The Cold War, the half-century-long haze of the Earth in the previous life, made almost everyone in the world feel as if they were choked by the throat. Because the two poles collided and entangled with each other, the fuse of nuclear war had been lit almost several times, and it was forcibly suppressed because of the restraint of both sides. But even so, it has terrified all countries in the world, especially when people who lived through that era have described the fear they once felt in film and television works.

The clouds of nuclear war in this world have been hanging over for more than a hundred years, and the restraint and forbearance during this period have reached the limit. Historically, there have been more than one armed conflict between the Soviets and the American Union on the border, and even frontal battles have reached the point of war. If it weren't for the fact that the leaders of both sides were afraid of the nuclear forces possessed by both sides, then a major war that could destroy the world would not have to wait until 2077 to raise countless mushroom clouds on the earth.

But this repression and forbearance is like clogging the lid of the steam exhaust, and when everything is in the extreme, an explosion occurs. Everything was already expected on that day, and the end of the war in the Middle East, both the dried oil resources and the end of the war in the Middle East, symbolized the final outbreak. But Liszt knew that it was on October 23, 2077, a standard normal day, that nuclear war broke out.

Even sometimes Liszt's mind will automatically appear the tragedy of the nuclear explosion, because he understands the so-called Radiation Wasteland, and from another point of view, he also thought that he had lived in the radiation wasteland. But the game is always a game, characters can be upgraded, humans can wrestle with deathclaws, super mutants, the heat of tens of thousands of degrees of nuclear explosion can't scorch the skin of creatures, and an ordinary knife in the hands of high-level and high-attribute characters, but it can kill the strongest mutant monsters.

It's a living world, and every time Liszt wakes up from his bed, he learns more about it. Because he himself lives here, living here, he knows history, he knows about monsters, he knows certain horrors. There is no so-called level, there is no so-called attributes, and there is no embarrassment that the most ordinary knife can kill mutant creatures, and the fat man nuclear bomb cannot destroy a legendary deathclaw.

Slowly opening his eyes, Liszt opened the sleeping bag like a silkworm chrysalis, and a chill instantly woke up his head after a night's sleep. Taking a deep breath, a refreshing smell of wild grass suddenly entered his lungs between his snorts, making him stretch hard in the sleeping bag, and completely free himself from the shackles of the sleeping bag under him. Twisting his neck, Liszt looked at the small single tent in front of him, sat cross-legged in the sleeping bag, and gently rubbed the corners of his eyebrows: "There are still eighteen years to go." ”

Last night's dream made him feel as if he was in the scene, in the mushroom clouds that rose again and again, the heat and shock waves even the mountains seemed to be about to be lifted, even if he hid in a dark and solid bomb shelter, more than ten meters above the ground, he felt his heart beating and about to burst. Liszt clenched his fists slightly, subconsciously reached out and touched his chest, the beating heart still had an obvious touch, so he couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly: "It's really scary." ”

"Captain Liszt, are you awake?"

As if hearing voices coming from inside the tent, the scout in charge of the guard outside approached and asked softly. Liszt answered, but did not continue to sit in the tent, but simply lifted the sleeping bag and bent over to stand up. Camping in the wilderness, it was not like going hunting or outing, in the area where the battle was happening all the time, he just didn't take off his full armament, and fell asleep with shoes and combat uniforms.

Pulling the tent open, a dim light had already appeared in the sky, it seemed to be morning, but because the sun had not yet shone on the land, there was a slight chill with the wind blowing. Liszt raised his hand and looked at the time, the hands showed that it was half past five in the morning, and slowly yawned, he nodded and said, "It's the same as the stipulated time." ”

In the surrounding tents, all the scouts who were also heavily armed came out, and their sleepy eyes were blown by the cold wind, and they all suddenly woke up. The first night in the field was still quite difficult, but most of the soldiers who followed Liszt had been in the Mexican battlefield before, and had experienced the harsher and more dangerous environments, but they were able to adapt to it, and within a few minutes they were able to regain their usual vigor.

"There were no problems in the first half of the night and the second half of the night, and there were no abnormalities around."

Sofitel also came out of the tent, squinted at the slowly appearing fish white in the distance, stretched hard, and came to Liszt as if unintentionally, but the voice was only audible to the two of them: "But at four o'clock in the morning, an hour before now, I found an unfamiliar radio signal coming from our camp. ”

"An unfamiliar radio signal?" Liszt lowered his head slightly, but the mockery at the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled. The Anchorage Line had just been built, and it needed a large number of troops to fill the gap, and it was impossible for the spies who had already lurked in the American Federation to give up this great opportunity. Turning his head slightly to look at Sofitel's calm face, Liszt asked, "Caught?" ”

"Caught, his father was a Canadian immigrant, and after he arrived, his father trained him as a spy."

Sophie nodded, pointing her chin to an infantry fighting vehicle without leaving a trace. Liszt followed his gaze, and at the back door of the M2 "Bradley" infantry fighting vehicle, two scouts were standing smoking cigarettes, as if they were talking about something interesting, and from time to time they let out hearty laughter, which seemed very leisurely. But their eyes swept around them while talking and laughing, and their hands did not leave the M4A1 assault rifle hanging from their chests, obviously extremely cautious.

Pursing the corners of his mouth, Liszt packed up his tent and sleeping bag, sleeping on the ground last night made him feel a little sore. This made him stretch hard, and at the same time glanced around at the still beautiful environment, and a smile appeared on his face: "Maybe a cigarette in the morning, that's really good." As he spoke, he walked towards the M2 Bradley infantry fighting vehicle, and said to the two soldiers with a smile: "Hey, my dear lads, borrow a cigarette and borrow a fire at the same time." ”

This obvious excuse required little prior communication, and the two scouts immediately understood what Liszt meant. He reached out and took out a box of cigarettes from his jacket and handed it to Liszt, and when he tried to find the lighter, he patted his pocket but showed a stunned expression, and said with an embarrassed face: "I forgot the lighter inside." ”

"It's okay, it's a little cold outside, I'll smoke inside."

With a cigarette in his mouth, Liszt reached out and opened the car door, and easily slipped into it directly, closing the door at the same time. The two scouts seemed to shrug their shoulders helplessly, and after each winked at each other, they scattered and walked towards other places, as if they had gone about their own business. Even Sofitel had already walked towards the machine-gun position above the hill, and by this time their mission had been completed, and the next step was Liszt's arrangement.

As a standard military vehicle of the U.S. military, the M2 "Bradley" infantry fighting vehicle not only has strong actual combat performance, but also has a relatively spacious interior. According to the physique of the Americans, eight heavily armed men sat in it just right, and even eleven people could squeeze through it if the comfort level was not considered.

But now in the carriage, there are already three people sitting quietly, smoking cigarettes from each other, as if they have encountered trouble. Listra opened the door and walked in, a strong smell of smoke suddenly made him can't help coughing lightly, and he opened the machine gun shooting hole next to him helplessly, looked at the three people who were silently watching him and nodded: "Good morning everyone, it is a crucial morning, I want to breathe fresh air." ”

Liszt had a smile on his face, as if he had seen his three friends. However, his eyes were on the guy sitting in the middle, who was silently smoking a cigarette and not saying a word, and said to the two people next to him helplessly: "What's wrong?" Don't like this beautiful morning? ”

As he spoke, he took out a lighter from his jacket pocket, gently lit the cigarette in his mouth, and took a deep breath greedily until the mellow gas filled his heart, and then slowly spit it out, turning into a dragon of smoke hovering in the carriage. And with a smile on the corner of Liszt's mouth, he looked directly at the guy sitting in the middle in front of him, and nodded lightly: "Actually, you also know that sometimes death is not terrible. ”