Where there should be four seasons, in this new era, there are still four seasons, but the meaning is somewhat different. Spring means awakening, big bears, stone dragons, small blood-sucking flies and fluorescent fleas will wake up from their slumber, and they are naturally extraordinarily ferocious after being hungry for a whole winter. Little guys like blood-sucking flies are not much less dangerous than Iron Armored Bears. God knows how many kinds of plagues can kill people quickly in this era, and almost every type of bacteria or virus regards blood-sucking flies as the most suitable. Carrier. And every year, the types of plagues are increasing rapidly. The profession of a doctor has never been so important, nor has it been so powerless.
However spring is still the best season. Summer is extremely hot, and the strong ultraviolet rays in the sun are fatal to most creatures, even those mutated animals or humans are no exception. Autumn is no longer the harvest season. The food and fruits of the old era have long been extinct because they cannot adapt to the new environment. Therefore, all living things need to worry about food. Most of the plants that can grow happily in the harshest environments are even more dangerous than skinks. As for winter, the only thing to consider is not to starve to death before spring.
The thin gray clouds in the sky were constantly changing, revealing an extremely beautiful blue sky, and the sun poured down like fire, pouring on the ground that was dry and cracked due to the intense heat. The moment the sun went down, Turner lowered the goggles on his helmet. This soldier's goggle from the old days can filter glare and ultraviolet rays to protect the eyes. Although today's ultraviolet rays are many times stronger than in the past, the surviving humans are also adapting to the new environment. As for those delicate humans, they have long been turned into dead bones in the wilderness. The ultraviolet light coming through the goggles was strong enough to blind, but to Turner, it was just a little too bright. The eight soldiers following behind him were also strong enough. Although the sunlight would make them uncomfortable, it still wouldn't affect their actions.
Turner rested his right hand on the refurbished M3A automatic rifle, looked at the surrounding terrain, and made a gesture with his left hand, and the team followed him. Every soldier in the team wears a camouflage uniform and is equipped with an automatic rifle, which also includes a grenade gun. Although the uniforms of the soldiers were somewhat worn out and the styles of weapons were not uniform, this still showed that they were a real army, not a random armed team like mob bandits. This army has ranks, tactics, logistics, and training, and most importantly, the organization that can support such an army is definitely not small.
The 43-year-old Turner has nearly 20 years of military experience and is also a good officer who can be relied on. At this moment, he is leading the team on a bare ridge. The advantage of this is that the line of sight is very good, and he can see all the range of more than ten kilometers. As for whether there are trees that can block the sun, Turner doesn't care. Large areas of green often mean unpredictable dangers.
The howling of rotten wolves echoed in the mountains, and Turner immediately looked in the direction of howling wolves. His pupils expanded and contracted rapidly, and the shape of his eyeballs changed slightly accordingly. Without a telescope, his eyes locked on a few small black spots several kilometers away. Only then did Turner raise the binoculars. In the lens, he could see a few gray-black rotten wolves circling restlessly on the reddish-brown rocks, looking up to the sky and howling from time to time.
Turner's vision range is 1.5 times that of normal people, and the price is to spend an evolution point, or to put it bluntly, an opportunity for genetic modification. Ordinary people may only have one or two possibilities for genetic improvement in their lifetime. Most people choose to strengthen their muscle strength or physical defense, but Turner has no regrets about using his evolution points on his eyesight. In battles in the wilderness, being able to detect danger a moment earlier means that there is a little more chance of survival.
"Damn it! It looks like these guys have grown in size again." Turner cursed a few words, and then led his men towards the valley. These rotten wolves didn't know what had happened, but they actually came out to move around during the day when the sun was so strong. They were nocturnal creatures. But Turner didn't need to know this, it was enough to judge that there was a wolf den in the valley based on experience. Summer is also the breeding season for rotten wolves. At this time, there should be a few weaned pups in the wolf den. His task is to find out the progress of the mutation of the rotten wolves and other creatures in this area, to see if there are any new unknown creatures, and to bring back the corpses of a few rotten wolves for the base to study every three months.
Generally speaking, this task required Turner and his men to walk in the wilderness for more than half a month, but the difficulty was not high. This desolate area with a radius of more than 100 kilometers, Turner has long been familiar with it. He can count which places are suitable for which kind of creatures to live and survive with his eyes closed. With the firepower of his nine-man team, even if he encounters a large wolf pack with hundreds of rotten wolves, he can completely handle it.
But the problem is that in this day and age, everything is changing rapidly. Turner watched the rotten wolf gradually grow in size. At first, it only took one bullet to kill an adult rotten wolf. Now it usually takes two or three bursts to kill it. They are getting faster and stronger. In the words of the research director of the base, in the past 12 months, the average body weight of adult rotting wolves has increased by 12%, their muscle strength has increased by 23%, their agility has increased by 18%, and their ability to resist blows has increased by 35%. The resistance is increased by 50%.
Of course, Turner couldn't remember, nor was he interested in remembering such a precise and rigorous statement. His way of thinking was more simple and vivid: the rotten wolves were getting bigger and more dangerous. His team used to be able to deal with 150 rotten Wolves, now they can only cope with packs of no more than a hundred wolves, that's all. Although everything seemed to be under the control of the base, every time Turner went on a mission, the feeling of uneasiness in his heart would become stronger. Can you imagine a rotting wolf as big as a tiger and as intelligent as a man? Turner had dreamed of this more than once.
A few kilometers of mountain road is half an hour's journey for Turner and his team who are good at mountain warfare. Seeing the arrival of Turner and others, the adult male rotting wolf on the rock crouched down, bared its drooling fangs, and let out a low growl from its throat. This is a very typical behavior of rotten wolves protecting their territory, which means that there is a wolf den behind them, and there are still many young wolves in it who have not yet been weaned and cannot keep up with the big wolf's footsteps.
The territory of rotten wolves is usually very large, and a valley full of caves may only have this group of rotten wolves. Turner didn't want to search caves one by one. He made a gesture, and a veteran behind him picked up his automatic rifle. The first burst shot knocked a rotten wolf into the air, and then the second burst followed, and three rounds All the bullets shot into the rotting wolf's struggling body, knocking it into several somersaults. The remaining rotten wolves whimpered, ignoring their companions, and fled deep into the valley with their tails between their legs.
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The second part of the second chapter 2000 words
Turner waved the submachine gun and said, "Lucas, it's up to you!" Sniffing all the way to the depths of the valley. Although the pungent smell of rotten wolves is everywhere in the valley, Lucas's nose is no worse than that of rotten wolves. Go, so there is no mistake at all. The nine-member team walked unhurriedly, and gradually reached the center of the valley. Their goal is very clear, it is a cave several hundred meters away, and a few dry bones can still be seen at the entrance of the cave.
As usual, Turner left two soldiers guarding the entrance of the cave, and led the rest of the soldiers into the cave to search. He is not worried about ambushes. In narrow and deep caves, the high-firing and powerful M3A is almost irresistible. What's more, five of the eight people brought this time are veterans who have performed more than ten missions. They have all enhanced their genes at least once, which is enough to deal with any situation. Some team members have already begun to assemble simple animal cages. One live rotten wolf cub is worth more than ten dead wolves.
The cave is not deep, and after walking more than 30 meters into it, it came to an end. However, apart from piles of dead bones, there were only piles of hay, and there was no sign of the little wolf at all. Turner's face was ashen, staring at the haystack, the corners of his eyes were twitching. He suddenly cut open the haystack with the muzzle of his gun, revealing rocks covered with filth, but still no sign of the little wolf. "Lucas, you..." Someone had just said half a sentence before Turner interrupted roughly: "Shut up the fuck! Lucas can't make mistakes!" Turner squatted down, He took out his bayonet, picked up a bunch of fresh-looking wolf dung, took a closer look, stood up suddenly, pulled the bolt of the M3A with a bang, and shouted: "Damn it, this is a trap! Let's go! "
An old bird from behind followed up and said, "Hey! Boss, who set a trap for us, don't tell me it's a rotten wolf! Haha..." He laughed twice, and found that there was no one around to respond, He had no choice but to stop resentfully, and shrugged helplessly. He also smelled danger, but making a joke at this time should be a good way to relieve tension. Turner quickened his pace, and said in a low voice: "It's probably a rotten wolf! God, I hope I'm wrong!" They strode away, and in a few steps they went around the last bend and came to the entrance of the cave. However, the two people guarding the entrance of the cave bent over, trembling, and stepped back into the cave step by step! Without saying a word, Turner rushed to the entrance of the cave, pulled the two people apart, and looked out of the cave.
Turner's eyes widened suddenly, and the dark brown pupils were filled with dense rotting wolves! "God! There are at least three hundred rotten wolves!" Turner's heart tightened suddenly, and he could barely breathe!
Turner suddenly smelled a faint stench in his nose, and the instinct he had developed over the years of fighting made him immediately jump backwards, and at the same time shot a long burst at the opening of the cave. A black shadow flitted across the air like lightning, its sharp teeth closed at the position where Turner's neck should have been, and then five hot bullets completely knocked his entire belly away!
This is a strong male wolf with a head and a foot weighing 30 kilograms. It was driven several meters away by the impact of the bullet. After landing and rolling a few times, almost all internal organs had fallen off, and it was still struggling to stand. He got up, swayed and let out a menacing growl towards the entrance of the cave, until another male wolf bit off its neck bone with one bite. thump! Turner fell heavily on his back, knocking down two of his soldiers. When he was helped up, he realized that the cold sweat had already soaked his inner and outer clothes completely! An old bird glanced out of the cave, his face paled immediately, and said: "Boss, it seems that we are trapped." The other looked at the walkie-talkie in his hand, shook his head, and said, "Nothing at all. Signal from the base."
"We have food and water for another ten days."
"We only have one base of ammunition, and that's not enough to kill them all."
Several veterans reported the situation of supplies by themselves, and Turner's face became more and more ugly the more he heard it. He stood cautiously one meter away from the entrance of the cave, looking out, the more he looked, the more chill he felt in his heart. The strong rotten wolves were patrolling back and forth, and their saliva dripped on the scorching rocks in the valley, evaporating white smoke. However, although they were hungry, they all stayed 500 meters away from the entrance of the cave. It seems that they also know that beyond this distance, the power and accuracy of automatic rifles will be greatly reduced. More than 300 rotten wolves in the valley made it impossible for Turner's team to break through. If they escaped from the shelter of the cave, the fast and agile rot wolf only needs to surround them on all sides, and a single charge can tear the entire team to pieces.
Turner retreated into the cave, sat down against the cave wall, and said, "It seems that these rotten wolves are trying to trap us here. There are two guards at the entrance of the cave, and the shift changes every two hours. Lucas, Bo Greg, you two start first, and the others rest. I hope we are lucky enough that the reinforcements from the base can find us."
The soldiers sat down against the cave wall one after another, closed their eyes and fell asleep, and now they had to save their energy, and no one knew how long they would have to stay here.
But almost no one can really fall asleep, and there is always a lingering question in everyone's mind, how did these rotten wolves suddenly become so smart? They know how to lay a trap, and they know how to avoid the most lethal range of automatic rifles. And even though they were hungry, none of the wolves would cross that invisible boundary line. This kind of performance was simply like...
army! !
"Boss! Come and see!" Lucas suddenly called out hastily. He deliberately lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing something. Turner moved cautiously to the hole and looked out. Following the direction of Lucas' finger, he finally saw the leader of the wolf pack.
This is a different wolf. Its huge body and smooth pure black fur are rare among rotten wolves, but the most shocking thing is that this wolf is standing!
Occasionally, the alpha wolf will land on its four paws, but most of the time it stands upright, commanding the pack of rotten wolves with howls of different lengths and heights and front paws. An experienced old bird listened carefully for a long time before exclaiming: "There are more than 30 syllables at least! If these syllables can be combined, it is simply language. Is this really a rotten wolf?" He sat down against the cave wall, closed his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Of course it is a rotten wolf. It is not surprising that rotten wolves can talk. In these days, anything can happen. … You have to find a way Kill it!"
Berg is the sniper in the team. He set up the SVD sniper rifle and slowly used the cross star in the scope to trap the wolf. The alpha wolf was a thousand meters away from the cave, and it was obviously more vigilant and agile than ordinary rotten wolves. If you want to hit with one hit at this distance, unless you are an ability domain user who has strengthened the secondary sniper specialization, and uses a new sniper firearm produced by a large company in the new era. Berg is not a shooter with a sniper specialization of the second level, and he is still holding an antique sniper rifle from the old era. Whether he can hit it depends on luck.
"...you have to find a way to kill it!" Berg kept repeating to himself in his heart, and the cross patiently moved with the wolf. Finally! The alpha wolf straightened his body and stretched his nose to sniff something in the air. Of course, Berg would not miss such a rare opportunity, and he immediately and decisively pulled the trigger!
boom! The huge recoil hit Berg heavily on the shoulder, pushing him back ten centimeters. However, Berg could see clearly through the scope. At the moment when the gun spewed sparks, the alpha wolf suddenly fell down with incredible agility and disappeared among the wolves! A second later, a huge blood flower bloomed on a rotten wolf, cutting off almost all of its flexible and powerful waist. However, Berg's heart sank to the bottom. There is only one such opportunity, and since he missed it, there will be no next time. Berg buried his head in his arms helplessly. A rough, powerful and warm hand patted Berg's shoulder, and then Turner's unique calm voice sounded in Berg's ear: "In the past twenty years, I have done worse things than this Less. Don't overthink it, lad. If you can't do it, none of us here can. There are times when we just have to do our best and leave success to luck."
Three days passed.
The alpha wolf is still coordinating and directing the actions of the pack and maintaining order. Those rotten wolves who refused to obey were killed by it one by one. When necessary, it still walks upright, but never stays in one place, and more often, it completely disappears among the wolves. Except for the appearance of a wolf, it looks more like a calm, cruel and cunning human commander from every aspect.
"I have to find a way to kill it..."
On the ridge, a green eye with gray stripes was staring at the wolf. He didn't know when he fell down on this ridge overlooking the entire valley, and the thick yellow-brown blanket wrapped his whole body, making him perfectly integrated with the surrounding rocks. He didn't know how long he observed, and finally, a gun muzzle wrapped with brown cloth strips protruded from under the blanket one by one, and the old-fashioned front sight above the muzzle slowly caught the wolf's head.