Bring Interstellar to the end of the world

Chapter 7 Back to the Carbine

The last gleam of starlight faded, and the sun conquered the wasteland.

Tang Yan broke through the clods on the ground with one foot, and looked at the dilapidated village in front of him and let out a foul breath.

On the way from the place where he rested last night to the small town mentioned by the newcomers of the Pandaren Legion, he was besieged by several mutant dogs. Fortunately, the sky was clear, and he easily solved it with the weapons in his hand.

On both sides of the road are abandoned electric cars, weeds grow under the rusty light poles, glass fragments hang in the windows of the shops on both sides, and the decayed doors are ajar, with dirty dolls or broken dishes.

There are still traces of explosions on the main road, as if it was hit by a weapon such as a rocket.

Is this really a populated town?That guy is not lying to him, is he?

Tang Yan cheered up, took a look at the roof of the building with a sniper rifle, and continued to walk forward after making sure that there were no enemies in ambush.

"Look...that's wheat?"

Following Han Xin's gaze, he saw some green hidden behind the dilapidated house.

It seems like there are people living here, but...where have all the people gone?

He walked to the blockade line built with sacks and isolation nets, frowned at the cigarette butts and empty wine bottles on the ground.

The houses behind the blockade were locked, and the windows were sealed with wooden or iron plates, so that it was impossible to see what was going on inside.

After walking a few steps further, he left the main road and entered an alley, looking at the small buildings on the left and right along the way.

Most of the buildings have collapsed, and there are large and small bullet holes on the surface of the walls. Only the two small buildings at the end of the alley are still intact, and judging from the weeds in the courtyard, it seems that there are people living there.

He checked the interior of the small building in detail, and was sure that there were people living there, but he has left now, and he seems to have left in a hurry, and the daily things are scattered all over the place.

At this moment, Han Xin's shout came from the back of the room, which could be heard to be very nervous and frightened.

"Tang Yan, Tang Yan, hurry up... come and take a look."

He left the room, walked around to the back of the small building with a submachine gun in his hand.

Behind the alley is a wheat field, the growth is not vigorous, the plants are low and sparse.

There was a pond not far from the wheat field, presumably it was used by the villagers to store water. Han Xin stood by the edge of the pond and looked at him with a pale face.

He shook the gun in his hand and walked over quickly.

There was no water in the pond, but it was not clean because five dead bodies had fallen.

Judging from the death posture, they were trapped on the ground with their hands and feet, and were shot to death from behind.

The blood had dried up in a puddle around them.

Tang Yan noticed that these five people were all men and had injuries on their bodies. Judging from the condition of the bodies, they had not been dead for much time. It seemed that what happened last night.

Could it be... the Pandaren Legion did it?
The sight in front of him had to make him suspect that someone ransacked the village last night, killed all the wounded, and captured the rest as slaves.

There is absolutely no way that three or five people can accomplish something like this. It must be an organization of some size.

Back at the end of the alley, Han Xin told Fan Yong and Lang Aiping what happened next.

"Let's go, this village is ruined."

He didn't say anything, and planned to continue on his way, looking for the next human settlement.

At this moment, Fan Yong suddenly said: "Go by yourself, we decided to stay here, there are fields that can be planted, buildings that can shelter from wind and rain, there are cooking pots and stoves in the house, and some clothes to wear , although the life in the refuge is a bit more difficult, it is better than wandering around."

Yesterday's encounter frightened him and Lang Aiping. Not to mention the killers of the Pandaren Legion, they encountered two waves of mutant dogs two or three kilometers away from the No. 1001 refuge to the village. One can imagine how dangerous the future is.

Unlike him, they have adapted to this dangerous world.

Tang Yan didn't say anything, and continued to walk forward.

He doesn't care whether those people stay or leave, he won't stop anyway.

Han Xin looked at Fan Yong and Lang Aiping, and at Tang Yan's back, not knowing what to do.

"That... Mr. Tang..."

Tang Yan stopped and looked back at Lang Aiping: "Is there anything else?"

"I thought... would you leave us a weapon or two?"

There is a Type 88 sniper rifle hanging on the back of his shoulder, a Type 81 rifle in his bag, and a slamming submachine gun in his hand, which can be said to be a mobile firepower point.

After standing there and thinking for a while, he turned around and walked back, throwing the Type 81 rifle and three magazines in his bag to Fan Yong, and then took out the Luger pistol from his waist and handed it to Lang Aiping.

Without further ado, he turned and walked down the street.

Seeing that he had reached the entrance of the alley and would soon disappear from sight, Han Xin stomped his feet and gritted his teeth to catch up.

"Why did you follow me?" He asked coldly when he reached the village.

"I don't know." After saying this, she pondered for a moment and said, "A woman's intuition."

"Cut." Tang Yan was noncommittal to her answer: "I will not protect you in a dangerous situation."

Han Xin thought about what happened the moment he left shelter 1001, and smiled, but didn't say anything.

The road outside the village was rotten. Either the road surface was raised high, or the roadbed was sunken, and there were some bomb craters of different sizes. The vehicles next to them also showed signs of burning. It seemed that there had been many violent incidents around the village. fight.

After walking for about one kilometer, the two stopped beside an overturned truck, took out the jerky and a small half pot of water in the bag, and used it to deal with the growling stomach.

Han Xin used to live in Shelter No. 1001. The living conditions were many times better than those outside. She had never eaten such terrible food. She just managed to swallow a few mouthfuls and then couldn't eat anymore. She got up and walked around the truck. .

When she saw the mummy in the driver's cab tied up with a seat belt and subconsciously clenched her fists, there were continuous gunshots in the wind.

Da-da-da, da-da-da...

Tang Yan swallowed the jerky in a hurry, stood up holding the Type 88 sniper rifle, and looked towards the place where the gunshots came from.

A few figures flashed vaguely among the ruins of the building, but they couldn't be seen clearly from this position.

The gunfire was brief and the exchange of fire ended quickly.

He told Han Xin to hide in the carriage, and walked back with his back bent.

After a while, using the cover of weeds on the roadside, he came to the east wall of Cuntou Primary School, entered the small building in the courtyard through the collapse, went up to the third floor full of broken walls, and used the sight of the Type 88 sniper rifle to look at Inside the village.

Behind the blockade formed by cement bags and isolation nets stood two people with cigarettes in their mouths, as if they were communicating.

Near the center of the village, two other people pulled two corpses out of the alley and threw them in front of a middle-aged man kneeling with his head in his arms in the middle of the long street.

Behind the kneeling man with his head in his arms is a man wearing a bulletproof vest and a gas mask on his face. The gun in his hand is pointing to the back of his predecessor's head, and he looks like he may shoot at any time.

Tang Yan noticed that the two people standing behind the cordon had scorpion tattoos on their faces. Among the three people standing in the middle of the street, the unmasked bald side faces also seemed to have black tattoos. This seemed to indicate that the five people in front of them were not tramps in the wasteland, but Organized and disciplined team power.

Judging from the gas masks worn by the people in the body armor, they should not be from the Pandaren Legion.

In fact, it doesn't matter which bandit organization they come from, what matters is that he is very familiar with the two corpses on the ground, they are Fan Yong and Lang Aiping who parted ways with him not long ago.

It took only one meal before and after, and the two people who had left the shelter for less than a day died on the wasteland.

He didn't know what to say, and he didn't intend to say anything, because this was the rule of survival under the nuclear haze.

He just raised his gun and aimed it at the smoker whose back was turned to him.

The order of this world has collapsed, and the country no longer exists. What remains are only large and small bandit groups and separatist forces. The biggest criterion for everyone's actions is to live, and to live better.

He pulled the trigger.

A tongue of flame spewed out from the muzzle of the Type 88 sniper rifle, and the bullet shot away, piercing into the back of the smoker's head with a puff, blasting that head to pieces.

Blood was poured on the face of another smoker, who extinguished a lit cigarette.

Almost at the moment when the gunshots sounded, the three gangsters in the center of the street dispersed to the buildings on both sides as quickly as possible, leaving only the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground.

The smoking man, whose face was splashed with blood, reacted faster and threw himself directly behind the cement bag bunker, causing the second shot of the Type 88 sniper rifle to miss.

It can be seen that these people have a wealth of combat experience.

The reason why Tang Yan targeted the enemy near the hiding place instead of the person in the body armor in the distance was due to his own considerations.

After firing the shot, he left the hiding place as quickly as possible.

The system reported that 108 reward points had been collected, which meant that excluding the person whose head he had blown off, there were still 5 enemies.

As if to confirm his guess.

As soon as he got out of the way with his front legs, the wall of the hiding place where his back legs were hiding was cracked by a large-caliber bullet.

Obviously, the opponent also deployed snipers at high places.

He glanced back at the hole in the wall, then hid himself in the half-person-high barren grass in front of the primary school, circled towards the left rear at a slower speed, fixed his eyes on the direction of the primary school, and kept an eye on the enemy's movements.

After walking about 20 meters, a person appeared from the corner of the elementary school. It was another gangster smoking in front of the blockade.

The smoke doused by the blood hadn't spit out yet, the man's face was stained with a lot of blood, and he looked very hideous, like a bloodthirsty Rentu.

Tang Yan did not startle the enemy, and continued to sneak towards the left. With the cover of an overturned electric car, he sneaked sideways into an abandoned house, carefully passed the broken glass on the ground, and went up to the second floor through the stairwell.

Judging from the furnishings in the room, this room should have been a department store before the nuclear war. The color fades away and becomes a memory of the past.

Logically speaking, he shouldn't go deep into the village and town, he should ambush the people behind the smoker in the grass outside the elementary school, and then try to solve the smoker.

He didn't do that. After going up to the second floor of the supply and marketing agency to observe for a while, he crawled forward to the heavily wind-eroded outer wall, threw away the 88-type sniper rifle, and took out the newly exchanged Persen FN50 sniper rifle from the system space.

(End of this chapter)