There are so many heroes in the wasteland world, and so many heroes are like dogs. Everyone is arguing about whose strength, resourcefulness, ambition, and charm are the best in the world. They can definitely quarrel for a hundred years. But who has the most clever ideas?
The most deceptive person is generally recognized as Victor Hugo.
As for the battle at Randston, a suburb of Baltimore, no matter how others judge it, the mutants will win. Regardless of the number and quality of the soldiers, or the equipment, firepower and organization, the mutants are worthy of being the strongest in the wasteland.
soldiers.
Ordinarily, Zhou Qingfeng led more than fifty soldiers to occupy a core position about the size of a football field and control several hectares of surrounding residential areas. This was really difficult. Even if he spent a day setting up the position, even if the entire position was buried
A large amount of explosives cannot be defended against a battalion of mutants.
No matter how hard he tried, when the bloody battle lasted for more than half an hour, Zhou Qingfeng's men had suffered more than half casualties. Almost all of his information sources had been cut off, and he was unable to support the situation, so he could only shrink the remaining soldiers into the commercial center of the residential area.
Hold on to the bank.
At this time, more than 300 workers were stuffed into the underground vault of the bank, in great fear. More than 20 remnant soldiers retreated into the bank, struggling to survive. The shooting instructor Richard was trapped in the sniper bunker, his face turned pale. Julio's crew relied on their own
With unparalleled combat skills, he took three Panhards and disappeared without a trace.
"Are we really not going to rescue the regiment commander?" Zhang Hong temporarily acted as a communications soldier inside the btr-60 assault gun. Although he had just received the retreat order personally issued by Zhou Qingfeng, he was still uneasy in his heart, "What if the regiment commander comes out?"
If something goes wrong, the consequences will be disastrous."
"Listen, obeying orders is the most important thing on the battlefield. If we rush in, are we really saving people? We're just going to cause trouble." The gray-bearded Julio looked like a veteran, and he wanted to learn from me.
' posture.
In just one raid, Zhang Hong did learn a lot. At least the abstract concepts in the book could be understood immediately by the old man Julio. He is smart, fierce, slippery and dares to fight. This is
The important reason why the old man can live so long.
The armored convoy ran away, but the chief shooting instructor Richard complained endlessly. When Zhou Qingfeng ordered to shrink the defense over the radio, he couldn't leave at all. In the battle that lasted just over half an hour, more than twenty mutants
And more than a dozen 'zombie' fell at the intersection of the passage he controlled.
But precisely because Richard's team killed so many mutants, the mutants who launched the final assault locked onto his position and bypassed the front he controlled and came to the bunker where he was.
"Asshole, come out! Don't think you can escape. You've killed so many of us. I will chew every piece of your flesh and chew every bone into crumbs." Several mutants surrounded them.
In the bunker where Richard was located, bullets kept spraying out, causing sparks to fly from the vehicle wreckage and steel plates on the bunker.
The space in the bunker was so small that the two-man sniper team couldn't even turn over inside. When the mutants found that the heavy machine gun bullets could not penetrate the broken car and steel plate that held the bunker down, they simply stretched the gun barrel through the shooting hole.
, "Go to hell!"
The young Mexican shooter was facing the shooting hole, and the muzzle of the gun coming from the outside was pressed against his head. The young man who was quite talented in shooting immediately cried out, and said to Richard beside him with tears: "Instructor, I
I don’t want to die.”
But Richard couldn't do anything. He could only wait calmly. At this moment, he was running out of ammunition. As long as the trigger of the machine gun outside was pulled, not only his partner shooter, but also himself would be shattered to pieces.
Just a few dozen meters away, more mutants were closing in on the encirclement. Under their feet were the remains of various vehicles that had been blown up by artillery shells. The previous shelling had plowed this area at least two or three times, creating quite a bit of damage.
casualties.
There was a large amount of floating soil in the craters on the ground, mixed with the bodies of many operational team members. Several unprotected fire assault vehicles rolled to the ground. The machine guns mounted on them were once important firepower to fight against mutant attacks.
Among the corpses was a wounded man with a broken leg. His whole body was charred and one of his legs was blown off. Half of the wounded man's face was cut off by shrapnel, revealing his bloody flesh and bones.
Seeing several bloodthirsty mutants showing their dirty teeth towards him, the wounded man spat out a mouthful of blood and smiled a bit ferociously. Hehehe said: "You are finished, you are all finished."
"It's over? Who do you think will be over among us?" A mutant stepped forward and kicked the wounded man, and found that the dying man had no weapons, no guns, no grenades, and no detonators in his hands.
Device, this man is not even a combatant, but a laborer.
"I repaired the broken cables. Now the eight high-voltage cables and the attached grid discharge device are all connected. As soon as power is supplied, one million volts of ultra-high voltage will penetrate the air, and the positive and negative electrodes will
Ultra-high frequency arc discharges will occur, and you are right in the middle of these arcs."
Cable? Arc? Ultra high voltage? None of them sound good words.
Several mutants gathered around, one reached out and grabbed the injured worker's neck, shook him hard a few times and asked: "Idiot, what are you talking about?"
The huge shaking left the wounded with few breaths left. He lowered his head and said weakly: "In order to obtain the best discharge effect, we not only buried cables underground, but also extended a branch network covering the entire position. This consumes a lot of money."
It took us a lot of time.
However, your bombardment broke several main cables, and I had to run out to repair them. Do you know why I risked death? Because my wife and children were eaten by you, the scum of mankind, and I left
All you give me is a pile of broken bones. I hate you, I hate you, and I curse you devils to go to hell!"
The injured laborer came back to his senses at the last moment, struggled and roared with all his strength, and the roaring sound spread throughout the entire preset position. And just when he burned out his last glimmer of life, Zhou Qingfeng, who was hiding in the bank, pulled a thick cable
Connected to 'dog meat'.
"Silly dog, power on, maximum power."
The 1,500-kilowatt 'nuclear fusion battery' is working all the time, and the miniature magnetic constraint device controls an even smaller nuclear fusion generator. Powerful electric energy is transmitted along the cable, and thousands of amperes of current rush into the nearby
A large transformer.
Through electromagnetic conversion, the industrial voltage of 380 volts was suddenly increased to one million volts. And this ultra-high voltage also spread throughout the entire preset position in an instant. A powerful electric field unfolded, and Zhou Qingfeng himself felt his hair stand on end.
A strong heart palpitations.
And at this moment, with the bank as the center, blue electric rays appeared in the surrounding area of 300 meters. The ultra-high voltage penetrated the air, the ionized objects produced a crackling sound, and the powerful electric energy was discharged at this moment.
Turned into heat energy, the originally cold environment suddenly heated up.
More than a hundred mutants entered the preset positions.
More than two hundred "zombies" entered the preset position.
Thousands of mutated creatures have entered the preset positions.
This was originally a victory for mutant creatures, a carnival feast for them, but suddenly these most terrifying nightmares of mankind were all wrapped up, penetrated, and impacted by blue arcs.
Thousands of degrees of ionized gas was raging crazily, and all creatures in the high-voltage electric field at close range screamed. Burned, scorched, and burned to ashes, the instantaneous high temperature can easily penetrate the body of a mutated creature.
holes, and even completely vaporize them.
Sparks raged, thick smoke rose, and corpses fell. As long as the mutated creatures rushed into the preset position - they were all destroyed!