Rise of the Wasteland

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When the 66-type 152mm howitzer fired, the muffled sound from the sky made the head of the third regiment Kulik think it was thunder and rain. But when a plume of smoke rises into the sky, people with a little common sense will be surprised that this is shelling.

The third regiment, which had not yet set off, was preparing to transfer, and was collectively dazed when it saw the smoke column. After the cataclysm has been rampant in Mexico for two years, these guys have never been fired.

Captain Kulick realized that the situation was not right. He hurried to his regiment and hoped to contact the battalion at the front to find out about the situation. He saw the lieutenant running in a panic. The latter shouted, "Sir, our striker has been shelled!"

As soon as the voice fell, a howling sounded above the sky. The sound sounded less than a second, and a 203-mm shell dropped.

The sound of palpitations made Chief Kulik's scalp numb, but before he responded, a violent explosion triggered a small earthquake. The leader, who was shrugging his head subconsciously, just bent over what he was trying to avoid, but the vibrations from the ground caused the ground to jump, causing him to fall.

Explosive air waves swept through everything, and the shock caused by the shock wave was enough to break the glass within a few kilometers. Although there was no glass at the scene, many people could be bombarded within hundreds of meters of the center. The drastic changes in air pressure made the eardrum tingling and lost balance.

The drastic changes in the environment caused dizziness, and Chief Kulik fell to the ground and panted. Under this heavy artillery bombardment, even a strong body is no different from sludge. The smoke from the explosion fascinated his eyes, making it difficult for people to distinguish things when they tried to get up.

"Hell, what the **** is going on?" Lying on the ground for more than a minute, Kulick could only bend over and slam like a headless fly in the dim smoke. At this time, the second 203-mm artillery shell dropped again, and the tremor and loud noise struck again, which brought him down again.

A few times back and forth, the head of Kulik was enough to taste the power of the long-range heavy artillery. He knew that he should not be at the center of the bombardment, but should be very close to it. His nose and mouth were bleeding, his ears were buzzing, and his chest was extremely uncomfortable, as if his internal organs had moved.

After a while, the bombardment finally stopped, and Kulick could only lie on the ground motionless. Waiting for the smoke to dissipate, he could see in the confusion that his condition was about three to four hundred meters away from him, and even a dozen artillery shells turned the land there.

The position of the third howitzer company is like a crater on the moon, with one pit covering one pit. The original four 105-mm howitzers completely disappeared, along with the people and vehicles of the howitzer company. The area of ​​two or three football pitches has become a life penalty zone.

"Fuk, how can this be?" Head Kulik looked like the most desolate wilderness tramp at this moment, with his hair fluffed and his clothes messed up. His face was dark and dark, and he murmured to himself, like a idiot.

Speaking of which, Kulick realized that he didn't seem to hear anything. He felt his ears, bleeding in his ears, and he seemed to be deaf.

Dozens of 203-mm artillery shells were considered a disaster for the entire third regiment. The howitzer disappeared without a trace, and the regiment headquarters fell apart. The most important thing is that morale collapses. Survivors on the entire battlefield look like lone ghosts and ghosts, walking like the lowest zombies.

Is a group so finished?

Although the casualties were not serious, the spirit of the whole regiment was destroyed. In the past, they used cannons to bombard various poor people at the bottom, and today they finally tasted being bombarded, and the shells were bigger and more terrible!

For a long time, Kulik walked into his regiment's tent. Yesterday he ordered a rest here, thinking about waiting for the day to regain his energy and then killing himself in the city and venting. How did he know that he had become the target of others' anger.

None of the ghosts who had fled in the regiment's tent were tilted and tilted, and the tables and chairs stacked with ammunition boxes scattered inside. Several radio stations are still working, and occasionally calls are heard from them.

"Sir, Chief Kulick, I'm Hal of a battalion. We need support for shelling. We need to suppress the enemy's artillery quickly, otherwise we can't withdraw and the entire battalion is finished." Heartbreaking came from the radio Shouting, and can also hear the booming cannon.

The third group of howitzers was connected with the long-range w90 thick tube, but it was only powerful. And the third regiment and one battalion are twelve sixty-six howitzers, which are raining like rain!

But for the subordinates' call for help, the guilty Kurik couldn't hear it at all. He could only stand in the tent of the regiment and roared, "Where is the man? Where has everyone gone?"

No one, but also a ghost leader!

No more people, how do you mix up in the last days?

Cool-headed Kulik rammed in the tent of the regiment, rushing out of the tent and saw a scattered convoy rushing past him. This is the second battalion that just started. This battalion avoided two shellings, but was frightened by the power of two bullet rains at the end and fled.

One car after another ran past Kulick, and he tried to step forward to intercept it, but no one cared at him. At this time, everyone was half-dead terrified by the brutality of the shelling. Even the officers lost the courage to resist, and the only thought of the hundreds of people quickly fled.

The vehicle rushed through without anyone. In the end, a crooked car appeared in front of Kulick. Somehow the car was choking on one wheel, and five unlucky yelled on the running car.

Best yelled, "Raphael, are you taking us there? Shouldn't we surrender to the troops in the city at this time ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and tell them our identity?"

Raphael, who was driving, was trying to control the steering wheel. He also exasperated, "You must not avoid it at this time? Who knows that you are an enemy on the battlefield? Anyway, the shell does not have eyes."

When five unlucky eggs escaped in front of Kulick, the damaged car finally couldn't control the road shoulder and hit a dirt pit, and the engine could no longer start. When they got out of the car and tried to get the car out of the pit, the embarrassed Kulik suddenly came out and grabbed Raphael.

If it wasn't for Kulick like a madman without a gun in his hand, Raphael and others would have shot him immediately. But as Kulik yelled and tried to re-direct the five unlucky ones, Raphael suddenly stared at the gray-faced guy for a long time.

"This guy seems to be Kulik."

"Who is Kulik?"

"The commander of the Third Regiment, a vicious role of the Diego family. He once ambushed a group of special police in Mexico, killed a dozen special police by the road, and cut them off and sent them to the time. President. "

That sounds great.

The five unlucky people stopped the quarrel surprisingly, and surrounded Kulick slowly. Kulick, who was still called Wawa, also realized that something was wrong, but he could only support a scene with inexplicable words, saying that he did not commit cricket.

But when Kulick stated his identity in a violent gesture to intimidate Raphael's gang, the five unlucky ones rushed together.

"Catch him, this is an important captive."

"I strangled his neck, I strangled. We are going to develop, we have seized the enemy's senior officer. I want to avenge my family!"

"This is really a fat sheep given to us by God. I can buy enough food for my wife, and my child should be able to feed. I will never let go!"