The Cold War, the haze that lasted for half a century in the previous life of the earth, almost made everyone in the world feel as if it was being strangled by the throat.
Because the two poles collided and entangled with each other, the fuse of nuclear war was almost ignited several times, and was suppressed due to the restraint of both sides.
But even this makes all countries in the world tremble with fear, especially when people who have experienced that era have described the fear they once felt in film and television works.
The dark cloud of nuclear war has shrouded this world for hundreds of years, and the restraint and forbearance during this period have reached the limit.
Recorded in history, there have been more than one armed conflicts on the border between the Soviet Union and the United States, and even head-on confrontations on the battlefield have reached the point of war.
If the leaders of both sides were not afraid of the nuclear power possessed by both sides, then a war that could destroy the world would not have to wait until 2077, and countless mushroom clouds would have risen on the earth.
But this kind of suppression and forbearance is like a lid blocking the exhaust of steam.
When everything goes to extremes, an explosion will occur.
Everything has been anticipated for that day.
The depleting oil resources and the end of the war in the Middle East symbolize the final outbreak.
But Lister knew that on October 23, 2077, a standard ordinary day, a nuclear war broke out.
Sometimes the tragedy of the nuclear explosion would even automatically appear in Liszt's mind, because he understood the so-called radioactive wasteland, and from another perspective, he once lived in that radioactive wasteland.
But a game is always a game.
Characters can be upgraded.
Humans can wrestle with death claws and super mutants.
Nuclear explosions with tens of thousands of degrees of heat cannot scorch the skin of living creatures.
An ordinary knife can be in the hands of a high-level and high-attribute character. , but can kill the strongest mutant monster.
This is a living world, and every time Liszt wakes up from bed, he will understand this world more deeply.
Because he lives here himself, living here he understands history, understands those monsters, and understands certain horrors.
There is no so-called level, no so-called attribute, and there is also no embarrassment of being able to kill mutant creatures with the most ordinary knife, but being unable to kill a legendary death claw with a Fat Man nuclear bomb.
Slowly opening his eyes, Lister opened the sleeping bag like a silkworm chrysalis, and a chill instantly woke up his head after sleeping all night.
Taking a deep breath, a refreshing breath of wild grass suddenly entered his lungs, allowing him to stretch out in the sleeping bag and completely get rid of the shackles of the sleeping bag under him.
After twisting his neck, Liszt looked at the small one-person tent in front of him, sitting cross-legged in the sleeping bag, gently rubbing the corners of his eyebrows: "There are still eighteen years."
Last night's dream made him feel as if he was actually there.
In the rising mushroom clouds, the high temperature and shock waves seemed to lift the mountains.
Even if he was hiding in a dark and solid air-raid shelter more than ten meters above the ground, he would not be able to escape.
I feel like my heart is beating to burst.
Liszt clenched his fist slightly and subconsciously reached out to touch his chest.
The thumping heart still felt obvious, which made him couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly: "It's really scary."
"Captain Liszt, are you awake?"
As if he heard the sound coming from the tent, the scout on guard outside came over and asked softly.
Liszt responded, but did not continue to sit in the tent.
He opened his sleeping bag and stood up bent over.
Camping in the wild is not like going hunting or outing.
It is in an area where fighting is happening all the time.
He simply fell asleep with his shoes and combat uniform on without taking off his armor.
After opening the tent, dim light appeared on the horizon.
It seemed to be morning, but because the sun had not yet hit the land, there was a slight chill as the wind blew.
Liszt raised his hand and looked at the time.
The hands showed that it was half past five in the morning.
He yawned slowly, nodded and said, "It's the same as the stipulated time."
From the surrounding tents, the scouts who were also fully armed came out one after another.
Their sleepy eyes were blown by the cold wind, and they suddenly woke up.
The first night in the wild was still quite difficult, but most of the soldiers who followed List had been in the Mexican battlefield and had experienced more harsh and dangerous environments, so they were able to adapt to it in just a few minutes.
After a while, they regained their usual energy and energy.
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"There were no problems in the first half of the night and the second half of the night, and no abnormalities were found around."
Sofitel also came out of the tent, squinted at the fish whites slowly appearing in the distance, stretched hard, and came to Liszt's side as if by accident, but the sound was only heard by the two of them.
Hear: "But at around four o'clock in the morning, an hour ago now, a strange radio signal was discovered emitting from our camp."
"Unfamiliar radio signal" Liszt lowered his head slightly, but the corners of his mouth turned up in mockery involuntarily.
The Anchorage Defense Line had just been established, and a large number of soldiers were needed to fill the gaps in the defense.
It would be impossible for the spies who had already been lurking in the U.S.
Federation to give up this great opportunity.
Turning his head slightly to look at Sofitel's calm face, Liszt asked: "Caught it?"
"Caught him.
His father was a Canadian immigrant.
When he arrived, he was trained as a spy by his father."
Sophie nodded and pointed at an infantry fighting vehicle with her chin without leaving any trace. 2.
At the rear door of the "Bradley" infantry fighting vehicle, two scouts were standing there smoking cigarettes.
They seemed to be talking about something interesting.
They also laughed heartily from time to time, looking very leisurely.
But their eyes swept around them while they were talking and laughing, and their hands did not leave the 4a1 assault rifles hanging on their chests, obviously being extremely cautious.
Liszt pursed his lips and packed his tent and sleeping bag.
Sleeping on the ground last night made him feel a little sore in his waist.
This made him couldn't help but stretch hard, and at the same time he glanced around at the still beautiful environment around him, with a smile on his face: "Maybe a cigarette in the morning, that would be really nice. 2 "Bradley" The infantry fighting vehicle walked over and said to the two soldiers with a smile: "Hey, my dear boys, lend me a cigarette and a fire at the same time. " This obvious excuse required almost no prior communication, and the two scouts immediately understood what Lister meant.
He reached into his jacket and took out a box of cigarettes and handed it to Liszt.
When he was looking for a lighter, he patted his pocket but showed a dazed expression.
At the same time, he said with an embarrassed look: "I forgot the lighter inside." ” "It doesn't matter, it happens to be a little cold outside, I'll go inside to smoke."
Holding a cigarette in his mouth, Liszt reached out to open the car door, got in easily, and closed the door at the same time.
The two scouts seemed to shrug helplessly, winking each other, then dispersed and walked towards other places, seemingly going about their own business.
Even Sofitel was already walking towards the machine gun position above the hill.
At this time, their mission had been completed, and the next step was Liszt's arrangement. 2.
As a standard military vehicle of the US military, the "Bradley" infantry fighting vehicle not only has strong actual combat performance, but also has a relatively spacious internal space.
According to the physique of Americans, eight well-armed burly men can fit inside just fine.
If comfort is not considered, even eleven people can squeeze in.
But now in the carriage, there were already three people sitting quietly, smoking cigarettes with each other, as if they were troubled.
Listela opened the door and walked in.
The strong smell of smoke suddenly made him cough slightly.
He reluctantly opened the machine gun shooting hole next to him and looked at the three people inside who were looking at him silently.
The head said: "Good morning everyone, in the crucial morning, I want to breathe some fresh air."
There was a smile on Liszt's face, as if he was seeing his three friends.
However, his eyes were focused on the guy sitting in the middle, smoking silently without saying a word.
He said helplessly to the two people next to him: "What's the matter?
Don't you like this beautiful morning?"
As he spoke, he took out a lighter from his jacket pocket, gently lit the cigarette in his mouth, and took a deep breath greedily until the fragrant gas filled his heart.
Slowly spit it out and turned into a smoke dragon lingering in the carriage.
With a smile on his lips, Liszt looked directly at the guy sitting in the middle in front of him, nodded lightly and said: "Actually, you also know that sometimes death is not terrible
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