The pizza was a beef pizza that tasted good with salt and pepper, especially the full portion, and even an adult like Liszt could only eat two-thirds of it. But he could still feel that it was the product of the pizzeria on the corner street, a familiar taste that he ordered almost every day at noon.

The familiar smell made him feel calm, at least drinking Coke, Liszt's whole body was now slightly relaxed, if not looking downstairs. In just half an hour, in the middle of this street, the personnel carriers have already driven back and forth a few times, but according to Liszt's rough calculations, at least two regiments of troops are driving downstairs!

Two infantry squads were already stationed in the middle of the street and were busy building sandbags into makeshift fortifications. And in the outline of the temporary fortifications that are still under construction, an M1A2 "Abrams" main battle tank is parked in it, as if to cover their construction of fortifications.

"This firepower, urban warfare is really extravagant."

Two M2 Browning large-caliber heavy machine guns have been erected in sandbags, this 12. The 7mm large-caliber machine gun is the strongest meat grinder in urban warfare. Moreover, according to Liszt's observations, there are four M249 light machine guns in these two infantry squads erected around these two heavy machine guns, plus the M4A1 assault rifles in the hands of the rest of the soldiers, which have completely formed a terrifying fire network in the streets more than six meters wide.

And also counting one 1mm smoothbore tank gun of the M2A2 "Abrams" main battle tank, a 7. 62mm parallel machine gun, and an M2 Browning large-caliber heavy machine gun! Even according to Liszt's observations, the M4A1 assault rifles in the hands of this group of infantry were all hung with grenade launchers underneath!

"It is estimated that a regiment of infantry came here, and it can't be gnawed down without heavy firepower."

Sitting by the window, Liszt quietly ate his beef pizza, but his eyes swept cautiously over the soldiers at the bottom of the building. The two infantry squads had completed the construction of temporary fortifications under the cover of the main battle tanks, and looking at the fortifications of this standard urban warfare, Liszt couldn't help but grit his teeth slowly: "What is it that makes the army so nervous?" ”

If it was really a Soviet invasion, I am afraid that they would have been notified a long time ago, at least Liszt, as a retired soldier, had already asked to report it and return to service at any time. After all, the war between the two superpowers in the Cold War was not comparable to the one-sided Mexican war that preceded it.

And with the terrible steel torrent of the Soviet Union, if there was a real war, the civilians in the cities would also demand to go to bomb shelters or shelters. After all, the Soviet Union in this world is not far from the Soviet Union in the previous life, and the terrifying bombers, tanks, artillery and even nuclear bombs will be fatal to them, a small city on the east coast!

"Click."

Just as Liszt was staring at the fortifications below, the lights in the room that had been on were turned off in an instant. Liszt woke up in contemplation, and the Winchester M1887 shotgun in his hand was already subconsciously clenched in his hand. He didn't make much noise, just cautiously moved a few minutes towards the corner, but he didn't leave the window.

Liszt, who had experienced life and death on the battlefield, certainly knew that the height of a four-story building was not a problem if he was careful, and when it came to real danger, a narrow corridor might not be a good place to go. On the contrary, if he was ruthless and jumped directly against the glass, he might be able to save his life.

The gray fog outside the window has become thicker and thicker at some point, and even Liszt looks out with the naked eye, and the bottom of the street is already foggy and can no longer be seen. Only when the headlights of the M1A2 Abrams main battle tank are turned on, can you see the shadowy soldiers patrolling and defending.

"Damn, has the power system been broken too?"

Before the beef pizza in his hand was finished, Liszt threw the remaining two pieces of bread into the box, and he carefully went to the bedroom to move the quilt and bed sheets to a corner by the window, and set up a makeshift bunk. He wasn't too frightened about the power outage, and if there was a real enemy, the power system that was vital to a city would be disrupted, and that would be normal.

Half-lying on the floor, Liszt closed his eyes and let himself fall into a half-rested state. The sound of the gunshot in his ears seemed to be a little clearer, but he didn't pay much attention to it. As a former soldier, he knew that if he left the house rashly at this time, in such a big fog, he was afraid that the chance of being killed by mistake was even greater.

He didn't dare to try the group of soldiers under him who were heavily armed and didn't even have their rifles insured, and when they couldn't see it in the fog, would they shoot first. At least when Liszt was stationed at a key point in Mexico, even if he encountered a faint dark shadow in the night, whether it was an enemy or not, he first passed with a bullet from a magazine.

Leaning against the wall, Lister slowly held the Winchester M1887 shotgun in his arms, next to the Coke and beef pizza, which may be such a vaguely uneasy past for him today. There were also gunshots in his ears from time to time, sometimes sporadically, sometimes furiously like heavy rain, and even after a moment when he was fascinated and closed his eyes and pondered, the roar of the main tank gun was already mixed in with it.

Lisztchen was still able to sleep peacefully, having carefully changed the furniture in his home. Right in front of him, the large TV screen and low table blocked his entire body, and it was not too obtrusive. Even if someone breaks in suddenly, you don't have to worry about being discovered, you just think it's the original layout of the room.

Last night's hangover was still present in his body, and the alcohol content of a bottle of vodka and two cases of beer had made his head dizzy now. Having carefully adjusted the quilt under his body, and making sure that he would not be the first to see himself when someone burst into the room, Liszt carefully curled up in this corner and fell into a groggy sleep.

The gray fog outside the window is becoming more and more diffuse, and the distance of more than ten meters on both sides of the street can only see a general outline, although the sun in the sky should have risen high at this time, but with the thick black clouds blocking the sun, this small city on the east coast seems to be covered with a thin veil.

But when the power system was paralyzed, the whole city was plunged into darkness. Police cars and military vehicles were running back and forth in the streets, and at the intersections of the streets, tanks and sandbags had taken over, and a large number of heavily armed soldiers had been firmly stationed there, waiting in the gray fog.

Even on the occasional street, a number of infantry fighting vehicles and tanks, as well as the accompanying infantry, have formed armored patrols, and any suspicious target does not respond to their first question, followed by a barrage of bullets. And looking at that posture, even if they bomb the surrounding houses into ruins, they will not hesitate to do it!

Of course, Liszt didn't know all this, he just curled up quietly in the corner behind the television, breathing calmly and long, without the slightest snoring. But his body was still curled up with a little stiffness, and not his whole body relaxed, which was the vigilance required in the battlefield, as long as there was any abnormality, he could wake up instantly. And this shows that Liszt has returned to the habits of the battlefield in his sleep.

Time passed slowly, and Liszt woke up a few times in his sleep, but there was no other anomaly except for the faint sound of machine gun fire still faintly appearing in his ears. But this time he opened his eyes instantly, carefully rolled behind the TV, vigilantly holding the Winchester M1887 shotgun, and leaned his back against the wall to breathe.

Just now, when I was half-asleep, there was a strange hoarse roar outside the window. And the reason that really made Liszt feel uneasy, and there was a sense of tension in the front line all over his body, was the gunfire outside, which had completely disappeared. The original faint sound of gunfire has disappeared at some point.

"Oh...... That's terrible...... It's really hard to calm down......"

Liszt turned his head to look out the window, only to find that in the gap in the curtain, the street where the outline was still faintly visible, was only a thick fog and an unsettling darkness. Looking at the fluorescent watch hanging on the wall, Liszt couldn't help but grit his teeth and said: "At four o'clock in the afternoon, it looks like a worse night is coming." ”

The night symbolizes not obscurity, but frightening darkness. Once, on the front lines of the Mexican battlefield, when Liszt led his company to a hill factory, the three days were often the most anxious night. Especially if you don't have enough vision, the enemy may have already touched you very close, and you don't know anything about it.

Although the faint sound of gunfire was faintly unsettling, it was still perceptible that it was a trace of the battle being fought by the troops in the city. But the gunshots, which have now disappeared, only show that the battle is over. In other words, this originally fierce battle came to an end temporarily due to the defeat of one side......

But judging by Liszt's experience, the roar of machine guns and tank guns stopped, which undoubtedly showed that the military was at a disadvantage in the battle. Squinting slowly, Liszt stood up cautiously, hunched and half-curled forward, he could guess that this inferior battle might have given up on the block.

"Dangdangdang, dangdangdang."

A subtle and rhythmic knock came from the door, and Liszt, who had already come to the center of the living room, was as quick as a conditioned reflex and half-crouched down, the Winchester M1887 shotgun in his hand was already tightly pressed against his shoulder, aiming at the side and slowly holding his breath, and did not immediately respond to the knock outside the door.