The wind and frost are like a knife, cutting the frozen soil.
It was clearly mid-autumn season, but there was a layer of white frost on the bricks, tiles, soil and gravel.
The boots stomped over the rubble among the broken walls and made a creaking sound.
The cold muzzle was searching through every shadow of the ruins, and did it sound or two of a cold gunshots?
Black cotton gloves have fumbled through the blood-stained corpse, not letting go of even a spoil.
Even a broken cold-proof clothing that was blown out, they would pull out the uncharred cotton core and temperature control chips and take them to a nearby supply truck.
As for the stripped corpses, they were randomly piled up on the open space, allowing hungry scavengers such as mutant cockroaches and rats to eat, and even cremation was spared.
Cremation requires fuel, and winter is about to begin. They don’t want to waste any fuel, let alone waste it on dead people.
Five hundred meters away from the Badaling military outpost, hundreds of tanks of different models were quietly parked in the open space, surrounded by dozens of semi-track base vehicles as big as old-fashioned train cars.
The tires as big as a millstone sink into the soil, and the four-unit tracks support the entire carriage.
Soldiers wearing mechanical exoskeletons were patrolling the camp with rifles.
Even the alien species, as strong as dead claws, smelled the smell of death from the neat queue, lingering on the edge of the shadow and rubbing its fangs, but did not dare to get closer.
These Russians never set up camp.
The base car surrounded by tanks is their barracks, warehouses and even factories. Putting down the brackets on the chassis, workers can swing hammers and files to work.
They were once the CCCP border guards stationed in the easternmost frozen soil of Siberia, fighting across the sea from the Americans in Alaska.
They inherited the Soviet legacy, ended their mission in the tenth year after the war, and began to migrate south.
They lost their organization like nomads from centuries ago, and the city is their forage.
From the wastelands in the far east of Siberia, heading south to the land of Pan-Asian cooperation.
Just like locusts passing through the border, it tramples the fire of civilization into ashes, and chews the ruins of the city into bones that are completely broken...
In order to survive, they have already pointed their survival skills to the limit.
No one knows the essence of scavenging better than them. Even the most experienced scavengers in Shanghai will feel deeply desperate if they go to the city that has been visited by these Russians.
And now, they finally survived the cold wasteland and arrived at the legendary rich land...
Compared to Uerlian, the weather here is as gentle as spring.
Sitting on the chair, the bearded man looked out the window, grinning with his mouth open, and the wrinkles on his face were mixed together.
If he was given a pair of eye masks and a captain's hat, he would look like a pirate in the old era.
On the table in front of him was half a bottle of vodka, and the galvanized sickle and hammer on the bottle had been worn away, leaving only a bare surface.
He has been drinking this bottle of wine for almost half a year. He usually keeps it in a box. He will only take it out when he is in a good mood, unscrew the cork and take a drink or two, and reminisce about that beautiful era.
Obviously, he is in a good mood now.
And it's quite good.
Just as he looked out the window and was in a daze, the door of the base car pushed open.
A boot stepped into the house, and the middle-aged man wearing a CCCP military coat walked in, stood in front of him, and saluted cleanly.
Supply statistics are completed.
What is the harvest?Yegor asked lazily.
Very fruitful!There are more than fifty boxes of nutritional mixtures above grade C, enough for us to use for half a month.Sminov answered attentively.
Should it be said to be a legendary rich place?With his eyebrows slightly raised, Yegor smiled cruelly, the wrinkles on his face became more and more ferocious. The harvest of a military outpost was almost at the settlement of survivors on the Siberian wasteland.
He smiled happily, although to others, his smile was so hideous.
Also, we found this in their commander’s personal belongings.As he said that, Sminov took out a box of aluminum cans from his waist and handed them to the commander.
The smile on Yegor's face froze.
Instead, it is shock, it is incredible, it is ecstasy.
He grabbed the can on the table, grabbed the dagger placed on the table, and cut a hole in the can.
The oily gravy immediately oozed out of the knife. In less than ten seconds, the whole room was filled with the fragrance of braised beef.
Sminov swallowed, moved his eyes away, trying not to look at the can.
He pinched the knife and wiped it on his mouth, feeling the fragrance spread along the taste buds, Yegor smashed his mouth, trying to let the delicious food stay on the tip of his tongue for a while.
At this moment, he was almost about to shed tears of excitement.
Suddenly, Yegor woke up.
He glanced at Sminov first, and saw that he didn't look at him. Then he pressed the crack on the can with his thumb and turned the can to the back.
I saw rows of tiny words at the bottom of the can.
Fish bone brand canned beef
Ingredients: beef, salt, MSG, spices...
Production date: 2192
It was indeed produced after the war!
Yegor only felt his heart beating, just like a beautiful woman stripped naked toes standing in front of him, tempting him to move forward.
Canned beef!
He can't remember when the last time he ate meat with big stutters.
Ten years ago?Fifteen years ago?
However, what made him excitedly couldn't help but yelling out was that he was afraid that others would not know where he was, and he was still adding a line of words after the birth date.
Origin: Shanghai No. 6th District Food Processing Factory
Putting the canned beef aside, Yegor stared at Sminov.
How many cans are there in this kind of canned food?
Sminov lowered his head tremblingly and replied attentively.
That's all.However, in the private luggage of other soldiers, we also found some compressed biscuits, instant noodles and the like...
Are they all fish bone brands?
It was... Sminov nodded and replied.
good!Yegor inserted the knife into the aluminum alloy table, stood up suddenly, laughing, What a fish bone!God really blesses our East and West Siberian border guards!Sure enough, heaven is in the south!
After saying that, Yegor glared at Sminov and ordered.
I passed my order and the entire army set off and advanced twenty kilometers southeastward.In addition, let the 13th Tank Company set off, and now I will go to the city to try the abilities of the survivors in Beijing!If there are all fat sheep in the city, then we will push it directly!
yes!Sminov stood attentively and turned away.
After we captured Beijing, we headed south and went to Shanghai to see it!Look at how many fat cows they have and how many acres of fertile land they have!
Looking at the canned beef on the table, Yegor laughed wildly.
All resistance will turn into powder under the tracks of the tank!
No one can stop his torrent of steel!
Anyone!Any organization!
After sucking his thumb with gravy, Yegor looked into the distance with a thrill.
It was clearly mid-autumn season, but there was a layer of white frost on the bricks, tiles, soil and gravel.
The boots stomped over the rubble among the broken walls and made a creaking sound.
The cold muzzle was searching through every shadow of the ruins, and did it sound or two of a cold gunshots?
Black cotton gloves have fumbled through the blood-stained corpse, not letting go of even a spoil.
Even a broken cold-proof clothing that was blown out, they would pull out the uncharred cotton core and temperature control chips and take them to a nearby supply truck.
As for the stripped corpses, they were randomly piled up on the open space, allowing hungry scavengers such as mutant cockroaches and rats to eat, and even cremation was spared.
Cremation requires fuel, and winter is about to begin. They don’t want to waste any fuel, let alone waste it on dead people.
Five hundred meters away from the Badaling military outpost, hundreds of tanks of different models were quietly parked in the open space, surrounded by dozens of semi-track base vehicles as big as old-fashioned train cars.
The tires as big as a millstone sink into the soil, and the four-unit tracks support the entire carriage.
Soldiers wearing mechanical exoskeletons were patrolling the camp with rifles.
Even the alien species, as strong as dead claws, smelled the smell of death from the neat queue, lingering on the edge of the shadow and rubbing its fangs, but did not dare to get closer.
These Russians never set up camp.
The base car surrounded by tanks is their barracks, warehouses and even factories. Putting down the brackets on the chassis, workers can swing hammers and files to work.
They were once the CCCP border guards stationed in the easternmost frozen soil of Siberia, fighting across the sea from the Americans in Alaska.
They inherited the Soviet legacy, ended their mission in the tenth year after the war, and began to migrate south.
They lost their organization like nomads from centuries ago, and the city is their forage.
From the wastelands in the far east of Siberia, heading south to the land of Pan-Asian cooperation.
Just like locusts passing through the border, it tramples the fire of civilization into ashes, and chews the ruins of the city into bones that are completely broken...
In order to survive, they have already pointed their survival skills to the limit.
No one knows the essence of scavenging better than them. Even the most experienced scavengers in Shanghai will feel deeply desperate if they go to the city that has been visited by these Russians.
And now, they finally survived the cold wasteland and arrived at the legendary rich land...
Compared to Uerlian, the weather here is as gentle as spring.
Sitting on the chair, the bearded man looked out the window, grinning with his mouth open, and the wrinkles on his face were mixed together.
If he was given a pair of eye masks and a captain's hat, he would look like a pirate in the old era.
On the table in front of him was half a bottle of vodka, and the galvanized sickle and hammer on the bottle had been worn away, leaving only a bare surface.
He has been drinking this bottle of wine for almost half a year. He usually keeps it in a box. He will only take it out when he is in a good mood, unscrew the cork and take a drink or two, and reminisce about that beautiful era.
Obviously, he is in a good mood now.
And it's quite good.
Just as he looked out the window and was in a daze, the door of the base car pushed open.
A boot stepped into the house, and the middle-aged man wearing a CCCP military coat walked in, stood in front of him, and saluted cleanly.
Supply statistics are completed.
What is the harvest?Yegor asked lazily.
Very fruitful!There are more than fifty boxes of nutritional mixtures above grade C, enough for us to use for half a month.Sminov answered attentively.
Should it be said to be a legendary rich place?With his eyebrows slightly raised, Yegor smiled cruelly, the wrinkles on his face became more and more ferocious. The harvest of a military outpost was almost at the settlement of survivors on the Siberian wasteland.
He smiled happily, although to others, his smile was so hideous.
Also, we found this in their commander’s personal belongings.As he said that, Sminov took out a box of aluminum cans from his waist and handed them to the commander.
The smile on Yegor's face froze.
Instead, it is shock, it is incredible, it is ecstasy.
He grabbed the can on the table, grabbed the dagger placed on the table, and cut a hole in the can.
The oily gravy immediately oozed out of the knife. In less than ten seconds, the whole room was filled with the fragrance of braised beef.
Sminov swallowed, moved his eyes away, trying not to look at the can.
He pinched the knife and wiped it on his mouth, feeling the fragrance spread along the taste buds, Yegor smashed his mouth, trying to let the delicious food stay on the tip of his tongue for a while.
At this moment, he was almost about to shed tears of excitement.
Suddenly, Yegor woke up.
He glanced at Sminov first, and saw that he didn't look at him. Then he pressed the crack on the can with his thumb and turned the can to the back.
I saw rows of tiny words at the bottom of the can.
Fish bone brand canned beef
Ingredients: beef, salt, MSG, spices...
Production date: 2192
It was indeed produced after the war!
Yegor only felt his heart beating, just like a beautiful woman stripped naked toes standing in front of him, tempting him to move forward.
Canned beef!
He can't remember when the last time he ate meat with big stutters.
Ten years ago?Fifteen years ago?
However, what made him excitedly couldn't help but yelling out was that he was afraid that others would not know where he was, and he was still adding a line of words after the birth date.
Origin: Shanghai No. 6th District Food Processing Factory
Putting the canned beef aside, Yegor stared at Sminov.
How many cans are there in this kind of canned food?
Sminov lowered his head tremblingly and replied attentively.
That's all.However, in the private luggage of other soldiers, we also found some compressed biscuits, instant noodles and the like...
Are they all fish bone brands?
It was... Sminov nodded and replied.
good!Yegor inserted the knife into the aluminum alloy table, stood up suddenly, laughing, What a fish bone!God really blesses our East and West Siberian border guards!Sure enough, heaven is in the south!
After saying that, Yegor glared at Sminov and ordered.
I passed my order and the entire army set off and advanced twenty kilometers southeastward.In addition, let the 13th Tank Company set off, and now I will go to the city to try the abilities of the survivors in Beijing!If there are all fat sheep in the city, then we will push it directly!
yes!Sminov stood attentively and turned away.
After we captured Beijing, we headed south and went to Shanghai to see it!Look at how many fat cows they have and how many acres of fertile land they have!
Looking at the canned beef on the table, Yegor laughed wildly.
All resistance will turn into powder under the tracks of the tank!
No one can stop his torrent of steel!
Anyone!Any organization!
After sucking his thumb with gravy, Yegor looked into the distance with a thrill.
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