Chapter 1,156 A Murder Caused by a Box of Cans
The wind and frost are like knives, cutting through the frozen soil.
It was obviously mid-autumn, but the bricks and gravel were covered with a layer of white frost.
The boots made a crunching sound as they stepped on the rubble between the broken walls. The cold muzzle of the gun passed over every shadow of the ruins, looking for one or two cold gunshots. The black cotton gloves groped over the blood-stained corpse, not letting go of even a single trophy.
Even if it is a piece of cold-weather clothing that has been blown to pieces, they will take out the cotton core and temperature control chip that have not been burned and take them to a nearby supply truck.
As for the stripped corpses, they piled them haphazardly on the open ground and allowed them to be eaten by hungry scavengers such as mutant cockroaches and rats. They even skipped cremation.
Cremation requires fuel, and winter is coming soon. They don't want to waste any fuel, let alone waste it on the dead.
Five hundred meters away from the Badaling military outpost, hundreds of tanks of various models were parked quietly in the open space, surrounded by dozens of half-track base vehicles as big as old-fashioned train carriages. The tires as big as millstones sank into the mud, and the four-piece track supported the entire carriage.
Rows of soldiers wearing mechanical exoskeletons were patrolling around the camp with rifles in hand. Even the aliens as strong as Death Claws smelled the smell of death from the neat queue, lingering on the edge of the shadow and rubbing their fangs, but did not dare to get even half a step closer.
These Russians never set up camp.
The base vehicle surrounded by tanks is their barracks, warehouse and even factory. By putting down the bracket on the chassis, the workers can pick up hammers and files to work.
They were once border guards, stationed in the tundra of easternmost Siberia, fighting against the Americans across the sea in Alaska. They inherited the Soviet legacy, ended their mission in the tenth year after the war, and began to move south.
Without organization, they are like the nomads of centuries ago, and the city is their pasture.
From the wasteland in the far east of Siberia, all the way south to the land of Pan-Asian cooperation. Just like locusts passing by, they trample the fire of civilization into ashes and eat the ruins of the city into nothing but skeletons...
In order to survive, they have pushed their survival skills to the limit. No one understands the essence of scavenging better than them. Even the most experienced scavengers in Wanghai City will feel deep despair if they go to a city that has been patronized by these old men.
And now, they finally survived the icy wasteland and arrived at the legendary land of wealth...
"Compared to Uelien,
The weather here is as warm as spring. "
Sitting on the chair, the bearded man looked out the window, grinning, and the wrinkles on his face blended together ferociously. If you add an eye patch and a captain's hat to him, he will look like a pirate from the old days.
On the table in front of him, there was a small half bottle of vodka. The galvanized sickle and hammer on the bottle had been worn away, leaving only the bare surface.
He has been drinking this bottle of wine for almost half a year. He keeps it in the box on weekdays. Only when he is in a good mood will he take it out, unscrew the cork and take a sip or two to reminisce about that wonderful era.
Obviously, he is in a good mood now.
And it's quite good.
Just as he was looking out the window in trance, the door of the base vehicle opened. A boot stepped into the room, and a middle-aged man wearing a military coat walked in. After standing in front of him, he gave a neat military salute.
"Supply statistics completed."
"How was the harvest?" Yegor asked lazily.
"It's quite rich! There are more than fifty boxes of C-grade and above nutritional mixtures, which is enough for us for half a month." Smirnov stood at attention and replied.
"Should it be said that it is worthy of the legendary rich land?" Yegor raised his eyebrows slightly, and smiled cruelly, the wrinkles on his face becoming more ferocious, "The harvest of a military outpost can almost catch up with the Siberian wasteland. The survivors’ colony on the top.”
He smiled happily, although in the eyes of others, his smile looked so ferocious.
"In addition, we found this among their commander's personal belongings." As he spoke, Smirnov took out a box of aluminum cans from his waist and handed it to the commander.
The smile on Yegor's face froze.
Instead, there was shock, disbelief, and ecstasy.
He grabbed the can on the table, grabbed the dagger on the table, and cut a hole in the can. The oily meat juice immediately seeped out along the edge of the knife, and in less than ten seconds, the whole room was filled with the aroma of braised beef.
Smirnov swallowed and looked away, trying not to look at the can.
Holding the knife and smearing it on his mouth, feeling the fragrance spread along his taste buds, Yegor smashed his mouth, trying to make the delicious food stay on the tip of his tongue for a while. At this moment, he was almost crying with excitement.
Suddenly, Yegor woke up.
He first glanced at Smirnoff and saw that he was not looking at him. Then he pressed the crack on the can with his thumb and turned the can to the back. I saw lines of small text engraved on the bottom of the can.
[Fishbone brand canned beef]
[Ingredients: Beef, salt, MSG, spices...]
[Production date: 2192]
Sure enough, it was produced after the war!
Yegor felt his heart pounding, as if a beautiful woman stripped down to her toes was standing in front of him, posing and tempting him to come forward.
Canned beef!
He couldn't remember the last time he ate meat.
Ten years ago? Fifteen years ago?
However, what made him excited the most and couldn't help but want to yell out was that the bone was afraid that others would not know where it was, so it even added a line after the production date.
[Place of Origin: Food Processing Factory, Sixth Street, Wanghai City]
Putting the beef can aside, Yegor stared at Smirnov.
"How many more cans of this kind are there?"
Smirnov lowered his head tremblingly, stood at attention and answered.
"That's all. But in other soldiers' personal luggage, we also found some compressed biscuits, instant noodles and the like..."
"Are they all from the Fishbone brand?"
"Exactly..." Smirnov nodded and replied.
"Okay!" Yegor inserted the knife into the aluminum alloy table, stood up suddenly, and laughed loudly, "What a fish bone! God has blessed our Eastern Siberian border guards! Sure enough, heaven is in the south!"
After saying that, Yegor glared and ordered to Smirnov.
"Pass my order and the whole army sets off and advances twenty kilometers southeast. In addition, let the 13th Tank Company set off. Now go into the city and try the skills of the survivors of Shangjing City! If the city is full of mass fertilizers, Sheep, then let’s just push in!”
"Yes!" Smirnov stood at attention, saluted, and turned away.
"After we capture Shangjing City, we will go all the way south to see Wanghai City! See how many fat cows they have and how many acres of fertile land they have!"
Looking at the canned beef on the table, Yegor laughed wildly.
All resistance will be turned into powder under the tracks of the tank!
No one can stop his steel torrent!
anyone! Any organization!
Sipping his thumb dipped in meat juice, Yegor looked into the distance with excitement.
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