"The wind is starting to lighten." Ryan said the speed pole he had placed in front of the dilapidated house was transmitting data back in real time. "At 12.4 meters per second, it's one level lower than when it started."

"Good." Sergeant Amelie also received the information, all the way from the Plain base, they are all collecting meteorological and hydrological information along the way, it is now February, the coldest month has passed, the temperature has risen slightly, it is a rare calm period before the spring cold, and it can even rise to minus ten degrees when the year is good, and the wind speed in some places with abundant water and grass is also continuing to decrease.

"Encrypt, pass it to headquarters, and a little lower we can release the drone." The sergeant's mask flickered slightly, it was a low temperature warning, in order to save fuel, the exoskeleton was running at full power and had to cut other projects, and the heating line naturally bore the brunt.

Ryan took off his helmet, took out the winter towel around his neck, coughed a few times with his fist, and put his hand in front of the fire, no matter how advanced the equipment the soldiers were wearing, a bonfire, a pot of hot water, would always be their constant pursuit. "There's five minutes to go, and we can't afford to delay too long." Sergeant Ameli said. "Gollum......" Habart stuck his tongue out into the spout, desperately trying to lick the few drops of water left in the thermos, and even gave the water ration card in order to drink some coffee.

"Bring it." The sergeant ordered angrily, glaring at Habut's kettle, both of them were superior and like brothers. "Tell me, where's your gun oil?" The sergeant asked. "Here, here." Habart took a sip and patted the side pocket of his marching backpack, at least when it came to his life. Extremely low temperatures in the field rendered the vast majority of firearms out of order, including the M5 modular rifle used by the regular army before the war.

Ryan disassembled the butt of the ADS rifle, not even the sights left, and after loading the bolt into the additional contact on his left arm, the entire noose rifle was put into his backpack, there are a large number of swamps south of Columbus City, ordinary small-caliber bullets are very difficult to deal with swamp monsters, and they need to be hooked and dragged over at close range to ensure killing, since they have crossed the Athens swamp, the ADS noose gun modified from the underwater rifle is naturally useless for the time being

Finish. "John, the line is for you." Ryan passed the wire behind the arrow.

"What a beautiful girl." John leaned in. "Your youngest daughter is five years old, isn't she?" When handing over the line, he accidentally brought out the photo in his breast pocket, and John picked it up and exclaimed. It was a family portrait of a family of five.

"Seven years old." Ryan took the photo back, loosened the zipper and stuffed it into his underwear pocket, and said briefly. "This year's service period is over, and I plan to take a leave of absence and move to Area E."

"Aren't you going to be a neighbor of Habut, then?" Little John frowned, and whispered to the coffee boy who was resting with his eyes closed, "You also have a daughter who is almost an adult, and Habutt has an unmarried brother, and his father is a guild master, which is good, isn't it?" ”

"Move the girls, move your ass." Améli stomped on the fire and shouted. "Besides, if she likes it." Ryan put back his helmet and said perfunctorily, picking up the AEK rifle at hand, the guns designed by the old empire still worked well in the cold conditions, and the Allied M5 rifle was actually not too popular in the Iron Army.

The special operations team spent the middle of the night walking along the edge of the Athens swamp, and it was not until dawn that they found a place where the ruins of the pre-war villages and towns could be seen everywhere in the wasteland to rest for a while. "The wind speed is still decreasing, 10 meters per second, force 6 wind." The sapper exoskeleton ejected the anemographic. As the winter sun warmed, Ryan turned up the heating valve a little more, and because of the high visibility, they had to walk along the frozen Okeio River, slowly walking through the white reeds that were more than half a man high.

"Unleash the drone." Sergeant Amelie nodded, and the Winle brothers quickly assembled the "Elf" tactical drone from their backpacks one after the other. "Walk you." Wink grabbed the drone with both arms, spun in place, and threw it into the air. With a "buzz" sound, the quadcopter drone suddenly soared into the sky until it was impossible to see with the naked eye.

"I'm calibrating my flight trajectory and climbing the altitude ......," Wink called up a map of the area on the visual panel, planning the drone's flight path on the master control board of the successfully connected arm

Line. "The six-eye navigation has been turned on, the estimated altitude is 1,200 meters, the attitude is stable, the front is safe, no danger has been detected, the ice is stable, and we can follow the river all the way to the assembly point."

The sergeant waved his hand forward, and the soldiers continued to move forward, and the wind never dropped again when it reached level six. The wasteland soil was too poor to give birth to the tall trees it had before the war, and even in the Great Lakes region, it took a long time to compost with fishery scraps before a shelterbelt was created.

Detected by drones, the soldiers were able to jump out of the river and quickly glide on the sled to reach the first target point. "We're in the ruins of Parkersburg, the bullets are loaded, and if the other side makes any dangerous moves, shoot and kill!" The sergeant watched vigilantly at the crumbling houses of the estuary, the Okeio River was passable for fishing boats in the summer, and Parkersburg was at the crossroads of the river, where many homeless people would gather in the summer to rob travelers down the river.

"Understood." Ryan saw the rudimentary crane that had been frozen and brittle blowing crumbling in the cold wind, and a white bone that had been gnawed away was pierced into the skull by an iron hook, but it was not scattered, probably because of the ice and snow.

"I see their signal." Logan leads the way as a scout, and the bright red silk scarves hanging in a ship that looks like it has been dumped in the harbor are still fluttering in the wind, apparently not long after they were hung.

"They're punctual, sir." Logan said. Ameli snorted with his nostrils to the sky, and said disdainfully: "The crusaders who have spoken of credit have been fed to the dogs these days, if we hadn't been assigned by the above, if it was Lao Tzu who was in charge, we would have to go along the vine and touch the melons to applaud, and we would go." ”

Even if the other party released the signal in advance, the soldiers of the Iron Army did not dare to take it lightly, and they covered each other's advance in groups of twos and twos, and the high-altitude drones did not scan valuable information, and the crusaders hidden in the shadows were definitely veterans, fighting each other for so long, and they all figured out the most common tricks.

"Stop." Sergeant Amelie approached the Parkersburg Bridge, which had been blown up on the day of the verdict, and beneath the bridge was the Red Silk Turban fishing boat, and the instincts of his years of experience immediately drove him to take cover, but once everyone had found their place. None of the nine red dots appeared in front of each person's forehead.

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