I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

“Check the seat belts and get ready to take off.” Shu shut the cockpit door and sat in the driver’s seat, said Chu Nan.

“Reassured, checked.” Jiang Chen wearing a mechanical exoskeleton knocked on his shoulder and smiled at him.

“This is the process… Then, start.” Then, Chu Nan turned on the engine switch and motioned to the “apprentice” seated in the co-pilot to help him notice the dial on the right side.

呜-!

Outside the nacelle, high-voltage electric currents were heard and the Transporter-51 began to slowly rise with the aid of violent vortex airflow.

Sitting opposite Jiang Chen was the gunner. The young man in the orange protective suit saw the leader of the base seated opposite him. His face was slightly embarrassed.

“I don’t need to be nervous,” Jiang Chen said cheerfully.

“Yes!” shouted the young man, trying to stand up and salute, but it was ridiculously pulled back by the safety belt.

Hā hā smiled and Jiang Chen waved his hand, indicating that he did not need to be present. Instead, he turned his eyes to the window.

The snow stopped, but the snow did not turn.

This is the first time he has overlooked Wanghai City from above.

In the world of silver jade, the city shines in the morning light. That dazzling brilliance seems to have shed the haze of airborne dust.

If it weren’t the zombies on the street and the unhealthy dust mites, he would almost forget that he was at the Last of Days instead of the Syracuse of a northern country.

“From this point of view, this city is quite beautiful.” Looking out the window, Jiang Chen said casually.

“The first time you saw it was really shocking. If you fly every day, you will get used to it,” Chu Nan said.

“Is it?” Jiang Chen smiled and said arbitrarily.

Ground forces have already started first.

Five Hunting Tigers, a reloaded assault infantry, 30 light infantry with Ripper Rifle, and two Snipers with Ghost Sniper Rifle.

The destination is Shenxiang Town, and this will be Fishbone Base’s first battle against Mutants.

It would have been possible for Chen Chen not to come. However, considering the need to collect more than 700 prisoners, it is better for the leader of Fishbone Base to say something.

Moreover, from top to bottom overlooking the battlefield, he still has some expectations.

“Immediately exposed to radiation dust, with the top cover.” Then, Chu Nan will fly the face mask of the flying helmet.

“Roger that.”

Jiang Chen clicked a few times on the mechanical exoskeleton and then took the helmet from the side chair and inserted the connector into the slot in the collar.

……

Snowfall, but this level of cold is not worth mentioning to Mutants like a spring breeze.

Even naked naked body, they can stand in the ice and snow in the cold, ignoring the fury of the blizzard, with rifle in his hands to vent firepower.

They are born warriors, self-proclaimed Supreme, and old civilized TermiNATOr.

However, even if the body does not fear the cold, winter expeditions are still extremely difficult for them.

The stronger the body, the greater the consumption of materials. All the west of Zhufeng Highway is buried in heavy snow. It is undoubtedly more burdensome for supply lines that are not short because of the difficulty of access vehicles and their difficulties.

There are only two choices placed before the Mutants.

First, send an advance team to establish an outpost at Shenxiang Town on the other side of the Taipu River, and then send a large force to Wanghai City.

Second, wait until the spring of the coming year and then march to Wanghai City.

There is no possibility of reconciliation between Mutants and humans. Once it is encountered, it will be a undying decisive battle. Mutants’ leadership is still cautious about the conflict that has escalated into Wanghai City and local humanity forces. Unlike the Survivor in Jia City that was scattered in the sand, as a wartime hot spot, Wanghai City has a lot of survivor bases inheriting War Industry Domain Black Technology.

If it is necessary to conflict with those of humanity, Mutants prefer that the conflict take place in the winter.

If we wait until next year to enter the spring, Mutants will not be able to show its advantage in the cold environment. At the same time, those hungry foreign-species that wake up from hibernation will also make the City Center trips troublesome.

Based on the above factors, Muutants chose option one for the time being.

Although the road from No. 7 to Shenxiang Town was sealed by heavy snow, the road from Shenxiang Town to Wanghai City was fairly good. As long as an outpost of hoarding materials is established in Shenxiang Town, the pressure on the supply line will be greatly eased, and the winter expedition will become possible.

As a result, the prisoners of Shenxiang Town were not immediately remanded but were forced to labor by the Mutants occupying the land and built fortifications.

Outside of Shenxiang Town, the enclosed wall of reinforced cement was used as a preliminary profile.

The roadsides are full of fragments of wood dregs. They were used as obstacles and bunkers on main and secondary roads outside the town. However, when the Mutants arrived, these fragile obstacles did not bring a sense of security to the Survivor who huddled behind the bunker.

The steel-clad monster carries a machine gun, and the raging storm of bullets destroys every defender’s psychological defense.

Not far from here, there was a low-rise bungalow, and the plastered concrete wall was cut by most of it without recoil. Residues are full of squiggly bullets, and the blood on the wooden floor of the house is still clearly visible.

Survivor who stuck to the bunker failed to cause even one casualty to attack the Mutants. When the first Mutants crossed the wooden bunker, Survivor had left more than a dozen bodies on the ground and had to surrender with a white flag.

The body of the recalcitrant was raised with wooden spears, hung in the snow, eroded by wind and snow, and bitten by the Mutated Mouse. As a banner, it declared the dictator’s dictatorship and cruelty.

Wang Ping stared coldly at the weak humanities and struggled to walk on the snow with concrete blocks and rebars to add to their outposts.

“Hurry up, damn locusts, who allowed you to stop, huh?” said a gentleman, Mutants, holding a whip in his hands and swaying on the sides of the slaves. The whip in his hands was sometimes taken according to that guilty figure, regardless of whether the offender was guilty of wrongdoing.

A fearful face made him instinctively happy.

It is no longer possible to obtain a physical pleasure, and the whole body of male hormones can only be proudly vented through primitive violence.

“Rock, don’t kill people. Even if it is a locust, there is value for entertainment.” Wang Ping walked to the overseer’s side, licked his mouth full of fangs, and looked at the collapse. The boy in the snow did not hide his dislikes and taunts.

Mutants will rename himself after “getting a new life” and abandon that decadent ethics with his surname.

“hā hā!” lifted the whip in his hand and Locke laughed. “The widowers all look over to Lao Tzu.”

The people carrying the cement bags stopped.

There are men, women, old people and children.

White’s fog lingers, but hides both eyes of fear. However, they will not scream or be angry. The cold has lost consciousness in their facial nerves. The bloodthirsty of Mutants makes them forget about dignity.

Looking at the numb face with satisfaction, Locke looked down at the shivering boy in the snow. He laughed, lifted his foot and stepped on the tender face.

“Ah…..” The depressing screams came from under his feet, and the frozen fingers clasped the ground and grabbed the frozen snowballs.

The boy’s father stood aside, his shoulders trembling constantly, his wide eyes covered with bloodshot eyes.

Mutants standing sideways carrying rifle, looking at the slaves humiliated with scorn. For those who lack entertainment, what they love most often is teasing insulting captives who cannot resist.

The FEV virus is amazing, and its magic lies in that it can make those who have been reformed forget the reluctance they once had and enjoy the kuai sense brought by Evolution. Nothing ever remembered the hatred of Mutants, willingly integrated into this new camp, hating the old people who did not want to accept Evolution.

“Don’t–!” The piercing screams pierced the silence, and a woman with a band-aid rushed down to the snow, clinging to the feet of the Mutants, desperately trying to save the boy underfoot.

“Mama…” The boy’s eyeball protrudes from the squeezing, and his mouth is weak and creeping.

Locke looked coldly at the woman, staring coldly at the begging and hopelessness in her eyes.

“Go away.” The icy discourse was exported.

Locke lifted his foot on the boy’s face and squatted on her chest and kicked the woman out.

Climbing up from the snow, the woman’s mouth was bloodshot and coughed.

However, her eyes did not look to Locke, but to the children who had been liberated from underfoot.

There was a tender smile at the corner of the mouth, and the woman climbed past the child.

I do not know why, looking at the expression on the woman’s face, Locke felt very hot.

“Stop,” he ordered arrogantly.

The woman ignored him, moved her arm with trembling motion and rushed toward the child. Seeing mama approaching him, the boy’s face showed the same expression as being saved.

At this point, a gun arrived on her head.

The woman lifted her head in a sly manner, and a grim smile appeared on her face.

“Can, can’t be here,” she pleaded with a trembling voice.

From the moment she rushed out of the crowd, she became clear about her own end. Anyone who dared to rebel against them died without exception.

If possible, she does not want to die in front of her children.

Locke’s mouth raised a disdainful laughter, this person actually wanted to talk to him about the conditions?

“Let her go.”

A man stood up, his legs and shoulders trembling, and Locke scorned.

“I would like to die for her.” This sentence seems to have exhausted his whole body’s courage.

The woman looked at the man with her eyes wide open and she lost her blood on her face.

The lips of the cognac opened and they pleaded weakly.

“No, to-”

“Then you’re going to die.” Locke raised his hand and it was a shot. Bullet ran through his chest and even wounded the old man behind him.

“what–!”

The crowd screamed and screamed, the woman screamed with rage, and the boy widened his eyes and looked at the father who had fallen in the snow.

Looking at the woman who rolled and rushed to her husband, Locke’s face showed a morbid and satisfying smile.

He raised his muzzle and was preparing to execute the woman who dared to soil his feet.

But at this moment, Wang Ping who stood beside him gently reached out and put his hand on his muzzle.