Chapter 867 Winter Is Earlier than Usual

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The wind and frost are as cold as a knife, wrapped in crushed snow and ice flowers. The snow swaying all over the sky is like cotton wool, blowing over the faces that have long been numb from the cold, and pressing down on the luggage behind them bit by bit. With the final fifty kilometers to go before the Hanzhong outpost, there was no time for them to rest.

Sentinels in winter suits walked beside the queue, scanning the white wilderness with vigilant eyes and muzzles. The machine gunner sitting on the top of the armored vehicle breathed white mist and leaned against the machine gun to pass the time.

They are an army, belonging to the Northern Union.

Standing behind them are the leaders of the Northern United Area, the last group of people who moved from Lanzhou to Hanzhong.

Unlike Wanghai City, the winter here lasts for more than a month. Not only because of the latitude, but more because of the radiation cloud that stagnated in the sky. The dust piled up is like a quilt, except that their function is not to keep warm, but to reflect sunlight into space.

This year has been an anomaly, with winters coming much earlier than usual, even for the North West.

But for Wasteland, abnormality itself is a kind of normality.

People may feel hopeless, but it is definitely not surprising.

After harvesting the last batch of mutated fruits, these leaders had to brave the heavy snow and set foot on the journey to Hanzhong. Maybe a lot of people will die here, but if they don't leave, more people may die.

Unlike Wanghai City, there are not many zombie species here, but there are all kinds of powerful and cunning alien species. And even in winter, they will not sleep when they are hungry, but lurk in dark corners, quietly waiting for the feast of blood.

For example, mutated jackals, they come like a gust of wind, their sharp claws are faster than bullets, and when they leave, they often leave behind only corpses and broken bones. A single migratory team once encountered them. Although everyone had a gun in their hands, no one survived.

These swift and strong creatures would be quite a headache even if the regular army encountered them.

In order to reduce the casualties of the survivors, the commander of the Union Command area ordered to take out valuable nuclear fusion cores and shells, and use armored forces to escort the migrating immigrants.

Although they inherited the armed forces of the pre-war regime, unfortunately, the lack of resources made it difficult for them to resume industrial production. They could only relieve the supply pressure of tens of thousands of troops through resource recycling and the production mode of small workshops.

The situation they are facing is even worse than the Sixth Street District they faced three years ago. After all, NATO's marines have never set foot in the northwest of Huaxia District.

There are almost no battlefields here, and there aren't many resources worth recycling.

Every round of heavy machine gun bullets is precious to them.

An assault vehicle with snow camouflage came from behind the team. When the assault vehicle passed by, although the soldiers did not stop, they all raised their hands and gave a PAC military salute, offering the highest respect to their leader.

In the back row of the assault vehicle, the grim-looking man looked at the map without saying a word.

His name was Wei Bian. After Jiang Beihai, he served as the commander of the joint control area, and his status was probably similar to that of the NAC's marshal. Sitting next to him is his assistant, Luo Xugang, the deputy commander of the United Federation of Regions. This is the last team to go to Hanzhong, and it is also the last team of survivors who moved from Lanzhou.

When they withdrew, only ruined walls and wild beasts roamed the streets and alleys remained in the abandoned city. Maybe hundreds of years later, the ivy will drill out of the cracks in the concrete pavement, and sprouts will emerge from the dead wood. Nature will use its own way to erase the evidence of human existence and dye the earth with its original color——

Savage, and disorderly.

"The snow this year is earlier than in previous years." Luo Xugang, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, sighed and shook the cigarette butt that was about to burn out in the ashtray.

"Yes." Wei Bian said lightly.

"I'm so cold." Glancing at the commander out of the corner of his eye, Luo Xu had just burned out the last trace of nicotine on the cigarette butt and put it out in the ashtray.

"Should I turn up the air conditioner?"

"No, no need, I have to be cold in another sense." Just as Luo Xu waved his hand, his rough fingers took out another cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

"You're overdrawing your health."

As if hearing something funny, Luo Xugang suddenly laughed, and exhaled a smoke ring, "Go to hell with your health."

Wei Bian didn't answer, his frowning eyes still stayed on the paper map.

Silence lasted for a long time in the carriage, only the sound of wheels rolling over the snow could be heard. Luo Xugang squinted his eyes, silently smoking a cigarette made of mutated tobacco, feeling the pungent smell in his nasal cavity. I don't know when it started, only this feeling can give him a sense of fulfillment that he is still alive.

Suddenly, Luo Xu just broke the silence.

"time is limited."

However, Wei Bian still had that indifferent expression.

"I know."

"I heard that a force called NAC has risen in Wanghai City. The full name seems to be New Pan-Asian Cooperation."

"I've heard of it."

"Those little guys seem to be sent by them. Although our missiles can deal with them, they are always a problem... Do we really want to go to war with them?" Luo Xugang scratched his head.

"kindness."

There was silence in the carriage again.

After a while, the one who broke the silence was still Luo Xugang with a cigarette in his mouth.

"To be honest, I really envy you guys."

When he heard these words, Wei Bian's eyes left the map in his hand for the first time, and looked at the white wilderness through the car window.

There, a sentry found the mutated jackal lurking in the snow, and immediately raised the rifle in his hand. Soon, the blood was all over the pure white snow, but when he took out his dagger and stepped forward to dig out the crystal, three wolves rushed up from the snow...

The gunshots rang out, but soon stopped.

The medics carried the dying Sentinel onto the truck, but he was soon put into a body bag after the rescue failed. The corpses of the three jackals were loaded onto a truck equipped with an organic conversion furnace, and subcrystals were dug out, where they were refined into nutrient mixtures. The team never stagnated from the beginning to the end, and the leaders who passed by the blood-stained area never took their eyes off the road under their feet for a moment.

As if nothing had happened.

Nature has decided who will die and who will live.

"You won't be envious." Wei Bian put his eyes back on the map and said lightly.

...

"Successful!"

The cells in the test tube are still alive!

The cheers of the women resounded in the laboratory.

When hearing Lin Ling say these words, Jiang Chen didn't know what to use to describe the excitement in his heart at this moment.

According to Lin Ling, before putting the test tube into the freezer, she dripped 20ml of the test solution mixed with human tissue cells into the test tube. After placing the test tube into a special freezing device to simulate a dormant environment, the living cells in the test tube successfully passed the entropy reduction link when crossing the "gate".

And the key to solving the problem of taking creatures to travel is precisely in antimatter!

Lin Ling explained the reason to Jiang Chen with a lot of mathematical and physical formulas. However, Jiang Chen was in a daze from beginning to end, and didn't understand what she was saying at all. Even though he repeatedly asked her to explain the principles in plain language, she just patted the whiteboard full of writing helplessly, threw away the marker pen in her hand, and looked at Jiang Chen with caring eyes.

"give up."

At this time, snowflakes fell outside the window.

"Is it snowing yet?" Sun Jiao looked out the window.

"Is it snowing at this time in previous years?" Jiang Chen, who was distracted from the topic, also looked out the window.

"November usually." Yao Yao whispered.

"It seems that this year's winter is earlier than usual." Sun Xiaorou sighed. (To be continued.)

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