Outside the Zhongzhou Aerospace Ecological Experimental Base, snow-covered pine trees have been paved from the edge of the base wall to the abandoned town under the gentle slope.

The buildings are no taller than three storeys, with garages and pools occupying the majority of the rooms, and the occasional maverick or two houses can be seen, presumably by researchers from a nearby research base.

However, whoever once belonged to this place is now completely abandoned.

Frozen vines crawled into the house from the front yard, shrubs grew in the dusty garages, roots of vegetation broke through concrete roads and courtyard walls, and lush trees filled abandoned corners and even poked out of the roofs of some wooden houses.

Downstairs, the occasional creaking sound could be heard, either by a niver knocking something over or by a rat......

Half-collapsed double-storey villa roof.

Crawling in the snow, Ye Ten took a deep breath and flicked the knob on the sniper scope with his index finger.

A pine forest on a gentle slope, with treetops just below the outermost roofs of the research base.

With his right eye on the sniper scope, he could barely see the figure near the sentry post through the gaps in the branches and snow.

Those marauders are just ahead.

It was less than five hundred meters away from him.

A patrol of marauders had previously searched the town, but had not searched very closely, so no two men had been found hiding on the roof.

"Can you see people?" Fang Chang, who was prostrate next to the chimney and held a telescope, squinted his left eye and said.

"I can see it, but it's a little difficult."

"At ten o'clock, do you see that machine gun in the window on the third floor?"

"I could see his sandbags and his tripod...... The head was blocked by a tree branch, but it shouldn't be too much of a problem to get through. ”

"Alright, he'll be yours in a moment. Remember, wait for him to fire first, and shoot an inch above the gun's flame. ”

"Yes."

The right eye is removed from the sniper scope, and Yashi takes the time to glance at the VM that has been dropped on the back slope of the roof.

When the brightness is turned to the lowest, you can only see a little light in the direction you are facing without worrying about the exposed position.

Very easy to use.

Having calculated the distance from the map, he tapped his index finger on the screen to switch to the taskbar.

[Time until the start of the battle: 31min 21s.] 】

[Mission: Reach the Sniper Point (Completed), Reward: Warscore +10]

[Mission: Mark high-threat targets on the VM map (in progress.] 】

[Mission: The squad covering the attack on the eastern flank after the start of the war (not started.] 】

[Violation conditions: If you open fire to expose the position before receiving the order, you will be deducted all battlefield points and punished with a 14-day ban.] 】

[Violation conditions: 50 battlefield points will be deducted for refusing to execute the order once, 100 points will be deducted for the second warning, and ...... for the third time]

There are quite a few tasks.

Ye Shi silently calculated in his heart, if he could complete all the branches, he would be able to get a total of 270 silver coins and 430 contributions.

If you're lucky, drop a few more barrels and machine gunners, and maybe you can get 400 silver.

Isn't this much more exciting than "Plug-in V" and "Call of the Sixth"?

It would be even better if you could enhance the sound of shooting at the target.

For example, shake your grip when you hit a target.

“…… Hold on, old and fine. ”

"When you save enough money, we'll change your god costume!"

Not far away, a group of players in light-colored hunting suits were advancing along the ruins on the edge of the town, in the direction of the experimental base.

The mud smeared on the bayonet hid the cold glow on the snow, but it could not hide the murderous aura of the guns.

Ahead is the enemy's position!

A pair of eyes hidden in the dark night flashed with excitement, and the high will to fight, even the howling north wind was a little weaker.

A big war, on the verge of breaking out!

……

At the same time, more than 20 kilometers away, at Brown Farm, sentries with iron rifles were patrolling the garbage fence.

Unlike the sparse crowds of the past, today's farm is a little more lively.

Rustic mansion.

There were a dozen or so people sitting in the spacious living room, each with a heavy expression on their faces, as if they were dripping dark clouds.

On the round wooden table is an old radio, and the noisy current sound and the smooth accent of the host are out of place with the atmosphere in the living room, but they are particularly appropriate.

"This is the Voice of Boulder, and I'm your dearest radio host, Mr. House, and I'm bringing you an update on the situation in the northern suburbs."

"According to unreliable information, a marauder force known as the Chewy Bone Tribe is growing in places we can't see. This is definitely not alarmist, their strength is not weak, at least much stronger than those villains who hide in the ruins and dare not come out. ”

"Those marauders have not only absorbed the remnants of the Legion, but have also taken over some of their equipment, and are now recruiting troops throughout the central province of the River Valley...... It seems that they intend to establish a kingdom that belongs to the marauders. ”

"If they continue south, there is no doubt that none of the hillbillies in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City will survive, and the militia will definitely not waste a single bullet for those who have not paid their taxes. If you happen to be in the northern suburbs and don't want to watch your wife and daughter taken captive and sent to the ranch, the Voice of Boulder City Radio recommends the Far Away Wind Hotel! ”

"There's the generous Mr. Reston, a super five-star hotel for the homeless, on the edge of the Boulder façade. Although it is outside, de jure, it also belongs to the territory of Boulder City, and the militia will not sit idly by and watch what happens there...... You only need 1 chip and you can stay in it all day. ”

For the sound in the radio.

The crowd at the round table responded only in silence.

One chip could be an hour's pay or a bottle of beer mixed with water for citizens living in Boulder City legally.

But for them, it takes 1 kilogram of food or more valuable garbage to get it.

As if fed up with the wordless silence, a middle-aged man with a powerful appearance and a hunter's hat spoke slowly.

"The Chewing Bone Tribe is growing, we should unite! The Morrowind community can send twenty hunters. ”

Seeing that someone had raised his head, the fat man sitting not far away breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat on his round head with a hand towel, and responded.

"We can make nine ......" Seeing everyone at the table looking at him, he quickly added, "I know it may be a little less, but there are only so many of us." ”

"Tsk, listen, there are only nine men in the fat Red Train Station," said the strong man with a burn scar on his face, sneering and mockingly, "If your men are all dead, we can help you." ”

A trace of annoyance flashed on the fat man's face, but he was afraid that this guy was not a good thing, so he narrowed his eyes dangerously and didn't dare to say anything.

The Red Train Station receives merchants who come to Qingquan City from Honghe Town to do business all the year round, and compared with the poor bastard sitting here, he does have two more chips in his pocket.

However, in this ghost weather, this bit of bargaining chip does not bring him much security, not even enough for the militia regiment's plane to go on a business trip.

Staring at the ugly scar-faced man, the owner of the inn thought sinister in his heart.

Wait!

When this winter passes, Lao Tzu will invite mercenaries to your house as guests!

The atmosphere in the living room was a little stiff.

Mr. Brown, who was swallowing the clouds, looked a little bored.

Although I knew that these neighbors couldn't count on it, I didn't expect that at this juncture, they were still thinking about who would have two more people.

It's hopeless!

At this moment, sitting in the corner of the round table, a man with a thin face who had been silent from beginning to end suddenly spoke.

"It's useless, we simply can't be the opponent of those people, they are as numerous as locusts...... From the center to the south. ”

Seeing that everyone, including Brown, was looking at him, the man paused for a moment and continued.

"I have a relative in Stone Tablet Town, about thirty kilometers away from here. He had fled to me the other day and said that hundreds of marauders had invaded their town, and that those who resisted had either been beaten into a sieve or hanged at the door, and the rest had either been taken to work as coolies or pressed to the ground and tortured to the point of almost dying. ”

"At that time, he hid in the ruins, watched the fire burning in front of his nose, pretended to be a corpse and did not dare to move, and finally survived."

The atmosphere in the living room was even more rigid.

As if to lighten the mood, a slightly older survivor let out a soft sigh and muttered something quietly.

"Do coolies...... At least they weren't eaten, and it seems that these people are still a little civilized. ”

"I'm not done yet...... Both the old man and the child were beheaded," the thin man continued with a numb expression as he moved his Adam's apple slightly, "as long as they can do it and have children." ”

The flames in the fireplace were blazing.

There was a bright fire in the living room, but the air was frighteningly cold.

"Enough!"

Mr. Brown slapped the table, and the soot shook off the corner of his mouth and fell next to his boot.

He took off half of the cigarette butt, pressed it into the ashtray, glanced at everyone present with a gloomy expression, and slowly continued.

"This is our home, where we have lived for generations, run? Where can you run. There is no way back but to fight to the death-"

"It's just that you have no way back, after all, you have such a big farm."

The scar-faced man who had previously sarcastically mocked the innkeeper pierced his beautiful words and said aggressively.

Mr. Brown's face froze, his face turned the color of pig liver, and he glared at the man.

"What do you mean I have no way back? I could totally go to Boulder with my chips. My life there will be a hundred times more comfortable than it is now, do you want me to do that? ”

"To Boulder? Like that mayor of Bate Street? The scarface man narrowed his eyes and said with a sneer, "I heard that he hasn't had a good time in the past two months...... Don't you have a covenant with him? Why didn't they help him when they were beaten up by the blue coat. ”

Brown's face was gloomy.

At this time, someone suddenly spoke.

"Why don't we go and help out with those blue coats? They even got rid of the Bloody Hand Clan, and they fought with the Legion before, maybe they can deal with those marauders......"

Before Brown could speak, someone next to him said in a mocking tone.

"Those blue coats? They are not obligated to help us, and when it comes to life and death, they will hide in their rat holes as soon as possible, close the door, and hide for decades before coming out. Didn't they do that two centuries ago? I've heard of it. ”

The owner of the post station said nervously.

"Then ask Boulder City to make a move......"

The man in the hunter's hat shook his head.

"We don't have any money anymore."

"Then give food!"

Seeing a pair of eyes on him, Brown responded angrily to the unrealistic longing in the eyes of the poor creatures.

"Grain? Where is there food now? There are only seeds left in the warehouse for next spring, and we can't eat a whole year's grass. ”

"So what are you going to do? This doesn't work, that doesn't work, is it just arguing here? ”

"I have no problem with fleeing, anyway, this day is almost over, and I am interested in finding a place to grow crops in the south before the spring of next year."

"Vote by a show of hands, in favor of those who have fled—"

At this moment, there was a knock at the door, interrupting the chaotic quarrel in the living room.

Brown, who was about to have a seizure, restrained his anger and took a deep breath.

"Come in."

The name of the man who came was Liu Zhengyue, and he was the head of the security guard under him.

After shaking the snow in front of the door, Liu Zhengyue walked into the warm room.

"My lord, our neighbor has sent you a letter......

Brown asked, looking at him.

"What's on the letter?"

Liu Zhengyue glanced at the people at the table, then at Mr. Brown, and said in a low voice.

"My lord, do you want to read it here?"

Brown's face flashed with impatience, but perhaps he felt that it was really inappropriate for so many people to listen, so he waved patiently and motioned for him to pass the letter.

Take the letter.

The envelope is opened.

Pulling the letter out, Brown glanced twice, a hint of surprise on his face, but it was quickly replaced by suspicion and solemnity.

The middle-aged man in the hunter's hat looked at him and asked.

"What's on the letter?"

"An invitation from a neighbor, nothing, it has nothing to do with you...... Mr. Brown replied casually, carefully folding the letter and tucking it into his pocket.

The people sitting at the wooden table looked at each other, exchanging distrustful glances.

Of course they wouldn't believe the old fox's nonsense, but this was his territory, and there was no way they could force him if he wasn't going to say it.

"Alright, let's all disperse, we've talked about it from dinner time, if you plan to continue arguing, please change places, don't stay with me...... It's annoying to watch. ”

The owner of this place has already issued an eviction order, and although the guests in the living room are dissatisfied with his attitude, it is not good to continue to entangle here, and they all get up and leave here with unhappy faces.

It was snowing heavily outside.

However, it is no colder than in the house.

The group walked towards the outside of the farmstead.

The skinny man rubbed his shoulders with his hands, glanced at the others around him, and said in a low voice.

"I'm still saying the same thing, we can't be the opponent of the Chewing Bone Tribe...... We had the only option of fleeing, as did the other survivors in the central part of the valley province. ”

The older survivor asked.

"Where did they go?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and after exchanging glances, someone who understood the situation spoke.

"I've heard that there are some displaced people...... It seems like going to our long-term farm a little further north? ”

"A little north? Long-term farmstead? ”

"Well, that farmstead seems to be the territory of those blue coats. They helped the Corporations against the Legions, and the Corporation's people helped them build a city in the wilderness...... That's what I heard. ”

Looking at the heavy snow in the sky, the man with the hunter's hat suddenly spoke.

"I'm going to take a trip to the north, to those parks with blue coats."

The innkeeper looked at him in surprise.

"Now? It's getting dark......"

Although there are not many xenomorphs that go out to forage for food in winter, when do you have to go back to the north now?

Although they are all survivors of the northern suburbs, they don't have much contact with those blue coats, and they can't take the liberty of asking each other to take them in for a night as soon as they meet.

"It's not scary when it's dark, it's scary that it won't be bright again."

The Adam's apple moved, and the man with the hunter's hat continued. "If we don't want to be homeless, this may be our last hope."

……

A mansion within a farmstead.

Brown, who had seen off the guests, turned around and went to the cloakroom, took out his favorite coat and draped it over his body, and carefully adjusted the collar.

But soon, as if thinking of something, he came back to his senses and tucked the coat back, took out a piece that didn't look so new, and draped it over his body.

At this moment, his wife came from the side, put her hand on his shoulder, and said in a soft voice.

"It's so late, do you still have to leave the hospital?"

Brown replied perfunctorily.

"Our neighbors invited me to a movie, and I had to go once, at least to let them know that we didn't have any more oil and water to squeeze."

Madame asked.

"Can't you go if you don't go?"

Fingers on the collar of his coat, Brown was silent for a moment, rarely restraining his bad temper.

"I don't know."

"But I think...... It's better to go than not to go. ”

……

Zhongzhou Aerospace Ecological Experimental Base.

At the foot of the gentle slope of the mountain, next to the road on the north side.

Two marauders in fur coats threw the dead branches they had picked up into burning iron barrels and kept warm around the flames.

Looking at the stars floating on the fire and the marauder with a trench stick hanging from his waist, he couldn't help but curse.

"What the hell is this...... Putting a sentry outside is simply fatal. ”

The marauder next to him heard this, and unconsciously glanced at the sentry post on the slope.

"Shhh

"What's the matter? He's only allowed to sleep under the covers, and I'm not allowed to complain here? ”

Remembering the mother-in-law he had met at the last survivors' meeting, he unconsciously licked his wind-blown lips.

Those breasts are really big.

He still remembers that little bit of descent from pain to despair.

It's a pity that the blame boss went too far, and the man didn't survive in the end. Before he lost his breath, his throat was hoarse.

"How do I feel like it's getting colder and colder......"

"I'll go pick up two more sticks of fire."

As he spoke, the marauder tightened his rifle on his back, stepped on the snow that had reached his calf, and stepped into the woods beside him.

There is no light in all directions.

But it doesn't get in the way.

There were many dead branches lying on the snow, and he leaned down and touched the ground with his hand.

A cold touch came from his palm, which made him slightly stunned.

Hey?

How is it a hard one?

Two guns stretched out in the darkness, pointed straight at his head.

And at this moment, what he was holding in his hand was not firewood at all, but a bayonet smeared with mud and leaking cold.

Facing the man lying in the snowdrift, his face gradually turned as white as snow.

The player who was staring at was also confused.

Originally, he was lying well in the snowdrift, but who would have thought that there were so many branches next to this fool and not picking them up, but grabbing him at the muzzle of his gun.

'Damn, what's going on?' ’

Stroke the edge and communicate with your teammates with your eyes.

The debt-ridden eyes are also confused.

'Or not...... You wait for him to shoot the first shot? ’

At this time, there was a shout from the fire next to the road.

"Xiu, what are you rubbing over there?"

"I, I ......"

The predator who was under control, his lips trembling and he couldn't speak.

As soon as they heard this trembling sound, the marauders behind immediately realized that the situation was wrong, immediately raised the rifle in their hands, half-crouched down and pulled the bolt, and shouted sharply into the forest.

"Who's there!"

Seeing this scene through the drone, Chu Guang knew that the people in the forest would definitely not be able to hide.

It doesn't matter, though.

It was the feint group that was discovered, and although it was a few minutes in advance, it did not affect.

It's time to put micro-to the test!

Chu Guang stretched out his index finger and made a virtual stroke in the air, and the pre-compilation task suspended in the window of the tactical eyepiece was immediately issued.

[Campaign Countdown: 0s]

[Mission: Free Fire!] (Released to: All teams in Group A)]

[Mission: Shell the target area!] (Released to: Support Team)】

"Hit me hard!"

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(Before eleven o'clock in the next chapter!) ）