Tang Zheng did not carry a mountaineering bag this time, but chose a 35L 3p attack bag, desert color, imitation military product. In fact, you can buy a lossless tactical backpack at Trojans that is better than the genuine one, but he has no use for this backpack.
It's just to deceive others.
It is convenient to use the space watch to switch weapons, but it is still awkward to access and replace the magazine, so Tang Zheng had to wear a tactical vest. The palms of the two three-defense suits were also cut off, and the mouth of the bowl was tied with tape to expose the watch.
Wearing full-finger tactical gloves, and when not fighting, there are thick cotton gloves on the outside.
Tantai Zongqi and Gao Yu have similar equipment. They are also Type 95 rifles, but the latter carries an extra m200 sniper rifle. There are also differences in pistols. One is Type 92 and the other is Desert Eagle. As
As a child who grew up playing CS, Gao Yu likes the silver sand eagle very much, regardless of whether he can control the recoil with his own strength.
"Here we come." Rosicky greeted, looked at his watch, and then began to wave, "It's time, let's go."
The group of two hundred people made all kinds of noisy noises, like swarming ants, carrying their luggage and leaving in an orderly manner. They were talking and laughing, with relaxed expressions. They were obviously used to this kind of long journey.
"Captain, what's your name? After joining the group, I can't call you that." Old Paul came over with his son and immediately stretched out his hand to help carry the bag.
"No need, just call me Tang Zheng." Tang Zheng introduced the names of the three people, and then his eyes fell on some adventurers, "They brought too many things, right? How can they fight?"
Old Paul was not embarrassed by Tang Zheng's refusal. After all, he was just making a gesture. If he really carried his backpack, he wouldn't be exhausted. After all, walking in the snow, even a child knows every physical strength
Try not to waste it as much as possible.
"Those are single men, and they have all their belongings in their backpacks. Of course they have to carry them with them. As for whether they are tired or not, you will know when you go to the surface later." Little Paul explained, but his eyes were on the grenade launcher.
It wandered up and down, and then landed on the magazine pouch of the tactical vest, eyes burning with excitement.
This time Tang Zheng left from the exit of the subway station and saw the parliamentary soldiers who set up roadblocks to collect taxes. These were obviously not fat employees. Each of them huddled in the corner and slept with their arms folded, without any signs of life.
"Tang Zheng, are you here too?" Gao Wei was very happy to see his fellow villagers. He trotted over and carried the Bayi Bar that he had been holding on to his chest behind his back, breathing in to warm his hands.
"Here, let's have a cigarette to warm ourselves up." Gao Yu also knew what it meant to have an experienced and good warrior by his side, so he handed over a cigarette to establish a good relationship, "Where are Xiao Du and the three female models?"
"Thank you." Lao Gao went to the lighter and lit it, then blew out a smoke ring and said, "I asked them to stay behind. I will go out to explore the situation first, and I will make plans later."
"Do you know what happened to the other people who left?" Gao Yu stamped his feet. The further up he went, the colder he felt.
"The urban management and the hawkers got into the brothels. Chu Baichuan spent a magazine and rented a house in the West District. By the way, we also live in the West District." Lao Gao saw Gao Yu's ambiguous eyes and immediately explained, "We don't know anything.
No, those three female models just wanted to seek asylum and had no intention of dedicating themselves. Xiao Du is also a decent person, so don’t worry."
"What happened to you is none of my business." Gao Yu yelled. The three female models who left were mediocre in appearance. He didn't even bother to take a look. Among the twelve girls, Xu Biyun and Li Meilian were the most beautiful, but they were not as good as Qin Yan.
, Gao Yu has already set his target on her. As for Ying Shang Wu, he doesn't dare to pursue her.
The two people chatted and did not notice the envious eyes of the adventurers. Cigarettes were a luxury item. Even the heads of the parliament only occasionally smoked one. They actually smoked one after another.
The clouds are spitting out mist, and I don’t know how to cherish it at all.
After leaving the subway station, the wind and snow that had been raging all day had stopped. Although the sun was hanging in the sky, there was no feeling of warmth. The cold wind blew through, like a steel needle, stinging the skin.
After testing the radiation with a Geiger counter, it was slightly above the safe value. Tang Zheng sighed and had to take out the three-proof mask and put it on. The cold plastic touch immediately made him shiver.
"Damn it, I must prepare a hood and snow camouflage next time." Gao Yu cursed, obviously he was very cold.
The residents of the wasteland have long been familiar with this low temperature, and without any emotion, they took the time to get busy. They took out their homemade skis and placed them on the snow, then put their luggage on them and dragged them with a rope.
"Damn it, why didn't I think of that?" Gao Yu looked regretful and decided to buy a large-capacity space backpack next time he earned points, so that he could hold everything.
Not only the skis, but also the sled was prepared by Tang Zheng. However, the thing was too big to fit in the tactical backpack. If he took it out out of thin air, he would be suspected. Fortunately, Old Paul had skis, which saved him the trouble.
What follows is a three-day long journey. Occasionally, there are a few stragglers, but no one will wait. The team members are hurrying on their way and only have five or six hours of rest every day. It must be said that the difficult environment has made them super strong.
Even Lao Gao is a little tired from such a high-intensity march, but they just take a nap, and they will be full of energy the next day. Look at what they eat, black bread is the staple food, but they are reluctant to eat it every day.
They all have rations, and except for those who are lucky enough to hunt wild beasts to improve their food, they are in a state of semi-starvation the rest of the time.
"If these people were brought back to modern times, all of them would be materials for the special forces." Lao Gao followed, muttering in a low voice, "I estimated that these people's physiques are twice that of ordinary people."
"Definitely, the weak ones have been eliminated naturally." Gao Yu chewed a piece of chocolate and said, "I can't believe what shape these guys will have when they are full?"
Tang Zheng didn't care about these conversations. The bullets of the Gauss sniper rifle were too expensive and he didn't want to waste them, so he practiced marksmanship with the m200 he borrowed from Gao Yu. The principles of sniping were the same anyway. In four days, he had shot more than a thousand shots.
Shooting bullets made a group of adventurers feel distressed. How did such a master who likes to waste materials survive?
However, Tang Zheng's popularity surpassed Rosicky's and became the highest in three days. There was no other way. Anyone who hunted prey every day and improved food for everyone for free would be a little grateful.
Bang, Tang Zheng once again aimed at a target a thousand meters away and fired, then pulled the bolt. Ding, a yellow bullet casing jumped out and fell into the snow, making a hissing sound and a cloud of white mist.
When Tang Zheng stood up, before Tang Zheng could change his position, several wastelanders following behind him had already rushed up and grabbed the bullet casings.
Tang Zheng was already used to it. After he said he didn't want the bullet casings, those people started to pick them up after him.
"Xiao Tang, you are very talented in shooting." Lao Gao looked back and said with a smile, "Why don't you use those auxiliary equipment? Ballistic calculation computers and weather tracking devices are both good things. At least they can make people shoot better.
allow."
"If they break, we have to rely on the feeling and experience of the shooter." Gao Yu finally found an opportunity to brag, pretending to be a sniper master, and what he said was nothing more than the rules he read on the Internet.
On the fourth day, Tang Zheng had begun to leave the team frequently. He stayed in one place to practice his marksmanship for an hour, and then rode a raptor to catch up. Before being seen by them, he would put away his mount again, so he made good use of his time.
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In addition to being depressed about not being able to pick up bullet casings, the Wastelanders also marveled at Tang Zheng's excellent physical strength. Whenever he thought he was falling behind, he would catch up. After wasting nearly 20,000 bullets, Tang Zheng was finally able to accurately and continuously
Shoot a coin at 1,500 meters.
On the sixth day, Tang Zheng switched to the Gauss sniper rifle. After all, this is a commonly used weapon, and he still needs to get familiar with it. Among the five types of bullets, high-explosive bullets are the cheapest, so they naturally became the first choice.
"I'm tired of hitting fixed targets every day!" After the novelty wore off, Tang Zheng returned to his lazy state. He was riding a raptor back to the team when he suddenly heard a shrill scream, followed by crackling gunshots.
and human roars.
"Is someone hunting?" Tang Zheng immediately put away his mount, ran under a cedar tree, climbed into the snowdrift, stretched out the m200's muzzle, and looked quietly through the scope.
Five minutes later, a dozen mutants wearing only rags and furs came into view. They were carrying packages and running away in a hurry. This was obviously a family, old and young, with a few of the strongest men carrying children.
, with a rifle hanging on his chest, running wildly. He was said to be an old man, that is, in his fifties.
Bang, a gunshot rang out, and a man in his forties immediately fell onto the snow. The blood spurting from his chest was even more dazzling against the white snow.
Strange screams and whistles came one after another. When the team of adventurers in tattered clothes appeared in sight, Tang Zheng understood that they were a team hunting mutants on the surface.
Gunshots continued, and another man fell. The adventure group consciously avoided women and children. Those who would be their slaves could not of course be killed.
"About twenty people!" After taking a rough look at the composition of the opponent's team, Tang Zheng pointed his gun at the last adventurer and at the same time took off his cotton gloves so that his fingers could pull the trigger more flexibly.
The guy in the scope had an anxious look on his face, obviously afraid that others would take away all the loot. Tang Zheng didn't hesitate at all. He moved the gun slowly with him, and after aiming the crosshair at his chest, he pulled the trigger.
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With a bang of gunfire, a ball of blood burst out from the guy's chest and fell to the snow. Tang Zheng immediately moved the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at the next target.
Because of the addition of a silencer and the fact that the adventurers were frantically chasing the mutants, no companions were found to have been killed.
Bang, the second unlucky man was shot dead. Tang Zheng pulled the bolt of the gun and loaded it, his hand steady without any trembling. He had repeated this action tens of thousands of times in the past few days.
