Epoch of Twilight

It is not very accurate to say that it is a fortification. To be precise, this is a camp.

Four square towers with a height of more than 100 meters stand at the four corners of the camp. From the bottom to the top of the towers, there are densely packed forest iron pipes of different sizes that look like hedgehogs. In addition, almost every ten minutes, A fighter jet pierced through the air, circling in the field for reconnaissance.

There are bomb craters everywhere here, and even the air is filled with a faint smell of gunpowder smoke, which makes people feel that a battle may happen at any time.

Whenever the thunderous sound of the plane sounded, there was a commotion in the distant jungle, like a gust of wind blowing. Even if he didn't see it, he could still imagine the countless mutated beasts running in fear in this forest.

"There are more than 20 such frontier bases in Hedong City, and this is the nearest one." Qian Dakui was used to such scenes, and was not surprised at all. He turned to Luo Yuan and said, "Now let's go through the formalities first. Then rent some weapons!"

Luo Yuan came back to his senses: "Can you rent any weapon?"

"As long as you can handle it and have enough food stamps!" Yang Dawei smiled and made a counting gesture: "Rifles, sniper rifles, heavy machine guns, and grenades can all be rented. They also know that if they don't have such powerful weapons, going to the wild can only lead to death.”

Several people got out of the car, Qian Dakui opened the trunk, and there were some cold weapons inside.

"However, sometimes cold weapons are more useful. The sound of guns and guns is too loud, and it is easy to attract a large number of mutant beasts." Zhang Chao said lightly, then picked up a recurve folding crossbow, checked it skillfully, and picked up another one. The army thorn rubbed against the trouser leg, and the movement was very crisp.

Yang Dawei picked out a Nepalese machete. Qian Dakui took a dagger, stuck it in his waist, and then closed the trunk. Seeing Luo Yuan's weird face, he suddenly explained with a little embarrassment: "Don't look at me like that, I am mainly a machine gunner now, there are too many things, no matter how strong my physical strength is, I can't bear it."

"No need to explain, I'm not kidding you!" Luo Yuan laughed.

At this time, another car came over and stopped directly beside the Jinbei car. The car door opened, and five people came out. As soon as they got out of the car, they looked towards this side, and the faces of Qian Dakui and the others quickly darkened.

The two pairs looked at each other and then looked away, obviously not wanting to start a conflict in front of the barracks.

"Who are these people?" Luo Yuan asked after the group of people left.

Qian Dakui's face was gloomy and he didn't speak.

"I don't know, I only know that he is from Hedong City, and we are not at odds with us. There have been several conflicts before." Yang Dawei said with some embarrassment.

Luo Yuan felt that Yang Dawei was insincere, but after thinking about it, he didn't ask any more questions.

Under the inspection of several soldiers, several people walked into the heavily guarded camp area and entered a small building with exposed bricks and stones. The first floor is an unusually simple hall, and the few people from Hedong City go through the formalities at a counter in front.

Seeing them approaching, one of them took a provocative glance and made a gesture of cutting his throat, while the rest burst out laughing.

Qian Dakui's face turned red and then white, and his teeth rattled. Just when Luo Yuan thought that a conflict was inevitable, he didn't expect that he finally took a deep breath and couldn't hold it anymore!

The atmosphere was a bit depressing, not only Qian Dakui, Zhang Chao and Yang Dawei dared not speak out, their faces were as dark as the bottom of a pot. Besides, Luo Yuan keenly discovered that there seemed to be a trace of anger hidden in the eyes of these three people. Fear.

There is definitely something weird in it, Luo Yuan looked at the five people carefully. One of them sensed something, and suddenly looked back at Luo Yuan, with an unexplained smile on the corner of his mouth.

Good perception, already extremely sharp for ordinary people, it seems that he should be the one who makes the three of them afraid.

But... It doesn't look like him, he looks too ordinary, without the slightest aura of a strong man, he belongs to the kind of person who can't be found in the crowd, even standing there, there is a kind of involuntary neglect Feel.

And the leader is obviously not him, but looks like a marginal figure.

Weird, so weird!

Luo Yuan frowned slightly, looking thoughtful.

When the five people left, Luo Yuan felt that Qian Dakui and the three of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and the atmosphere relaxed slightly.

After paying one hundred catties of food stamps, Luo Yuan received a piece of paper with the seal of the 7th Battalion of the 16th Regiment, and then came to the office next to an arms warehouse.

A middle-aged man with a slightly fatter figure was sitting loosely in the office. Although he was wearing a military uniform, he looked more like a businessman. Seeing Luo Yuan and the others come in, a smile appeared on his face: "What do you guys need?"

Yang Dawei was in charge of logistics and asked Luo Yuan what weapon he wanted. Luo Yuan waved his hand, a knife is enough for him, even if he is given a gun, he will not be able to hit it accurately.

Yang Dawei hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Qian Dakui, seeing that Qian Dakui made an embarrassment to him, he stopped asking more questions, turned to the middle-aged officer and said: "Director Huang, just like you before, we want a hand A Type 56 light machine gun, a Type 88 sniper rifle, and a Type 81 rifle with a grenade launcher, won’t the prices go up again?”

"It's still the old price, but it may increase recently. After all, our military region consumes a lot of money every day." The middle-aged officer said without raising his eyes, took out a calculator, and pressed it for a while: "The deposit is 12,000 catties Food stamps, what bullets do you want?"

Yang Dawei curled his lips in disbelief, but there are ways to think about it. Even if the other party raises the price immediately, he can only grit his teeth and continue: "Twenty rounds of armor-piercing bullets, one thousand rounds of general-purpose bullets, five grenades, and another eight grenades." !"

The middle-aged officer quickly calculated again: "A total of 16,850 catties of food stamps."

Yang Dawei took out a leather bag and quickly paid the bill. Then a standard salesman-like smile appeared on the middle-aged officer's face: "Do you want mortars?"

Yang Dawei asked suspiciously, "What model?"

"The Type 60 mortar is well maintained, as good as new, and its power is not bad!" the middle-aged officer said with a smile.

Yang Dawei discussed with several people, shook his head and said, "Forget it, it's too much noise!"

"That's a pity." The middle-aged officer smiled.

Although Luo Yuan is not a fan of the military, he can also see that most of the weapons provided by the military are obsolete goods, and many of them are not even used by the militia.

But it's normal to think about it. Instead of continuing to hide these weapons in the strategic reserve warehouse, it is better to use them as waste. Not only can they greatly increase their income, but they can also slightly reduce the pressure on the military in Hedong City.

Next, the three of them took the approval slips, took the weapons in the military warehouse, and left here directly.

After passing the last checkpoint, the Jinbei car bumped for five minutes on the uneven ground caused by repeated artillery fire, and finally stopped in front of a jungle.