Chapter 1156 (1/2)

The wind and frost are like knives, cutting the frozen soil.

It was mid autumn, but there was a layer of frost on the bricks and tiles.

The boots crunched as they stepped on the debris. Cold muzzle from the ruins of every shadow to find, is not a cold shot or two. The black cotton gloves groped through the blood stained corpse, and did not let go of even a piece of booty.

Even if it's a tattered suit, they'll pull out the unburned cotton core and thermostat chip and take it to a nearby supply truck.

As for the stripped corpses, they randomly piled them on the open space, allowing the mutant cockroaches, mice and other hungry scavengers to gnaw at them, even eliminating cremation.

Cremation needs fuel. It's going to be winter soon. They don't want to waste any fuel, let alone on the dead.

Five hundred meters away from the Badaling military outpost, hundreds of tanks of different types were quietly parked in the open space, surrounded by dozens of half tracked base vehicles the size of old railway cars. The tires big of the millstone sank into the soil, and the track of the quadruple set supported the whole carriage.

Lines of soldiers in mechanical exoskeletons patrol the camp with rifles. Even if it is strong as the dead claw of the alien species, but also from the neat queue, smell the smell of death, hovering in the shadow edge, rubbing fangs, but dare not close half a step.

These Russians never camp.

The base vehicles surrounded by tanks are their barracks, warehouses and even factories. By putting down the bracket on the chassis, workers can swing hammers and file files to work.

They used to be the CCCP's border guards, stationed in the tundra of the easternmost Siberia, against the Americans in Alaska. They inherited the Soviet legacy and ended their mission in the tenth year after the war and began to migrate south.

The disorganized are like nomads of centuries ago, and the city is their pasture.

From the wasteland in the Far East of Siberia, all the way south to the land of Pan Asian cooperation. Just like the locusts in transit, they stamp out the fire of civilization in the ashes, and gnaw the ruins of the city into skeletons that are not left

In order to survive, they have reached the limit of their survival skills. No one knows the essence of scavenging better than them. Even the most experienced scavengers in Wanghai city will feel deep despair if they go to the city where they have been patronized.

And now, they finally survived the cold wilderness and arrived at the legendary land of wealth

”Compared with uelin, the weather here is as warm as spring.”

Sitting on the chair, the man with a full mouth of whiskers looks out of the window, grinning at the corners of his mouth, and the wrinkles on his face mix ferociously. If you give him a pair of goggles and a captain's cap, the whole person looks like an old-fashioned pirate.

On the table in front of him was a small half bottle of vodka. The galvanized sickle and hammer on the bottle were worn to the bare surface.

He has been drinking this bottle for nearly half a year. He usually puts it in the box. Only when he is in a good mood will he take it out and take a sip or two of the cork to savor the good times.

Obviously, he is in a good mood now.

And it's pretty good.

Just as he was staring out of the window, the door of the base truck opened. A boot stepped into the house, and a middle-aged man in a CCCP military coat came in, stood in front of him and made a clean salute.

”Supply statistics complete.”

”How about the harvest?” Yegor asked lazily.

”Quite plentiful! There are more than 50 cases of nutrient mixture above grade C, which is enough for us to use for half a month. ” Sminoff replied to the point.

”Should it be said that it is a fabled land of plenty?” Eyebrows slightly raised, Yegor cruel smile, face wrinkles more ferocious, ”the harvest of a military outpost, almost catch up with the Siberian wilderness survivors settlement.”

He is very happy to smile, although in other people's eyes, this smile is so ferocious.

”In addition, we found this in their commander's personal belongings.” With that, sminov took out a tin of aluminum from his waist and handed it to the officer.

The smile on Yegor's face solidified.

Instead, shock, disbelief, ecstasy.

He grabbed the can on the table, grabbed the dagger on the table, and cut a hole in the can. The oily gravy immediately seeps out along the knife edge. Within ten seconds, the whole room is filled with the smell of stewed beef.

Sminoff swallowed his spit and turned away from the can.

Holding a knife and wiping it on his mouth, he felt the fragrance spreading along the taste buds. Yegor smashed his mouth, trying to make the delicious food stay on the tip of his tongue for a while. At the moment, he almost set aside tears of excitement.

Suddenly, Yegor woke up.