Places that should have four seasons, in this new era, still have four seasons, but the meaning is slightly different. .

Spring means awakening. Everything from violent bears and stone dragons to blood-sucking flies and fluorescent fleas will wake up from their slumber. They have been hungry for a whole winter and are naturally particularly ferocious. Little guys like blood-sucking flies are not much less dangerous than armored bears. In this era, God knows how many kinds of plagues can kill people quickly, and almost every type of bacteria or virus regards blood-sucking flies as the most suitable ones. Carrier. And every year, the types of plagues are increasing rapidly. The profession of doctor has never been so important, nor has it ever been so powerless.

However spring is still the best season.

Summer is scorching hot, and the strong ultraviolet rays in the sun are fatal to most living things, even those mutated animals or humans. Autumn is no longer the harvest season. The grains and fruits of the old era have long since become extinct because they cannot adapt to the new environment. Therefore, all living things need to worry about food. Most plants that can grow happily in the harshest environments are even more dangerous than stone dragons. As for winter, the only question to consider is not starving to death before spring comes.

The thin gray clouds in the sky kept changing, revealing a very beautiful blue sky, and the sun poured down like fire, pouring on the earth that was cracked by the heat.

The moment the sun fell, Turner put down the goggles on his helmet.

This individual soldier goggles from the old days can filter strong light and ultraviolet rays to protect your 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 become withered bones in the wilderness. The ultraviolet rays that passed through the goggles were strong enough to cause blindness, but to Turner, they were just a little too bright. The eight soldiers following him were strong enough. Although the sunlight at this time would make them uncomfortable, it would not affect their actions.

Turner held his right hand on the refurbished M3A automatic rifle, looked at the surrounding terrain, made a gesture with his left hand, and the team continued to follow him. Every soldier in the team wears camouflage uniforms and is equipped with an automatic rifle, which also contains a grenade gun. Although the uniforms of the soldiers are a bit shabby, and the styles of weapons are not uniform, ranging from the elite M3A of the old era to the popular AK series, it still shows that they are a real army, not a random patchwork of mob bandits. Armed troops. This army has ranks, tactics, logistics, training, and most importantly, the organization that can afford such an army is certainly not small.

The forty-three-year-old Turner has nearly twenty years of military experience and is also a good commander who can be relied on. At this moment, he was leading the team on a bare ridge. The advantage of this was that he had a good line of sight and could take in the entire area of more than ten kilometers. As for whether there are woods that can block the sun, Turner doesn't care. Large expanses of green often mean unpredictable dangers.

The howl of the rotten wolf echoed in the mountains, and Turner immediately looked in the direction of the howl. His pupils rapidly expanded and contracted, and the shape of his eyeballs changed slightly accordingly. Without a telescope, his eyes locked on a few small black spots several kilometers away. Turner then raised his telescope, and through the lens, he could see several rotten wolves with gray-black fur circling restlessly on the reddish-brown rock. From time to time, they looked up to the sky and let out a few long howls.

Turner's vision range is 1.5 times that of normal people, at the cost of an evolution point, or to put it bluntly, an opportunity for genetic modification. Ordinary people may only have the possibility of genetic improvement once or twice in their lifetime. Most people choose to enhance muscle strength or body defense, but Turner has no regrets in using his evolutionary points for vision. In a battle in the wilderness, being able to detect danger a moment earlier means having an extra chance of survival.

"Damn it! It looks like these guys have grown up again." Turner cursed a few times, then led his men towards the valley.

I don't know what happened to these rot wolves, but they actually came out during the day when the sun was so strong. They were a nocturnal species. But Turner didn't need to know this. Based on experience, he judged that there was a wolf den in the valley, and that was enough. Summer is also the breeding season for rot wolves. At this time, there should be several weaned wolf pups in the wolf den. His mission is to find out the mutation progress of rot wolves and other creatures in this area, to see if there are any new unknown creatures appearing, and to bring back several carrion wolf carcasses every three months for the base to study.

Generally speaking, this task requires Turner and his men to walk in the wilderness for more than half a month, but it is not difficult. Turner already knew this desolate area with a radius of more than 100 kilometers. He could count the places suitable for which kinds of creatures to live and survive with his eyes closed. With the firepower of his nine-man team, even if they encountered a large wolf pack with hundreds of rot wolves, they could still handle it.

However, the problem is that in this era, everything is changing rapidly. Turner watched the rot wolves gradually increase in size. The adult rot wolves that could be killed with just one bullet at first now often require two or three bursts to kill. They are becoming faster and stronger. In the words of the base's research director, in the past 12 months, the average weight of adult rot wolves has increased by 12%, their muscle strength has increased by 23%, their agility has increased by 18%, and their resistance to strikes 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 rot wolves were getting bigger and more dangerous. His team could deal with one hundred and fifty rot wolves in the past. Wolves, now they can only deal with packs of no more than a hundred wolves, that's it. Although everything seemed to be under the control of the base, Turner's uneasy feeling became stronger every time he went on a mission. Can you imagine a rotten wolf as big as a tiger and as intelligent as a human? Turner had dreamed of this more than once.

For Turner and his team who are skilled in mountain warfare, a few kilometers of mountain road is only half an hour away. Seeing the arrival of Turner and others, the adult male rot wolf on the rock lowered his body, bared his fangs dripping with saliva, and couldn't help but let out a low roar from his throat.

This is a very typical behavior of rot wolves protecting their territory. It shows that there is a wolf den behind them, and there are many young wolves in it who have not yet been weaned and cannot keep up with the big wolves.

The territories of rot wolves are usually very large, and there may be only this group of rot wolves in a valley full of caves. Turner didn't want to search the caves one by one. He made a gesture, and a veteran behind him picked up an automatic rifle. The first burst shot sent a rot wolf flying into the air, and then the second burst followed, three rounds. All the bullets were fired into Roulang's struggling body, causing it to turn over several times.

The remaining rot wolves whimpered, ignoring their companions, and fled deeper into the valley with their tails between their legs.

Turner waved the m3a and said: "Lucas, it's up to you!"

"Understood!" A young man who looked to be in his early twenties took off his mask, revealing a nose that was twice as big as an ordinary person, and sniffed all the way to the depths of the valley. Although the valley is filled with the pungent smell of rot wolves, Lucas's nose is no worse than that of rot wolves. For him, the smell of each rot wolf is so unique, plus they have just left. Go, so you won't admit your mistake at all.

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The nine-member team walked slowly and gradually reached the center of the valley. Their target was already very clear, which was a cave a few hundred meters away. A few dry bones could still be seen at the entrance of the cave.

As before, 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 a small, deep cave, the high-speed, powerful M3A is almost irresistible. What's more, five of the eight people brought this time are veterans who have been on more than ten missions. They have all had their genes enhanced at least once, which is enough to cope with any situation. Some team members have already begun to assemble simple animal cages. A live rotten wolf pup is worth more than ten dead wolves.

The cave is not deep, and after walking only about thirty meters, we reached the end. However, apart from piles of dead bones, there were only large piles of hay, and there was no sign of the little wolf at all.

Turner's face was livid, and he was staring at the haystack, his eyes twitching. He suddenly cut open the haystack with the muzzle of his gun. What was exposed underneath was a rock covered in dirt, but there was still no sign of the wolf cub.

"Lucas, you..."

Someone was mid-sentence when he was rudely interrupted by Turner: "Shut up! Lucas will never make a mistake!"

Turner squatted down, took out his bayonet, picked up a fresh-looking wolf dung, looked at it carefully, stood up suddenly, pulled the m3a's gun bolt open with a clatter, and shouted: "This is a trap! let's go!"

An old bird followed behind and said: "Hey! Boss, who set the trap for us, don't tell me it was Roulang! Haha..."

He laughed twice and realized that no one around him responded, so he had to stop 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 rot wolf! God, I really hope I'm wrong!"

They took a long stride, rounded the last bend in a few steps, and arrived at the entrance of the cave. However, the two people guarding the entrance of the cave bent down, trembling, and retreated step by step into the cave! Without saying a word, Turner rushed to the entrance of the cave, pulled the two people away, and looked out of the cave.

Turner's eyes suddenly opened wide, and the dark brown pupils were filled with densely packed rot wolves!

"God! There are at least three hundred rot wolves!" Turner's heart suddenly tightened and he could hardly breathe!

Turner suddenly smelled a faint fishy smell in his nose. The instinct developed from many years of fighting made him immediately jump backwards and at the same time shoot a long shot into the empty space at the entrance of the cave.

A black shadow passed through the air like lightning, and its sharp teeth were all set at the back of Turner's neck, and then five blazing bullets completely lifted its entire belly!

This was a strong male wolf weighing thirty kilograms. It was carried several meters away by the impact of the bullet. After landing on the ground and rolling a few times, almost all its internal organs had fallen off. It was still struggling to stand. It got up, shook towards the cave entrance and let out a low, menacing growl, until another male wolf bit off its neck bone in one bite.

thump! Turner fell heavily to the ground, knocking down two of his soldiers. When he was helped up, he realized that the cold sweat had already soaked through his inner and outer clothes!

An old bird looked out of the cave, his face immediately turned pale, and said: "Boss, it looks like we are trapped."

Another person checked the walkie-talkie in his hand, shook his head and said, "There is no signal from the base at all."

"We have food and water to last another ten days."

"We only have one base of ammunition left, which is not enough to kill them all."

Several veterans reported the supply situation on their own, and Turner's expression became uglier as he listened. He stood cautiously one meter away from the cave entrance and looked out. The more he looked, the more chilled he felt in his heart.

The strong rot wolves were patrolling back and forth, their saliva dripping on the hot rocks of the valley, evaporating into hissing white smoke. However, although they were hungry, they all stayed five hundred meters away from the cave entrance. It seems that they also know that beyond this distance, the power and accuracy of the automatic rifle will be greatly reduced. There were more than three hundred rot wolves in the valley, making it impossible for Turner's team to break out. If they escape the protection of the cave, the fast and agile rot wolves can just surround them from all sides and tear the entire team into pieces with a single charge.

Turner retreated into the cave, sat down against the cave wall, and said: "It seems that these rot wolves want to trap us here. Two people are guarding the entrance of the cave, and they change shifts every two hours. Lucas, Uncle "Ge, you two start first, while the others rest. I hope we are lucky enough and the reinforcements from the base can find us."

The soldiers sat down against the cave wall, closed their eyes and fell asleep. They must save their energy now. No one knows how long they will need to stay here.

But almost no one can really sleep. There is always a lingering question in everyone's mind: How did these rot wolves suddenly become so smart? They know how to set traps and avoid the most lethal range of automatic rifles. And even though they were hungry, none of the wolves would cross that invisible boundary. Such behavior was simply like...

army! !

"Boss! Come and see!" Lucas suddenly shouted urgently. He deliberately lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

Turner carefully moved to the entrance of the cave and looked out. Following the direction of Lucas's finger, he finally saw the leader of the wolf pack.

This is a unique wolf. Its huge body and smooth pure black fur are rare among rot wolves. However, the most shocking thing is that this wolf is standing!

Occasionally, the alpha wolf would drop its paws to the ground, but most of the time it would stand upright, directing the group of rot wolves with howls of varying lengths and front paws.

An experienced veteran listened carefully for a long time and then exclaimed: "There are more than thirty syllables at least! If these syllables can be combined, it is simply a language. Is this really a rot wolf?"

Turner had already sat down against the cave wall, closed his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Of course it is a rot wolf. It is not surprising that the rot wolf can talk. These days, anything can happen. ... We have to find a way to kill it!"

Berg was the sniper in the team. He set up his SVD sniper rifle and slowly used the cross star in the scope to trap the alpha wolf. The alpha wolf was a thousand meters away from the cave, and it was obviously more alert and agile than ordinary rot wolves. If you want to hit with one shot at this distance, you must be an ability domain user who has strengthened the secondary sniper specialization, and you are using a new sniper rifle produced by a large company in the new era. Berg is not a shooter who has reached the second level of sniper specialization. He is still holding an antique sniper rifle from the old era. Whether he can hit the target or not depends on luck.

"...We have to find a way to kill it!" Berg kept repeating to himself in his mind, and the cross star patiently followed the movement of the wolf.

finally!

The alpha wolf straightened his body and extended his nose to sniff something in the air. Of course Berg would not miss such a rare opportunity. He immediately and decisively pulled the trigger!

boom! The huge recoil hit Berg's shoulder heavily, pushing him back ten centimeters. However, Berg could see clearly in the scope. At the moment when sparks erupted from the muzzle of the gun, the alpha wolf suddenly lay 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 was only one such opportunity. Since he missed it,

, there will never be a next time.

Berg buried his head feebly in his arms.

A rough, strong and warm hand patted Berg's shoulder, and then Turner's unique steady voice sounded in Berg's ears: "In the past twenty years, I have done nothing worse than this." Less. Don't think too much, boy. If you can't do it, then no one here can do it. Sometimes, we just have to do our best and leave it to luck."

Three days passed.

The alpha wolf is still coordinating and directing the actions of the wolves and maintaining order. Those rot wolves that refused to obey were killed by it one by one. When necessary, it still walks upright, but never stays in one place for too long. Most of the time, it is completely hidden among the wolves. Except for the appearance of a wolf, from every aspect, it looks more like a calm, cruel and cunning human commander.

"We have to find a way to kill it..."

On the ridge, a green eye with gray stripes was staring at the alpha wolf. He didn't know when he was lying on the ridge overlooking the entire valley. The thick tawny blanket wrapped his body, making him perfectly integrated with the surrounding rocks. He didn't know how long he had been observing. Finally, the muzzle of a gun wrapped with brown cloth strips protruded from under the blanket. The old-fashioned sight above the muzzle slowly covered the head of the wolf.