Chapter 867 (1/2)

The wind and frost is as sharp as a knife, with broken snow and ice flowers. The snow in the sky, such as cotton wadding, brushed the faces numb with cold, and pressed the bags behind them bit by bit. The last 50 kilometers to the Hanzhong outpost, there was no time for them to rest until they arrived.

The sentinels in cold suits walked beside the line, scanning the vast white wilderness with vigilant eyes and muzzle. The gunner sitting on the top of the armored vehicle, with white fog, leaned against the machine gun to pass the time.

They are an army, belonging to the union of the north.

Standing behind them were the leaders of the northern United zone, and the last group to move from Lanzhou to Hanzhong.

Different from Wanghai City, winter here takes more than a month in the morning. Not only because of latitude, but also because of the cloud of radiation in the sky. Radioactive dust is piled up like quilts, but their function is not to keep warm, but to reflect sunlight back into space.

This year is unusual. Even for the northwest, the winter is much earlier than usual.

However, for the waste soil, the anomaly itself is a kind of normal.

People may feel desperate, but it's not surprising.

After harvesting the last batch of mutant fruits, these leaders had to brave the heavy snow and set foot on the journey to Hanzhong. Maybe a lot of people will die here, but if you don't go, more people will die.

Different from Wanghai City, there are not many kinds of zombies here, but there are all kinds of powerful and cunning species. And even in winter, they will not sleep hungry, but lurking in the dark corner, quietly waiting for the feast of blood.

For example, mutated jackals come like a gust of wind, their claws are faster than bullets, and they often leave only a ground of corpses and broken bones. Once a single migration team met them. Although everyone had guns in their hands, none of them survived.

These fast and strong creatures, even if they are encountered by the regular army, will be quite a headache.

In order to reduce the casualties of survivors, the commander of the joint zone ordered the valuable nuclear fusion core and shells to be taken out and armored forces were used to escort the migrating migrants.

Although they inherited the armed forces of the pre war regime, unfortunately, the lack of resources made it difficult for them to resume industrial production. They could only alleviate the supply pressure of hundreds of thousands of troops through resource recovery and small workshop production mode.

The situation they are facing is even worse than the sixth block three years ago. After all, NATO's Marines have never set foot in the northwest of Huaxia District, where there is almost no battlefield and there are not many resources worthy of recycling.

Every bullet from a heavy machine gun is precious to them.

An assault vehicle, painted in snow camouflage, came from the back of the line. When the assault vehicle passed by, although the soldiers did not stop, they raised their hands and saluted their leaders with PAC salutes.

In the back of the assault vehicle, a man with a cold look looked at the map without saying a word.

His name is Wei Bian. After Jiang Beihai, he served as commander of the United area. His status is similar to that of NAC marshal. Sitting next to him was his assistant, deputy commander of the United Nations region, Luo Xugang. This is the last group to go to Hanzhong and the last group of survivors to move from Lanzhou.

When they left, the city was left with ruins and wild animals roaming the streets. Maybe a few hundred years later, the Ivy will drill through the cracks in the concrete pavement and sprout on the dead wood. Naturally, it will erase the evidence of human existence in its own way, and color the earth with its original color

barbarism and disorder.

”This year's snow is earlier than usual.” Luo Xugang, sitting in the co driver's seat, sighed and shook the end of his cigarette which was about to burn out.

”Yes.” Wei Bian said lightly.

”I'm so cold.” Glancing at the commander with the remaining light, Luo Xugang burned out the last trace of nicotine on the butt and put the cigarette end out in the ashtray.

”Do you want me to turn up the air conditioner”

”no, I have to be cold in another sense.” Luo Xu just waved his hand, and a cigarette came out of his pocket with his rough fingers and held it in his mouth.

”You're overdrawn on your health.”

Like hearing something funny, Luo Xugang suddenly laughed and vomited a cigarette ring, ”to his mother's health.”

Wei Bian didn't answer. His brow was still on the paper map.

Silence lasted for a long time in the car, only the sound of the wheels running over the snow could be heard. Luo Xugang narrowed his eyes and silently smoked the cigarette made of variant tobacco, feeling the pungent taste in his nose. I don't know when, only this kind of feeling can let him have the sense of fullness that he is still alive.