I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1156: Blood case caused by a box of cans
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The wind and frost like a knife, cutting the frozen soil.
It is clearly the mid-autumn season, but there is a layer of hoarfrost on the bricks and tiles.
The boots stepped on the rubble between the broken walls and made a creaking noise. The cold muzzle looked through every shadow of the ruins, did it make a cold gunshot or two. Black cotton gloves fumbled from the blood-stained body, not even letting go of a trophy.
Even if it is a piece of blasted and broken winter clothes, they will take out the cotton core and temperature control chip that have not been scorched, and take it to the nearby supply truck.
As for those corpses that have been stripped, they are randomly piled on the open ground, letting the hungry scavengers such as mutant cockroaches and mice eat, and even cremation is eliminated.
Cremation needs fuel, and it is about to enter the winter. They do n’t want to waste any fuel, let alone waste it on the dead.
A few hundred meters away from the Badaling military outpost, hundreds of tanks of various models were quietly parked on the open ground, surrounded by dozens of semi-tracked base cars the size of old-fashioned train cars. Tires with large discs sank into the dirt, and the four-tracked caterpillars supported the entire carriage.
A line of soldiers wearing mechanical exoskeletons patrolling the camp with a rifle. Even aliens as strong as death claws, from the neat queue, smelled the smell of death, wandering on the edge of the shadow rubbing their fangs, but dared not get close to half a step.
These Russians never camped.
The base cars surrounded by tanks are their barracks, warehouses, and even factories. Put down the brackets on the chassis, and workers can lift their hammers and pick up files to work.
They used to be the CCCP's border guards, stationed in the frozen soil in the easternmost part of Siberia, and opposed the Americans of Alaska across the sea. They inherited the Soviet heritage and ended their mission in the tenth year after the war and began to migrate south.
They lose their organization like nomads centuries ago, and the city is their pasture.
From the wilderness of Siberia's extreme east, all the way south, to the land of pan-Asian cooperation. Just like the locusts crossing the border, stamping out the fire of civilization in the ashes, and eating the ruins of the city into bones with no leftovers ...
In order to survive, they have pushed their survival skills to the limit. No one knows the essence of waste picking better than them. Even the most experienced waste pickers in Wanghai City will feel deeply desperate if they go to a city that has been patronized by these old Maozis.
Now, they finally survived the cold wasteland and arrived at the legendary rich land ...
"Compared with Wuerian, the weather here is simply warm like spring."
Sitting on a chair, the beard-filled man looked out the window, grinning at the corners of his mouth, and the wrinkles on his face scuffled together. If he were given a pair of blindfolds and a captain's hat, the whole person would look like an old-time pirate.
On the table in front of him was a small half of vodka. The galvanized sickle and hammer on the bottle had been worn away, leaving only the bare surface.
He has been drinking this bottle of wine for almost half a year. He usually puts it in a box. He will take it out only when he is in a good mood. Unscrew the cork and take a sip or two to reminisce about the beautiful era.
Obviously, he is in a good mood now.
And it's pretty good.
As he stared out of the window, the base car door opened. A boot stepped into the house, and a middle-aged man wearing a CCCP military coat came in. After standing in front of him, he performed a military salute neatly.
"Replenishment statistics are complete."
"How about the harvest?" Yegor asked lazily.
"It's quite rich! There are more than fifty boxes of nutrient mixtures above grade C, which is enough for us to use for half a month." Sminov replied.
"Should it be said that it is the legendary place of fertility?" Eyebrows were raised slightly, Ye Geer smiled cruelly, and the wrinkles on his face became more and more ruthless, "The harvest of a military outpost, hurry The survivors of the Upper Siberian Wilderness have settled. "
He smiled very happily, although in the eyes of others, this smile was so grim.
"In addition, we found this in the personal belongings of their commander." Then, Sminov took out a box of aluminum cans from his waist and handed them to the chief.
The smile on Yegor ’s face froze.
Instead of shock, it is unbelievable and ecstatic.
He grabbed the can on the table, grabbed the dagger on the table, and cut a hole in the can. The oily gravy immediately oozed down the knife edge, and within less than ten seconds, the whole room was filled with the aroma of braised beef.
Sminov swallowed, and looked away, trying not to look at the can.
Holding the knife and wiping it on the mouth, feeling the scent spread along the taste buds, Ye Geer smashed his mouth, trying to make the delicacy stay at the tip of his tongue for a while. At this moment, he was almost about to leave tears of excitement.
Suddenly, Yegor came awake.
He glanced at Sminov first and saw that he did not look at himself. Then he pressed the crack on the can with his thumb and turned the can to the back. I saw small lines lined up on the bottom of the can.
【Canned Fish Bone Brand Beef】
[Materials: beef, salt, monosodium glutamate, spices ...]
[production date: 2192]
It really was produced after the war!
Yegor only felt his heart beating, as if a beautiful woman who had stripped her toes, was standing in front of him, scratching her head and tempting him.
Canned beef!
When was the last time he ate meat, he could not remember clearly.
Ten years ago? Fifteen years ago?
However, the most exciting thing he could n’t help but want to yell out is that what bones are afraid that others do n’t know where they are, so he still adds a line after the production date.
[Place of Origin: Food Processing Factory, Sixth Block, Wanghai City]
Leaving the canned beef aside, Yegor stared at Sminov.
"How many such cans?"
Sminov bowed his head tremblingly and replied.
"This is all. But in other soldiers' private luggage, we also found some compressed biscuits, instant noodles and the like ..."
"Both are fish bones?"
"Exactly ..." Sminov nodded and replied.
"Okay!" Yegor inserted the knife into the aluminum alloy table and stood up suddenly, laughing loudly, "What a fish bone! What a **** bless our East Siberian Border Guard! Sure enough, paradise is there South! "
Yes, Yegor stared, and ordered to Sminov.
"Pass my order, the whole army set off and advance 20 kilometers to the southeast. In addition, let the 13th tank company depart, and now go to the city to try the skills of the survivors of Beijing City! It ’s a group of fat sheep, then let ’s go ahead! ”
"Yes!" Sminov saluted and turned away.
"After we hit Shangjing City, we will go all the way to the south and look at what Wanghai City! Look at how many fat cows they have and how many acres of land!"
Looking at the canned beef on the table, Yegor laughed wildly.
All resistance will be turned into powder under the track of the tank!
No one can stop his steel torrent!
Anyone! Any organization!
Ye Geer looked toward the distance with a sip of gravy on his thumb.
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