The Jeep communication vehicle has the advantage of being fast and convenient in this dangerous urban road, but it does not constitute a good cost performance.
Judging from the fact that a complete Death Claw could kill their entire light infantry squad, we also knew that if they continued to drive forward, the risk factor would increase exponentially.
Each one of them carefully bent down and walked quickly on the side of the low wall, just like the way Lister and O'Neill walked.
As regular troops, they all follow a standard urban attack mode.
As long as there is any situation, they can support each other or disperse and retreat.
Moving quickly towards the Gorse Street, the gray fog still shrouded the surroundings.
Except for the street lights on both sides of the road and the lights on the apartment buildings, it was too foggy to see clearly.
This feeling was like hell.
There was no sound except for my own footsteps.
Occasionally, I turned my head to look at my teammates behind me, which gave me an unreal feeling.
It was extremely quiet along the way, and surprisingly safe.
Liszt, Bunar and three other soldiers gathered together and carefully hid in front of the door of an apartment building.
Liszt carefully looked at the surrounding situation, then turned around and whispered softly: "If I remember correctly, after turning the street ahead, you will find the Plantagenet Block."
"Yes, there is indeed Plantagenet Street just beyond the corner in front."
Old Bunar stood up slowly.
His gray hair was stained with sweat and stuck together due to his fast walking, but he stretched out his hands and smoothed it out without caring.
He squinted his eyes full of age lines and scanned the surrounding thick fog. , but the gray area made it difficult for him to see clearly.
He couldn't help but frown and said, "But I remember that there is at least one platoon of soldiers stationed here."
He was still holding the AKS74U short assault rifle that Lister gave him, this kind of 5.
The small-caliber, powerful, flexible and compact assault rifle is now quite popular with him.
Especially when he glanced at a few points in the gray mist, his brows furrowed more and more, and he said slowly in a hoarse voice: "This is not right."
"Of course there's something wrong."
Liszt took over the conversation.
As a young man, his vision was clearer, but what he was looking at was not the street in front of him with a visibility of no more than thirty meters.
Instead, he squinted his eyes and squatted down slowly, looking at the street a few meters away.
On the street, he took a deep breath and said to Old Bunar: "Maybe we should prepare for the worst."
"What?"
Bunnar's face was solemn, and he scanned the area Liszt had just seen with his sharp eyes like an eagle's eyes, but his face became more solemn and serious.
He held his breath slowly, narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Liszt, gritted his teeth but let out a cold snort: "I think maybe things can't be that bad."
However, the three U.S.
Army soldiers behind him did not understand the meaning of what they said, nor did they understand it too much.
Instead, they all scanned the surroundings with their 4a1 assault rifles and vaguely protected Old Bunnar.
In the middle, there is a pattern where people can retreat and escape into the apartment building, and can directly and quickly occupy the surrounding favorable terrain.
Slowly lowering his head, Old Bunar subconsciously stretched out his hand to rub the AKS74U short assault rifle in his arms, and rubbed the rough wooden handle with his fingers.
After a while, he raised his head, but his expression was a little tired and lost, and he spoke hoarsely.
He said in a slow voice: "Probably not, I am an entire mechanized infantry brigade."
"If your troops really follow your orders."
Seeing Bunnar's slightly red eyes, Liszt just shook his head and said nothing more.
He glanced at the silent street, walked slowly forward to the street, squatted down gently and touched the asphalt street pavement with his hands, raised his head with a serious expression and nodded to Bunar: "However, the answer must be Come to the conclusion that you are not the only commander."
He gently raised his hand, and raised the two fingers that had been groping the ground.
In front of Liszt, a thin layer of dust appeared on these two fingers.
Old Bunar's face was extremely ugly, and even the expressions of the three soldiers changed slightly, but Liszt blew hard, and then said lightly: "This is the crawler track installed with rubber, and then left behind Dust."
Looking in the direction of the street, Liszt looked straight at Bunard and said: "It can only be formed by running over the tracks of many tanks."
When dozens of tons of tanks enter urban roads, they must be equipped with rubber on their tracks.
Otherwise, their own weight and hard tracks can easily make the road that the city government spent several months laying in a mess. , it is simply impossible to continue to allow vehicles to pass.
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But after all, it is a tank weighing dozens of tons.
The strong weight generated when it rolls over the road will crush any small stones or objects into powder form. 1887 Shotgun stood up, looked at Old Bunar and nodded: "It is useless to talk about anything else at this time."
"Let's go and take a look, otherwise I will directly call the federal Supreme Court Military Court and ask how this should be handled."
Gritting his teeth heavily, under Old Bunar's gray hair, there was a face that was extremely gloomy and filled with suppressed anger.
His knuckles holding the rifle turned slightly white, and he walked directly forward with the AKS74U short assault rifle, gritting his teeth and saying angrily: "Spread out on both sides, be alert.
If you find the enemy, fire immediately to warn."
"clear" Three U.S.
Army soldiers immediately followed closely, and at the same time pulled the old Bunnar, who was walking in the middle of the road, to the edge and walked carefully against the apartment wall and corner.
The soldier at the front was also exploring the road ahead with a rifle.
For their own lives, the life of this old man was the most important thing they should consider.
But Liszt, who was lagging behind, couldn't help but exhale slowly, squinted at the small town behind him that seemed familiar yet unfamiliar, shook his head and followed suit just as quickly.
In the more than a year since he was assigned to this small town, he has never felt as strange as this night, as if it was his first time coming to this small town.
"This is unscientific."
Liszt, who was also vigilant at the end of the team, looked at the street lights around him and the brightly lit apartment building where people still seemed to be living.
He couldn't help but shake his head, but the uneasiness in his heart was beating more and more.
He spat hard to the side and said with a helpless smile: "Isn't this a social science experiment conducted by those scientists?"
Judging from the urinary behavior of the scientists in the radiation series, this situation has to make Liszt think about it.
If we count from now 2059, shelters that are actually mainly social experiments have begun to be gradually constructed.
Even the original shelter that is not among the 122 shelters has probably been built.
However, as a biological weapon, the Death Claws were not of much use in the war between the United States and the Soviet Union in the pre-war world.
In other words, in the history of radiation, there are no records of Death Claws being released on the battlefield on a large scale.
In contrast, the power armor that can be seen everywhere in the radiation wasteland assumed the image of a savior in the war between the United States and the Soviet Union.
It was heavily involved in the war and successfully saved the United States from the Soviet Union's powerful armor torrent.
"Wait, there's something going on ahead."
While Liszt was still thinking wildly, Old Bunar, who was walking in the middle, saw the soldier at the front who raised his hand instantly.
He immediately stood up and squatted down, signaling Liszt and the other two soldiers behind him to stop advancing.
Liszt also looked up and looked ahead, but couldn't help but frown slightly.
Subconsciously, he turned his head and glanced behind him.
Although it was still dim and gloomy in the gray fog, the lights on both sides of the road and in the apartment were still bright, dispelling a lot of darkness.
But when Liszt raised his head and looked ahead, there was only darkness at the end of the street, and he couldn't help but curse in a low voice: "Damn it."
In the darkness at the end of the street, I was completely plunged into the deepest darkness.
No light appeared in it.
Whether it was the lights on both sides of the street or the lights in the apartment building, they had disappeared.
Only in the gray mist, there seemed to be a silent dark giant standing there, waiting for its prey.
It devours.
"Liszt" Old Bunnar's slightly hoarse voice sounded, and Lister from behind immediately ran over with a Winchester 1887 shotgun.
He still respected the old general quite a bit.
And Old Bunar was not polite to Liszt in the slightest, just as he treated his own staff: "What do you think of the situation ahead?"
The darkness ahead made them all feel uneasy, and it seemed to be human beings' fear of darkness.
Even Old Bunar, who had been an army commander for so many years, could no longer accept the many bizarre things happening today.
Especially when he looked at the extremely strange darkness in the silence in front of him, he took a deep breath, stretched out his hand to loosen a button on his chest, and gritted his teeth and said: "We don't seem to be very lucky today."
His face gradually became calm, even expressionless.
After quickly checking the AKS74U short assault rifle in his hand, Old Bunar smiled lightly at Lister: "Now it seems that maybe you, as a civilian, shouldn't come with me."
"War makes civilians go away, but I am a retired soldier who can be drafted by the federal government at any time."
Liszt shook his head gently.
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This world is not much different from the United States in his previous life.
Except for a few details, the laws, humanities, and local customs are all the same.
Faced with the current dilemma, he snorted softly and said: "I also want to know why that kind of terrifying monster appears in this small town":