Chapter 1,149 North of the Great Wall

It is obviously still mid-autumn, but there is already a hint of winter coolness in the air.

Badaling Checkpoint was a tourist attraction more than 30 years ago. Today, more than 30 years later, it has been transformed into a military outpost. With this ancient city wall as the boundary, to the north is the wasteland, the world of alien species, and to the south is the ruins, the world of survivors.

Generally speaking, the survivors in Shangjing City are much luckier than those in Wanghai City. Although the houses are still in ruins, many solid landmark buildings have survived. These well-preserved buildings became the base for post-war survivors and provided them with a shelter for survival.

In addition, as the political center of Pan-Asian cooperation, the war reserves here are ten times that of Wanghai City. The war reserves here are not only food, clothing, and medical supplies, but also raw materials and energy such as steel, rare earths, oil, and helium 3, and even well-preserved industrial machine tools.

The industrial machine tools here are different from the hand-made machine tools in the Sixth Street and those DIYed by engineers using 3D printers. The former are the crystallization of technology, while the latter two are just the wisdom of the working people.

It can be seen from this that the survivors in Shangjing City have an early advantage.

Before the establishment of NAC, there were probably more than a hundred settlements of various sizes in Wanghai City. As for Shangjing City, there are more than a thousand settlements, and there are even hundreds of large survivor forces like Sixth District and Liudian Town.

This place has never been unified. The survivors have formulated the rules here in their own way. For example, the area within the third ring road is designated as a safe zone. Murder, robbery, and theft are prohibited. Offenders will be wanted by all survivors' settlements.

Another example is this outpost located in Badaling Scenic Area. In order to prevent extremely mutated creatures with a subcrystal index of more than 300 from migrating from the north, the survivors of Shangjing City jointly invested and renovated the Badaling city wall, built gun towers and machine gun bunkers, and sent people to garrison them in turn from each settlement. One shift every month.

Even in the harshest winter, this iron law has not changed.

"It's September."

"yes."

On the turret, two soldiers stood at both ends, leaning on the wall, staring at the gray wasteland in the distance in a daze.

They had automatic rifles on their waists and magazines strapped to their bodies. Judging from their clothes, they should be from different survivor settlements.

"Speaking of which...what's the number?"

"fifteen.

"

The man wearing the blue scarf doesn't seem to like to talk much. Only when the man next to him speaks, he will speak briefly and concisely. Most of the time, he just stands there, motionless, staring at the horizon in a daze. .

Or dozing off...

"It's only been fifteen days? Damn it." The unshaven man smacked his lips, spat downstairs, and said with a grin, "Would you believe that in two months, I will spit down there and fall to the ground? Did it freeze into hail before?”

"..."

The man wearing a blue scarf twitched the corners of his mouth and said nothing.

Just chatting like this, time passed quickly.

The sky gradually darkened, and the distant horizon was covered with a veil of fog. Blown by the north wind, the fog twisted in enchanting curves, gradually crawling across the wasteland, climbing up the turrets, and climbing over the concrete-reinforced city walls...

"It's foggy," the chatty man with a stubble raised his head, looked at the fog gradually gathering in the sky, and muttered to himself, "I'm afraid the weather is going to change."

The fog gradually deepened, forming a solid wall on the distant horizon.

Suddenly, in the dense fog, a black outline gradually emerged.

The gap was so abnormal in the fog that the man in the scarf frowned slightly, reached out and took off the telescope from his chest, and looked in the direction of the black figure.

"Did you see anything?" The bearded man also noticed something at this moment, but when he touched his chest, he didn't touch the telescope. Only then did he remember that he had left his binoculars in the barracks.

"...The fog is too heavy to see clearly." Putting his eyes on the telescope, the scarf man replied casually, reached out and pressed the intercom hanging on his shoulder, turned his face and whispered, "There is a situation outside."

"receive."

Four or five soldiers carried their rifles and yawned as they emerged from the barracks and walked towards the bunker. At the same time, a drone flew out from the turret and flew slowly towards the wasteland outside the city wall.

Throwing the telescope to the bearded man who stretched his neck to look, the man with the scarf squatted down, took out a thigh-thick cannonball from the wooden box, picked up a rag and wiped the dust on it, and then moved toward the person who had unfolded the stand. The infantry artillery walked away.

"Come and help when you've seen enough."

"Fuck, everyone has found it, are you overreacting?" The bearded man smacked his lips, raised the telescope for one last look, and was about to put down the telescope to help, but at this moment, from the field, Behind the thick fog, he vaguely saw a bright red badge.

A sickle?

A...hammer! ?

The telescope fell to the ground, and panic crept up from his calf into his pupils. His lips trembled for a while before he squeezed out two words through his chattering teeth.

"Hold...grass?"

The earth is shaking and the steel is roaring.

The torrent of steel rolled over the boundless wasteland, and its continuous roar swept across the city wall, the turrets, and the entire continent...

That's not fog!

That's the dust kicked up by the tracks!

The moment they saw the black shadow clearly, the expressions of everyone in the military outpost changed. The stones in the corner were jumping uneasily, and even though they were thousands of meters away, they could clearly feel the tremor of the earth.

"...p?" Teeth chattering, the soldier squatting in the bunker trembled while stuffing the bullet belt into the machine gun magazine, and cursed in fear, "Tank? No, impossible, the pre-war regime Aren’t they all cleaned up?”

"Push all the infantry cannons up to me! Quick!"

"Idiot! Use AP bullets! The one with red paint!"

After discovering the unusual movement outside the city wall, the entire military outpost started to move like a pot of boiling water. The soldiers rushed to the fighting position carrying automatic rifles, and the infantry guns on the turret were pushed out. These fortifications were originally prepared for alien species. No one ever thought that one day they would be used against polar bears driving tanks.

A loudspeaker protruded from the turret.

"People in front of you, listen! No matter what the hell you are here to do, stop it immediately!"

The armored torrent moved forward as usual, without any reaction.

the commander repeated in Russian.

The response to them was still silence and the roar of tracks running across the earth.

The commander slammed the speaker to the ground, took off the walkie-talkie, and a trace of sadness flashed across his face.

"Hit me!"

boom--!

Five cannon blasts answered his roar.

The infantry artillery shell ejected from the chamber and drew five orange-yellow bullet paths in the air. However, in front of the roaring torrent of armor, it was as insignificant as a toothpick without a root.

Boom——

The shell grazed the front armor of the tank and plunged into the mud, leaving only a shallow dent on the steel plate.

Looking at the armored cluster outside the turret, a look of despair appeared on the bearded man's face, and the movements of his hands had stopped.

The infantry artillery, which was invincible when facing alien species, was of no use at this moment, and could not even bring the group of roaring steel monsters to a halt.

The five cannon shots on the city wall seemed to light some kind of signal.

Above the torrent of charging armor, rows of cold gun barrels were slowly raised and pointed in the direction of the turret.

Without any warning, the black muzzle suddenly flashed with fire for a moment.

Lifted up into the air by the airwaves of the explosion, the bearded man caught a glimpse of the concrete wall collapsing backwards with his last remaining vision... (To be continued.)