The pizza is beef pizza, and it tastes good with salt and pepper, especially the portion.
Even an adult like Lister can only eat two-thirds of it.
But he could still feel that this should be the product of the pizza shop on the corner street.
With this familiar taste, he would order one for lunch almost every day.
The familiar smell made him feel calm.
At least after drinking Coke, Liszt's whole body relaxed a little now, if he didn't look downstairs.
In just half an hour, in this street, troop carriers have been driving back and forth several times.
According to Liszt's rough calculation, at least two regiments of troops were passing downstairs.
Two infantry squads have been stationed in the middle of the street and are still busy building sandbags into temporary fortifications.
The 1a2 "Abrams" main battle tank is parked among them, seemingly covering their construction of fortifications.
"This kind of firepower is really a luxury for urban combat."
Two Type 2 Browning large-caliber heavy machine guns have been set up in the sandbags.
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Large-caliber machine guns are the most powerful meat grinders in urban warfare.
The 4a1 assault rifle has completely formed a terrifying firepower network on the six-meter-wide street.
And also include a 120mm smoothbore tank gun of the 1a2 "Abrams" main battle tank and a 7.4a1 assault rifle, all of which have grenade launchers hanging underneath.
"It is estimated that even if a regiment of infantry came here, they would not be able to chew it down without heavy firepower."
Sitting by the window, Liszt quietly ate beef pizza, but his eyes cautiously scanned the soldiers at the bottom of the building.
Two infantry squads had completed the construction of temporary fortifications under the cover of main battle tanks.
Looking at the standard urban warfare defenses, Liszt couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said: "What on earth can make the army be like this?"
nervous" If it was really a Soviet invasion, I'm afraid they would have been notified long ago.
At least Lister, as a retired soldier, would have asked to report and pick up his gun again at any time.
After all, the war between the two superpowers in the Cold War was not comparable to the previous one-sided Mexican War.
And with the Soviet Union's terrifying torrent of steel, if a war really broke out, civilians in the city would also ask to go to air raid shelters or shelters.
After all, the Soviet Union in this world is not far different from the Soviet Union in the previous life.
Those terrifying bombers, tanks, artillery and even nuclear bombs will be fatal to their small city on the east coast.
"Click."
While Liszt was staring at the fortifications below, the lights that were originally on in the room went out instantly.
The 1887 shotgun has also been subconsciously held tightly in his hand.
He didn't make too much noise, but carefully moved towards the corner, but did not leave the window.
Liszt, who has experienced life and death on the battlefield, certainly knows that the height of four floors is not a problem as long as you are careful, but when encountering real danger, the narrow corridor may not be a good place to go.
On the contrary, if he was determined enough to break the glass and jump out, he might be able to save his life.
The gray fog outside the window has become thicker and thicker without knowing it.
Even when Liszt looked outside with his naked eyes, the bottom of the street was already foggy and he could no longer see clearly.
Only after the headlights of the 1a2 "Abrams" main battle tank are turned on can you see the shadowy soldiers patrolling and defending.
"Damn it, has the power system been interrupted too?"
Before finishing the beef pizza in his hand, Liszt threw the remaining two pieces of pie into the box.
He carefully went to the bedroom, moved the quilt and sheets to a corner by the window, and built a temporary floor. .
He was not too alarmed by the power outage.
If a real enemy appeared and the power system, which was vital to a city, was interrupted, it would be normal.
Half lying on the floor, Liszt closed his eyes and let himself enter a state of semi-rest.
The sound of gunfire seemed to be a little clearer in his ears, but he didn't pay much attention to it.
As a former soldier, he knew that if he left the house rashly at this time, in such a heavy fog, he might be more likely to be killed accidentally.
He didn't dare to try the soldiers below who were fully armed and didn't even have safety on their rifles.
When they couldn't see clearly in the fog, they would shoot first.
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At least when Liszt was stationed at a key point in Mexico, even if he encountered a vague shadow in the dark night, whether it was an enemy or not, he would first go over with a magazine of bullets.
Leaning against the wall, Lister slowly held the Winchester 1887 shotgun in his arms, next to Coke and beef pizza.
For him, today may have been such a vaguely uneasy past.
There were still gunshots coming from time to time, sometimes sporadic, sometimes as violent as heavy rain.
Even as he closed his eyes and meditated for a while, the roar of the tank's main gun was already mixed in. got up.
Li Teshan could still sleep peacefully.
He had carefully changed the furniture arrangement in his home.
Right in front of him, the large TV screen and low table blocked his entire body, and they were not too obtrusive.
Even if someone breaks in suddenly, there is no need to worry about being discovered.
They will only think that it is due to the original layout of the room.
The hangover from last night was still in his body, and the alcohol content of a bottle of vodka and two cases of beer made his head feel dizzy.
And after carefully adjusting the quilt under his body to make sure that he would not be the first to see someone when someone broke into the room, Liszt carefully curled up in the corner and fell into a drowsy sleep.
The gray fog outside the window became more and more diffuse, and only a rough outline could be seen from a distance of more than ten meters on both sides of the street.
Although the sun should have risen high in the sky at this time, it was blocked by the thick black clouds.
The sunshine seemed to cast a veil over this small city on the east coast.
But after the power system was paralyzed, the entire city fell into darkness.
Many police cars and military vehicles were rushing back and forth on the streets.
At the intersections of each street, tanks and sandbags had already occupied the mainstream.
A large number of heavily armed soldiers were stationed there, waiting in the gray fog.
Even occasionally on the streets, many infantry fighting vehicles and tanks, as well as accompanying infantry, have formed armored patrols.
After any suspicious targets did not respond to their first question, a series of gunfire followed.
And looking at that posture, they would not hesitate to blow the surrounding houses into rubble.
Of course, Liszt didn't understand all this.
He just curled up quietly in the corner behind the TV, breathing calmly and long, without any snoring.
But his body is still curled up and slightly stiff, and his whole body is not relaxed.
This is the vigilance needed in the battlefield.
If there is any abnormality, he can wake up instantly.
This shows that Liszt has returned to his previous habits on the battlefield while sleeping.
Time passed by slowly, and Liszt woke up several times in his sleep, but except for the faint sound of machine gun fire that still appeared in his ears, there were no other abnormalities.
But this time, he opened his eyes instantly, rolled carefully behind the TV, held the Winchester 1887 shotgun vigilantly, leaned his back against the wall and held his breath.
Just now, when I was half asleep and half awake, a strange hoarse roar came from outside the window.
But what really made Liszt feel uneasy, and what made him feel nervous about being on the front line, was the sound of gunfire outside that had completely disappeared.
The gunfire that was still faintly heard disappeared at some point.
"Oh, this is really bad.
It's really hard to calm down."
Liszt turned to look out the window, only to find that through the gap in the door curtain, the outline of the street, which could still be vaguely seen, was now filled with thick fog and disturbing darkness.
Glancing at the fluorescent watch hanging on the wall, Liszt couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said: "At around four o'clock in the afternoon, it seems that the worse night is about to come."
The night symbolizes not disappearance, but frightening darkness.
Once on the front line of the Mexican battlefield, when Lister led his company to garrison a factory on a hill, the night was often the most anxious for three days.
Especially when the field of view is not enough, the enemy may have touched you at a very close distance, and you still don't know anything about it.
Although the faint sound of gunfire was slightly unsettling, one could still detect that it was the traces of a battle between troops within the city.
But the sound of gunfire that has now disappeared can only mean that the battle is over.
In other words, this originally fierce battle came to an end due to the defeat of one party.
But according to Lister's experience, when the sound of machine guns and the roar of tank guns stopped, there was no doubt that this meant that the military was at a disadvantage in the battle.
Slowly squinting his eyes, Liszt stood up carefully, bent over and walked forward half-crouched.
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He could guess that this battle at a disadvantage might have given up on this neighborhood.
"Dang-dang-dang.
Dang-dang-dang."
A subtle and rhythmic knocking sound came from the door, and Liszt, who had already arrived in the center of the living room, squatted down as quickly as a conditioned reflex, with the Winchester 1887 shotgun already tightly in his hand.
He pressed it tightly against his shoulders, aimed there and held his breath slowly, and did not immediately respond to the knocking outside the door
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