infinite boiling

Chapter 327
Tang Zheng did not carry a mountaineering bag this time, but chose a 35L 3P attack bag, desert color, imitation military products, in fact, you can buy a non-destructive tactical backpack that is better than the genuine one at Trojan Horse, but he can’t use it, this backpack It's just to cover people's eyes and ears.

It is convenient to use the space watch to switch weapons, but it is still awkward to access and replace the magazine, so Tang Zheng had to wear a tactical vest. The palms of the two three-defense suits were also cut off, and the mouth of the bowl was tied tightly with tape to expose the watch. Wearing full-finger tactical gloves, when not fighting, there are thick cotton gloves on the outside.

Tantai Zongqi and Gao Yu are equipped with similar equipment. They are also Type 200 rifles, but the latter carries an extra M92 sniper rifle. There are also differences in pistols. One is Type [-] and the other is Desert Eagle. As a child who grew up playing CS, Gao Yu liked the silver Sand Eagle very much, regardless of whether his strength could control the recoil.

"Here we come." Rosicky greeted, glanced at his watch, and then waved, "It's time, let's go."

The group of 200 people made all kinds of noisy noises, like swarming ants, carrying their bags, and left in an orderly manner. They talked and laughed with a relaxed expression, obviously already used to this kind of long-distance trek.

"Commander, what's your name? I can't call you that after I joined the regiment." Old Paul came over with his son, and immediately stretched out his hand to help carry the bag.

"No need, just call me Tang Zheng." Tang Zheng introduced the names of the three, and then his eyes fell on some adventurers, "Aren't they carrying too many things? How can they fight?"

Old Paul was not embarrassed by Tang Zheng's refusal. After all, he was just making a gesture. If he really carried the backpack for him, he would not be exhausted. After all, walking in the snow, even children know every physical strength Try not to waste it.

"Those are bachelors, and all their belongings are in the backpack. Naturally, they have to carry it. As for whether they are tired or not, you will know when you go to the surface later." Little Paul explained, but his eyes were on the grenade launcher. He wandered up and down, and then landed on the magazine pouch of the tactical vest, his eyes were hot.

This time Tang Zheng left from the exit of the subway station, and also met those parliamentary soldiers who set up roadblocks to collect taxes. This was obviously not a fat job. They all curled up in a corner and slept with their arms folded, without any signs of life.

"Tang Zheng, are you here too?" Gao Wei was very happy to see his fellow countrymen. He trotted over and put the Bayi Bar that had been hugging his chest behind his back, warming his hands with his breath.

"Come on, smoke a cigarette to keep you warm." Gao Yu also knew what it means to have an experienced and good soldier by his side, so he handed over a cigarette to build a good relationship, "Where is Xiao Du and those three female models?"

"Thank you." Lao Gao leaned in front of the lighter and lit it, and then he exhaled beautifully, before saying, "I let them stay behind, and I will come out to check the situation first, and then make plans later."

"Do you know what happened to the other people who left?" Gao Yu stomped his feet, the more he went up, the colder he felt.

"Urban management and peddlers got into the kiln. Chu Baichuan spent a magazine and rented a house in the West District. By the way, we also live in the West District." Seeing Gao Yu's ambiguous eyes, Lao Gao immediately explained, "We don't care about anything. Didn't do it, those three female models just wanted to seek shelter, and didn't mean to dedicate themselves, Xiao Du is also an honest gentleman, don't worry."

"It's none of my business what happened to you." Gao Yu cried out. The three female models who left were mediocre, and he didn't even bother to take a look. Among the twelve girls, Xu Biyun and Li Meilian were the most beautiful, but they were not as beautiful as Qin Yan. , Gao Yu has already set his target on her. As for Ying Shangwu, he dare not chase after her.

The two chatted without paying attention to the envious gazes of those adventurers. Cigarettes are a luxury item. Even the leaders of the council are only willing to smoke one occasionally. They actually smoked one after another. Clouds and fog, do not know how to cherish.

After leaving the subway station, the wind and snow that had been raging for a day had stopped. Although the sun was hanging in the sky, there was no warm feeling. The cold wind blew past, like steel needles, and the skin hurt.

The radiation was tested with a Geiger counter, and it was slightly higher than the safe value. Tang Zheng sighed and had to take out the three-proof mask and put it on. The cold plastic feel immediately made him shudder.

"Damn it, next time I must prepare a hood and snow camouflage." Gao Yu cursed, apparently quite cold.

Wasteland residents have long been familiar with this low temperature, without any emotion, hurrying to get busy, they took out their homemade skis and put them on the snow, then put their bags on it, and dragged them with a rope.

"Damn it, why didn't I think of that." Gao Yu looked remorseful, and decided to earn points next time, first buy a large-capacity space backpack, so that everything can be stored.

Not only the skis, Tang Zheng also prepared the sled, but it was too big to fit in the tactical backpack, and he would be suspected if he took it out of thin air. Fortunately, old Paul had skis, which saved him trouble.

The next thing is a three-day trek. Occasionally there are a few people who are left behind, and no one will wait. The team members are hurrying to hurry and only rest for five or six hours a day. I have to say that the difficult environment has made them super strong. Even Lao Gao was a bit tired from this kind of high-intensity march, but they just slept, and they would be alive and well the next day. Looking at what they ate, black bread is the staple food, so they still can’t bear to eat it. Every day They are all rationed, except for the lucky ones who can improve their food by hitting wild beasts, the rest of the time they are half-starved.

"If these people are brought back to modern times, everyone will be the material of special forces." Lao Gao followed behind, muttering in a low voice, "I estimated that the physique of these people is twice that of ordinary people."

"For sure, the weak ones will be weeded out naturally." Gao Yu chewed a piece of chocolate and said, "I can't believe what size these guys will be when they are full?"

Tang Zheng didn't care about these conversations. Gauss sniper rifle bullets were too expensive, and he didn't want to waste them, so he practiced marksmanship with the M200 he borrowed from Gao Yu. Anyway, the principles of sniping were similar. After four days, he had fired more than 1000 rounds of bullets. , It made a group of adventurers feel distressed. How did such a master who likes to waste materials survive?

However, Tang Zheng's popularity surpassed Rosicky's to become the highest after three days. There was no way, whoever hunted prey every day and improved everyone's food for free would be a little grateful.

Bang, after Tang Zheng aimed at a target a thousand meters away and fired again, he pulled the bolt. Ding, a yellow shell jumped out and fell into the snow, scalding with a screeching sound, and a cloud of white mist burst out. When he got up, before Tang Zheng could change his position, a few wastelanders who followed behind had already charged up, looting the bullet casings.

Tang Zheng was no longer surprised. After he said that he didn't want the bullet casings, those people started to follow behind to pick them up.

"Xiao Tang, you are very talented in shooting." Lao Gao glanced back and said with a smile, "Why don't you use those auxiliary equipment? Ballistic calculation computers and weather tracking devices are good things, at least they can make people shoot more. allow."

"If they are broken, it depends on the feeling and experience of the shooter." Gao Yu finally found an opportunity to brag, pretending to be a sniper master, and what he said was nothing more than the rules from the Internet.

On the fourth day, Tang Zheng had already started to leave the team frequently. He stayed in one place to practice marksmanship for an hour, and then rode a velociraptor to catch up. Before being seen by them, he would put away his mount again, so he made good use of the time .

In addition to being depressed about not being able to pick up bullet casings, the wastelanders were also amazed at Tang Zheng's excellent physical strength. Whenever he thought he was going to fall behind, he would catch up. After wasting nearly 500 rounds of bullets, Tang Zheng was finally able to accurately and continuously Shoot a coin at [-] meters.

On the sixth day, Tang Zheng switched to a Gauss sniper rifle. After all, this is a commonly used weapon, so you should get familiar with it. Among the five types of bullets, the high-explosive bullet is the cheapest, so it is naturally the first choice.

"I'm tired of hitting a fixed target every day!" After the novelty passed, Tang Zheng returned to his lazy state, and was returning to the team on a velociraptor, when he suddenly heard a shrill scream, followed by crackling gunshots and human screams.

"Someone is hunting?" Tang Zheng immediately put away his mount, ran under a fir tree, climbed into the snowdrift, stretched out the muzzle of the M200, and looked quietly through the scope.

Five minutes later, more than a dozen mutants wearing only rags and furs came into view. They were carrying packages and were fleeing in a hurry. This was obviously a family, including old and young, and several of the strongest men carried children on their backs. , with a rifle hanging on his chest, kept running wildly, saying that he was an old man, that is, in his 5s.

Bang, the gun rang, and a man in his 40s immediately fell onto the snow. The blood spurting from his chest was even more dazzling against the white snow.

Strange screams and whistles came and went, and when the ragged adventurer team appeared in sight, Tang Zheng understood that this was a team hunting mutants on the surface.

Gunshots continued, and another man fell down. The adventure group consciously avoided women and children. Those would be their slaves, and of course they could not be killed.

"About 20 people!" After taking a rough look at the composition of the opponent's team, Tang Zheng pointed his gun at the last adventurer, and at the same time took off his cotton gloves in order to pull the trigger more flexibly with his fingers.

The guy in the scope looked anxious, obviously afraid that others would snatch away all the spoils. Without hesitation, Tang Zheng moved the gun slowly with him, and pulled the trigger after the crosshairs aimed at his chest. .

With a bang, a cloud of blood spurted from the guy's chest and fell to the snow. Tang Zheng immediately moved the gun and pointed at the next target.

Because of the addition of a muffler and the fact that the adventurers were frantically chasing the mutants, no companions were found killed.

Bang, the second unlucky ghost was shot dead. Tang Zheng pulled the gun and loaded it, his hands steady without any trembling. He had repeated this action tens of thousands of times in the past few days.

(End of this chapter)