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Chapter 075. Travel to the city of Juneau


The cold wind from the Arctic Circle whizzes through the sky, bringing a chill that penetrates the soul.

There are not many animals to be seen in the wilderness of Alaska.

As autumn approaches, the cold world of winter has also come to an end.

The originally straight road was covered with dirt and weeds.

It looked like there had been no traffic for a long time, and no one from the city government had carried out daily maintenance.

Because most of Alaska has indeed been abandoned.

Except for the roads around Anchorage, it looks like there are traces of wheels running over it.

Further away, it has become an uninhabited wilderness.

Those places may be called no-man's land, because the farms, towns, cities, etc. that were originally inhabited by American citizens have been abandoned as the residents evacuated.

Perhaps there is something unknown hidden in it, but these abandoned areas and the Anchorage Defense Line, which has been completely controlled by the army, mark the existence of unknown dangers.

However, on the outskirts of Anchorage, Alaska, on a straight asphalt road, twenty military trucks were lined up in a long line.

Guided by two Hummer armed off-road vehicles at the front, they headed towards this asphalt road.

Drive away from the end of the road.

The road that seemed to be in disrepair was already overgrown with weeds, and there were even piles of animal feces, which were run over by the heavy wheels and splashed with filth.

The entire convoy is driving quickly forward, as if it is in the wilderness, and there is no need to be as careful about pedestrians as in the city.

Even if there were animals in front of them, the whole convoy did not have the slightest idea of ​​the Animal Protection Association, and there was not much Mary's Heart.

As the 127 large-caliber heavy machine guns on the two Humvee armed armored vehicles in front briefly opened fire, heavy weapons as thick as a thumb came out.

The machine gun bullets cut the animal blocking the movement into two pieces, and the heavy wheels rolled over it, turning it into a fresh puddle of flesh and blood in the Alaskan wilderness.

"This place is really too empty.

If it is developed, I think the rich second generation in New York will definitely spend a lot of money to race cars here."

The window was rolled down gently, and a fair and handsome face stuck out from the Hummer armed off-road vehicle, squinting his eyes to feel the cold air of Alaska.

The speed of the team has already exceeded the 120 displayed on the old speed limiter next to it.

Even listening to the roar of the accelerator being stepped on hard and feeling the cold wind hitting like a knife, you can know that the current speed is The speed of the team has reached a certain exciting level.

The cold wind made the face turn a little white, but he didn't seem to feel any discomfort at all.

Instead, he grinned widely, but the strong wind poured it directly into his mouth.

It seemed that the dust splashed by the car in front of him was a bit unacceptable to him.

He spat fiercely outside, letting the strong wind blow the saliva away and made him unable to see the trace.

Then he retracted his head back to the Humvee.

In the off-road vehicle, he said loudly and coolly: "God knows, if I put my sports car on this road, it would be a real enjoyment."

"Cassius, God will not approve of your luxurious life."

But before this guy could finish his words, another person in the back seat sighed helplessly.

He made a cross with his hands on his forehead and chest, looking like a devout believer, and his words also showed the depth of his faith: "Cassius, sometimes keeping a humble heart will reap rewards."

God’s gift to you.”

This devout believer was obviously the type who was not good at speaking with his mouth.

He looked at Cassius angrily, and he closed his eyes and clasped his hands together, as if praying for something.

But Cassius's green eyes swept over him, and the smile on his lips was even more sarcastic.

He looked at him sarcastically and said: "God, you damn virgin, don't talk nonsense.

Just It’s like you can hear what the old man God said to you.”

His words were quite rude, but for his beliefs, they were normal.

Looking at the young man next to him who seemed to have no idea what anger was, Cassius couldn't help but shrugged and sighed helplessly: "This bastard is really boring.

He's just so boring."

People think they are visitors from Mars.”

"Okay Cassius, close the window and shut your mouth."

From the passenger seat in front, Liszt's voice sounded directly.

He sat quietly in his seat and warned Cassius directly without looking back: "If you are energetic, maybe you can take a look around.

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There is nothing abnormal, you must know that we have left the protection of Anchorage's defense line."

After a pause, he tilted his head slightly, looked at Cassius's slightly raised eyebrows, but couldn't help but snorted: "Don't let me see your bodies, lying undisguised on both sides of the road."

"Oh, God, my God, Liszt, do you know what depressing words you are saying?"

Cassius was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

He jumped up in the carriage instantly, with a serious expression, as if he was a mentor of some kind of occult science.

But his expression disappeared in an instant as Liszt rolled his eyes.

He chuckled and shyly moved between the driver's seat and the passenger's seat.

Looking at the straight road in front of him, he curled his lips slightly and said, "If that If a group of Soviets really showed up here, I'm afraid they would all be killed by the air force on the Anchorage line of defense within half an hour."

"But then I'm afraid we'll have to piece it all together and try to figure out who is who."

Sitting in the passenger seat, Liszt quietly looked at the endless road in front of him, took a deep breath, moved his eyelids slightly, but directly stretched out his hand to push Cassius's head back.

He said calmly: "Everyone told me to be careful before arriving in Juneau City.

This is no joke."

Liszt's warning seemed to have worked.

At least Cassius, who seemed to have ADHD, gradually calmed down.

But when Liszt looked at the endless Alaskan highway in front of him, his heart beat slightly faster.

He stretched out his hand slightly and clenched his fist.

He couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly and said slowly: "When will we arrive?"

Early this morning, Lister led his troops and began to advance towards Juneau City.

Among the twenty military trucks, they were all carrying that group of heroic U.S.

Army soldiers, and among them were not only the reconnaissance platoons who had fought alongside him before, but also new recruits who had been recruited due to battle losses.

Cassius and the magic stick, who were just behind Liszt's seat, were the guys who had met in the veteran training camp and were reassigned to supplement the troops.

Just this morning, their twenty military trucks and two Humvee armed off-road vehicles left the Anchorage defense line and drove south along the original Alaska road network.

Fortunately, due to the existence of the Anchorage Defense Line, the Soviets may only have controlled the northern state of Alaska, and there are not many traces of penetration into the south.

But what also makes Lister very cautious is that Juneau, originally the capital of Alaska, had evacuated all its personnel a year ago, and only an air force base was still operating normally.

Lister slowly lowered his head and took out a map from his arms, which clearly marked the locations of the Anchorage Defense Line, Juneau City, and the Air Force Base.

His brows furrowed slightly, and he turned to look at the scenery outside, using the mountains in the distance to determine his position on the map.

"We have about two hours to get to Juneau, so everyone, please be careful."

Knocking on the car seat behind him, Cassius, who was still propping up his chin and looking at the scenery outside, suddenly became interested and moved directly to Liszt's shoulder.

Liszt, who was said to be a very wealthy kid and knew the secrets of the radiation wasteland, did not have much envy or awe.

He just ordered unceremoniously: "Tell everyone that we can't do anything until we arrive in Juno City."

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