Chapter 237: Death's Black Scythe
It's October, it's late autumn, but the days in the wilderness are still as hot and dry as ever, but don't dismiss the heat too soon, because by the time autumn and winter dawn, the temperature will cool down at an unimaginable rate after a cold rain.
When the wilderness enters winter, the temperature during the day will approach minus 20 or 30 degrees, and the temperature at night will reach minus 70 degrees, which is comparable to the north and south poles of the old era.
Large cities may not be so exaggerated because of their biosphere function, but the winter wilderness is really an ice hell, how cold is it? Eighty percent of the mutated creatures are hibernating, and even these powerful monsters from the cube can't withstand the cold!
Survivors who want to survive will find ways to hoard food and grass in the gathering place, pile it up in the basement, and survive the winter with their bodies trembling.
Those who did not stock up on food and forage, were not well prepared, or tried to hunt in vain during the winter months were generally turned into ice sculptures.
Of course, this is a few months later, and now October is still scorching, and sweat dripping on the ground will make a sizzling sound like barbecue.
Many people will fantasize about the cold in their minds to cope with the current scorching heat, such as the rebel soldier who is on a mission now.
This soldier is a scout of a certain unit of the Central China Marine Army of the Northern Rebel Army, who is usually active in the war-torn zone in the middle of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.
As long as you see a small-scale Republican Hui soldier, just put the cold gun and run away after the fight, it's good to be dead, and it's better to be disabled.
This is the strategy of defeating the enemy in the general direction formulated by the supreme commander of the northern rebel army, "Shozong", taking advantage of the shortcomings of the Republican Hui Wilderness Expeditionary Force in terms of organization and dispersion, and carrying out cold gun killing and wounding to the greatest extent.
In the past few years, there have been more than 10,000 soldiers killed and wounded by the Radiance of the Republic, and these scouts will also take advantage of the grain production advantages of their own territory to buy off the evolutionaries in the territory with grain, collect information extensively, and make the Radiance of the Republic miserable.
Today, the scout was also on his mission as always, the hot weather made him feel that the water in his whole body was evaporating rapidly, he took out the military kettle, and drank a sip of clean water with added vitamins, the comfort of moistening his dry throat made him unconsciously smart.
Halfway through his drink, the scout suddenly stopped, hurriedly looked ahead with his binoculars, and when a small group of Republican Radiance soldiers appeared in his sight, he showed an icy smile, and the prey was here again!
The rebel soldier found a good position and aimed his gun at the head of a Republican Radiance soldier in the distance, and before firing the shot, he dipped his finger in a little saliva and applied it to the iron crosshair in front of the muzzle of the gun, which was his personal prayer action.
"Die, **." In the eyes of the scout, the other party was already a dead man, and he muttered with a nervous mouth, and slowly pulled the trigger.
But halfway through the trigger, the Scout's fingers froze, because... He saw the tank!
The scouts thought it was just a regular patrol, but who would have thought that more and more soldiers appeared on the other side of the horizon, not only galloping armored vehicles, but also roaring tanks to clear the way.
The scout's first thought was revenge, some time ago their troops tried to cross the Yangtze River, except for the 121st Regiment of the 14th Division of the Central China Marine Army was inexplicably annihilated, the rest of the departments blossomed more, so that the republican Hui released a big wave of blood, and now they are estimated to be retaliating with the army.
The scout didn't shoot this shot, he didn't think that his legs could outrun the armored car, so he quickly began to retreat, and at the same time took out the communicator and said in a low voice: "Headquarters, the coordinates here are 231.121, a large number of ** troops have been observed, please immediately fortify and deal with it!" Did Command receive it? Headquarters? ”
The scout talked for a long time and found that the signal was inexplicably blocked, and just when he was confused, a silver bell-like laugh suddenly sounded: "What's wrong?" Little soldier, did you forget to charge your phone bill? ”
The scout was suddenly shocked, he had received good anti-reconnaissance training, and he could feel that there were mosquitoes flying within ten meters, but now that a living person was close to him, he didn't even notice it?!
The scout looked in the direction from which the voice came in astonishment, and saw a person standing aside at some point, this figure was very small, really petite, at most 150 tall, and looked relatively thin, like a cute doll, and the most charming thing was the charming eyes, black as thick ink, farther than the sky, deeper than the night sky.
The scout just wanted to raise his gun to fight back, when he suddenly felt a black shadow flash, this black shadow was so fast, the terrifying speed directly detonated the air, and made a loud sound that broke through the sound barrier, and the sharp blade cut his throat bone impartially, not a minute deeper, not a point shallow, and the wound condensed an extremely cold frost under the convergence of some mysterious power, which did not melt even under the scorching sun.
The Scout slumped to the ground, and before he died, he saw the "doll" come to the side, looking at him condescendingly, the corners of his lips raised in a ghostly and bloody arc, and his dark eyes full of morbid excitement and laughter.
The girl lifted her leg and tugged at the hem of her trousers, her white ankles looming with seductive bony curves, and the slender foot in the boots slowly pressed against the scout's face, slowly, little by little, and finally crushed the skull to pieces with the sound of bones twisting.
"General, the flies have been swatted." The girl seems to be talking to someone, but she doesn't have a communicator on her, so it can only be telepathy from a psyker!
"Well, Mogu, the spies on the rebel front line will be handed over to you and the other 'crows', and no one shall be missed." The voice of the cold kite sounded in the girl's head.
"Leave it to me."
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The death of this rebel scout is not the only example, in fact, the "eyeline" of the rebel scouts, secret sentinels, spies and other "eyelines" deployed in the war-torn area are constantly disappearing, dying one after another, and the most terrible thing is that they died quietly without any warning in advance, and they fell one after another in such a dead silence, and even the information could not be transmitted.
This situation is like an invisible virus that has turned into a black scythe of death, harvesting their lives like ripe wheat.
By the time the rebels' frontline command found out that they were missing one by one, and finally realized that something was wrong, it was too late...
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