Mystery Makes Me Strong

Half a month has passed.

Even the major is a little unbelievable that the fortress can last for so long.

There are enough bullets, but there is not much food.

The reason is simple. Some cockroaches leaked in. They don't attack people, but they go to find food first, and wipe out canned food, dry bread, beef jerky... all in one go.

And after eating, they will lay offspring. One cockroach will give birth to one hundred and one thousand, and it will take about ten days to form. Who can resist this?

It is very difficult to clean up ordinary cockroaches, let alone clean up these radiation cockroaches in a fortress?

Moreover, many soldiers also began to suffer from radiation sickness, and fell down one by one.

There are more than 700 people, and now only half of them are left.

For this, the major would also like to thank the cockroaches for not being too aggressive, and their combat effectiveness is still very weak compared to humans.

If the same number of ghouls were to enter the fortress, there might not be a single person left.

"I want to go home," said a soldier suffering from radiation sickness with a high fever.

"Hold on, there will be an order to retreat soon." The person next to him comforted.

"Is it really possible? The officers have already given up on us! There will be no rescue at all! We are doomed!" Some soldiers despaired.

"Don't be discouraged, we will definitely be able to go back alive!" The major came over and said to the crowd.

He also had signs of radiation sickness, the corners of his mouth and eyes began to fester, but he was in better health, and he was treated by medical soldiers in time, so he seemed lighter than others.

In fact, he knew very well in his heart that the telegram he received was "Persevere, persevere, or FMD's persevere!"

The position of a major is already very high, belonging to a middle-level officer, even he has been given up, let alone other soldiers.

Even so, he still used false words to comfort the soldiers.

At least let them die with the hope of going back, instead of going crazy in despair.

Another half month has passed.

The soldiers broke out in riots twice. It is impossible to expect these 19th-century soldiers to hold on like wooden men without breaking out.

During the First World War, the French army refused to attack the German trenches, continued to carry out death charges, and even marched into Paris for this purpose.

The young master led the guards to suppress the commotion, but there were only more than 80 soldiers left.

Some people chose to escape, while others chose to stick to it.

The reason for sticking to it is that the major promised them that the family members will receive additional pensions after death. The major has already sent a telegram asking his family to send extra money to the soldiers' families.

As for reinforcements, there was still none.

In fact, the major can already retreat.

After more than a month, the cockroaches had largely dispersed, and only a handful remained in the fortress.

They are not soldiers who obey orders. For such a small fortress, if the food is exhausted, they will naturally retreat.

The few remaining living people are gathered in a few rooms that are too strong, and the cost of obtaining food is too high.

Now they had only a little dry food left, and there was no lack of drinking water, because there was a running well in the fortress, and there were no cockroaches there.

Cockroaches don't know how to block wells either.

"Major, let's retreat, the food is almost gone." The logistics staff pleaded bitterly.

"The supplies will be here soon." The major didn't lie this time.

Because they miraculously persisted for more than a month, after sending telegrams non-stop, the higher-ups finally remembered that there was still such a nail, so a team of trucks was on their way here.

Three days later, five damaged trucks came to the fortress, unloading ammunition, fuel, and the most important food, sausage, dry bread, beef jerky, canned fruit...

Another thousand body bags.

"Guys, how did you hold on, and the body bag seems to be out of use?" the truck leader said admiringly.

"Yeah, in the face of these monsters, the only good news is that there is no need to produce body bags, because they can swallow even bones." The major coughed and pointed to a radiation that was biting its head in the distance. said the cockroach.

He felt like he was dying too, the radiation had ruined his guts.

People in the 19th century still didn't understand what radiation was. Even in the 20th century, there was a tragic group of radium girls.

When radium was first discovered, people thought it could cure all diseases, so they added radium to everything, cosmetics, drinks, children's toys...

The nuclear drink in radiation is actually not satire, but a documentary, that is to say, the period when radiation was just discovered.

Fortunately, in the recently replied telegram, it has been mentioned that they should pay attention to prevent new types of plague, avoid close contact with cockroaches, and clean them up and burn them at a distance after killing them.

People in the 19th century didn't know, but their gods did.

Just talk about radiation as a plague.

"It seems that your illness is very serious, but it doesn't matter, drink this glass of tranquil water and you will be cured." The truck leader said, and moved a box of cans from the compartment, which contained dark brown drinks.

The major didn't doubt it either, so he drank it directly.

Who else would harm him?

He will die soon.

After drinking the black-brown drink, he only felt that something was churning in his body, a little itchy and fleshy.

After a while, he felt that the ulcers on his body surface, the terrible sore spores, were rapidly disappearing.

"Such a powerful drug! I want to drink it for the soldiers!"

"Well, yes, this is proof that God has not given up on us." The truck leader said meaningfully.

Soon the morale of the soldiers was restored, only a few disabled soldiers were still very low, but they were also sent to the rear.

This cheers everyone up.

until the next day.

The truck drivers slept in the fort all night before leaving.

When they woke up in the morning, they found that the fort was surrounded again!

This time it was a group of mutant hounds. Their taupe bodies were covered with spots and rashes, which made people feel their scalps tingling after seeing them.

"Haha, we have dog meat to eat!" A soldier laughed wildly before firing the first bullet.

Fortunately, there are not enough of these hounds, and they are far less difficult to deal with than cockroaches.

The shell of the cockroach is hard, and when hit on it, there will often be ricochets.

The hunting dogs are not so difficult to fight, basically one shot will kill them.

After more than an hour, most of the hounds fled with their tails between their legs, and only a small number died under the fortress.

"Okay, you can bring back one or two fresh corpses for the gentlemen to study and study." The major said with a smile.

"Yeah, I hope they don't stop us on the way."

"I sent ten people to escort them. They don't need to come back after they arrive at the place. They will directly ask us for military support in the rear."

The truck drivers hit the road.

The major watched them go with heavy eyes.

The soldiers escorting the truck couldn't think so much, they just thought they could get out of this hell temporarily.

A few days later, a herd of two-headed cows came.

The soldiers didn't shoot because there were people behind and the cattle had cargo on them.

"We are businessmen of XX company. What do you need? Food, bottle caps, or women's pictorials? We accept everything, bullets, guns, food, women?" A big man with a dusty face shouted.