"Check the seat belt and prepare to take off." Chu Zhaonan said casually after closing the cockpit door and sitting in the driver's seat.
"Don't worry, it's been checked." Zhu Tian, who was wearing a mechanical exoskeleton, tapped on his shoulder and smiled at him.
"This is the process... then, let's go." As he said that, Chu Zhaonan turned on the engine switch, and then motioned to the "apprentice" sitting in the passenger seat to help him pay attention to the dial on the right side.
Woo!
The hum of high-voltage electric current came from outside the cabin, and with the help of the violent vortex airflow, Yunzhi-50 began to rise slowly.
Sitting opposite Zhu Tian was the gunner, a young man wearing orange protective clothing. Seeing the leader of the base sitting opposite him, the expression on his face was slightly shy.
"Don't be nervous." Zhu Tian said with an easygoing smile.
"Yes!" the young man shouted loudly, trying to stand up and salute, but was comically pulled back by the seat belt.
Hahaha laughed, Zhu Tian waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to be polite, and turned to look out the window.
The snow has stopped, but the snow has not melted.
This was his first time overlooking the entire Liuhe District from above.
In a world of silver and jade, the whole city shines brightly in the morning light. The dazzling brilliance seems to have dispersed the haze of radioactive dust in the air.
If it weren't for the dots of zombies on the street and the unhealthy dust haze, he would have almost forgotten that he was in the end of the world and not a snowy city in the north.
"From this angle, this city is quite beautiful." Zhu Tian said casually while looking out the window.
"It's really shocking when you see it for the first time. If you fly every day, you will get used to it." Chu Zhaonan teased.
"Really?" Zhu Tian smiled and said noncommittally.
Ground troops have already set off first.
Five Jagdtigers, an armed Raider infantry vehicle loaded with supplies, forty light infantrymen armed with electromagnetic rifles, and two snipers equipped with electromagnetic sniper rifles.
The destination is Donggou Town. This time it will be the first battle for the Ming Dynasty survivor base to face an active attack by mutants.
Originally, it was okay for Zhu Tian not to come, but considering that these more than 700 prisoners had to be collected, as the leader of the survivors of the Ming Dynasty, it was better to come forward and say something.
Moreover, looking down at the battlefield from above, he still had some expectations.
"You are about to be exposed to radioactive dust, so put on your mask." As he said that, Chu Zhaonan pulled down the mask of his flight helmet.
"receive."
Zhu Tian clicked on the mechanical exoskeleton a few times, then took the helmet from the chair nearby and inserted the connecting port into the slot on the collar.
As for the original steel armor, Zhu Tian left it with Li Xinran. What happened last time reminded him that no matter what happened, he should put on the best equipment for his woman first, so as not to regret it later.
Endless!
As for your rough skin and thick flesh, you can make do with it first, the worst is
, there is a shuttle door as a back-up in case of danger.
...
It's snowing, but this level of coldness is as insignificant to the mutants as the spring breeze blowing on their faces.
Even if they were naked, they could still stand in the bitter cold of ice and snow. Ignoring the violent wind and snow, they vented firepower with the rifles in their hands.
They are born warriors, claiming to be supreme and the terminators of old civilizations.
However, even though their bodies are not afraid of the severe cold, winter expeditions are still extremely difficult for them.
The stronger the body, the greater the consumption of supplies. Everything to the west of the highway is blocked by heavy snow, making it very difficult for vehicles to pass through. This undoubtedly adds a heavy burden to the already long supply line.
There are only two choices before the mutants.
One: Send an advance team to establish an outpost in Donggou Town on the other side of the Chu River, and then send a large force to Jinling City.
Two: Wait until next spring before marching to Jinling City.
There is no possibility of reconciliation between mutants and natural humans. Once they encounter each other, they will fight to the death. The mutant leadership is still very cautious about entering Jinling City and clashing with local human forces. With the scattered survivors in Chu City,
Different from each other, as a hot spot during the war, Jinling City is home to many survivor bases that have inherited black technologies in the pre-war military industry.
If there must be a conflict with those human forces, the mutants would prefer that the conflict occur in winter.
If we wait until next spring to march, the mutants' combat advantage in the harsh cold environment will not be reflected. At the same time, those hungry alien species waking up from hibernation will also make the trip to the city center troublesome.
Due to the above factors, the mutants temporarily chose option one.
Although the road from No. 5 to Donggou Town is blocked by heavy snow, the road condition from Donggou Town to Jinling City is still good. As long as an outpost to store supplies is established in Donggou Town, the pressure on the supply line will be
Greatly relieved, winter expeditions will be possible.
As a result, the prisoners in Donggou Town were not immediately escorted back. Instead, they were forced to work by the mutants who occupied the place to build fortifications.
Outside Donggou Town, the outline of a reinforced concrete wall is beginning to take shape.
The roadside was full of wood debris, which had been displayed on the main and secondary roads outside the town as obstacles and bunkers. However, when the mutants came, these flimsy obstacles failed to protect the survivors who huddled behind the bunkers.
Brings the slightest sense of security.
The steel-clad monster carried a machine gun, and the raging bullet storm destroyed the psychological defense of every defender.
There is a low bungalow not far from here. Most of the decorated cement wall was cut away by the recoilless rifle. The remaining walls are full of hideous bullet marks, and the blood stains on the wooden floor inside the house are still clearly visible.
The survivors who stood behind the bunker were unable to cause even one casualty to the attacking mutants. When the first mutant stepped over the wooden bunker, the survivors had already left dozens of corpses on the ground.
I had to raise the white flag and surrender.
of the recalcitrant
The corpse was picked up with a wooden spear and hung on the snow, enduring the erosion of the wind and snow, as well as the bites of mutant rats. It was like a flag, declaring the dictatorship and cruelty of the winner.
Wang Tian looked coldly at the frail humans, struggling to walk on the snow dragging cement blocks and steel bars to add bricks and tiles to their outpost.
"Move quickly, damn maggot, who allowed you to stop!" A ferocious-looking mutant held a whip in his hand and cursed as he wandered beside the slaves. The whip in his hand shone on the slave from time to time.
The ragged figure was withdrawn, regardless of whether the person being tortured had made a mistake.
Those frightened faces made him instinctively feel happy.
It is no longer possible to obtain physiological pleasure, and the male hormones in the body can only be vented through primitive violence.
"Mark, don't kill people. Even maggots have the value of entertaining us." Wang Tian wandered to the supervisor's side, grinned his mouth full of fangs, and looked at the man lying on the ground.
The boy on the snow did not hide the disgust and ridicule in his eyes.
Mutants will rename themselves after being "reborn", abandoning their decadent ethics along with their surnames.
"Haha!" Mark raised the whip in his hand and laughed loudly: "Cowards, look at me."
People carrying cement bags stopped one after another.
There are men, women, old people, and children.
The white mist shrouded, but could not hide the fearful eyes. However, they would not scream, nor would they be angry. The cold had made their facial nerves lose consciousness, and the mutants' bloodthirsty made them forget what they meant.
dignity.
Looking at the numb faces with satisfaction, Mark looked down at the boy who was trembling and huddled in the snow. He laughed evilly, raised his foot and stepped on the young face.
"Ah..." A suppressed howl came from under his feet, and his frozen fingers clung to the ground, clawing at the frozen lumps of snow.
The boy's father stood aside, his shoulders shaking, his eyes wide open and bloodshot.
The mutants standing aside were holding rifles and looking playfully at the slaves who were suffering humiliation. For those who lacked entertainment, their favorite thing to do was to tease and humiliate the captives who were unable to resist.
The A virus is very magical. Its magical thing is that it can make the transformed person forget the reluctance of the past and enjoy the pleasure brought by evolution. He does not remember the hatred towards mutants at all and willingly integrates into this new camp.
Hatred of the old ethnic group that was unwilling to accept evolution.
"No!" A harsh scream broke the silence, and a disheveled woman threw herself on the snow, hugging the mutant's feet tightly, desperately trying to save the boy who was trampled under his feet.
"Mom..." The boy's eyeballs protruded due to squeezing, and the corners of his mouth wriggled weakly.
Mark looked down at the woman coldly, staring coldly at the pleading and despair in her eyes.
"Get away." With these cold words, Mark raised his foot that was on the boy's face, kicked the woman's chest hard, and kicked her away.