"Check the seat belt and prepare to take off." Chu Nan said casually as he closed the cockpit door and sat in the driver's seat.
"Don't worry, it's been checked." Jiang Chen, who was wearing a mechanical exoskeleton, tapped his shoulder and smiled at him.
"This is the process... Then, let's go." With that said, Chu Nan 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.
Woo!
The hum of high-voltage current came from outside the cabin, and with the help of the violent vortex airflow, YZ-51 began to rise slowly.
Sitting opposite Jiang Chen was the gunner. This young man wearing orange protective clothing saw the leader of the base sitting opposite him, with a slightly shy expression on his face.
"Don't be nervous." Jiang Chen 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.
After laughing, Jiang Chen waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to be polite, and turned to look out the window.
The snow has stopped, but the snow has not melted.
This was the first time he had overlooked the entire Wanghai City from above.
In a world of silver and jade, the whole city shines in the morning light. The dazzling brilliance seemed to disperse the haze of radioactive dust in the air.
If it weren't for the scattered 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." Jiang Chen 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 Nan teased.
"Really?" Jiang Chen smiled and said noncommittally.
Ground troops have already set off first.
Five Jagdtigers, a Raider infantry vehicle loaded with supplies, thirty light infantry armed with Ripper rifles, and two snipers armed with Ghost sniper rifles.
The destination is Shenxiang Town. This time it will be the first battle for the Fishbone Base to face the mutants' active attack.
Originally, it was okay for Jiang Chen not to come, but considering the need to recruit more than 700 prisoners, as the leader of the Fish Bone Base, it would be better to say something.
and. Looking down at the battlefield, he was still looking forward to it.
"You are about to be exposed to radioactive dust, so wear a mask." Chu Nan pulled down the mask of the flight helmet as he spoke.
"receive."
Jiang Chen pressed a few times on the mechanical exoskeleton. Then he took the helmet from the chair nearby and inserted the connecting port into the slot on the collar.
... ...
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 are naked, they can still stand in the freezing cold of ice and snow. Ignoring the violent wind and snow, he unleashed his firepower with the rifle in his hand.
They are born warriors, claiming to be supreme and the terminators of old civilizations.
However, even though the Japanese are not afraid of the severe cold, winter expeditions are still extremely difficult for them.
The stronger the body, the greater the consumption of materials. Everything west of the Zhufeng Highway was blocked by heavy snow, making it extremely difficult for vehicles to pass through. This undoubtedly added to the burden on the already long supply line.
There are only two choices before the mutants.
First, send an advance team to establish an outpost in Shenxiang Town on the other side of the Taipu River, and then send a large force to Wanghai City.
two. Wait until next spring before heading to Wanghai City.
There is no possibility of reconciliation between mutants and humans. Once they encounter each other, they will fight to the death. The mutant leadership is still very cautious about entering Wanghai City and causing conflicts with local human forces. Unlike the scattered survivors in Jia City, as a hot spot during the war, Wanghai City is home to many survivor bases that have inherited black technology from the pre-war military industry.
If they must conflict with those human forces, the mutants prefer that the conflict occur in winter.
If we wait until next spring to march, the mutants' combat advantage in the 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. 7 to Shenxiang Town was blocked by heavy snow. However, the road condition from Shenxiang Town to Wanghai City is still good. As long as an outpost to store supplies is established in Shenxiang Town, the pressure on the supply line will be greatly relieved, and a winter expedition will be possible.
As a result, the prisoners in Shenxiang Town were not immediately escorted back. Instead, they were forced to work by the mutants who occupied this place and built fortifications.
Outside Shenxiang Town, the reinforced concrete wall is beginning to take shape.
The roadside is littered with wood fragments, which were once displayed as obstacles and bunkers on the main and secondary roads outside the town. However, when the mutants came, these flimsy obstacles failed to bring any sense of security to the survivors huddled behind the bunker.
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 chipped away by the recoilless cannon. The remaining walls were covered with hideous bullet marks, and the blood stains on the wooden floor in the house were still clearly visible.
The survivors who stayed behind the bunker were unable to cause even one casualty to the attacking mutants. When the first mutant crossed the wooden bunker, the survivors had left dozens of corpses on the ground and had to raise the white flag to surrender.
The bodies of the recalcitrants were picked up with wooden spears and hung on the snow, enduring the erosion of the wind and snow, as well as the bites of mutant rats. Like a flag, it declares the dictatorship and cruelty of the winner.
Wang Ping watched coldly as those frail humans struggled 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, huh?" A ferocious-looking mutant held a whip in his hand and cursed as he wandered beside the slaves. The whip in his hand lashed out at the ragged figures from time to time, 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.
"Locke, don't kill people. Even maggots have the value of entertaining us." Wang Ping wandered to the overseer's side, grinning 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 rename themselves after being "reborn". Abandon that decadent ethics along with your own surname.
"Haha!" Locke raised the whip in his hand and laughed, "Cowards, look at me."
People carrying cement bags stopped one after another.
There are men. There are women, old people, and children.
The white mist was lingering, but it couldn't hide the frightened eyes. Yet they don't scream or rage. The cold has made their facial nerves lose feeling, and the mutants' bloodthirsty has made them forget what dignity is.
Looking at the numb faces with satisfaction, Locke 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 his feet. 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 and bloodshot.
The mutant standing nearby was holding a rifle. He looked at the slaves who were suffering humiliation with a playful look. For those who lack entertainment, their favorite thing to do is to tease and insult those prisoners who are unable to resist.
The FEV virus is very magical, and its magic lies in the fact that it can make the transformed person forget the reluctance of the past and enjoy the kuai feeling brought by evolution. Not remembering the hatred towards mutants in the past, he willingly integrated into this new camp, hating the old 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.
Locke looked down at the woman coldly. He stared coldly at the pleading and despair in her eyes.
"Go away." Cold words came out.
Locke raised his foot that was on the boy's face, kicked her hard on the chest, and kicked the woman away.
The woman climbed up from the snow with difficulty, bloodshot eyes hanging from the corners of her mouth. Coughing.
However, her eyes did not look at Locke, but at the child who had been liberated from under her feet.
With a gentle smile on her lips, the woman crawled towards the child.
For some reason, looking at the expression on this woman's face, Locke felt very angry.
"Stop," he commanded haughtily.
The woman ignored him and moved her arms tremblingly. Move towards the child. Seeing his mother approaching him, the boy's face showed an expression as if he was being saved.
Just then, a gun was put to her head.
The woman raised her head blankly, with a sad smile on her face.
"Can, can you not be here?" She begged with a trembling voice.
From the moment she burst out of the crowd, she knew her end. Anyone who dares to disobey them is killed, without exception.
If possible, she didn't want to die in front of her child.
A disdainful smile appeared on Locke's lips. This man actually wanted to negotiate terms with him
"Let her go."
A man stood up, his legs and shoulders shaking, and Locke curled his lips in disdain.
"I am willing to die for her." These words seemed to have exhausted all his courage.
The woman looked at the man, her eyes widened, and the color drained from her face.
The dry lips opened and closed, and a feeble plea floated out.
"don't want-"
"Then you go die." Locke raised his hand and shot, the bullet penetrated his chest and even injured the old man behind him.
"ah!"
The crowd screamed and commotion, the woman screamed heart-breakingly, and the boy stared at his father who fell in the snow with wide eyes.
Looking at the woman who was rolling and crawling onto her husband, Locke had a sickly and satisfied smile on his face.
He raised the muzzle of his gun, preparing to execute the woman who dared to soil his feet.
But at this moment, Wang Ping, who was standing aside, gently stretched out his hand and put it on the muzzle of his gun. (.)