Spending the night in the "fence" camp was a chore, and in order to save fuel, all vehicles were not allowed to turn on the heating for long periods of time, even for the fleet commander, and could only turn on the heating for a short period of five minutes in an hour, which meant that every hour, the driver and driver had to take turns turning on the heating manually, saving them from freezing in the cold night.

Without a push from the deputy, Ryan woke up automatically, and the legs and feet outside the blanket quickly dispersed the drowsiness, and the fatigue of the morning bumps poured in, but it couldn't completely disperse the tiredness, Ryan tightened the blanket, ignoring the deputy Keith next to the joystick and snoring, Ryan looked out the window, exhaled, as if he saw a few frozen white vapors, and then easily fumbled to the heating switch under the dashboard, but after pressing it several times, there was still no response.

"Damn." Ryan scolded softly. The team certainly doesn't expect such a stupid move as self-regulation, and all vehicles have a timer button on the heater valves, and the countdown will not bounce back until it ends, so why doesn't the heater automatically turn on after the countdown ends? Hmph, someone always sleeps until dawn.

Ryan looked at his watch, and the hands pointed to 2:55 p.m., a little before they could be turned on. Ryan only felt that his mouth was astringent, and the old smoking gun knew that it was a cigarette addiction. The carriage was also freezing to death, so I simply got off the car and jumped for a while, and came to a cigarette to pass over, so that I could fall asleep comfortably after getting on the bus.

The No. 46 car where Ryan was was in the second round of the "fence", and there happened to be a car with an outer ring blocking the wind, but he was shocked when the door was poured by the wind.

Ryan stepped on the three-step ladder before falling to the ground, a wet soft soil, and the boots instantly sank into it for a few minutes, Ryan squinted at his feet, smelling a breath of sober breath after the rain. It was probably a light rain after midnight, and Ryan thought, and then worried about whether this would be a sign before the rainstorm, once the heavy precipitation continued for more than 2 hours, the road to the return would be soaked in mud, and the delay date would be a trivial matter, and it would be hell if he encountered some unknown danger.

Lighting a cigarette, Ryan stood by the tracks of the car and took out his second child and happily drained the stock. This kind of heavy-duty crawler conveyor is one person tall on the chassis alone, and if it is not for the poor road conditions, it is not a problem to load hundreds of tons of goods in one go. Poseidon citizens are required to carry out nine years of compulsory education, and basic literacy skills are good, and Ryan can tell that the date on the vehicle's nameplate is before 2056, that is, before the war.

......A strange birdsong caught Ryan's attention, but through the layers of vehicles, Ryan stretched his neck and couldn't see anything, he shivered and pulled up his trouser chains, leaning on the track to silently drain the cigarette, his thoughts easily drifted to the strange things he had encountered on the road over the years.

Poseidon citizens are considered adults at the age of sixteen, except for those who have achieved excellent results in compulsory education and can go to the headquarters to continue their studies, and all the rest will be assigned work, and six out of ten people will be assigned to the base factory, starting from the most basic assembly line and manual workers, and ten days a month will be set aside for full-time military training. The remaining four people entered the combat unit, received a higher level of training, and were assigned to accompany the infantry regiment, outpost, divers, sea crew, fast reaction unit and other units according to the situation, the most popular place is naturally the mecha unit, which enjoys the highest level of supplies and benefits, and the most unlucky is to be a diver, cleaning the bottom of the warship for ten hours a day, and cleaning the oil drilling platform pillars. As far as Ryan knew, every moonlight that broke through the isolated power grid could kill twenty or thirty divers.

Lane himself was a little lucky, and after two years at the outpost, he was entrusted to join the long-distance transport team that was newly established at that time and lacked personnel, and worked for eight years, from the lowliest maintenance worker to the current heavy track vehicle commander, although he only had one person under his hands......

Over the past eight years, Ryan has seen more wasteland monsters than most Poseidon citizens have ever seen in their lifetime. For example, the most common jungle ghoul, the disgusting thing with long legs on the head, is now too lazy for the convoy to shoot when they see it, at most it is a giant ghoul that is worth wasting a few grenades. As for the giant forest python, the sapper ant tide, the dark scorpion lion, and the jackal, which seem to bluff people, but in fact can't withstand a single soldier cloud burst bomb, they can't even become the talk of the transport team.

Speaking of what can make Ryan's heart palpitate, it is estimated that only two years ago, the Night Demon Eagle, hundreds of large birds with a physique like a dive bomber, really like a bomber, knocked the "fence" into a back, and after the convoy reacted, this group of flat-haired animals flew away again, and later it took a lot of work for the investigation team to find out that it was extremely rare to encounter a lost migratory eagle.

Do you want to do it again? Regardless of your hunger. Ryan thought maliciously. However, he knew that the migration season of the Coast Eagle had not yet arrived, and those who came from the north would not come until next month, and they had skimmed along the coastline, not intersecting with the usual routes of the convoy.

Ryan waved his hand to dispel the excessive smoke, climbed into the car, turned on the heating, and instantly felt like he had entered heaven, wrapped himself in a blanket, and quickly fell asleep.

In the dream, Ryan returned to the Mayport base, where the poker-faced wife finally smiled and waited for him with her two children. Even in a Poseidon standard navy blue uniform, the wife looks so beautiful. Ryan trotted all the way over, but gradually stopped, and he suddenly found that the wife and daughter in front of him had faded in color and weathered into three statues, and there was no base around him? It was all bare beaches, until Ryan turned around and a hollow dragon was staring at him.

Then devour it in one bite.

"Car 46! Car No. 46! Ryan, who woke up, immediately kicked his deputy awake, dragged the microphone in the car and said, "Car No. 46 received." ”

A late-night call, either good or bad, the voice in the microphone was really eager: "Emergency plan B!" ”

"Password?"

"Delta-Alpha."

Sleepy and suddenly woken up, Keith looked confused and asked, "What happened?" ”

Ryan threw away the blanket, hurriedly stepped on the clutch, put the steering wheel, and pulled the hard lever with one hand, only then did he free his hand and slapped Kees, yelling, "Come here and break it together!" ”

The two of them spent their strength to feed, and just as they were about to press the lever, a pillar of fire suddenly exploded outside the armored windshield, and the violent explosion even made the dozens of tons of tracked vehicle tremble, and directly shook the two back to their seats.

Ryan crawled up, grabbed the swaying microphone, and shouted, "The car! Total car! Whether to go into combat or not! Ryan looked out the window, and the first circle of "fence" cars was still standing still, not even a patrol team had seen, and there was a blazing fire and noise ahead.

Ryan's heart fell to the bottom, and he patted the stunned Keith again and again, and shouted: "Hurry up and buckle the rod!" Buckle down! Where's your pistol! In your pocket! ”

Of course, it was not only Ryan who was awakened, everyone in the camp suddenly came to their senses, and in an instant, the public channel was boiling, especially the explosion that occurred out of nowhere, which made everyone think that they had been attacked, and the well-trained patrol team quickly moved closer to the explosion.

"Hey, what's going on up ahead?" Ryan rolled down the window and stopped an armored infantryman passing by, who hurried and said, "I don't know, it seems to be a tanker...... Yes! ”

Before the armored infantry finished speaking, a pair of giant claws with a metallic luster instantly pulled him up in the air like a toy, and in Ryan's stunned gaze, the armored infantry rose straight up, until a tyrannical roar pierced the camp, and a rain of crackling blood fell, clearly tearing limbs!

Ryan slammed the car door, picked up the rifle placed next to his seat, leaned out and shot wildly at the dark red light spots in the dark night sky, and in an instant, a large cloud of orange and yellow gunfire lit up the entire night sky.

"Jesus the Father." Ryan muttered, his index finger detached from the trigger, and all he could see was the red-eyed demon eagle with a wingspan of more than ten meters, and the number of them was so large that it had already covered the moonlight.

Ryan rushed back into the car like lightning, rolled up the window at the maximum speed of his life, pulled over Keese, grabbed his hair on the back of his forehead, and forced himself to calm down: "Listen to me, let's work hard together, buckle this rod, you must be steady, I count to three." ”

Frightened like a quail's deputy, the two held the lever with a thick human thigh, and Ryan said, "Three." ”

"Two."

"One! Press! ”

Ryan's face flushed, but how easy was it to pull the all-important gear lever without warming up the engine in advance? What's more, there are many demon eagles flying outside, and I don't know when they came.

"Go on......" Ryan said as he saw the joystick sink and gritted his teeth.

"Bang!" The tracked car suddenly tilted, and the two of them collided forward with great force, and the lever that bounced back slammed into Ryan's forehead, and in a dazed state, he saw blood-red points of light swinging outside the car window. He vaguely noticed Keith howling and rummaging through the rifle next to his seat belt, aiming it at the shock.

"Hey! Don't shoot! With a rush of blood, Ryan struggled to regain control of his body, but it was too late.

The rifle fired, and where did the bullets fired towards the roof penetrate the tracked vehicle? In an instant, the bullets bounced off to form a ricochet, reflecting back and forth in the narrow compartment, splashing fluffy sparks. .........................................................

Ryan gasped for breath and struggled to climb over the joystick, touching his motionless deputy, wet in his hand, painfully finding that the reckless boy's face was pitted, and Keith had been killed by his own bullets.