I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1149: North of the Great Wall
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It is still mid-autumn season, and there is a hint of winter coolness in the air.
The Badaling checkpoint was a tourist attraction more than thirty years ago. Today, more than thirty years later, it has been transformed into a military outpost. With this ancient city wall as the boundary, it is a wasteland to the north, a heterogeneous world, and a ruin to the south, a world for survivors.
In general, the survivors of Shangjing City are more fortunate than those of Wanghai City. Although they are also broken houses, many sturdy landmarks have survived. These well-preserved buildings became a base for survivors after the war, providing a refuge for survivors.
In addition, as the political center of pan-Asian cooperation, the war reserve here is ten times that of Wanghai City. The war reserve here is not just food, clothes, medical supplies, but also raw materials and energy such as steel, rare earth, oil, helium 3, and even well-preserved industrial machine tools.
The industrial machine tools here are different from the hand-made machine tools and engineers DIYed by 3D printers in the sixth block. The former is the crystallization of technology, and the latter two are just the wisdom of working people.
From this, we can see how the survivors of Shangjing City have gained early advantages.
Before the establishment of NAC, there were probably more than 100 settlements in Wanghai. On the side of Shangjing City, there are more than a thousand settlements, similar to the large survivors like Sixth Street and Liuding Town.
There has never been a unified place here. Survivors have formulated their own rules here, such as determining the safe area within the Third Ring Road, prohibiting homicide, robbery, and theft. Violators will be wanted by all survivors in the settlement.
Another example is this outpost in Badaling Scenic Area. In order to prevent extreme mutated creatures with sub-crystal index above 300 from migrating from the north, the survivors of Shangjing City jointly contributed to the modification of the Badaling section of the city wall, built a gun turret and a machine gun bunker, and were stationed in turn by each settlement Change every month.
Even in the harshest winter, this iron law has not changed.
"It's September."
"Yeah."
On the gun tower, the two soldiers stood on each side, leaning against the wall stack, staring at the gray wilderness in the distance.
They were carrying automatic rifles around their waists, with magazines tied to their bodies. Judging from their clothes, they should be from different survivors' settlements.
"Speaking of ... what's the number?"
"Fifteen."
The man wearing the blue scarf does n’t seem to talk much. Only the one next to him will speak a few words in a concise manner, and most of the time he stands there stupidly, without moving, looking Dazed by the horizon.
Or doze off ...
"It's only been fifteen days? Damn." The unshaven man smacked his lips and spit at the downstairs, grinning, "Do you believe it or two months later, I spit down Sputum, must it freeze into hailstones before landing? "
"..."
The man in the blue scarf ripped the corner of his mouth and said nothing.
Just chatting with each other, the time passed quickly.
The sky gradually darkened, and the distant horizon was covered with a layer of misty tulle. Under the blowing of the north wind, the fog twisted the enchanting curve, and gradually climbed over the wilderness, climbed to the fort, and climbed over the reinforced concrete wall ...
"It ’s foggy," Nao raised his head with his chin full of scum, looking at the air gradually condensing, and said aloud to himself, "I ’m afraid it will change."
The fog gradually darkened, forming a solid wall on the distant horizon.
Suddenly, in the heavy fog, a black outline gradually emerged.
The gap reached the anomaly in the fog. The scarf man frowned slightly, reached out and took off the telescope from his chest, and looked in the direction of the shadow.
"Did you see anything?" Hu Zuonan also noticed something, but when he touched his chest, he didn't touch the telescope. Only then did he remember that his telescope had landed in the barracks.
"... The fog is too big to see clearly." Putting his eyes on the telescope, the scarf man replied casually, reaching for the intercom hanging on his shoulders, and whispered across his face, "There are Situation. "
"Received."
Four or five soldiers carried rifles and yawned out of the barracks and walked towards the bunker. At the same time, a drone flew out of the gun turret and flew slowly towards the wilderness outside the city walls.
Throw the telescope to the stubble man with his neck stretched out, the scarf man squatted down, took out a thick thigh shell from the wooden box, picked up the rag and wiped the dust on it, then toward the already The infantry artillery that unfolded the bracket went.
"Come and help if you see enough."
"Grass, the big guys have figured it out, is it overreacting?" Hu Zuonan sucked his lips, raised the telescope and finally looked at it, preparing to put down the telescope to help, but at this time, Behind that thick fog, he vaguely saw a bright red badge.
A sickle?
A ... hammer! ?
The telescope fell to the ground, panic climbed up his pupil from his calf, his lips trembling for a while, before he squeezed out two words from the upper and lower teeth.
"Hold ... grass?"
The earth is shaking and the steel is roaring.
The torrent of iron and steel ran over the endless wilderness, and the endless roar swept across the city walls, across the gun turrets, across the entire continent ...
That's not fog!
That's the dust from the tracks!
At the moment of seeing the dark shadow, everyone in the military outpost changed his face. The corner of the stone jumped anxiously, even if it was thousands of meters apart, it could clearly feel the tremor of the earth.
"CCC ... P?" The soldiers trembling up and down, squatting in the bunker, shivering and shoving the chain into the machine gun magazine, screaming in horror, "CCCP's tank? No, no Maybe, the pre-war regime has not been cleaned up yet? "
"Push me all the infantry guns! Quick!"
"Fool! Use AP to play! The one with red paint!"
The movement outside the city wall was discovered, and the entire military outpost moved like a pot of boiling water. The soldiers rushed to the battle position with automatic rifles, and the infantry guns on the turret were pushed out. These fortifications were originally prepared for aliens, and no one thought about it, one day they will be used against polar bears with tanks.
A horn was sticking out of the gun tower.
"The people in front of you listen! No matter what your special purpose is to do, stop for Lao Tzu immediately!"
The armor torrent continues as before, with no response.
The commander repeated it in Russian.
The response to them is still silence, and the roar of the track running over the ground.
The commander threw the horn on the ground fiercely, took off the intercom, a trace of sorrow flashed across his face.
"Call me!"
Boom--!
Five shots responded to his roar.
Infantry artillery popped out of the bore, marking five orange-yellow bullet paths in the air. However, in front of the roaring armor torrent, it was as insignificant as a rootless toothpick.
Boom-
The shells passed over the tank ’s front armor and plunged into the mud, leaving only a shallow dent in the steel plate.
Looking at the armor cluster outside the gun tower, a look of despair emerged on Hu Shounan's face, and his movements had stopped.
In the face of aliens, the infantry artillery has no disadvantage, but at this moment it has no half effect, and even the roaring steel monsters have not even appeared to stop.
The five cannons on the city wall seemed to ignite some kind of signal.
A row of icy barrels slowly lifted above the charged armored torrent, and pointed in the direction of the turret.
Without any warning, the muzzle of the black hole suddenly flashed a moment.
The exploded air wave lifted into the air, and Hu Zuonan glimpsed with the last afterglow, the appearance of the concrete wall collapsed backwards ... (to be continued)