Chapter 909 First Contact

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A cold wind blew through the streets, ravaging decaying walls and broken shop windows. The apocalyptic snow was like a solid fog, covering the city in oppressive gray.

This is Wushi.

If it was this time in previous years, it would never be so cold, but this year is a bit special.

On the street, there were only zombies in twos and threes, standing like ice sculptures because their muscles and corpse oil were frozen. It is unimaginable that they, who have been frozen into this appearance, can still hunt living people vigorously in the beginning of spring.

Facing such zombies, generally no one would pay attention to them. The x1 bacteria on the back of the neck cannot accumulate energy through photosynthesis, even if they cut the skulls of these zombies, they would not be able to get half a subgrain. Only hungry mutated rats would bite these living dead, and their stomachs didn't need to worry about indigestion.

In the whole street, apart from the dead silence, it was still dead...

Leaning against the observation hole of the sentry tower, Hu Cheng tightened the rifle in his hand, and looked at the empty ice surface through the bulletproof glass of the observation hole. The howling wind and snow made him doubt whether his work was meaningful.

With such heavy snow, will people from the Union Region really come?

This sentry tower was built on the roof next to the bell tower not far from the river, and the outside is made of camouflage wood, which looks like a dilapidated shack from a distance. Behind the wood is a genuine concrete bunker, which can block the heat source and life signals in the bunker, and can also resist direct fire from tank shells.

Hiding in such a bunker, if it is not walked into, it is basically impossible to find out that this is an outpost.

Facing the unchanging scene, Hu Cheng yawned and put the rifle by the window.

At this moment, a pitch-black figure gradually walked into the snowy street.

Hu Cheng raised the muzzle of the gun reflexively, but soon he put the muzzle down again. Instead, he took two steps forward joyfully, lowered the ladder for the person who was walking towards him, and put him up.

With a thud, the movable door was opened, and ice slag was falling on the heavy winter clothes. The middle-aged man's face was waxy red from the cold. Hat, said cursingly.

"...Damn it, don't point that thing at me next time. If something goes wrong, just wait for those brainless zombies outside to bring you food."

"hey-hey,

Isn't this routine for me? "Hu Cheng couldn't wait to lift the lid of the lunch box. Looking at the steaming braised pork and white rice, he couldn't help but move his index finger. Before he could take off his gloves, he grabbed the chopsticks and pulled them into his mouth carelessly.

"Fucking routine, do you really think those barbarians in the northwest will come here to make a fuss when they're full?" Putting the ammunition bag on the ground, Deng Wenjie glanced sideways at his comrades, pulled a chair and sat down, He took out a bottle of wine from his pocket, unscrewed the cap and carefully took a sip.

"Hey, those savages won't run this way if they're full..." Hu Cheng's eyes were glued to the wine bottle in his comrade's hands when he smelled the smell of wine, he rubbed his hands and laughed, " This one, Old Deng, look..."

"Don't talk about it," Deng Wenjie waved his hand and stuffed the wine bottle back into his pocket, "You stand guard and drink a fart of wine."

"Tch, aren't you also on duty?"

"I need it for work." Deng Wenjie glared, and protected the wine bottle in his pocket, "How about we change jobs? You go outside for a while?"

"Depend on!"

Hu Cheng pointed the middle finger at the stinky guy, scolded a few words in his heart for being too shameless, and finally gave up his plan to ask for a couple of drinks.

After finishing the lunch in front of him in threes and fives, Hu Cheng raised his sleeve and wiped his greasy mouth, stood up from the stool, and raised the rifle leaning against the table.

Standing next to the observation hole, Deng Wenjie frowned and looked in the direction of the ice.

"What are you looking at, don't you go to deliver supplies to the next outpost?" Hiccupping and walking to the side of his comrade, Hu Cheng raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder.

"What is that on the ice?" Deng Wenjie pointed to the Han River not far away, frowning.

"Ice surface?" Hu Cheng was stunned for a moment, took out a telescope from his pocket, stuck it on the windshield and looked out.

Seeing that it didn't matter, he was so frightened that he pushed Deng Wenjie's head from the window.

"What the hell are you doing—"

His head was pressed, and Deng Wenjie was about to scold, but he met the staring eyes of his comrades in shock.

"It's the sleigh from the Commonwealth! Those barbarians...they, they're really here!"

...

On the ice, dozens of sleigh cars were speeding, and in just a few seconds, they broke through the warning line set up by NAC in Wushi.

A terrifying caliber heavy machine gun was mounted on the front of the car, and soldiers wearing arctic camouflage drove a sled in two groups, forming the vanguard of the pathfinder. There are groups of snow transport vehicles hanging far behind. These light armored bottoms are refitted with wide and heavy load-bearing wheels, and they can gallop and come and go like the wind on the ice that is more than one meter thick.

Just as they drove straight in, a burst of fire suddenly burst out from a building on the shore.

The columnar projectile drew a trail of crushing snow flakes in the air, and suddenly hit the ice surface nearly one meter thick.

"boom--!"

The ice surface shattered without any suspense, and spider web-like cracks spread out instantly, and the huge pothole directly swallowed the sleigh that could no longer stop. However, NAC's sudden attack did not make these vanguard troops panic. I saw them spread out in an orderly manner, still maintaining the momentum of rushing forward, and directly broke through the firing range of the electromagnetic gun.

The transport convoy immediately behind the sleigh car formation slowed down, turned and drove towards the streets on both sides of the Han River. At the same time, soldiers in arctic camouflage jumped out of the car and ran into the street with their rifles in hand. Judging from their swift movements, this quick-response snow troop is obviously also equipped with enhanced weapons such as mechanical exoskeletons.

However, the people in NAC are not vegetarians either. Just as they dispersed, a series of screams covered the roar of the blizzard, dense barrages covered the ice, snow dust and ice debris immediately covered the river surface, and the impact of the explosion This layer of ice over one meter is almost torn apart!

The dense barrage obviously caught the people in the Union Command area by surprise, and those who escaped the shelling hadn't caught their breath before the screams piercing through the air covered them again.

The impact point this time was the streets on both sides of the Han River, and the targets were the transport vehicles and soldiers who jumped ashore from the river.

On the roof of the building not far away, Wang Zhaowu held up his binoculars, overlooking the battle situation five kilometers away, his brows were slightly frowned.

Although the situation of the battle was one-sided, what is surprising is that in this first contact, NAC, which was covered by artillery, failed to take advantage.

The soldiers of the second echelon deployed on the river broke the ice with explosives and blocked the sleigh car formation that was racing all the way. The two sides started a fierce exchange of fire under the cross-river bridge, and the tracer bullets almost woven a net in the air.

In half an hour, the leading troops were completely wiped out, and the soldiers in the Union Command area began to retreat.

Wang Zhaowu ordered to stop the pursuit and consolidate the defense line on the spot, and the battle ended.

Putting down the binoculars, he couldn't relax.

The size of this troop is only 500 people, except for the dozens of sleigh cars, there is no sign of heavy vehicles at all. According to the intelligence from the rear, this time his opponent was the First Army of the United Command Area, with a scale of more than 10,000 people and countless armored units.

First Contact ended with a victory for Nac, but the real war was just beginning.

He had a hunch that this was bound to be a tough battle. (To be continued.)

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