Apocalyptic Mechanical Chariot

The sun had just risen from the horizon. Stationed in the Fucheng safety zone, the Second Legion of the Apocalypse Organization in Fubei Town had already completed preparations for departure.

A platoon of more than twenty Type 99A main battle tanks was at the front of the starting team, followed closely behind the tanks by a whole row of ZBD-04 infantry fighting vehicles.

Behind the infantry fighting vehicles are lightly-armed soldiers transported by trucks, as well as supplies of fuel, materials and ammunition along the way.

When the Second Legion of Fubei Town began to take action, the engine of the Unimog RV parked in the fixed parking space next to Tianqi Headquarters also started, and the RV began to move in the direction of Fubei Town.

Daju, who was lying next to the RV, heard the sound of the RV starting up. He raised his head and took a look. He sniffed the air with his nose. After confirming Wang Yingyu's position, he got up and chased after the RV.

After Tianqi organized the Second Legion and all left the station, some soldiers of the First Legion entered Fubei Town according to the predetermined plan.

The vast majority of survivors who were still in their dreams were completely unaware of the fact that the Second Legion of the Apocalypse Organization had left the Fucheng safety zone.

"Our total journey from Fucheng to Yaodu should be 1,400 kilometers. However, considering the road conditions after the outbreak of the apocalyptic virus and various emergencies, the actual distance may be more than 50% longer than estimated."

Wang Yingyu held a tablet in her hand and wore only a very see-through silk pajamas on her upper body. She sat in the passenger seat of the RV and reported to Han Feng about the upcoming trip.

"Okay, I understand, but do you need to wear an extra piece of clothing?"

When Han Feng listened to Wang Yingyu's report, he couldn't help but glance at Wang Yingyu a few more times.

"cut!"

Faced with Han Feng's persuasion, Wang Yingyu couldn't help but reply, but in the end she obediently returned to the living area, changed into a slightly conservative dress, and then sat back in the passenger seat of the RV again.

Before the outbreak of the apocalyptic virus, no matter who you are, as long as your mobile phone has power, you can successfully reach the place you want to reach according to the navigation system.

But now, although Wang Yingyu has a tablet in her hand, all this tablet can do is digitize paper maps.

During the 1,400 kilometers from the Fucheng safety zone to Yaodu, even if a Type 99A main battle tank clears the way, coupled with the Unimog RV's punishment particle plasma cannon, no matter how many cars break down on the road, it will be a disaster. Can be easily crushed into pieces.

But what appeared in front of Han Feng at this moment was the earth-yellow rolling river water, so he could only sigh deeply.

The river in front of him spans two thousand meters between the two banks, and the deepest water depth exceeds eighty meters. The heavy equipment of the Second Army is 100% unable to cross the rolling river in front of him.

In front of him, the railway bridge connecting the two sides of the bank collapsed for unknown reasons.

On the originally wide river, there was only an old-looking bridge that could pass through.

The 99A main battle tank, which weighs more than 50 tons, is obviously not suitable for passing through the shaky bridge on the side. They can only re-plan the route forward.

"If you want the Type 99A main battle tank, a behemoth with a dead weight of more than 50 tons, to pass, you can only go 200 kilometers downstream. There is a railway bridge over there, and you can try to let the tank pass."

After listening to Wang Yingyu's navigation, Han Feng immediately ordered the second army to move downstream.

But just as the Second Army advanced less than a hundred kilometers, there was a rustling sound in the dense grass nearby, and even the ground around it began to tremble slightly.

"Be careful of mutant beasts!"

"Deploy defensive positions!"

The Second Legion of the Apocalypse Organization, after a battle to stop the zombie tide, the fear of zombies and mutant beasts has basically disappeared. Now that they felt that mutant beasts might appear, they immediately entered a state of combat readiness.

As the tremors on the ground became more violent, and even the sound of 'dong-dong' hooves appeared, all the Type 99A main battle tanks belonging to the Second Army had turned their turrets towards the grass where the sound came from.

The Unimog RV driven by Han Feng also turned the front of the car towards the location of the sound, and the punishment particle plasma cannon was ready to fire at any time.

really!

After a neighing sound, the dense grass fell down one after another, and a huge creature broke through the surrounding grass and rushed onto the road.

"Roar!"

A mutated domestic pig burst out of the dense grass. It was about the size of a small car, with bulging muscles all over its body, and a blood-red bloodthirsty light in its eyes.

However, as soon as the mutant pig left the grass, he was stunned when he saw the neatly lined up armored convoy in front of him.

Then it let out a whine and rushed back into the grass faster than when it came.

After the mutant pig rushed out of the grass, it felt a tremor rising from its soul, as if it had encountered a natural enemy.

"Roar!"

The mutant pig's feeling was not wrong. The position it rushed out of happened to be the area where Daju was squatting.

When Daju saw that food was delivered to his door in person, he immediately roared with excitement, and his huge body rushed into the thick grass in an instant.

Han Feng, who was staying on the road, and the nervous Second Legion soldiers saw Da Ju rushing into the grass, and could only see huge smoke and dust rising from time to time in the grass.

At the same time, there were constant neighing sounds coming from the grass.

But it was obvious that in this battle between mutant beasts, Daju undoubtedly had the upper hand.

"Don't worry, Daju will definitely win, otherwise he wouldn't be so excited to rush over."

After Han Feng saw Wang Yingyu staring at the grass nervously, he immediately said softly.

Just as Han Feng finished speaking, a howl sounded in the grass. The vibration and smoke in the grass disappeared in an instant. The winner was clearly determined between Daju and the mutant pig.

Ten seconds later, Daju bit the mutated pig that had expired, slowly pushed aside the grass on both sides, returned to the road, and began to feast.

While enjoying the delicious food in Daju, Han Feng also issued an order to repair on the spot. The soldiers who had been running around for a day took out the dry food they had brought with them after receiving the order to rest.

The logistics cooking truck following the large army also started to light the fire for cooking.

However, due to the raw materials, most of the dishes that can be cooked by logistics cooking trucks are related to potatoes, and basically there is no meaty taste. However, in the end of the world, being able to have a hot bite of vegetable rice is already a very rare treat. .

Those soldiers who enjoy the extra meal service from the cooking cart will certainly not have any problem with this.