Chapter 480: Day without light (2)

They trudged through the dry plains, forming a loose triangle formation in the cold moonlight.
Everyone walks at a normal walking speed without making a sound.
In front of them, a thick yellow-brown fog was slowly approaching, blocking the moonlight like a wall.
Carrying a heavy water-cooled jīqiāng, Adal gasped heavily, and from time to time raised his perspective to the night sky.
Those false stars and comets, and fire lines through the night.
what does this mean? Reinforcement? rescue? retreat? death?
He hopes to believe that his first war will end soon. The days as a serf are very hard, but at least there is no threat to his life. He has gradually become accustomed to that identity, including the feeling of whipping.
"We will return to the fog in a few minutes, and we will reach the entrance in two kilometers."
Casson spoke to everyone, and then clenched the spear in his hand. Although bùqiāng has become quite popular, he is still used to using his past weapons. This is an original pride.
Soon, the low sound of the machine surrounded everyone again, shaking their nerves in the noise.
After a few minutes, as Carson said, the dense fog swallowed them.
At first it seemed like there was a cliff of dense fog gradually expanding above them, and then they surrounded them and quickly passed their retinas, rolling like sediment deposited on the bottom of the river.
Adal controlled his fear of instinct, for a moment, it was like they were sinking rapidly in the deep, dirty water.
He focused his attention on the comrades in the attachment and watched the light green armor representing the kingdom approach him from left to right, barely finding a solace.
Under normal circumstances, they will spread out and rely on sign language to keep in touch with the secret signal, but because of reduced visibility, they are as close as possible to each other.
They advanced another half an hour, crossing the road strewn with vehicle debris, through the burning frame of the building, and through the pond full of solidified sludge.
All traces disappeared into the thick water vapor like pus. No one spoke. The only noise was their hissing noise from the heavy load.
"Stop."
Casson raised his arm, his voice alert everyone.
"there is a problem?"
"A little change."
He said so, his voice full of exhaustion.
Then Kazon crouched down, groped for a moment on the ground, and then stood up again.
"The entrance is missing, it may be blocked from the inside, or... from the outside."
"Found?"
Adal swallowed his tiredness, his mouth seemed to contain sand, and there was pain in the back of his eyes.
"It shouldn't be. Let's change the entrance."
Casson blinked, shook his head, and tried to regain his attention.
After staying outside for so long, they may not be able to go back, only to follow the instructions to find an entrance.
"Everyone, take a five-minute break and continue walking."
Thirty soldiers confirmed the order, and Adal also breathed a sigh of relief, putting down the jīqiāng, who nearly broke his shoulder.
Although he was tired, he had to find a way to stay awake. Kasong was trying to distinguish where they were. The fog did not completely obscure his senses. He was very familiar with the environment here. Finding a new way was not what problem. .
Three minutes later, Adal found that his eyelids were trembling, and they had not eaten anything so far.
Must be sober...
have to……
Adal's eyes widened, his head suddenly raised, and he hit the jīqiāng standing on the ground.
The severe pain drove away the residual image of a dream. His head felt pain from the impact and swallowed saliva, trying to clear the bile smell from his mouth.
The ground trembled.
Adal froze, is that true? It wasn't like the vibration of the fire as it landed, but like the deep soil beneath them shaking.
He slowly turned his head to his comrades-in-arms. He sat on the ground and dozed off as if he were having a dream.
Maybe it's not true, or maybe it's just an echo of his dream that hasn't completely disappeared? But he felt like someone nailed a nail to her forehead.
He carefully pushed the people around him.
"Do you feel it?"
The other party did not reply, so he repeated it again.
Then, the tremor came again, and the guy jumped up immediately, and everyone reacted.
"What happened!"
"Who is firing here?"
"Get down! Covert!"
Adal came to Carson, the other party was squatting on the ground, staring, or listening?
But the outside world hasn't changed much. It is still a high wall made of rotating dense fog. It is exposed to some faded vision. It opens and closes in the dark, like opening the door briefly, exposing the corridor behind the door.
Somewhere in the distance, a light spot blooms with heat, spreading and disappearing in the dense fog.
A second later he heard the rumbling bàozhà sound, and after a heartbeat he saw a orange light forming, leaving snowflakes on the horizon.
Adal shivered.
bàozhà is far away from them, but just on their way to Fort St. Spear.
Ok attack?
maybe.
Long-range artillery or giant rockets? But the mist remained still, something else was shaking the ground.
The shock came again, and then again, as if replying to his thoughts.
This slow rhythm made him feel like he was alone in the dark forest, listening to the invisible horror sound hovering at the edge of the field of vision.
"Captain, do you feel it?"
Adal's voice sounds tired and cold
"Yes."
He nodded and said:
"There is bàozhà in the southeast."
"Bàozhà..."
"But vibration and bàozhà are not synchronized, and it takes longer for shock waves to pass through rocks and land."
Adal didn't understand this profound theory very well. He only knew that the captain's expression was very dignified, even more dignified than when he started.
"Tell everyone, we will leave now."
"Yes."
When everyone packed up ~EbookFREE.me~ and was about to leave, the earth shook again, and then again.
"Wait one-"
Kasong squeezed his pressure violently, trying to issue a concealed command, but he couldn't finish it.
I saw a giant Titan stepping out of the dense fog in front of him, like an actor walking through the curtain to the front desk.
A several-meter-thick curved spiked armor plate covers its shoulders, its head looks like it is bent under the weight of the rocket carried, and orange paint covers its raised metal skin.
It has weapons in both arms, a huge caliber cannon, and a pair of scissors-like iron tongs.
The barrel-shaped shell emits oil-like flashes in the dense fog, its eyes flashing electronic green light, the scanning beam sweeps in front of it, and the trunk-sized piston makes a hissing noise as it advances.
It is the warrior of Mao, the figuration of the of Ok, a terrible war machine.
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