal area of the ruins have been emptied and reserved for the city of Nanzhika to further expand the farmland under the city. The remaining half of the city was the core of the pre-war urban agglomeration, and this kind of city center based on commerce and finance is far less relevant than the suburbs. Who wants to see the art now? Can you break into the living corpse's nest for a painting or something?

Because of this, slightly larger city-states such as Ford City, Steel City, Columbus, and Polis have abandoned their plans to clean up the old city, and only sent reconnaissance teams to occasionally search to see if any unknown warehouses have been exposed, or whether the temporarily buried downtown food banks and vaults have cracked into viable entrances. The former stored a large amount of canned food, which was an emergency measure of the pre-war coalition government during the food shortage, and sixty years of canned food could fill the stomach anyway. The gold that may be left in the latter can be used as a reserve for future financial recovery.

All these years, the New Jersey Empire went to war with the Southern Washington Confederation and almost conscripted the available troops without collapsing, and was it not because of the West Point Gold Reserve in New York? Take real money to buy guns and guns in the Northern Industrial Zone? However, since the Winter War, the empire, which had seized countless booty, began to buy back gold again, refusing to pay for goods in gold, so that these days the city-state council is a large and small meeting, and the representatives of the various cities gather in Polis to quarrel endlessly.

However, this kind of thing that the big people think about, the little people never touch, they only care about the office building in the ruins There are no living corpses entrenched, and there is a chance to loot.

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More and more into the outer ruins, everyone is referring to the trigger, sticking to the collapsed building carefully, this is indeed cleaned, but the group of living corpses has always been known for being elusive, any building and the shadow may burst out of one, if you scratch and see blood, it will almost be the end of the sentence, not everyone buys thousands of yuan of anti-corpse serum.

Simon sensed that his men were a little uneasy, and it was true that the soldiers under his command were all brave and elite, but they were also afraid of being poisoned to death by corpses. Once this sentiment spreads, it is difficult to get rid of it. And Simon also knows that it is more because this group of unruly rough men can't trust themselves at all.

Thinking of this, Simon couldn't help but feel bitter in his throat, the newcomer of the last winter expedition team died in Mandsville, and he wanted to return to Steel City to organize another group, but the Hydra incident turned so fast that he didn't have time to unify them, including K82 Village, the Imperial gladiator veterans in Slave Town, the backstreet mercenaries, and so on.

Turning around two ruined buildings that collapsed in the center but collided with each other to form a "human" shape, Simon's single visual mask floated up a sketch of the ruins of Zhika, and then turned three blocks to reach the last fortress watchtower closest to the core of the ruins.

Simon glanced sideways at Marko, who understood, and several infantry quickly disappeared into the depths of the corner with him, and Ramirez, who was equipped with AEXO in thirty seconds, put his fingers together, raised his blindfold, took out the golden eyeballs inside, threw them to Simon, and said, "Commander, you need luck more than me." ”

Simon nodded, and immediately fastened the strap, climbed up the uneven floor, and climbed up with Pete holding his rifle, Ramirez's armored infantry showed a blue glow on the eyepiece.

"Remember to always keep an eye on your back." Simon patted the shoulder of the young man who had found a good position and set up a gun, and did not wait for him to respond, and went away in hiding.

It's a hunt.

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"They're suddenly gone, Boss." Looking at the flickering mirrored white light in the distance, the Dorian Expedition's Wasteland Guest immediately reported it to the Boss.

"Are you blind?" The leader of the Dorians, nicknamed "Disaster Blade", turned his hand and slapped this man, took out his binoculars and skimmed the straight streets in front of him for several kilometers, and it stands to reason that the little fish in front of him could not run past. That's right, in the eyes of the calamity blade, it is just a small dried fish that deserves to be eaten, and when he encounters Dorian's two white flags, he dares to continue to move forward, isn't this just hitting the muzzle of the gun?

In the end, the Disaster Blade is a land snake that has been in the ruins of Zhika for more than ten years, although this area is not often visited, but it is definitely more familiar than the rookie team that has a lot of eyes, and after a little groaning, he made a decision, and ordered to the one-eared deputy: "Take your people, go around Jinshi Park, and search along the abandoned railway!" ”

"them." Calamity Spat in the palm of his hand, moistened it, judging from his experience, those rookies must be outsiders, who did not know the notoriety of their Dorians, and wanted to go in and make a windfall, but thought that they would not dare to open fire and provoke the dormant living corpses.

It would be a mistake to think so!

Calamity grinned silently, called another of his men, who were as thin as a living corpse, spread out his pockets and drew a hand-drawing, and pointed: "We are only five hundred meters away from Jinshi Station, and the broilers will definitely want to follow the viaduct or the railway to the fortress tower before dark, but they won't do it." ”

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When he arrived at Astin's Park under the Golden Rock Park Station in the southeast of the map, he smiled cruelly and said, "Flee around the corner, there are living corpses in front of you, they can only go here, and then go along the Foster area to the sentry tower, so you can also take your people around." Whether you find it or not......"

Disaster Blade took out his pocket watch and looked at it, this is a baby, at 2:21 in the afternoon, it is summer, it will not be so fast when it gets dark, but it can't leave much time to hunt, and finally ordered: "Whether you find it or not, we will meet in the fox's nest at six o'clock." ”

"You go straight to the fortress, why do you have to bother so much." The lean hand licked his lips, obviously extremely confident,

"Eh, it costs money to raise you guys, and I'm too lazy to accept newcomers." Calamity slapped his lean man on the shoulder, and the latter bowed his head, and ordered the people to run through and leave, the footsteps along the way were extremely low, and he didn't want to think about it, he was definitely a veteran.

Two teams of men and horses were divided in one breath, sixty people were scattered, and there were still forty people in the hands of the calamity, and the three teams all had a numerical advantage over Simon's team, once the signal flare was sold, the calamity blade, one-eared, and blind monkey who were proficient in the terrain could all come in an instant, as long as they stuck to the enemy, they were concocted at will.

While letting the gun sway, the calamity blade took out a small wine jug and poured it into a mouthful, and when he remembered that the damn rookie team turned out to be the M5 rifle that everyone had lived, his heart was nameless, he fought to the death, broke through the living corpse nest, took out the devil's nest, fished out the lake demon eggs, and earned this expedition team that had a large number of Mill City, and only then did he buy ten M5 and other items eliminated by the city defense army. Usually he is too lazy to bother with the black and eat the black to shoot at the small team, it is really a rookie team so rich, with the full M5, the ghost knows what else there is to treasure!

As for whether it is a private army of a big man, Disaster Blade doesn't believe that those high-eyed old men will dress like this to make him misunderstand, even if it is a private army? In these thousands of square kilometers of Zhika ruins, his hands and feet are clean, who knows that he did it?

These twenty standard M5s are in hand, and it will not be a problem to expand by a hundred people, so that the western pioneer team that is qualified to report to the city council can pull up more people when they get the resources, and go to the western desert full of gold and oil for a few years......

Just as they were thinking about the white skirts of the famous white swans in the Iron City, the Disaster Blade had already walked through this long street, and the Dorian explorers who were advancing in an intercity search formation were all relaxed, not slack, but confident, confident that this is the backyard loitering.

Calamity Blade saw the Union Pacific Fort Outpost lit up even during the day, it was the fortress of Mill's army, and all exchanges of fire within the top tower outpost were considered a direct signal for attack, and as such, within this range, it was a safe area.

The fortress tower can be said to stand out from the crowd, without him, all the nearby high-rise buildings were blown up by the defenders, preventing the living corpses from flying over in the night. Expeditions looking to enter the core of the Ruins of Chika would choose to rest at the Union Pacific Station Army Fort at the confluence of Old Chicago's downtown transportation lines. Of course, there are taxes. If there is a harvest, it can even be sold directly to the defenders, but the price is definitely not as high as in the city.

When he was in a good mood, Calamity Blade's nose moved, as if he smelled a smell that he would remember for the rest of his life.

Corpse stench.

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