Wasteland Code Survival

Three hours have passed since Jiang Longjie killed his adjutant. However, the situation has not changed at all, it has continued to deteriorate.

More than half of the executors were killed by the rebels before they realized what was happening, and more than a third of the regular troops under Jiang Longjie lost contact with the headquarters.

The slums have all been occupied by the rebels, and two-thirds of the area in the middle area has fallen into the hands of the rebels. The rebels fighting with the garrison in Refuge 187 are not only the Red Shirts, but also other large ones. There are a dozen small gangs, and there is also a few, but very powerful Skeleton Army troops.

According to the information returned from the war zone, the number of rebel fighters is about 2,000 to 3,000, but Jiang Longjie has only 300 troops.

Of course, the security forces on the wealthy area plus personal bodyguards can barely make up two or three hundred people, but those people are not comfortable with what Jiang Longjie can command.

"How many tunnels connected to other shelters are in our hands?" Jiang Longjie asked.

"Report sir, there is one more in the middle area, and another in the rich area!" The one who answered him was a young soldier with the rank of second lieutenant. He was a new adjutant who was temporarily promoted by Jiang Longjie 20 minutes ago.

"Let the nearby refuges provide military support...No matter what they ask, promise them!"

"Then...what if they asked for the management of Vault 187?" The adjutant hesitated for a while, or asked.

"..." Jiang Longjie gritted his teeth, finally sighed and said categorically, "Promise them too!"

Jiang Longjie can no longer deal with the rebels in Refuge No. 187. He obviously underestimated the true strength of the rebels and fell into such a passive situation. Thanks to the mysterious film, otherwise, he I'm afraid there will be no chance to call for support.

Refuge No. 187 is the capital that Jiang Longjie has worked hard for for many years. That's right, but the prerequisite for owning capital is to live. If you lose your life, you will have nothing.

Jiang Longjie understands this truth very well. If things are gone, they can still be earned back, but if people die, they can't survive.

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Jiang Longjie and the members of the Red Shirt Gang were fighting fiercely, but Qi Lin had already rushed back to his residence. According to the original plan, he had to take advantage of the initial chaos and find a way to leave Vault 187.

Back at her residence, Song Xiaodie was ready. She was wearing a fitted khaki "Archaeopteryx" jacket, carrying a sturdy nylon backpack behind her back, her legs wrapped in a scabbard and a pistol holster, and a carrying case in her hand. With the baseball bat Qi Lin gave her.

Qi Lin's backpack Song Xiaodie has also been arranged for him. In addition to weapons and ammunition, it also contains some commonly used drugs, oxygen suppressants, and three days' worth of food and water.

The two put on breathing masks, and Qi Lin grabbed the double-barreled shotgun leaning against the door, pushed two No. 12 deer bullets into the chamber, and walked out of the residence one after the other.

The slum area has been occupied by the rebels of the Red Shirt Gang, but now the Red Shirt Gang's brigade is concentrated in the middle area to fight against the regular army in the refuge, so the slum area is calm.

Most of the power supply in the slums relies on a large generator set located at the core of the slum. I don’t know if this generator set was shut down by the rebels or bombed by the garrison. Now the whole slum is trapped. In the darkness, all the lights in the tunnel went out. Fortunately, the electronic lock of the airtight door had a built-in battery, otherwise Qi Lin and the others might not even be able to open the door of their residence.

"No one here, go." Qi Lin whispered, leading Song Xiaodie through the dark and narrow tunnel quickly.

There are not many troops stationed in the slums, and there are no valuable targets worth protecting and fighting for. Therefore, the Red Shirt Gang did not leave much manpower here. Along the way, Qi Lin was actually a rebel army. Did not hit.

There are a total of seven passages connecting Vault 187 to the outside world, one of which is located in the rich area, four in the middle area, and one on the edge of the slum area, and the last one leads to the ground.

The passage to the ground cannot be opened without the permission of the mastermind. Therefore, Qi Lin chose the target this time to be the passage on the edge of the slum.

This passageway was newly excavated a year ago, leading to the nearby middle area of ​​Vault 188. In the previous rebellion of Vault 188, most of the troops sent by Vault 187 passed through this. The passage is past.

Following the route in memory for about 500 meters, Qi Lin suddenly heard a noise in front of him, so he stopped immediately, and at the same time pressed his hand on the shoulder of Song Xiaodie, who was following him.

"Someone." Qi Lin turned his head and said in a low voice, but accidentally hit Song Xiaodie's lips with his mouth and wiped it away.

The soft feeling caused Qi Lin's heart to move slightly, and Song Xiaodie's face quickly rose to a blush, but at this time, neither of them made any more sounds.

Qi Lin handed the double-barreled shotgun he was holding to Song Xiaodie’s hand, patted Song Xiaodie’s shoulder to signal her to stand still, and then pulled out a sharpened steel bar, bent over and touched forward. Past...

Those were two rebels from the Red Shirt Gang. They were wearing miners’ helmets with flashlights on their heads. One was holding a bayonet-mounted semi-automatic rifle, while the other was holding a semi-automatic rifle. Put the homemade mace on top of the nails at the end of the mace, with some fresh minced meat.

The two were facing the direction where Qi Lin was. Naturally, Qi Lin would not be polite with them. He rushed behind them in three steps in two steps, raised the steel bars in his hands, and directly stabs the one who is carrying 56 and a half. The neck of the red shirt gang rebels

With a "puff", the steel bar directly penetrated the hapless guy's neck, and the sharp front end pierced his throat. Qi Lin lifted his foot, kicked him behind his back, and pulled the steel bar out.

A stream of blood immediately shot out from the wound. The man stumbled forward a few steps before he fell to the ground with a thump, his body still twitching, until this time, that man was holding a mace. Only then did the other red shirt gang rebels react to what happened.

The man immediately let out a weird cry, raised his mace and slammed it down at Qi Lin's head. Qi Lin quickly stepped sideways, avoiding the opponent's attack, and at the same time, turned the steel bars in his hand and pierced into the opponent's chest!

"what"

The man screamed immediately, but Qi Lin didn't stab the opponent's vital point. The red shirt gang rebels did not die, but struggled at a distance.

Lowering his head to avoid the mace thrown by the opponent, Qi Lin loosened the steel bars in his hand, took a step back, and pulled out the silencer revolver inserted under his ribs. He raised his hand with a shot, ending the opponent's pain.

"Cough cough." Qi Lin gave a light cough, and Song Xiaodie ran over from the darkness.

The two dragged the two corpses aside, and then turned off the flashlight on the corpse miner’s helmet, so that no one could find the two red shirts in the dark tunnel unless someone walked very close. Help the rebel corpse.

Qi Lin picked up the semi-automatic rifle with a bayonet. It was a ceremonial gun used by soldiers of the honor guard of the Chinese Army in the old days.

However, the firing needle of the general ceremonial gun will be removed, and it cannot be fired. This 56 and a half has obviously undergone a lot of transformations. Not only has the entire gun been replaced, but also a 20-round expanded magazine was installed.

However, the rebels carried very few bullets, only 14 rounds, not even enough to fill an entire magazine.