The Yangtze River, frozen in ice and snow, divides Wu City into two. The north bank is under the control of the federal district, while the south bank is the NAC's position.
Two days ago, the last group of troops responsible for breaking the rear retreated behind the defense line and opened multiple levels of defense lines along the river.
The thickness of the ice is close to one meter. As long as special tires are put on, passing through lightly armored units is no longer a problem. However, this one meter thick ice is still far from enough to support the weight of the Prowler tank. Obstructed by the terrain, the ferocious offensive in the joint command area finally came to a halt.
And it is on this ice layer that NAC's artillery exerts its maximum advantage. An electromagnetic gun can easily penetrate the ice, turning the solid ice into broken ice floes, preventing soldiers from the joint command area from passing through.
The machine guns distributed along the coast can easily create a fire net. Even the narrowest point on this frozen river is more than 1,100 meters long. It is almost an impossible task to rush through this unprotected ice field with a flesh and blood body.
Under Han Junhua's command, the Second Division's defense line was several times stronger than it was two days ago.
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Using an engineering shovel to shovel the snow in the foxhole outside, Hu Cheng threw away the shovel, rubbed his face that was almost numb from the cold, gasped for white mist, and climbed onto the ammunition box.
Two days earlier, the order to retreat had rescued him from the hell at the front. Carrying a light machine gun picked up from the battlefield, he was assigned to this foxhole about one person deep.
There is only one task, and that is to pull the trigger when the opponent charges. He likes this job very much. He doesn't need to aim, but uses firepower to make the opponent retreat.
In fact, these machine gunners did it. NAC's supplies were so sufficient that he didn't even need to calculate how much ammunition he had left.
Yesterday, those "barbarians" tried to launch three feint attacks and two strong attacks, but were suppressed without exception.
They had calmed down a lot today. Apart from the occasional gunshots that shot through the snow, there were basically no new moves.
There was an electric kettle not far away. In such weather, there was nothing better than drinking a cup of hot cocoa... Of course, he only thought about hot cocoa. When he climbed out, he had never seen these good things that were everywhere before the war.
Sprinkle a few pinches of shriveled and inferior tea leaves into the boiling water. This variant of tea produced in the tea garden near the Sixth Block has a nice name, drunk tea. As long as it is soaked in boiling water for a while, it can produce a specious taste of wine.
Not only is it not intoxicating, it can also warm your stomach.
These things are the favorites of the middle class and are the most expensive luxuries they can enjoy. If it weren't for the generous Marshal, they would have no chance to enjoy this.
If he had to pay for it himself, he would definitely be reluctant to part with it.
Taking out the telescope, Hu Cheng carefully leaned on the edge of the pit and checked the defense line on the opposite side.
"Very good, it seems that the people over there can't stand the cold anymore." After muttering, Hu Cheng put the telescope into the pocket of his cold-proof clothes, sat back on the ammunition box with his hands folded, and turned off the electric kettle. He took the steel cup and poured half a cup for himself, held it in his arms and drank in small sips.
He has never seen such a cold winter, nor such weird snow. When he woke up from cryo-sleep, the most difficult ten years had passed. According to an old man who has experienced the most difficult years after the war, is this the legendary nuclear winter
Drunk tea also has the benefit of effectively mitigating radiation levels.
After drinking tea, Hu Cheng took a look at the radiation value and iodine storage parameters on the EP, then returned to the machine gun position and moved his hand on the handle.
At this moment, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a few green shadows from the opposite position.
His glasses were slightly narrowed, and Hu Cheng took out the binoculars from his pocket while muttering quietly.
"Maybe I saw it wrong..."
He raised the telescope and put his eyes closer.
For a moment, he actually saw the shadow of the mutant. Are you too tired? It's indeed possible to say that, he hasn't had a good sleep these days.
The binoculars fell on the snowdrift, and Hu Cheng opened his mouth in shock.
Really a change, a mutant
How can this be? !
However, the other side did not give him time to reflect on this shock. Accompanied by a series of intensive gunfire, the mutant soldiers with C-shaped steel hanging on their bodies charged towards the NAC's position with rifles in hand.
Hu Cheng lowered his head reflexively, and there was a roar from above, and the shell exploded about ten meters behind the foxhole.
The flying shrapnel knocked over the electric kettle. He had no time to feel sorry for the unfinished hot tea and sweep away the snow on his body. Hu Cheng threw himself next to the machine gun, hurriedly opened the safety, and vented his anger at the charging mutants. Muzzle fire!
The bullets spattered a string of sparks on the steel armor. From the jumping trajectory, it can be seen that the rain of bullets failed to penetrate the simple and rough armor.
"Damn it!"
With an inexplicable panic rising in his heart, Hu Cheng gritted his teeth, pulled off the bullet chain on the machine gun, hurriedly replaced it with an armor-piercing warhead, and once again unleashed his firepower on the charging mutants.
The recoil shattered the ice pick hanging on the edge of the concrete bunker, and also made his muscles hurt. The rate of fire of the machine gun is much slower, but its power is more than a little bit more powerful. The armor on many mutants was knocked to the ground by the fired ammunition and was torn to pieces by the hail of bullets. However, more mutants rushed into the NAC's first line of defense and came into close combat with the soldiers squatting behind the trenches. !
Even if they are shot several times and their internal organs are shattered into pulp, these mutants will not die immediately. They are simple-minded and are far more difficult to deal with than imagined when they are killed.
Viper drones and reptile robots were dispatched urgently, but the emp weapons projected by the first army on the opposite side caused a lot of trouble to these machine units. Although it will not be directly destroyed, the side effects caused by circuit overload can bring the operation of vipers and reptiles to a standstill.
A mutant rushed directly under Hu Cheng's machine gun position and had avoided the maximum shooting depression angle of the machine gun. Through the layer of blizzard, he could even see clearly the hateful face and the hawthorn frozen at the edge of the mouth.
"Go to hell! You disgusting greenskins!"
Hu Cheng roared, grabbed the rifle with a bayonet embedded in it from the side, leaned out of the bunker, and stabbed the mutant in the head condescendingly. Several bullets hit him next to him, and cement chips and ice chips scratched shallow blood marks on his face.
The bayonet didn't hit the mutant's face, but got stuck in its arm.
However, he did not flinch, and sharply opened the muscles of the mutant's arm.
The mutant roared in pain and dropped the rifle in his hand. However, his other hand reflexively took out the inferior machete from his waist and swung it towards Hu Cheng.
Shrinking his head to dodge the blow, and seizing its exposed flaw, Hu Cheng pointed the muzzle of his gun at its hateful face and pulled the trigger with all his strength.
As the flames exploded from the muzzle, orange-yellow bullets shot into the snow with streaks of bloody arrows, creating a sizzling white mist. Machine gun fire from across the river was fired here, suppressing Hu Cheng back behind the machine gun position. More and more mutants rushed onto the frozen river, holding rifles and firing as they rushed towards this side.
Just when he was anxiously preparing to shoot, a piercing scream suddenly sounded in the air.
Before he could react, rows of explosive flames exploded on the ice, carrying snow mist, ice shards and large pieces of ice into the air dozens of meters high. When everything cleared up, the entire river surface was fragmented, and large sections of ice slowly floated with the current.
There are no traces of mutants anywhere, and only a few explosions of gunpowder smoke remain on the fragmented ice, which have not dissipated for a long time in the howling wind and snow...
"Well done!"
He punched the cement wall hard and looked at the river, Hu Cheng shouted excitedly.
Although he also knew that this broken ice surface would be refrozen by the overwhelming blizzard in less than a day. But at least for the next ten hours or so, he won't have to worry about his defense zone. Even if he takes a nap against the machine gun, there won't be any problems...
He hadn't slept for a long time.
However, he was still confused before falling asleep.
Those mutants...what's going on? (.)