Chapter 621 Eleven Years of War
The sun rises.
It was a miserable white, cold sun.
Marsh Lowell lifted the felt cloth and walked out of the plastic tent with a shaking rope.
Someone has changed his equipment and stood silently in the middle of the camp, as if he was stunned.
It was a bloated look that looked ridiculously—a one-piece made of radiation-proof gel-coated canvas, with car airbag material sewn at the joints, a breathing mask was transformed with a diving glasses and coffee filter paper, and a mixture of activated charcoal and medical cotton in the filter can.
No laughter, maybe it was because Marsh himself dressed up in this way.
The war has begun. It has been going on for many years.
I don't know how many forces and heroes who just remembered their names were beaten into pieces by new entrants in a blink of an eye. The big man who is still high today will become a ashes that he can't even recognize tomorrow.
The abuse of nuclear weapons, biological weapons, self-discipline hunting machinery, and those high-level psychics who are moody and have nothing in common with humans, have made the sky full of pale gray, the earth full of holes, leaving behind a painful poison.
"Head, everyone is all." A person who seemed to be bloating and came over and whispered, "It's okay at noon."
According to the rules summarized during this period, every round of over-visual artillery bombardment by the Eastern Republic against the Hogarth area is three hours apart. Especially recently, the interval has become increasingly long, and the Eastern Republic may not be willing to waste too much resources on the ruins of a city.
"Hogas"
If you stay in one place for long enough, will you consider it as your second home? Marsh didn't know the answer, but one thing could be confirmed that the memory of his hometown in his mind had gradually blurred, and Hogarth's broken walls and ruins covered with craters were deeply imprinted.
Then, he said, "Let's go."
Twelve old pickups, which are the foundation of this small wanderer tribe, and for today's scattered pickup, they drove two out in one breath.
Thanks to the unremitting bombing of various forces, there were no ten major trunk roads in this area before the war, broken and crushed, and bumpy. Fortunately, the two pickup trucks had undergone off-road transformation in advance, and the driving was barely smooth, and they drove all the way to the outskirts of Hogarth.
After leaving two people to guard the pickup truck, the rest of the scavenging team, including Marsh, began to shuttle through the city.
The collapsed buildings, rusty billboards with unseen words, and cracked barbed wires everywhere. The jungle of steel and concrete has a vigorous vitality that cannot be reached by biological organisms. Even after round of bombing, it still retains its general outline.
Carefully bypassing a charred and twisted skeleton, the scavenging team breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the destination in the distance, but then they held their breath again. The Geiger indicator hanging on the chest flashed with a scarlet light.
The sign was tilted, and the words "Hogarth Second Waste Recycling Station" could be vaguely seen through the thick accumulation of dust on the surface.
The business scope of normal waste recycling stations does not include radiation products, but they were not cared about so much during the war, let alone a semi-abused city like Hogarth. The coalition government, supported by a plural super-companies, has long since relaxed controls, and the government in this area has dumped some of the items of low recycling value, mixed with radioactive products.
Fortunately, the government has not been so crazy that it directly dumps nuclear waste. The radiation is still within the range of treatment. When going back to filter, clean and degrade, there is always a way to do it - in this period when bearings are more expensive than gold, a group of wanderers have no room for picking. "Hey, good luck." A wanderer lay down by the window that opened a big hole, staring at the front, his voice pressing down very low: "It seems that our family is the only one."
". It's too neat." Marsh also pressed his voice, and he looked carefully at the hills made of plastic, machinery and broken car skin: "According to the message on the channel, there should be many people here."
After years of his career as a wanderer, he forced people to develop good eyes. With just a few glances, Marsh saw a lot of good things. There was still half a piece of solar panel, a small battery with a swelling case, and a transparent biscuit box with green viscous liquid lying, and a bottle of antibiotics that had expired.
The online mutual aid community of wanderers in this area mentioned this. But the wanderers are all stingy people who want to punch two holes with one nail. Originally, they just wanted to try their luck and pick up some leftover goods, but they didn't expect there were really good items.
The living standards of local wanderers are so high? Nothing like this? "——Ao, another child has taken the hook."
With a frivolous whistle, the man in a military uniform was holding a telescope with thermal imaging function while tying his ears.
"Who will be here? Bill?"
"I'm not interested in your bad taste." On the other side, a thin figure squatted on the ground, tidying up the bullets: "But I'm interested in making money, 5,000 yuan, two."
"Then, I?"
"Okay, I'm worried that I have nothing to pass the time. The people stationed here are going to get moldy!"
The black painted exoskeleton armor came over, like a modern knight. But as soon as he took two steps, someone snatched him in front of him.
"Hey, don't rob me of it. Let you see how powerful my new thing is."
This is a light tactical suit, with a curly hair young man. He smiled, his pupils were shining with a faint blue light, and they were passed by an etching circuit. "It's amazing to have a charity eye?" The strong man in exoskeleton armor said unhappily, "Look at how many pieces of meat you have left on you! Don't replace the thing below with screws!"
"The more jealous you hear, the happier I will be." The young man said, "You can go and change it too. Those companies have given low-interest charity loans. Hey, if it weren't for war, would you want to take advantage of those company dogs?"
"Come on." The man with a buzz cutter at the beginning and shook the telescope in his hand: "The charity is very unstable, I don't want to suddenly become mentally ill one day. Also, take advantage? Humph, maybe those people will coax you as a guinea pig, but you foolishly put it on your door and use it as a test item for free."
"Mental illness will be better than one day when someone suddenly shot him." The young man disagreed: "First think about how to survive on the battlefield, don't make money but spend it, that is the real humor - or do you give me your wife's contact information in advance?"
The man with a buzzing head smiled: "Don't worry, I'll put a portion on your grave at that time."
Amid the happy bickering, the young man skillfully picked up the weapon against the wall. It was a streamlined structure with an exaggerated shape and nearly two meters long, and a sense of technology. Behind the barrel was an indigo electromagnetic acceleration coil group.
As outstanding mercenaries employed by the coalition government, they enjoy considerable resources and access rights. This heavy Gaussian sniper rifle "blue trigger" is one of the clear evidence that the weapon provided by the super trust company [Nanyu Heavy Industry] only cost one-third of the market price.
"Give it all, give it all-"
The man with a buzz cut changed his seat and gave up the window to the young man. Located on the twenty-story, this hotel suite, abandoned due to the war, was large enough to accommodate an entire mercenary group.
The young man placed the huge sniper rifle half a meter in front of the window, lay down, and slowly waited for the gun and prosthetic to complete the intelligent control link.
"Two?" He raised his tone: "Ha, thunder land, then you will lose!"
Actually known as "thunder land", the person who was tidying up the bullets and smashed his mouth: "What's the real skill of relying on prosthetic body? This is how it's like this! 30,000 yuan, one string of two! Do you dare to follow!"
"Do you think I'm afraid?" The young man snorted: "One string of two is one string of two!"
As he said that, the Yiyan and the gun scope successfully completed the intelligent control link, and the scene in front of him flashed and suddenly changed.
The projection of the retina suddenly turned into an extremely clear and rapidly enlarged waste recycling station, as if the gods looked down from the clouds. At the same time, near the quasi-center, data on wind speed, angle correction, temperature and humidity are washed down, changing in real time.
If the designer of the "Blue Trigger" knew that this killer weapon that was enough to destroy vehicles by individual soldiers was now used to play hunting games, I would probably sigh.
【Thermal imaging vision has been loaded】Click, like a camera switching.
Five orange-red blurred figures were suddenly picked out from the intricate city ruins, and they were fully visible.
[First ballistic auxiliary correction]
In the blink of an eye, dotted lines extended outward with the muzzle as the starting point, and disappeared rapidly until finally, the dotted lines were only left with the straightest one.
【Target Protection Analysis】
It's terrible.
I really don’t mean to mock it. Putting aside the ridiculous protective clothing that is like a doll suit, the armor worn by these people on the inner layer is also extremely simple, and there are even bulletproof vests rubbed by hands. The bulletproof insertion board is broken and folded. I wonder which garbage pile I picked it up. Can the bulletproof effect be one-tenth of it?
[Kill confirmation delay]
Four kilometers, 1.9 seconds, considering the barrier effect of buildings along the way, it is acceptable. If the opponent hits the head, the other party can still leave a decent corpse, but if it is a little biased, it is another ripe rotten watermelon.
The wanderers in the distance were unaware that the god of death was about to swing its sickle. They maintained a not-so-scattered formation, looked around carefully, and moved slowly. Two people walked in front and chose to lead the way for their companions behind them.
According to the behavioral analysis trend of step frequency, after 1:7 seconds, they will overlap into a straight line.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading! "Thirty thousand yuan." The young man raised his mouth and said, "You're done."
The trigger was pulled.
No earth-shaking explosion.
It was as if the world suddenly fell into slow motion interpretation, and a white trace of the air appeared in continuous extension until the first contact with the substance.
The surface of the first dilapidated building had a fine hole like rice grains, and the next moment, the hole began to spread and the radial cracks spread.
The exact same scene appeared on four buildings almost at the same time.
While falling in reality, there is no slow motion reality, only a very slight "ding".
The young man suddenly widened his eyes.
The ultra-high precision scope faithfully reveals the scene at this moment.
Right in front of those two mice! In theory, a figure appeared out of thin air on the unobstructed ballistic trajectory. The large-caliber depleted uranium bomb was held in the palm of his hand, as if he picked up a candy from the tray on the coffee table.
The black-haired figure stared at the bullet in the palm of his palm.
Then he raised his head and glanced over.
At this moment, the young man almost wanted to jump up. "What's wrong?" The man with a buzzing man keenly smelled the change of the atmosphere, and his playful smile instantly closed. He had subconsciously pressed his waist with one hand: "Boyce?"
"No. It didn't come out of thin air!" The young man shouted suddenly: "It's super high-speed maneuverability! He's here!"
"What--"
As soon as a word was squeezed out from the gap between teeth, the man with a buzzhead drew his gun and aimed at the window.
And the second word can no longer be spoken out.
Fire.
This thought was left in his mind.
That is faster than the sniper of the Gaussian sniper rifle with ten times the speed of sound! In the last moment, a little spark had just lit up, and in the next moment, it spanned four kilometers, and the surging flames almost occupied the entire field of vision! "What are you looking at?"
The red and golden flames suddenly retracted and a figure walked out.
Song Shi stepped on the muzzle of the sniper rifle, and the special high-strength barrel could not hold it for a second. The hot iron overflowed, eroding the dirty wooden floor with winding black marks.
"Forget it, I don't want to listen."
Song Shi took the second step and walked past the young man. The latter couldn't even spit out a syllable, and it turned into ashes in a bang.
Psychic. This kind of expressiveness is at least the [Dayuan] of the third ring!
Several brass-colored shells popped out of the casting window, and the man instinctively pulled the trigger. It is said that it can destroy a large spider robot at close range and emits a burning fire.
Song Shi's eyelids did not move, and [Scorched Earth] rose up in less than a thousandth of a second, just like fireworks that passed by in a flash at night. After a brief cluster of Mars, the steel-core warhead disappeared.
"Three seconds." The man with a buzzhead heard the other party say, "Give you a chance to leave your last words."
What.
The roar broke the thoughts, Ben roared and wielded the power axe and smashed it down.
——Put down at the ground of the suite!
With the blessing of exoskeleton armor and power axe, the load-bearing column of the cross-sea bridge can be easily broken. After this axe, this layer will collapse directly.
But that's it! Only by rushing into a chaotic environment can you have a chance of winning!
And all thoughts were submerged in the flames in the next moment.
Three minutes later, the only mercenary who was deliberately left to ask questions turned into ashes behind the young man. "The eleventh year of the Seven Earth War."
[Scorched Earth] from the fourth ring of spiritual energy has the effect of signal blocking. With a breath, everything in the hotel suite was burned and swept away. Song Shi walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.
"The Eastern Republic and the United Government are confronting here."
The rust-smelling wind swept up, and the sound of curtains were torn apart, and the scarred world came into view.
The burning smoke hovered over the city, collapsed and broken buildings, abandoned cars everywhere, with orange leaflets written by Hogarth's new tomorrow huddled in the cracks on the street, revealing a burnt corner.
The war has arrived.
(This chapter ends)