Outside the Zhongzhou Aerospace Ecological Experimental Base, snow-covered pine trees stretch from the edge of the base's wall to the abandoned town at the bottom of the gentle slope.
The buildings here are no more than three stories high, and most of them are one-story houses with garages and swimming pools. Occasionally, one or two unique houses can be seen, probably belonging to researchers at a nearby research base.
However, no matter who this place once belonged to, it is now completely abandoned.
Frozen vines have crawled into the house from the front yard, shrubs grow in the dusty garage, and the roots of vegetation have penetrated the concrete road and the courtyard wall. Lush trees fill the abandoned corners and even come out from the roofs of some wooden houses.
Occasionally, creaking sounds can be heard downstairs, either the gnawers have knocked something down, or mice...
The half-collapsed roof of the double-story villa.
Ye Shi, crawling in the snow, took a deep breath and gently turned the knob on the sniper scope with his index finger.
The pine forest on the gentle slope, the treetops just covered the outermost roof of the research base.
With his right eye on the sniper scope, he could only barely see the figures near the checkpoint through the gaps between the tree branches and the snow.
The looters were just ahead.
They were less than 500 meters away from him.
The looters' patrol team had searched the town once before, but they didn't search very carefully, so they didn't find the two people hiding on the roof.
"Can you see anyone?" Fang Chang, who was crawling next to the chimney and holding a monocular, squinted his left eye and said.
"It's visible, but it's a little difficult to shoot."
"At 10 o'clock, do you see the machine gun in the window on the third floor?"
"I can see his sandbags and tripod... his head is blocked by a tree branch, but it shouldn't be a problem to get through."
"Okay, he'll be yours in a while. Remember, wait for him to fire first, and shoot an inch above the gun flame."
"Got it."
His right eye moved away from the sniper scope, and Ye Shi took the time to look at the VM thrown on the back slope of the roof.
When the brightness is adjusted to the lowest, only a little light can be seen in the direction facing, so there is no need to worry about exposing the position.
Very useful.
After calculating the distance through the map, he stretched out his index finger and tapped the screen lightly, switching to the task bar.
[Time to start the battle: 31 minutes 21 seconds. ]
[Task: Arrive at the sniper point (completed), reward: war score +10]
[Task: Mark high-threat targets on the VM map (in progress) ]
[Mission: After the war begins, cover the squad attacking the east side (not started yet). ]
[Violation: If you open fire before receiving the order and expose your position, you will be deducted all battlefield points and be banned for 14 days. ]
[Violation: If you refuse to execute the order once, you will be deducted 50 battlefield points. If you warn twice, you will be deducted 100 points. The third time...]
There are quite a lot of tasks.
Ye Shi silently calculated in his mind that if he could complete all the branches, he could get a total of 270 silver coins and 430 contributions.
If he is lucky, he can get more than 400 silver coins by killing a few more barrels and machine gunners.
Isn't this more exciting than "Cheat V" and "Old Six Call"?
It would be more perfect if the shooting sound effect of hitting the target could be strengthened.
For example, the grip shakes when hitting the target.
"...Hold on, boss."
"When we save enough money, we'll buy you a godly outfit!"
Not far away, a group of players wearing light-colored hunting suits were advancing along the ruins on the edge of the town towards the experimental base.
The mud smeared on the bayonet hid the cold light on the white snow, but it couldn't cover up the murderous aura of the guns and flags.
The enemy's position is in front!
The eyes hidden in the dark night flashed with excitement, and the high fighting will weakened even the howling north wind.
A big war is about to start!
...
At the same time, at Brown Farm, more than 20 kilometers away, sentinels carrying iron pipe rifles were patrolling on the garbage wall.
Unlike the sparse figures in the past, the farm today is a bit extra lively.
A country-style mansion.
There were more than a dozen people sitting in the spacious living room, and everyone's face had a heavy expression, as if it was a dark cloud that could drip water.
There is an old radio on the round wooden table. The noisy sound of electricity and the host's glib accent are out of tune with the atmosphere in the living room, but they are also particularly appropriate.
"This is the Voice of Boulder City. I am Mr. House, your dearest radio host. I am here to bring you the latest situation in the northern suburbs."
"According to unreliable news, a predator force called the Bone Chewing Tribe is growing and developing in places we cannot see. This is definitely not alarmist. They are not weak, at least much stronger than those villains hiding in the ruins and dare not come out."
"Those predators not only absorbed the remnants of the Legion, but also took over some of their equipment. Now they are recruiting soldiers in the central part of the River Valley Province... It seems that they are planning to establish a country for predators."
"If they continue to go south, there is no doubt that none of the country bumpkins in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City will survive, and the militia will never waste a bullet for those who have not paid taxes. If you happen to be in the northern suburbs and don't want to watch your wife and daughter being abducted and sent to the ranch, the Voice of Boulder City Radio Station highly recommends the Far Wind Hotel to you!"
"That is the super five-star hotel specially opened by the generous Mr. Leston for the refugees. It is located on the edge of the outer wall of Boulder City. Although it is outside, it is also the territory of Boulder City in legal terms. The militia will not sit idly by and watch what happens there... You only need 1 chip to stay there for a whole day."
To the voice on the radio.
The people sitting at the round table only responded in silence.
For the citizens who live legally in Boulder City, 1 chip may be just an hour's salary or a bottle of beer diluted with water.
But for them, it takes 1 kilogram of food or more valuable garbage to exchange for it.
As if he had enough of this silent silence, a middle-aged man with a strong appearance and a hunter's hat slowly spoke.
"The Bone Chewing Tribe is growing stronger, we should unite! Morning Wind Community can send 20 hunters."
Seeing someone take the lead, the fat man sitting not far away breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat on his round head with a towel, and responded.
"We can offer nine..." Seeing everyone at the table looking at him, he quickly added, "I know this may be a little less, but this is all we have."
"Tsk tsk, listen, the fat Red Train Station actually has only nine men," the sturdy man with a burn scar on his face sneered and said sarcastically, "If all your men are dead, we can help you."
A trace of annoyance flashed across the fat man's face, but he was afraid that this guy was not a good guy, so he just narrowed his eyes dangerously and dared not say anything.
The Red Train Station has been receiving merchants from Honghe Town to Qingquan City for business all year round. Compared with the poor guy sitting here, he does have two more chips in his pocket.
However, in this ghost weather, this little chip can't bring him too much sense of security, and it's not even enough for the militia's plane to go on a business trip.
Staring at the ugly scarred man, the owner of the station thought sinisterly in his heart.
Wait!
When this winter is over, I will invite mercenaries to visit your house!
The atmosphere in the living room was a bit tense.
Mr. Brown, who was smoking, looked a bit annoyed.
Although he knew that these neighbors were probably not reliable, he didn't expect that at this critical moment, they were still arguing about whose family had two more people.
It's really hopeless!
At this time, a thin-faced man who had been silent from beginning to end sitting in the corner of the round table suddenly spoke.
"It's useless. We can't be the opponent of those people. Their number is like locusts...sweeping from the middle to the south."
Seeing that everyone, including Brown, was looking at him, the man paused for a moment and continued.
"I have a relative in Shibei Town, about 30 kilometers away from here. He fled to me a few days ago and said that hundreds of looters invaded their town. Those who resisted were either beaten to pieces or hanged at the door. The rest were either captured and made into laborers or tortured to the ground until they almost died."
"At that time, he hid in the ruins, watching the fire burning in front of his nose, pretending to be a corpse and not daring to move, but he was lucky enough to survive."
The atmosphere in the living room became more tense.
As if to ease the atmosphere, a slightly older survivor breathed a sigh of relief and muttered softly.
"Working as laborers... at least they were not eaten. It seems that these people are still civilized."
"I haven't finished yet... the old and the children were beheaded," the thin man moved his Adam's apple slightly, and continued with a numb expression, "They only want those who can work and have children."
The fire in the fireplace burned fiercely.
The bright firelight flickered in the living room, but the air was terribly cold.
"Enough!"
Mr. Brown slapped the table, and the ash fell from the corner of his mouth and fell next to his boots.
He took off the half-smoked cigarette butt and pressed it into the ashtray. He looked at everyone present with a gloomy expression and continued to speak slowly.
"This is our home. We have lived here for generations. Run? Where can we run to? We have no way to retreat. The only way is to fight to the death."
"It's just that you have no way to retreat, after all, you have such a big farm."
The scarred man who had ridiculed the owner of the post station before pointed out his beautiful words and said aggressively.
Mr. Brown's face froze, his face turned liver-colored, and he stared at the man and said.
"What do you mean I have no way out? I can take my chips to Boulder City. There, my life will be a hundred times more comfortable than now. Do you want me to do that?"
"Go to Boulder City? Like the mayor of Beth Street?" The scarred man narrowed his eyes and sneered, "I heard that he has not been doing well in the past two months... Don't you have an alliance with him? Why didn't you help him when they were beaten up by the blue coats?"
Brown's face was gloomy.
At this time, someone suddenly spoke up.
"Why don't we go to those blue coats for help? They even solved the Blood Hand Clan and had a fight with the Legion before. Maybe they can deal with those plunderers..."
Before Brown could speak, someone next to him immediately said in a mocking tone.
"Those blue coats? They have no obligation to help us. When it comes to life and death, they will hide in their rat holes, close the door, and hide for decades without fighting. Didn't they do this two centuries ago? I've heard of it."
The owner of the post station said nervously.
"Then ask Boulder City to help..."
The man with the hunter hat shook his head.
"We have no money."
"Then give us food!"
Seeing a pair of eyes looking at him, Brown responded to the unrealistic desires in the eyes of these poor people with anger.
"Food? Where is there food now? There are only seeds for next spring in the warehouse. We can't eat grass for a whole year."
"Then what do you say? This is not okay, that is not okay, are you going to quarrel here?"
"I have no objection to fleeing. Anyway, life is about to get unbearable. I'm interested in finding a place to grow crops in the south before next spring."
"Let's vote by raising our hands. Those who agree to flee, raise your hands."
At this time, there was a knock on the door, interrupting the chaotic quarrel in the living room.
Brown, who was about to explode, restrained his anger and took a deep breath.
"Come in."
The man who came was Liu Zhengyue, the head of his security.
After shaking off the snow in front of the door, Liu Zhengyue walked into the warm house.
"Sir, our neighbor sent you a letter..."
Brown looked at him and asked.
"What's in the letter?"
Liu Zhengyue glanced at the people at the table, then at Mr. Brown, and whispered.
"Sir, do you want to read it here?"
Brown's face flashed a trace of impatience, but perhaps he felt that it was indeed inappropriate for so many people to listen, so he still patiently waved his hand and motioned him to hand over the letter.
Took the letter.
The envelope was opened.
Pulling out the letter, Brown glanced at it, a hint of surprise appeared on his face, but it was soon replaced by suspicion and solemnity.
The middle-aged man wearing a hunter's hat looked at him and asked.
"What's written in the letter?"
"It's an invitation from a neighbor, nothing, it has nothing to do with you..." Mr. Brown replied casually, and at the same time carefully folded the letter and put it in his pocket.
The people sitting at the wooden table looked at each other, exchanging distrustful glances.
Of course they would not believe the nonsense said by this old fox, but this is his territory. If he doesn't intend to say it, they have no way to force him.
"Okay, let's all go. We have discussed this point since dinner time. If you still plan to continue arguing, please change places, not here... It's annoying to watch."
The host here has already issued an order to expel the guests. Although the guests in the living room are dissatisfied with his attitude, it is not good to continue to entangle here. They all got up and left here with unhappy faces.
It was snowing heavily outside the house.
However, it was not colder than inside the house.
The group walked out of the farm.
The thin man rubbed his shoulders with his hands, glanced at the other people around him, and said in a low voice.
"I still say that we can't be the opponent of the Bone Chewing Tribe... We only have one choice, which is to flee. Other survivors in the central part of the River Valley Province have done the same."
The older survivor asked.
"Where did they go?"
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and after exchanging glances, someone who knew the situation spoke up.
"I heard that some refugees... seemed to have gone to Changjiu Farm, which is a little north of us?"
"A little north? Changjiu Farm?"
"Well, that farm seems to be the territory of those blue coats. They helped the enterprise deal with the legion, and the people of the enterprise helped them build a city in the wilderness... That's what I heard."
Looking at the heavy snow in the sky, the man with a hunter's hat suddenly spoke.
"I plan to go to the north, to the park of those blue coats."
The owner of the post station looked at him in surprise.
"Now? It's dark..."
Although there are not many alien species that go out to forage in winter, when will they return if they go north now?
Although they are all survivors of the northern suburbs, they have not had much contact with those blue coats. They can't just ask them to take them in for a night as soon as they meet.
"It's not scary when it's dark, but it's scary that it won't be bright again."
The man with the hunter's hat moved his Adam's apple and continued. "If we don't want to become refugees, this may be our last hope."
...
The mansion in the farm.
After seeing off the guests, Brown turned to the cloakroom, took out his favorite coat and put it on, and carefully adjusted the collar.
But soon, he seemed to think of something, and he came to his senses and stuffed the coat back, took out a coat that didn't look so new and put it on.
At this time, his wife came from the side, put her hand on his shoulder, and said in a soft voice.
"It's so late, are you still going out of the hospital?"
Brown replied perfunctorily.
"Our neighbors invited me to see a movie, I can only go once, at least to let them know that we have no more money to make."
The lady asked.
"Can't I not go?"
Brown paused with his fingers on the collar of his coat, and was silent for a while, rarely restraining his bad temper.
"I don't know."
"But I think... it would be better to go than not to go."
...
Zhongzhou Aerospace Ecological Experimental Base.
At the foot of the gentle slope, beside the highway on the north side.
Two predators wearing fur coats threw the dead branches they picked up into the burning iron barrel and kept warm around the fire.
Looking at the stars floating on the fire, the predator with a trench stick hanging on his waist couldn't help cursing.
"This damn weather... standing sentry outside is simply a matter of life and death."
The looters next to him heard this and unconsciously glanced at the sentry post on the slope.
"Shh, don't let the captain hear you."
"What's the harm in talking? He is only allowed to sleep with the girl in the bed, and I am not allowed to complain here?"
Thinking of the woman he met at the last survivor gathering point, he unconsciously licked his lips that were cracked by the wind.
Her breasts were really big.
He still remembered the expression that fell from pain to despair.
Unfortunately, it was all because the leader played too much, and the man didn't hold on in the end. Before he died, his throat was hoarse.
"Why do I feel that the weather is getting colder and colder..."
"I'll go pick up two more firewood."
As he said this, the looters tightened the ripper rifle on his back, stepped on the snow that covered his calves, and walked into the woods nearby.
There was no light around.
But it didn't matter.
There were many dead branches lying on the snow, so he leaned down and touched the ground casually.
The cold touch on his palm made him stunned for a moment.
Huh?
Why is it hard?
Two guns stretched out from the darkness, pointing straight at his forehead.
And what he was holding in his hand at this moment was not firewood at all, but a bayonet covered with mud and leaking cold light.
His face gradually turned as white as snow when he met the eyes of the man lying in the snow.
The player who was stared at was also confused.
He was lying in the snow pile well, but who would have thought that there were so many branches next to this idiot, but he didn't pick them up, but grabbed the muzzle of his gun.
'Fuck, what should I do? '
The edge paddler communicated with the teammates next to him with his eyes.
The debt-eye was also confused.
'Or... you wait for him to fire the first shot? '
At this time, a shout came from the fire beside the highway.
"Xiu, what are you dawdling about?"
"I, I..."
The controlled predator's lips trembled and he couldn't speak.
Upon hearing this trembling voice, the predator behind him immediately realized that something was wrong. He immediately raised his rifle, half-crouched and pulled the bolt, and shouted towards the woods.
"Who's there!"
Seeing this scene through the drone, Chu Guang knew that the people in the woods would definitely not be able to hide.
However, it doesn't matter.
It was the feint attack group that was discovered, although it was a few minutes in advance, it didn't affect it.
It's time to test the micro-control!
Chu Guang stretched out his index finger and drew a virtual stroke in the air, and the pre-compiled task suspended in the tactical eyepiece window was immediately issued.
[Battle countdown: 0s]
[Task: Free fire! (Release to: All teams of Group A)]
[Task: Bombard the target area! (Published to: Support Group)]
"Hit me hard!"-