In this dangerous urban road, the Jeep communication vehicle has the advantage of being fast and convenient, and does not constitute a good cost performance. Judging from the fact that a complete deathclaw could kill all of their light infantry squads before, it can also be seen that if they continue to drive forward, the danger factor will increase exponentially.

One by one, they walked cautiously and bent over the side of the low wall, just as Liszt and O'Neill had walked. As regular armies, they are standard urban assaults, supporting each other or retreating in dispersal whenever there is a situation.

Moving towards the Plantagenet neighborhood, the gray fog was still shrouded in all around, except for the street lamps on both sides of the road and the lights on the apartment floors, the fog was not clear at all. It's like hell, there's not the slightest sound except for the sound of your own footsteps, and the occasional turn to look at your teammates behind you feels unreal.

The road was extremely quiet, and strangely safe, with Liszt and Buenard and three other soldiers gathering together to carefully hide in front of an apartment building. And Liszt cautiously looked at the surrounding situation, then turned his head and said softly: "If I am not mistaken, after turning that street in front of me, there is the Plantagenet neighborhood." ”

"That's right, behind the corner in front is the Plantagenet neighborhood."

Old Bunard stood up slowly, his gray hair was stained with a lot of sweat because of the rapid walking, but he didn't care about reaching out and brushing it, squinting his eyes full of old age lines and scanning the dense fog around him, but the gray patch still made him still can't see clearly, and couldn't help frowning: "But I remember, at least one platoon of soldiers is stationed here." ”

He still carried the AKS-74U short assault rifle that Liszt gave him, this kind of 5. The 45mm small-caliber high-power, flexible and compact assault rifle is now quite popular with him. Especially glancing at a few spots in the gray mist, his brows furrowed more and more, and he said slowly in a sagging voice: "This is not right. ”

(Here I'm going to point out that before, ahem, a little fault.) AKS-74U short assault rifle caliber is 5. 45mm, not 5. 64mm, I made a mistake before, I hope you will look at it in the future, just follow 5. Let's take a look at 45mm...)

"Of course that's wrong."

Liszt took over the conversation, as a young man, his eyes were clearer, but instead of looking at the street in front of him with visibility of no more than 30 meters, he squinted his eyes and slowly squatted down, looked at the pavement of the street a few meters away, took a deep breath, and said to old Bunal: "Maybe we should prepare for the worst." ”

"What?" Bunnard's face was solemn, and his eagle-sharp eyes swept over the area that Liszt had just seen, but his face became more solemn and serious. His breathing slowed down, he squinted his eyes slightly at Liszt, gritted his teeth but let out a cold snort: "I don't think things can be so bad." ”

However, the three U.S. Army soldiers behind them did not understand the meaning of what they said, and they did not understand too much, but they all held their M4A1 assault rifles and vigilantly scanned the surroundings, and faintly protected the old Bunard in the middle, forming a retreat that could disperse and flee into the apartment building, and directly and quickly occupy the surrounding favorable terrain.

Slowly lowering his head, Old Bunar subconsciously reached out and rubbed the AKS-74U short assault rifle in his arms, and slammed the rough wooden handle with his fingers, and only raised his head after a while, but his expression was a little tired and lost, and he said slowly in a hoarse voice: "Probably not, right?" I had a whole mechanized infantry brigade. ”

"If your troops, really according to your orders."

Looking at Bunnard's slightly red eyes, Liszt just shook his head and didn't say anything. He glanced at the silent street twice, slowly walked forward to the side of the street, squatted down lightly and touched the asphalt pavement with his hands, and nodded to Bunar with a solemn expression: "However, the answer leads to the conclusion that you are not the only commander. ”

Gently raising his hand, two fingers that had groped the ground were raised, and in front of Liszt, a fine layer of dust appeared on these two fingers. Old Bunnard's face was extremely ugly, even the faces of the three soldiers changed slightly, but Liszt blew hard, and then said lightly: "This is the dust left behind by the tracks after being loaded with rubber." Looking at the direction of the street, Liszt looked straight at Bunard and said: "Many tanks can only be formed when their tracks run over. ”

Dozens of tons of tanks entering urban roads, must be hung on the tracks to install rubber, otherwise their own weight and hard tracks can easily make the city government spend a few months to pave the road, become a mess, simply can not continue to let vehicles continue to pass.

But after all, it is a tank weighing tens of tons, and the powerful weight generated when it runs over the road will crush any small stone or object into the shape of powder. And Liszt breathed slowly, he stood up with his Winchester M1887 shotgun, looked at old Bunard and nodded: "At this time, it is useless to talk about other things." ”

"Let's go over and see, or I'll call the Federal Supreme Military Court directly and ask what the hell should be done!"

Gritting his teeth heavily, under the gray hair of old Bunal, a face was extremely gloomy and suppressed anger. The knuckles of his grip on the rifle were slightly white, and he walked directly to the front with the AKS-74U short assault rifle, gritting his teeth and saying angrily: "Disperse on both sides, be on alert, and immediately fire on warning if you find the enemy!" ”

"Understood!"

The three U.S. Army soldiers immediately followed, and at the same time pulled the elder Bunard, who was walking in the middle of the road, to the side of the edge, and walked carefully against the walls and corners of the apartment. And the soldier at the front also carried a rifle to explore the way in front, and for their own lives, the life of this old man was the most important thing they should consider.

But Liszt, who was lagging behind, couldn't help but exhale slowly, squinted at the small town behind him that seemed familiar and strange, shook his head and followed just as quickly. In the more than a year since he was assigned to this small town, he had never felt as strange as tonight, as if it was the first time he had come to this small town.

"It's not scientific."

At the end of the line, Liszt couldn't help but shake his head when he looked at the street lamps that were still lit around him, and the apartment buildings that seemed to be lit up with people, but the uneasiness in his heart was beating more and more. Spat at the side fiercely, he smiled a little helplessly: "This can't be a social science experiment that fell into that group of scientists, right?" ”

Judging from the urine of the group of scientists in the "Fallout" series, the current situation has to make Liszt think about it. If we start counting from the current year 2059, those shelters, which are actually mainly used for social experiments, have also begun to be built gradually. Even the original shelter, which was not among the 122 shelters, was probably built.

However, as a biological weapon, the deathclaw did not have much use in the pre-war war between the United States and the Soviet Union, or in the history of "Fallout", there is no record of the large-scale dropping of deathclaws on the battlefield. On the contrary, the power armor that can be seen everywhere in the wasteland of "Fallout" assumed the image of a savior in the war between the United States and the Soviet Union, and was thrown into the war on a large scale, successfully saving the United States under the powerful armor torrent of the Soviet Union.

"Wait, there's a situation ahead!"

Just as Liszt was still thinking nonsense, the old Bunard, who was walking in the middle, saw the soldier in the forefront, and the soldier raised his hand instantly. He immediately stood still and squatted down at the same time, signaling Liszt and the other two soldiers behind him to stop advancing, and Liszt also looked up at the front, but couldn't help frowning slightly.

Subconsciously turned his head to look behind him, although it was still dim and gloomy in the gray mist, the lights on both sides of the road and in the apartment were still bright, dispelling a lot of darkness. But when Liszt looked up ahead, there were only patches of dark streets at the end, and he couldn't help but curse in a low voice: "Damn." ”

In the darkness at the end of the street, I was truly completely caught in the deepest darkness. There was not the slightest light in it, whether it was the lights on the sides of the street, or the lights in the apartment buildings, they had all disappeared, only the gray mist, which seemed to be a silent towering dark giant, waiting there to devour its prey ****.

"Liszt!"

Old Bunnard's slightly hoarse voice sounded, and Liszt, who was behind, immediately ran over with a Winchester M1887 shotgun, and he still had a lot of respect for the old general. And the old Bunnard did not have the slightest politeness with Liszt, as if he were his own staff officer: "What do you think of the situation ahead? ”

The darkness in front of them made them all uneasy, and it seemed that it was the nature of human beings to fear the darkness, even if the old Bunard had been an army commander for so many years, in the face of so many bizarre things today, he was already a little unacceptable. Especially looking at the incomparably strange darkness in the silence in front of him, he took a deep breath, reached out and loosened a button on his chest, gritted his teeth and said, "We don't seem to have good luck today." ”

His face gradually became calm, one could even say expressionless. After a quick check of the AKS-74U short assault rifle in his hand, Old Bunard smiled indifferently at Liszt: "Now it seems that you, who are already civilians, should not come with me." ”

"War makes civilians go away? But I'm a veteran who is ready to be drafted by the federal government! ”

Liszt shook his head slightly, this world is not much different from the United States in the previous life, except for a few details, the law, the sophistication of people, and local customs are not much different. And in the face of this dilemma, he also snorted softly: "I still want to know, why that terrifying monster appeared in this small city!" ”