Rise of the Wasteland

Palmyra, city ruins.

The Russian Su-24 returned to the base, and government forces outside the city were still afraid to come in. Several ISIS terrorists were sweeping back and forth across the rubble with guns, and immediately surrendered when they saw survivors. The killing of the man, the taking away of the woman, and even a little bit of beauty on the spot * unbridled.

A bearded man with a gun dragged a surviving young woman towards the corner. After experiencing the missile attack just now, the woman was a little stupid, and did not respond to the coming cricket, as if a walking dead.

The woman was thrown on the earth, her dress was picked up, torn, exposing her flesh. The beard pinched a few hands and was so happy that he couldn't find the north, and quickly took off the belt and took off his pants, exposing his two or two flesh, and squatted down to carry the woman's thigh.

But the moment the bearded man squatted, an iron palm suddenly stuck out in the floating soil and scratched outward, just grabbing the two or two flesh. The iron palm grabbed something and pulled down, seemingly to take advantage of it. But Beard could withstand this powerful force, and he sat down with a scream.

Hearing the beard, other ISIS terrorists around him watched. Just looking at the pose of the bearded man and the woman lying in front of his eyes, everyone just laughed when he was in the 'joyfulness'.

But the beard couldn't laugh, and he couldn't move in the severe pain, but could only tremble and lower his head slightly—I saw that the two or two pieces of flesh he had pinched had been squeezed by others, and ripped apart. Don't even think about doing that in this life.

"Save me, save me." Beard finally fell down and called back to his companion.

The surrounding terrorists realized that something was wrong, and quickly ran down the rifle on their shoulders. But at this time, the iron palm emerging from the ground finally found the force point, so a steel body was drilled from under the floating soil.

It is a T-45AM powered armor.

Seeing this, a group of ISIS terrorists suddenly fled like a bow, and turned and fled. Since this infantry equipment appeared on the Syrian battlefield, government forces have gained a great advantage. Had it not been for the continued support of the Americans, all anti-government forces would have been dead.

Ordinary firearms alone cannot deal with power armor. Terrorists flee as they call for support. They also expect their companions to call armed pickups carrying large-caliber heavy machine guns.

But that T-45AM wiped off the dust on the helmet observation equipment, a grenade launcher on the arm bounced out, and a few grenades swept the surrounding terrorists.

Waiting for the enemies to run away to die, T-45AM turned back and continued to plan the soil. Soon, two people, one large and one small, were planed from the floating soil, both in syncope.

"Mr. Hugo, are you still fierce? Now let me see who you are?"

Climbing out of the floating soil is naturally Valena. She is protected by armor and is the lightest and fastest recovering of the three. Zhou Qingfeng's clothes in front of her were tattered and extremely embarrassed, with only a weak breath on her chest.

Valena reached out and dragged Zhou Qingfeng's skull helmet. After pulling it for a few times, she couldn't move, she didn't know where it was locked. She wanted to be pretty strong with both hands, but Zhou Qingfeng, who had always been at the mercy of her, suddenly stretched out her feet and broke open her hundreds of kilograms of armor.

"Asshole, do you still want to cross me? I want you to **** fist ..." Valena is in a better state than Zhou Qingfeng. She swooped back quickly, holding Zhou Qingfeng's neck with one hand, and smashing Zhou Qingfeng's helmet with one fist.

It was just a mechanical sliding sound. Zhou Qingfeng's sonic cannon and laser bounced off at the same time, aiming at Varenna. His weak voice came from under his helmet. "I promise my laser will be faster than your fist. Would you like to try it?"

"Boy, you wake up very fast. Just treat the person who saved your life like this?" Valena retracted her fist and also loosened Zhou Qingfeng's throat.

Zhou Qingfeng was still lying on the ground. He turned around and looked around, struggling with his hands, and finally got a dose of treatment needle out of his pocket and pierced himself.

A few minutes later, Zhou Qingfeng finally sat up with strength. He saw that Valena was doing a resuscitation to 'Little Poor', so he asked, "Are there any water? My water bag is broken, and I am going to die of thirst."

"Then you die, I'm curious about you, and just searched your body." Valena said resentfully.

Zhou Qingfeng looked around again, and saw a bearded man lying on the ground, crawling and mourning, and a blood stain under his crotch looked very miserable. So he tried to stand up and slowly walked to the beard to search him ... but there was no water.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't find the gun when he touched his body, so he turned his back on Valena and took off his helmet. He pulled out a dagger, grabbed the beard's head and pulled it backwards, his sharp edge facing up.

Blood water splash.

Valina has just finished breathing recovery of 'Little Poor', and when she looks back, she immediately yells and yells, "Oh ... hell! You trash is drinking human blood?"

Bloody, bloody, blood tastes bad. But Zhou Qingfeng sighed with satisfaction after drinking a full stomach. He didn't look back, saying with a sullen expression: "What happened to me drinking human blood? Who kept you from giving me water to drink? Am I really going to die of thirst?"

Full of blood, Zhou Qingfeng, who was fiercely exposed, began to look around for food. There were even MRE military rations dispensed by the US military on the several corpses lying nearby. The calories and nutrition were very high, and the taste was okay. When he finished eating and put on his helmet and came back, I saw ‘Little Poor’ was crying.

"Little girl, you are still alive, don't cry. Look around, you are lucky." Zhou Qingfeng crouched down and advised, he also passed the remaining military rations to 'Little Poor', "Eat something , You can only survive if you are full. "

It ’s just that ‘little poor’ is still crying, she said hoarsely, “It hurts, my face hurts.”

It's okay not to talk about the pain. Zhou Qingfeng is also painful and uncomfortable. Both he and 'Little Poor' were blown by the high-temperature air waves generated when the 'Boom Axe' exploded. Although they were covered, they still had severe burns. The pain was unbearable at this moment.

Zhou Qingfeng has a strong recovery ability, and he can bear it if he has pain. But ‘Little Poor’ is just a five- or six-year-old child, and it is already brave and patient to cry without crying on the spot.

"Don't cry, don't cry. I have a way." The valuable needle was taken out by Zhou Qingfeng, and he tried to comfort: "Look, I have painkillers. Very effective painkillers."

After a shot, 'Little Poor' really did not cry ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ She was sitting on the mound to eat fruit fudge, and her eyes were fixed on Zhou Qingfeng, so that he would not leave his sight. .

"What kind of medicine did you put in? Did you give it to me before?" Valena was surprised by the effect of the treatment needle. Affected by the wall of infrasound, she survived her worst injuries. In the other two T-45AM planed out from the soil, the soldiers inside were dead.

"Don't ask me this kind of question that can't be answered." After drinking blood, piercing a needle, and having a meal, Zhou Qingfeng had strength again. He said to Valena, "You might as well think about what to do next?"

"What are you going to do? I have called the rescue helicopter, and I should evacuate at this time." Valina really hated to be able to tie Zhou Qingfeng away.

The ruins of the barren city in front of it are covered with creatures, and the fierce power of the 'Battle Axe' is already unmatched, and the strength of the Great America is revealed. The country that can be opposed to this earth is ..., there is none.

Really, America is really too strong!

"I don't want to go." Seeing Palmyra's encounter, Zhou Qingfeng's mood was down for no reason.

"You guys in Russia haven't experienced it and I don't understand how painful the Syrians are. I always look down on this weak and incompetent country and nation, but when I see a child like 'Little Poor', I can't help but feel sad.

More than a hundred years ago, my country encountered a more dangerous situation. It was really a moment of national peril. So I feel deeply about the tragic situation in Syria, which makes me have an inexplicable fear, a great fear, that the situation here will spread outward, ... "

Zhou Qingfeng's words carried a great deal of heavyness, as if thousands of burdens were on his mind. But he didn't keep talking, but just turned around with "Little Poor" and left.