War!

One era is destroyed, and another era is created.

When the world was still in the stage of civilization, I always imagined that one day mankind would destroy the splendid civilization that it had created.

They will kill each other, they will fight each other, they will do whatever it takes.

Viruses, nuclear weapons, near-orbit satellites, weather weapons, and even those who are desperate can not spy on the slightest instrument of ultimate destruction.

But, it's a pity!

The imaginary ending did not come.

The one who ruined the world turned out to be.... It's not a war between human beings!

It's an unbelievable and bizarre confrontation between individuals and groups!

Even the most whimsical, whimsical science fiction writers would not dare to imagine it and write like this.

After all, there is still a huge gap between brain-opening and naïve, and no one will be simple or even boring to the point of describing a completely illogical and empty artificiality.

However, the trajectory of the world is often to continue the most incredible direction, and it is making great strides in a situation that everyone cannot understand, inconceivable, and stunned.

Thirteen mortals overturned a civilization that tens of billions of people spent thousands or even tens of thousands of years to build in just six months......

That's ridiculous.....

If a preface were to be written to this pan-human history, I am afraid that even the best historians would not be able to write it.

Fortunately, there is no need to compile such a history, after all-

Humanity is dying extinct.

Is there still a need to write history for an extinct race? Do you need it?

The prelude to black and white has slowly begun.

Bear.

Or die.

Where is the road ahead? I can't put my beak.

.........

Although there are many criticisms of the section of the highway full of bomb craters and disrepair and cracks everywhere, it is still the most comfortable and comfortable part of this section, and the next road covered with rocks, tidal flats, shrubs, and desolate as the Western Desert begins.

There was not a trace of green in sight, but just after noon, it was unusually hot in the atmosphere of a March day, and the fiery red sun hung high above it, as if it were about to melt the whole world, spewing disgusting and flattering heat, scorching the earth.

The two dilapidated trucks roared and staggered like an old man, only a little faster than a man could walk on foot.

It's been used for more than 30 years and has undergone countless major repairs, what else can you expect from it? It's good to be on the road.

After all, there are too many bad things in this bad era, and being able to ride a car is already a very stupid thing, what more can you complain about and ask for?

After all, there is still tomorrow for this car, and the day after tomorrow, and there is a date that does not know the end, and you .... Have it?

You can't even guarantee you'll be alive tomorrow, can you?

Covered in dust, Ye Suqin, who was wrapped in an old-fashioned tactical coat, leaned alone in the corner, his body constantly swaying with the bumps of the car, his eyelids slightly squinted, as if he was asleep, and as if he was just taking a nap.

The hands were unusually rough, the immature face had been replaced by wind and frost, and it looked old and incomprehensible, and the original green and childish face was covered with scars of different old and new, some of which had faded, and some of which were shocking.

His hand has always been pressed on an old-fashioned bolt-action rifle, because it is too old, and the maintenance is very bad, the traces of transformation are shocking, and it has long been unrecognizable to the point that it is impossible to distinguish the specific model, maybe it is the Austrian Steyr, or maybe the Japanese 38 big cover, or even the Mauser 98K, whatever, isn't it? After all, in this day and age, having a gun is already a luxury and seems extraordinarily normal, isn't it?

The truck compartment was full of people, and even a person sat on the top of the cab, and the weapons in their hands were varied, German weapons, American weapons, and Lao Maozi's goods abounded, World War II, modern and post-modern are even more colorful and complicated, and even handmade firecrackers for shooting birds. After all, in this damn era, you can use whatever you have, how can there be so many picky faults, even if it is a stick, it is better than empty-handed.

However, most weapons still follow an unbreakable law of the wasteland, that is, simple, durable, versatile and universal firearms.

The mainstream is still the AK gun family, which has been popular for more than 100 years.

At least a third of the 28 people in the carriage were AK47s.

Among these people, there are very few young and strong, most of them are old people and half-grown children, many of them know, and many of them do not know. The people I know are the same as myself, the mercenaries under the command of the lame Peter, many of them are boy scouts younger than themselves, and some are even less than ten years old, and their childish faces carry a vicissitudes of life that adults may not have and see through the desolation of the world.

Ye Suqin knew very well that after this mission, at least half or even all of the people he knew here would disappear. Most likely, this includes all of yourself.

As for those who don't know each other, they are forced to join in for their livelihood. Whatever! In this age of death, who is in the mood to care about those who are irrelevant.

The meaning of money does not seem to change its essence in every age, in antiquity, in the Middle Ages, in modern times, in postmodern times, even in the last days.

The only difference is that the prosperous era will be wrapped in flowery rhetoric, while the last days of human nature are more concise and direct, and even naked in front of everyone.

Two hundred yuan, this is the value that the lame Peter gave to Ye Suqin's life, if he survives, he can take ten percent of the commission from it.

A mere $20 was a simple meal in the old days, and the same is true in the new era. But the meaning of a full meal may be quite different from the old era, after all, in the old era, a full meal was the basic premise of life, and in the new era, a full meal is the end of the life statement.

The lookout hand on the top of the canopy scanned the seemingly endless wilderness with alertness.

This improvised team, only these who can be as stable as Mount Tai on a bumpy truck are the rare elite and core cutting-edge forces of this team. As for those who lie lazily in the carriage, or lie or sit, they are more symbolic helpers and substantive cannon fodder.

Ye Suqin's body was completely relaxed, and after experiencing several battles, he deeply understood the importance of physical strength in a battle, so there was no room to waste on the road, even to resist this bumpy truck like a roller coaster, it seemed quite wasteful and extravagant.

He slowly adjusted the state of his body, breathing, heartbeat and body temperature, constantly making slight adjustments with the swing of the vehicle, so that he was always in a relatively comfortable and low-energy state and posture. As for the guys on the side who looked nervous and turned white from overexertion, they looked like newly recruited "warriors".

In the past three months, Ye Suqin has seen too many such unfamiliar faces in the camp of Cripple Peter, and there will be batches of desperate people in the camp every month or even every week.

It was on this that Peter the Cripple lived, training these old people, women, and children who were struggling in the last days into tools of murder and then selling them.

There is no need for special training at all, because real skills cannot be learned, and it is impossible to turn a recruit into a veteran who kills without blinking, has standard tactical movements, and is full of fighting will.

Of course, there's no need to overtrain, just teach them the basic tactical moves and how to pull the trigger.

The battlefield will teach them everything that remains, including how to stay alive.

If only he had time.

The convoy continued to move along, the rugged ground became more rugged, and hills, collapsed power poles, huge water tanks and abandoned country houses appeared in the field of vision.

There is still quite a bit of distance from the intended destination, but ....... Probably no one will choose to sit still.

The warning signal was not issued, but the sneak attack came quietly.

When the first gunshot rang out.

Ye Suqin opened his eyes, with the agility that ordinary people did not have, he crossed the people who were lying or sitting in the carriage, and even stepped on the back of the hand of a lying warrior because he had nowhere to stay, the huge pain made him rise up and curse loudly, and the object of the curse had already jumped out of the carriage, and jumped on the ground on the truck moving at a constant speed, easily unloading the force of the fall, but his eyes were sweeping and searching everywhere, without stopping for half a moment, in fact, when he chose to jump, he had already found a suitable shelter, It was a weathered boulder.

Click! The dull sound of machine-gun fire suddenly rang out.

A series of sparks splashed from the two trucks to varying degrees, sawdust flew on the outer baffle, the canvas cloak was torn open fist-sized holes, and dark red blood meandered down and spilled down along the ubiquitous gaps, wetting the floorboard, soaking the wheels, and then flowing to the ground, forming a terrible pool of blood, and the bloody breath came to the nose.

A large number of people in the carriage were shot without warning, including two elite veterans in the cab.

Under the blow of sudden attack, under the rain of bullets, there is no substantive difference between those so-called elites and them, cannon fodder.

The commander jumped out, lay down behind the mound, and shouted hoarsely, "Damn, get down, get down, bitch, how did the information leak, how could there be an attack here?" ”

The opponent's position was on a steep slope, condescending, occupying a geographical advantage, and it could be distinguished from the sound of gunfire that the opponent had at least three squads of troops.

The gunfire on the opposite side was very rhythmic, and the fire intertwined and switched smoothly, not giving the opposite side a chance to breathe at all, and the effect was so good that even the battle-hardened commander could not find any way to solve this problem, although he had the advantage in numbers.

The sudden attack only reimbursed him for half a platoon of troops, and he had one and a half platoons of troops in his hands that could be put into use, more than twice the number of people on the opposite side, but the war of hot weapons is not won by whoever has more people.

Relying only on a group of veterans with less than ten men and a rabble, and lacking effective fire support, occupying the steep slope on the opposite side is tantamount to a fool's dream.

The commander communicated with the squad and platoon leaders on both sides with his eyes, and shouted at the cannon fodder mercenaries, "Charge me, damn it, get up, stand up, scatter the line, spread out for me, and rush up." ”

The commander waved his hand and directed the recruited mercenary forces to launch a strong attack on the front, while a small team on each side took the opportunity to take advantage of the opponent's energy to be pulled by the front, and waited for the opportunity to launch a feint attack from both sides. As to whether the feint attack will thus become interspersed with infiltration or even play a decisive role, it will depend on the sudden changes in the situation on the battlefield.

There are always accidents on the battlefield, and any accident on the battlefield is a normal event with clues to be found.

The crisp sound of gunfire was not even real in the noisy environment, but after a brief roar of heavy machine guns on the opposite side, there was a sudden silence.

The commander with the telescope could clearly see a delicate bullet slam into the Heavy's forehead, flipping the entire back of his head open, and white Flower's brain erupted and covered the wall behind him.

It was a house covered in dust, with heavy machine guns arranged on a window on the second floor, at a tricky angle, and the people under the hill were attacking at an upward angle, and the firing angle was largely contained.

"Well done, who did it?" The commander looked around, trying to get the little guy with good marksmanship out of the crowd.

The battle continues.

Throughout the steep slope, in every corner, there were at least a dozen guns frantically pouring fire on the crowd below, and the bullets were scattered like raindrops.

But the firepower net was finally torn open.

A dozen guns are still stretched thin for such a large wilderness, no matter how much it is covered.

The mercenary armies pushed up in a straggler line in twos and threes, and the veterans deftly dodged between the bunkers, and from time to time took the time to fight back forcefully from above, as for the cannon fodder scouts who screamed and rushed and beat violently, the old and cunning old mercenaries who did not contribute to the work also caused some trouble to the above.

Every moment someone is dying, and every moment the fire above is waning.

The casualty ratio was staggering, but the commander obviously didn't care, even if all the mercenaries died, it would be just a matter of hiring the next group of people for him, and here there were many homeless people on the verge of starvation. And there are not many opportunities for work, as for whether the opportunity to work will be fatal, haha, please, all jobs here will be fatal.

Ye Suqin hid behind the bunker, and he was changing positions every moment, depending on some basic military common sense instilled in him by the star-studded war movies of later generations, which kept him from dying early.

Every change of place will inevitably be accompanied by a gunshot, and then continue to look for the next position, and the original position will inevitably receive the attention of many firepower, after all, the weight of a sniper on the battlefield is no longer necessary to go into details.

The crisp sound of gunfire rang out every fifteen seconds, and the mottled blue of the rifle was scorched more and more black and dirty by the flames that burst out from time to time, and it was hard to imagine how such an old and dilapidated rifle, and even a bolt-action rifle with the basic crosshair smoothed, could be fired so accurately.

While at least half of the bullets missed, another half was accurately sent into the enemy's head.

Such a record is particularly remarkable in a bunch of civilian armaments.