Where there should be four seasons, in this new era, there are still four seasons, but the meaning is a little different.

Spring means waking up, from violent bears and stone dragons to small bloodsucking flies and fluorescent fleas, they will wake up from their deep sleep, and they are naturally particularly fierce after being hungry for a whole winter. The little creatures of the bloodsucking fly are no less dangerous than the ironclad bear, and God knows how many plagues can kill people quickly in this era, and almost every type of bacteria or virus has the bloodsucking fly as the most suitable carrier. And every year, the number of plagues increases rapidly. The profession of a doctor has never been so important, nor has it ever been so powerless.

However, spring is still the best season.

Summers are scorchingly hot, and the intense ultraviolet rays in the sun are deadly to most living things, even mutated animals or humans. Autumn is no longer the harvest season, and the grains and fruits of the old era have long been extinct because they do not adapt to the new environment, so all the creatures need to worry about are food. Most of the plants that can thrive happily in the harshest environments are even more dangerous than the stone dragon. As for winter, the only thing to consider is not starving to death before spring arrives.

Thin gray clouds in the sky kept changing, revealing a very beautiful blue sky, and the sunlight poured down like fire on the earth, which was parched by the heat.

As soon as the sun fell, Turner dropped the goggles from his helmet.

These individual goggles from an old era filter out bright light and ultraviolet rays to protect the eyes. Although the ultraviolet rays are now many times stronger than in the past, the surviving humans are also adapting to the new environment, and those delicate humans have long since become dry bones in the wilderness. The ultraviolet rays that shine through the goggles are strong enough to blind, but for Turner, it's just a little too dazzling. The eight soldiers who followed him were also strong enough, and although the sunlight at this time would make them uncomfortable, it would not affect their movements.

Turner rested his right hand on the refurbished M3A automatic rifle, looked at the surrounding terrain, gestured with his left hand, and the team followed him. Each soldier in the team wears camouflage uniforms, is armed with an automatic rifle, and contains a grenade gun. Although the uniforms of the soldiers are somewhat shabby, and the styles of weapons are not uniform, ranging from the elite M3A of the old era to the popular AK series, it still shows that they are a real army, not a random patchwork of mob bandits. This army has ranks, tactics, logistics, training, and most importantly, it is certainly not a small organization that can afford to raise such an army.

Forty-three-year-old Turner has nearly two decades of military experience and is a good officer to rely on. At this moment, he led the team to walk on a bare mountain ridge, which had the advantage of having a good line of sight, and he could take in the range of more than ten kilometers. As for whether there are woods that can block the sun, Turner doesn't care, and large areas of green often mean unpredictable dangers.

The howl of a rotting wolf echoed in the mountains, and Turner immediately looked in the direction of the wolf's howl, his pupils rapidly dilated and contracted, and the shape of his eyeballs changed slightly accordingly. Without a telescope, his gaze locked onto a few small black dots several kilometers away. Turner then raised the telescope, and in the lens, several gray-haired rotten wolves could be seen spinning around restlessly on the reddish-brown rocks, and from time to time they raised their heads to the sky and let out a few long howls.

Turner's range of vision is 1.5 times that of a normal person, at the cost of an evolutionary point, or to put it bluntly, a chance to genetically modify. The average person may only have one or two genetic improvements in their lifetime, and most people choose to strengthen their muscles or defend their bodies, but Turner has no regrets that he has used his evolutionary points for his eyesight. In the wilderness, being able to spot danger early means a little more chance of survival.

"Damn it! It looks like these guys have grown in size again. Turner cursed a few words, and led his men back into the valley.

These rotting wolves don't know what's going on, they actually come out in the daytime when the sun is so strong, they are used to walking nocturnally. Turner didn't need to know that, though, and it was enough to know from experience that there was a wolf's den in the valley. Summer is also the breeding season for rotting wolves, and at this time there should be a few weaned wolf cubs in the wolf den. His mission is to find out the mutation of rotten wolves and other creatures in the area, to see if there are any new unknown creatures, and to bring back the carcasses of several rotten wolves every three months for the base to study.

Generally speaking, this task requires Turner and his men to walk in the wilderness for more than half a month, but it is not very difficult. In this desolate area with a radius of more than 100 kilometers, Turner already knew everything about what kind of creatures were suitable for living in the palm of his hand, and he could count them with his eyes closed. With the firepower of his nine-person team, even if he encountered a large wolf pack with hundreds of rotten wolves, he could completely cope with it.

The problem, however, is that in this day and age, everything is changing at a rapid pace. Turner is an adult rotten wolf that can be solved with only one bullet at first, but now often needs two or three bursts to kill. They're getting faster and stronger. In the words of the base research director, over the past 12 months, the average adult rotting wolf has increased its weight by 12%, muscle strength by 23%, agility by 18%, attack resistance by 35%, and resistance to radiation by 50%.

Turner, of course, could not remember, nor was he interested in memorizing, such precise and rigorous expressions, and his way of thinking was simpler: the rotting wolves were getting bigger and more dangerous, and his squad that used to be able to deal with a hundred and fifty rotten wolves could now only deal with a pack of no more than a hundred, and that's it. Although it seems that Qiē is still under the control of the base, Turner's uneasiness becomes a little stronger every time he goes on a mission. Can you imagine a rotting wolf as big as a tiger and as intelligent as a human? Turner had dreamed of this more than once.

A few kilometers of mountain trail is half an hour's journey for Turner and his team skilled in mountain warfare. Seeing the arrival of Turner and the others, the adult male rotting wolf on the mountain rock bowed down, bared his drooling fangs, and couldn't help but let out a low roar from his throat.

This is a very typical behavior of rotten wolves to protect their territory, indicating that they have a wolf den behind them, and there are many young wolves in it that have not yet been weaned and cannot keep up with the footsteps of the big wolf.

The territory of the rotting wolves is usually very large, and the valley full of caves may be the only one in this group of rotting wolves. Turner didn't want to search the caves one by one, he made a gesture, and a veteran behind him picked up an automatic rifle, and the first shot sent a rotten wolf flying in the air, and then the second shot followed, and all three bullets were fired into the rotting wolf's struggling body, knocking it over several times.

The rest of the rotting wolves whimpered, ignoring their companions, and fled into the valley with their tails between their legs.

Turner swung the M3A and said, "Lucas, it's up to you!" ”

"Understood!" A young man who looked to be in his early twenties took off his mask, revealing a nose that was twice as large as usual, sniffing all the way into the valley. Despite the pungent smell of rotting wolves everywhere in the valley, Lucas's nose was no worse than that of rotting wolves, and for him, the smell of each rotting wolf was so distinctive, plus they had just left, that he couldn't be mistaken.

The nine-man squad walked unhurriedly and gradually reached the middle of the valley. Their goal was clear, a cave a few hundred meters away, and a few dry bones could be seen at the mouth of the cave.

As always, Turner left two warriors to guard the entrance of the cave, and he led the rest of the warriors into the cave to search. He was not worried about ambushes, and in a small and deep cave, the high-rate-of-fire and high-power M3A was almost irresistible. What's more, five of the eight people brought this time are old birds who have gone on more than ten missions, and all of them have strengthened their genes at least once, which is enough to cope with any situation. Some of the team members have already begun to assemble simple animal cages, and a live rotting wolf wolf cub is worth more than ten dead wolves.

The cave is not deep, and I only walked more than thirty meters into it before I reached the end. However, there were only piles of dry grass except piles of dry bones, and there was no shadow of a wolf cub at all.

Turner's face was pale, and he stared at the haystack deadly, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but jump. Suddenly, he sliced through the haystack with the muzzle of his gun, revealing a foul rock underneath, and still no trace of a wolf cub.

"Lucas, you ......"

Someone had barely finished speaking before Turner rudely interrupted: "Shut the fuck up for me!" Lucas can't make a mistake! ”

Turner crouched down, pulled out his bayonet, picked up a ball of wolf dung that looked fresh, looked closely, stood up suddenly, pulled the bolt of the M3A apart with a bang, and shouted, "Fuck, it's a trap!" Let's go! ”

An old bird in the back followed up and said, "Hey! Boss, whoever set us a trap, don't tell me that I'm a rotten wolf! Haha......"

He laughed twice, and realized that there was no one around him, so he had to stop and shrug helplessly. He also smelled danger, but a joke like this should be a good way to relieve tension.

Turner quickened his pace and said in a low voice, "It's probably a rotten wolf!" God, I wish I was wrong! ”

They threw off their strides, and in a few steps they rounded the last bend and came to the mouth of the cave. However, the two people guarding the entrance of the cave bent over, trembled, and retreated step by step into the cave! Without saying a word, Turner rushed straight to the entrance of the cave, pulled the two men apart, and looked out of the cave.

Turner's eyes widened suddenly, and in those dark brown pupils, they were filled with dense rotting wolves!

"Oh my God! There are at least three hundred rotting wolves! Turner's heart pounded, and he could barely breathe!

Turner suddenly smelled a faint fishy stench in his nose, and the instinct cultivated by years of fighting caused him to immediately leap backwards and shoot a long shot into the hole opening.

A dark shadow swept through the air like lightning, its sharp teeth clenched together where it should have been the back of Turner's neck, and then five fiery bullets swept its entire belly away!

It was a strong male wolf weighing 30 kilograms, and it was carried away several meters away by the impact of the bullet, and after a few rolls on the ground, almost all of its internal organs had fallen off, and it could still struggle to stand up, shaking and letting out a low roar of menace at the entrance of the hole, until the other male wolf bit off its neck bone.

Thump! Turner slammed his back to the ground, knocking down two of his soldiers. When he was helped up, he found that the cold sweat had already soaked the inner and outer clothes!

An old bird glanced out of the cave, his face immediately pale, and said, "Chief, it looks like we're trapped." ”

The other person looked at the walkie-talkie in his hand, shook his head, and said, "There is no signal from the base at all." ”

"We have food and water for 10 days."

"We only have one base of ammunition, which is not enough to kill them all."

Several old birds reported the situation of the supplies on their own, and the more Turner listened, the more ugly his face became. He stood cautiously a meter away from the entrance of the cave, looking out, and the more he looked at it, the more the chill in his heart became heavier.

Strong, rotting wolves were roaming back and forth, their saliva dripping onto the valley's scorching rocks, evaporating white smoke. However, although they were hungry, they all stayed five hundred meters away from the entrance of the cave. It seems that they also know that beyond this distance, the power and accuracy of the automatic rifle will be greatly reduced. More than three hundred rotting wolves in the valley made it impossible for Turner's team to break through. If they are out of the shelter of the cave, the fast and agile rotting wolves can tear the entire squad to shreds with a single charge.

Turner retreated into the cave, sat down against the wall, and said, "It looks like these rotting wolves are trying to trap us here. Two people are placed at the entrance of the cave, and the shift changes every two hours. Lucas, Berg, you two start first, and the others rest. Hopefully we'll be lucky enough that reinforcements from the base will be able to find us. ”

The soldiers sat down against the walls of the cave, closed their eyes and fell asleep, now they had to save their bodies, and no one knew how long they would need to stay here.

But almost no one can really sleep, and there is always a lingering question in everyone's minds, how did these rotten wolves suddenly become so smart? They know how to set traps and they know how to dodge the most lethal range of automatic rifles. And even though they are hungry, none of the wolves will cross that invisible line, and such a manifestation is almost like ......

Army!!

"Boss! Come and see! Lucas suddenly screamed. He deliberately lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of alarming something.

Turner cautiously moved to the entrance of the cave and looked out. Following Lucas's finger, he finally saw the leader of the pack.

This is a wolf like no other, with a huge body and smooth pure black fur that are rare among rotten wolves, but the most shocking thing is that this wolf is standing!

The head wolf will occasionally land on all fours, but most of the time it is standing in a human, directing the rotting wolves with a howl of varying lengths and high and low with its front paws.

An experienced old bird listened carefully for a long time before exclaiming: "There are more than 30 syllables to say the least!" If these syllables can still be combined, it is simply a language. Is this really a rotting wolf? ”

Turner sat down against the edge of the cave, closed his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Of course it's a rotting wolf." It's no surprise that rotting wolves can talk. Anything can happen these days. …… Gotta find a way to kill it! ”

Berg is the sniper in the squad, he sets up the SVD sniper rifle and slowly lassoes the head wolf with the doji in the scope. The head wolf was a thousand meters away from the cave, and it was obviously more alert and agile than the average rotting wolf. If you want to hit with one hit at this distance, unless you have enhanced the ability domain of the secondary sniper specialization, and you are using a new sniper firearm from a major company in the new era. Berg is not a second-order shooter with sniper expertise, and he still holds an antique sniper rifle from the old era, and whether he can shoot or not depends on luck.

“…… Gotta find a way to kill it! Berg kept repeating to himself in his mind, and the Doji patiently moved with the wolf.

Finally!

The head wolf straightened up, stretched out his nose and sniffed something in the air, such a rare opportunity, of course, Berg would not miss it, he immediately and decisively pulled the trigger!

Bang! The huge recoil slammed into Berg's shoulder, pushing him back ten centimeters. However, Berg could see clearly in the scope, and at the moment when the muzzle of the gun spewed sparks, the head wolf suddenly fell down with incredible agility and disappeared in the wolves! A second later, a large flower of blood bloomed on a rotting wolf, cutting off almost all of its flexible and powerful waist. However, Berg's heart sank to the bottom, there was only one such opportunity, and since it was missed, there would be no next one.

Berg buried his head in his arm weakly.

A large, rough, strong, warm hand patted Berg's shoulder, and then Turner's unique calm voice rang in Berg's ear: "In the last twenty years, I have done a lot worse than this. Don't overthink it, lad. If you can't do that, then none of us here can. There are many times when we just have to do our best and leave success to luck. ”

Three days passed.

The head wolf is still coordinating and directing the actions of the wolves and maintaining order. The rotting wolves that refused to obey were all slain by it. When necessary, it still walks upright, but never lingers in one place, and more often than not, it disappears completely in the wolves. Aside from its wolf appearance, it resembles a calm, cruel, and cunning human commander in every way.

"Gotta find a way to kill it......"

On the ridge, a turquoise eye with gray stripes staring at the wolf. He had somehow fallen on the ridge that overlooked the valley, a heavy tawny blanket that enveloped him, making him fit in perfectly with the rocks around him. He didn't know how long he observed, and finally, a muzzle wrapped in brown cloth came out from under the blanket, and the old-fashioned crosshair above the muzzle slowly lassoed the head of the wolf.