It was clearly Mid-Autumn Festival, and there was a hint of winter coolness in the air.
Badaling Checkpoint, more than 30 years ago, was a tourist attraction, and more than 30 years later, it has been transformed into a military outpost.
Taking this ancient city wall as the boundary, to the north is the wasteland, a world of alien species, and to the south is the ruins, and to the survivors.
In general, the survivors in Beijing are much luckier than Shanghai. Although they are also broken houses and tiles, many solid landmark buildings have survived.
These well-preserved buildings have become the base for post-war survivors and provide survivors with shelter to survive.
In addition, as the political center of pan-Asia cooperation, the war storage supplies here are ten times that of Shanghai.
The war storage here is not only food, clothing, medical supplies, but also raw materials and energy such as steel, rare earths, oil, helium 3, and even well-preserved industrial machine tools.
The industrial machine tools here are different from those hand-made machine tools in the sixth block and engineers DIYed it with 3D printers. The former is the crystallization of technology, while the latter two are just the wisdom of the working people.
This shows how great the early advantages are among the survivors in Beijing.
Before the establishment of NAC, there were about a hundred settlements of all sizes in Shanghai.
In Beijing, there are more than a thousand settlements, and there are hundreds of large survivor forces such as the Sixth Block and Liuding Town.
Never unified here, the survivors have formulated the rules here in their own way, such as determining that within the Third Ring Road is a safe area, and killing, robbery, and theft is prohibited. Violators will be wanted by all survivors' settlements.
For example, this outpost located in Badaling Scenic Area.
In order to prevent extreme mutant creatures with a sub-crystal index of more than 300 from migrating from the north, survivors in Beijing jointly invested and renovated the Badaling wall, and built artillery towers and machine gun bunkers. Each settlement was in turn assigned to station people, changing shifts every month.
Even in the harshest winter, this iron rule has not changed.
It's September.
It's Ah.
On the artillery tower, two soldiers stood at both ends, leaned against the walls, staring at the gray wasteland in the distance in a daze.
They had automatic rifles on their waists and magazines tied to them. Judging from their clothes, they should have come from different survivors' settlements.
Speaking of which...what is the number?
fifteen.
The one wearing a blue scarf seemed not to like to speak very much. Only the one next to him would say something concisely, and most of the time he would stand there stupidly, without moving, staring at the horizon in a daze.
Or dozing off...
Just fifteen days have passed?Oh shit.The unshaven man smacked his lips, spitted downstairs, and grinned, "Are you believe it or not, I will spit down in two months, and I will be frozen into hail before I land?"
……
The man wearing a blue scarf pulled the corners of his mouth and didn't say anything.
Just chatting all the time, time passed quickly.
The sky gradually darkened, and the distant horizon was covered with a layer of fog.
Under the north wind, the fog twisted its enchanting curves, gradually climbed across the wasteland, climbed onto the artillery tower, climbed over the concrete reinforced city wall...
It's getting foggy.He raised his head and looked at the sky gradually gathering, and said to himself, "I'm afraid the weather will change."
The fog gradually deepened, forming a solid wall on the distant horizon.
Suddenly, a black outline gradually emerged in the heavy fog.
The gap reached the abnormality in the fog. The scarf man frowned slightly, reached out to take off the telescope from his chest, and looked in the direction of the black shadow.
Have you seen anything?The stubble man also noticed something now, but when he touched his chest, he did not touch the telescope.
Only then did he remember that his telescope had landed in the barracks.
...The fog is too big to see clearly.Putting his eyes on the telescope, the scarf replied casually, reached out and pressed the walkie-talkie hanging on his shoulder, turned his face and whispered, "There is something outside."
receive.
Four or five soldiers, carrying rifles and yawning, came out of the barracks and walked towards the bunker.
At the same time, a drone flew out of the artillery tower and slowly flew towards the wasteland outside the city wall.
The telescope was thrown to the stubble man who was stretching his neck and staring at him. The scarf man squatted down, took out a shell of thighs from the wooden box, picked up a rag and wiped the dust on it, and then walked towards the infantry cannon that had already unfolded its support.
Come and help after you have seen enough.
Everyone has found the grass. Have you overreacted it?The stubble man smacked his lips, held the telescope and took a last look. He was about to put down the telescope and help, but at this moment, from behind the rolling fog, he vaguely saw a bright red badge.
A sickle?
A...hammer!?
The telescope fell to the ground, and fear climbed up his pupils from his calves. His lips trembled for a while before he squeezed out two words from his teeth fighting up and down.
Hold...grass?
The earth was trembling and the steel was roaring.
The torrent of steel rolled over the boundless wasteland, swept across the city walls, swept across the artillery towers, swept across the entire continent...
That's not fog!
That's the dust raised by the tracks!
When everyone in the military outpost saw the dark shadow clearly changed.
The stones in the corner of the wall were jumping uneasily, and even thousands of meters away, you could clearly feel the tremor of the earth.
CCC…P?The teeth were trembling up and down. The soldiers squatting in the bunker shook and stuffed the link into the machine gun magazine, while scolding in fear, "CCCP tank?"No, it is impossible. Didn’t the pre-war regimes get out of order?
Push all the infantry cannons up to me!quick!
idiot!Use AP to play!The one with red paint!
Discovering the abnormal movement outside the city wall, the entire military outpost started to move like a pot of boiling boiling water.
The soldiers rushed to the combat position with automatic rifles, and the infantry cannons on the artillery tower were pushed out.
These fortifications were originally prepared for alien species, and no one thought that one day they would be used to fight against polar bears driving tanks.
A trumpet stretched out from the artillery tower.
Listen to the person in front of you!No matter what you are here for, stop immediately!
The armor torrent went forward as always without any reaction.
The commander repeated it in Russian.
The response to them was still silence and the roar of tracks running through the ground.
The commander threw the horn to the ground hard, took off the walkie-talkie, and a trace of tragedy flashed across his face.
Call me!
boom!
Five cannons responded to his roar.
The infantry artillery shells were ejected and five orange-yellow bullet paths were drawn in the air.However, in front of the roaring armor torrent, it was as insignificant as a rootless toothpick.
Bang
The shells brushed through the front armor of the tank and plunged into the mud, leaving only a shallow dent on the steel plate.
Looking at the armored cluster outside the artillery tower, a hint of despair appeared on the face of the stubble man, and his hands had stopped.
Infant artillery that was invincible when facing alien species, it had no effect at this moment, and it was not even able to make the roaring steel monsters have even a slight pause.
The five-acre cannon sounds on the city wall seemed to ignite some kind of signal.
Above the charge of armor torrents, rows of cold gun barrels slowly raised and pointed in the direction of the gun tower.
Without any warning, the black muzzle suddenly flashed for a moment.
The explosion of air waves was blown into the air, and the stubble man caught a glimpse of the concrete wall collapsed backwards with his last glance...
Badaling Checkpoint, more than 30 years ago, was a tourist attraction, and more than 30 years later, it has been transformed into a military outpost.
Taking this ancient city wall as the boundary, to the north is the wasteland, a world of alien species, and to the south is the ruins, and to the survivors.
In general, the survivors in Beijing are much luckier than Shanghai. Although they are also broken houses and tiles, many solid landmark buildings have survived.
These well-preserved buildings have become the base for post-war survivors and provide survivors with shelter to survive.
In addition, as the political center of pan-Asia cooperation, the war storage supplies here are ten times that of Shanghai.
The war storage here is not only food, clothing, medical supplies, but also raw materials and energy such as steel, rare earths, oil, helium 3, and even well-preserved industrial machine tools.
The industrial machine tools here are different from those hand-made machine tools in the sixth block and engineers DIYed it with 3D printers. The former is the crystallization of technology, while the latter two are just the wisdom of the working people.
This shows how great the early advantages are among the survivors in Beijing.
Before the establishment of NAC, there were about a hundred settlements of all sizes in Shanghai.
In Beijing, there are more than a thousand settlements, and there are hundreds of large survivor forces such as the Sixth Block and Liuding Town.
Never unified here, the survivors have formulated the rules here in their own way, such as determining that within the Third Ring Road is a safe area, and killing, robbery, and theft is prohibited. Violators will be wanted by all survivors' settlements.
For example, this outpost located in Badaling Scenic Area.
In order to prevent extreme mutant creatures with a sub-crystal index of more than 300 from migrating from the north, survivors in Beijing jointly invested and renovated the Badaling wall, and built artillery towers and machine gun bunkers. Each settlement was in turn assigned to station people, changing shifts every month.
Even in the harshest winter, this iron rule has not changed.
It's September.
It's Ah.
On the artillery tower, two soldiers stood at both ends, leaned against the walls, staring at the gray wasteland in the distance in a daze.
They had automatic rifles on their waists and magazines tied to them. Judging from their clothes, they should have come from different survivors' settlements.
Speaking of which...what is the number?
fifteen.
The one wearing a blue scarf seemed not to like to speak very much. Only the one next to him would say something concisely, and most of the time he would stand there stupidly, without moving, staring at the horizon in a daze.
Or dozing off...
Just fifteen days have passed?Oh shit.The unshaven man smacked his lips, spitted downstairs, and grinned, "Are you believe it or not, I will spit down in two months, and I will be frozen into hail before I land?"
……
The man wearing a blue scarf pulled the corners of his mouth and didn't say anything.
Just chatting all the time, time passed quickly.
The sky gradually darkened, and the distant horizon was covered with a layer of fog.
Under the north wind, the fog twisted its enchanting curves, gradually climbed across the wasteland, climbed onto the artillery tower, climbed over the concrete reinforced city wall...
It's getting foggy.He raised his head and looked at the sky gradually gathering, and said to himself, "I'm afraid the weather will change."
The fog gradually deepened, forming a solid wall on the distant horizon.
Suddenly, a black outline gradually emerged in the heavy fog.
The gap reached the abnormality in the fog. The scarf man frowned slightly, reached out to take off the telescope from his chest, and looked in the direction of the black shadow.
Have you seen anything?The stubble man also noticed something now, but when he touched his chest, he did not touch the telescope.
Only then did he remember that his telescope had landed in the barracks.
...The fog is too big to see clearly.Putting his eyes on the telescope, the scarf replied casually, reached out and pressed the walkie-talkie hanging on his shoulder, turned his face and whispered, "There is something outside."
receive.
Four or five soldiers, carrying rifles and yawning, came out of the barracks and walked towards the bunker.
At the same time, a drone flew out of the artillery tower and slowly flew towards the wasteland outside the city wall.
The telescope was thrown to the stubble man who was stretching his neck and staring at him. The scarf man squatted down, took out a shell of thighs from the wooden box, picked up a rag and wiped the dust on it, and then walked towards the infantry cannon that had already unfolded its support.
Come and help after you have seen enough.
Everyone has found the grass. Have you overreacted it?The stubble man smacked his lips, held the telescope and took a last look. He was about to put down the telescope and help, but at this moment, from behind the rolling fog, he vaguely saw a bright red badge.
A sickle?
A...hammer!?
The telescope fell to the ground, and fear climbed up his pupils from his calves. His lips trembled for a while before he squeezed out two words from his teeth fighting up and down.
Hold...grass?
The earth was trembling and the steel was roaring.
The torrent of steel rolled over the boundless wasteland, swept across the city walls, swept across the artillery towers, swept across the entire continent...
That's not fog!
That's the dust raised by the tracks!
When everyone in the military outpost saw the dark shadow clearly changed.
The stones in the corner of the wall were jumping uneasily, and even thousands of meters away, you could clearly feel the tremor of the earth.
CCC…P?The teeth were trembling up and down. The soldiers squatting in the bunker shook and stuffed the link into the machine gun magazine, while scolding in fear, "CCCP tank?"No, it is impossible. Didn’t the pre-war regimes get out of order?
Push all the infantry cannons up to me!quick!
idiot!Use AP to play!The one with red paint!
Discovering the abnormal movement outside the city wall, the entire military outpost started to move like a pot of boiling boiling water.
The soldiers rushed to the combat position with automatic rifles, and the infantry cannons on the artillery tower were pushed out.
These fortifications were originally prepared for alien species, and no one thought that one day they would be used to fight against polar bears driving tanks.
A trumpet stretched out from the artillery tower.
Listen to the person in front of you!No matter what you are here for, stop immediately!
The armor torrent went forward as always without any reaction.
The commander repeated it in Russian.
The response to them was still silence and the roar of tracks running through the ground.
The commander threw the horn to the ground hard, took off the walkie-talkie, and a trace of tragedy flashed across his face.
Call me!
boom!
Five cannons responded to his roar.
The infantry artillery shells were ejected and five orange-yellow bullet paths were drawn in the air.However, in front of the roaring armor torrent, it was as insignificant as a rootless toothpick.
Bang
The shells brushed through the front armor of the tank and plunged into the mud, leaving only a shallow dent on the steel plate.
Looking at the armored cluster outside the artillery tower, a hint of despair appeared on the face of the stubble man, and his hands had stopped.
Infant artillery that was invincible when facing alien species, it had no effect at this moment, and it was not even able to make the roaring steel monsters have even a slight pause.
The five-acre cannon sounds on the city wall seemed to ignite some kind of signal.
Above the charge of armor torrents, rows of cold gun barrels slowly raised and pointed in the direction of the gun tower.
Without any warning, the black muzzle suddenly flashed for a moment.
The explosion of air waves was blown into the air, and the stubble man caught a glimpse of the concrete wall collapsed backwards with his last glance...
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