Half an hour ago, two tanks swayed and whistling through the snow-covered streets of Tongliao City, the slightly deformed flexible track links twisted by the huge pressure brought by the high-speed driving made a "creaking" sound as if they would break at any time, the "rumble" sound of the load wheels and the driving wheels hitting each other, and the low and hoarse roars of the "people" who were slowly but firmly surging towards them all around formed a terrifying and dark blood-colored music. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The streets of this northern Chinese city were littered with Russian-made armoured combat vehicles and light tanks, and the blood stains flowed down the surface of the radar-absorbing armor that had been peeled off due to long-term lack of maintenance into the snow, and spilled along the messy deep and shallow footprints to the end of the field of vision, and it was not until the snow on the surface of the street that their wheels had been rolled into a thin and transparent layer of frost that the reason for the constant bumps of the car was truly revealed in front of the driver and the commander.

The sunlight, which was bright but did not feel any warmth at all, was as cold as a cold light, and a deep sense of fear took over the eyes of the two tanks that were staring through the lookout holes.

This is not the road! This is a ghost path made by the dead!

Countless corpses littered the streets, and the hideous faces that were so white and inhuman-like under the thin layer of frost widened their bloodied eyes as if to question why the soldiers did not give them peace after they died! The festering limbs were forever frozen in the image of maggots wriggling on muscle fibers under the cold temperature of ice and snow, and on the two corpses that had been crushed by the tracks, the viscous red liquid slowly seeped out along the rut marks, and flowed down the grid-like rut marks to the retreating tank, like two red ghost claws desperately rushing towards them.

The cold, slippery feeling of discomfort crept up the back of the neck of every crew member who saw this scene, and in a panic, in addition to a strong retreat, they kept trying to get in touch with the Far East Command with a mobile radio, but soon they were horrified to find that not only the army that should be hoarded in the city at this moment could not be contacted, but even another tank that was close at hand had lost contact!

Panic quickly spread through the car, and they were surrounded by the living dead in front of and behind them, as if they could come out of nowhere, and even one of the crew members saw the transparent frost layer of the street run over by the tank crack like a spider web, and a palm with only mutilated white bones poked out of the cracked cracks.

"Boom!" The tank body slammed into it.

"What's the situation!" The captain didn't dare to turn his head back and shouted loudly. However, the rapidly retreating tank soon revealed what it had just knocked down, which was a wall composed of metal blast shields, and a small portable machine battery stood on one side of the wall, which was the standard defense equipment of the Russian army after occupying highland buildings during the Chechen War, and at this time the clear arrow shells were being inserted into the side of the cannon in a row of bullet chains, except for the pod-like seats.

It was only then that the people who fled in a hurry realized a possibility that they had never dared to think of, whether the 23,600 ground troops of the Far Eastern Military District had been completely wiped out?

This idea came so suddenly, so absurdly, if 1,900 main battle tanks and 2,400 armored combat vehicles were completely wiped out here, how desperate it would be, if the forces of the Far Eastern Military District were destroyed here, their motherland would no longer have enough strength to support the day of their comeback.

The top priority is to get the news out immediately, if the remaining elite of the unwitting Kaliningrad strategic battle cluster is driven here unsuspected, even if they can successfully escape, they will be bitten off by the living dead all over the city.

"There aren't many monsters behind, let's rush out!" The commander yelled into the cabin, the driver suddenly increased the power to the maximum, the rumbling engine roar and the instant spray of blue-gray smoke alerted the crew of the other tank next to him, and the other party also increased the horsepower, the two tanks completely ignored the incoming corpses, stopped the pace of progress, and turned in a circle, the tank tracks instantly twisted the pile of corpses on the ground into a huddled lump of flesh, and the dark green viscous gel liquid that still did not freeze in the ice and snow suddenly sprayed the track of one of the tanks, The other was lucky enough to escape the scene at high speed, avoiding the fate of being splattered by corpse fluid.

Tiny columns of black smoke emerged from the links of the tracks, and the corroded holes, which were so dense and imperceptible to the naked eye, appeared on the surface of the alloy steel, looking as dense and terrifying as a hornet's nest. The holes gradually increased, and slowly joined together, and the high-speed tracks carried the dark green liquid filled with the holes to the transmission wheels, and then spread through the other belt surfaces of the transmission wheels to the entire flank of the tank.

"Bang dang!" The track was finally corroded out of a gap that could no longer support the transmission wheel rotation power track, this gap cracked in the next second when the vehicle continued to drive, and the track disc that lost its circulation quickly broke away from the whole tank under the idling of the moving wheel, and when the people in the car saw all this through the observation port, the high-speed tank had turned a large circle of nearly 100 degrees around the side that lost the track, and once again faced the dense corpses that were pouring in front of the city center.

The corrosion continued, but the little liquid that splashed on the tank's main armor was almost negligible, because the swarm of corpses could drown the entire tank before it could dissolve through the heavy armor.

The commander's heart was in his throat, and the eyes that had been stimulated by the dazzling reflection of ice and snow and the disgusting madness of the sight made his eyes even more like a cramp, and he estimated the possibility of rushing out on foot or sitting on the roof of another tank to escape, and finally he gritted his teeth fiercely: "The time has come to die for the country!" Our Highness, protect them from leaving! ”

No one answered, they didn't want to die, but now they were in a mortal situation, if they could, they wished that the tracks were not broken, and just as the commander picked up his rifle and pushed open the hatch and stood up, the tank, which had already rushed some distance, drove back upside down as if it had discovered the situation here.

"Bastard! Don't you know how to escape! The commander looked at his comrades who had returned again, and a wave of hot tears welled up in his sore eyes, and the next moment he saw the opponent's hatch being pushed open, and the gun commander with a huge spare track shoe under his arm crawled out.

"Stand back!" The gun commander jumped out of the tank and shouted as he ran.

On the offensive battlefield, if the tracks of your own tank are damaged, the crew generally gets off the car and mounts the spare track shoes, and connects the two sides of the intact track over the damaged part, although it may not last long, but the emergency of a battle for an hour is enough to deal with, no matter how bad it is, you can also remove the damaged troops, and then unload a few moving wheels, and connect the tracks shorter, although the direction will always deviate to the damaged side, but it is still a backup method, which is much safer than becoming a live target. In the hands of skilled members, this process may only take a few minutes.

However, the Spitfire's tracks have fallen off completely, and the gun commander's plan is to let the tank go, let the moving wheels pass through the damaged tracks, and then hit the spare plate, but they are not in the battlefield of attack, but the scene of the zombie siege!