How do synthetics stop? They were now staring at the rows of barracks in the distance with reddened eyes, ignoring the warnings of the soldiers, and began to charge towards the barracks like a swarm of bees.

The guards immediately opened fire on their opponents after three warnings, but in the blink of an eye, they found that the automatic rifles in their hands had no effect on the intruders in the distance, and the bullets must have hit the opponents, and they were still in dense hits, but why did they not have any effect at all?

The platoon commander immediately gave orders to his people, asking them all to retreat backwards, and before they knew the origin of the opponent and did not find the weak point, it was better not to touch each other, and the more than 20 guards immediately withdrew all of them, they had lived here for a long time, and they had long been familiar with every grass and tree here, and now the place where they retreated was the only place where the horses and donkeys graze.

It is the most abundant place in the Wakhan Corridor, so the herd of cattle is placed here, and the biggest problem here is that the water and grass trees are too abundant, which is not suitable for camping and defending here, but it is suitable for guerrillas.

This is where the platoon commander is coming, not only to get away all the precious livestock, but also to organize a counterattack against the opponent, and it is better to have more places to hide than to defend against the bare stones.

The synths didn't chase the fleeing soldiers at all, they were all tired, thirsty and hungry after a rapid journey of 300 kilometers, and they urgently needed to rest their bodies, two days and two nights, even the synths were extremely strong and the modulators were a little unable to survive, they were creatures, not machines, and they also had limits.

The barracks were stocked with a lot of food and supplies stored by the guards, as well as several large buckets of precious water from afar, which was originally nearby, but because of the aftermath of the strong earthquake, the water source was blocked, so the soldiers could only fetch snow in the winter and drive their livestock 20 kilometers away to carry water back in the summer.

Therefore, precious water is the most economical resource for the soldiers, and they not only have to drink it, but also water the food and vegetables they have planted near the camp, but these synths do not feel sorry for this, as soon as they rush into the barracks, they rummage around for something to eat, and when they chew on various foods in their mouths, they pour out some of the water in several large buckets, and then strip naked and burrow into the buckets.

To wash, for the noble servants under the noble benefactor, how can it always be dirty, just when they took turns to go in and bathe, some synthetics found an even more precious treasure, wine, there are several large barrels of soju, they are ecstatic, is this the legendary wine? Great, they have only seen it in TV series and movies made by humans in the past, and this time they can really taste it.

The abundance of food and the amount of soju they drank quickly allowed themselves to get themselves completely drunk, gulping down and squirming to the music of an old-fashioned gramophone in the barracks, and finally lying on the ground after more than two hours.

In fact, what they drink is not shochu at all, but several large barrels of alcohol, because the world's gasoline has been in short supply to the extreme, so many human beings only rely on alcohol to run some important equipment, and there is no important equipment to run in the barracks here, but in order to deal with the accident, the platoon commander still tried his best to get a few barrels of alcohol back and store it, although these alcohols are only medical alcohol, not too pure, but it is much better than nothing.

Originally, medical alcohol could drink people to death, but the physical strength of these synthetics was much higher than that of ordinary humans, so after drinking, there was nothing unusual except for drowsiness.

The platoon commander led everyone to hide behind the grass and trees for more than two hours, and did not see the opponent come out to look for him, but the scouts sent over came back to report that they did not see anyone leave the house, and they smelled a pungent smell of alcohol wafting around.

Did all these people drink and lie down? No, what the hell are they doing here? Rushing for a drink? The platoon commander immediately led the soldiers to his camp after a little thought, and sure enough, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol from a distance, and the platoon commander couldn't help but feel a burst of ecstasy in his heart, he didn't have any wine here, only those alcohols, if the opponent drank those things, it is estimated that his intestines would have burned through by now.

How do you know that after entering, although these synths are all sleeping crookedly, but none of them look like they are going to die, and none of them have any painful expressions, a warrior saw that the water he had worked hard to save was so scourged by the other party, and his heart was on fire, and he cursed and stabbed a bayonet at a synth on the ground, but this synth only grunted and rolled over and fell asleep, but he did not leave any scars on his body.

The platoon commander stopped the other soldiers who were about to take the next step, and after walking past several synths, he took out a packet of white powder in a dark corner of the barracks, quietly poured it into the barrel, and led everyone to turn around and run.

Those powders are arsenic, which are specially used to medicine the rats near the barracks, the rats here are rampant, and the size is also so big that people are dizzy, so the platoon commander made a few packs of arsenic a long time ago and planned to give the rats here a little color to see, but these rats are very fatal, the day after the arsenic came, the cataclysm began, these rats soon ceased to be a scourge and became treasures, the warriors not only dug up a lot of their stored winter food in their nests, but the rat meat also helped them survive that cruel winter.

For these heroes, it can no longer be dealt with in the previous way, so these arsenic are kept, and they happen to be used to the fullest.

After leading everyone back to the lush pastoral land, the platoon commander was very worried about the result of his attack, the opponent was large in number, and his physical strength was so large, although he had a lot of arsenic, he might not be able to kill them all, so he arranged for a small soldier to ride two horses to quickly advance to the Tashkurgan area, and immediately reported the matter here to the local garrison, and then arranged horses for the Pakistanis and Afghans, telling them to flee as far as they could.

But these foreign soldiers were really a bit rigid, and the platoon commander didn't listen to this arrangement, but all lay silently in the soldiers' crowd and didn't even bother to open their eyes, the platoon commander sighed secretly, and began to think about how to carry out a better defense.

There are many places to defend in the Wakhan Corridor, but if you want to say that it is impregnable, there is only one place, that is, a mountain peak 20 kilometers back, where there is a huge stone covered bridge stretching outward, hanging in the air more than 50 meters on one side of the Wakhan Corridor, which can absolutely suppress the Wakhan Corridor, and the premise is that there is no air force to help the other side.

Just look at these people in an embarrassed way, it is unlikely that there will be air support, if these people are on top, they can block the other party's advance, but that is the premise that weapons can play a role, at present, the knives and guns on their side are useless.

The only effective way is to blow up the mountain wall there and press all these people below, the platoon commander made up his mind after a psychological plan, the operability is very large, as long as the other party can come to the vicinity of the covered bridge, his own method will be more than half successful, but the explosives are limited, and he only has such a chance.

The leader of the synthetics woke up in the daylight of the next day, and when he woke up, he found that his stomach hurt greatly, and there was also a large puddle of vomiting things around him that was very disgusting all over his body, and he vaguely remembered that it seemed that his people had a big drink last night, and then he really couldn't remember anything about it.

He was a little strange at this time, didn't he hear that he had a headache when drinking, why did his stomach hurt so much?

No matter what it hurts, this time he should go, he staggered up and kicked the synths around him, calling them to get up, some of those synths staggered up, but they also held their stomachs and screamed in pain, and those who didn't kick to wake up, only to find out after probing their snorts that they were all dead.

These synths were all scared enough, they had all heard that drinking alcohol could kill people, but they never expected that the lethality of alcohol would be so great, more than 20 died in one meal, the leader of the synths secretly regretted it, this is all to blame, if you don't let everyone drink, why would you suffer such a big loss?

There are more than 70 people in total, and more than 20 will die, which is equivalent to a direct reduction of one-third.

The dazed leader and the dazed everyone began to set off again, they were all poisoned by the poison of arsenic and their stomachs were in great pain, but with their strong bodies they were not dead, their bodies were fighting stubbornly against the poison, and each of them had already gained the upper hand, because those who did not have the upper hand had already died, and the rest was to rely on the passage of time to get rid of the remaining poison little by little.

Although these poisons could not kill them, they greatly depleted their life force, causing them to lose not only their physical strength, but also their hearing, smell, and vision, and they walked staggering along the road without even seeing the row of defenders hundreds of meters away.

The platoon commander originally planned to block them here for a while, but as soon as he saw the state of these synths, he knew that the medicine he had given must have worked, so he definitely couldn't waste time, and the sooner he led them over, the better.

As long as the other party maintains this state of confusion, they basically can't find their own arrangement, and they can't dodge their own attacks, the poison doesn't poison them, these things are too terrible if they don't get rid of them, as long as they turn their backs, they must be the ones who die.

The bridge is only less than 10 kilometers away from their current position, and the platoon commander has already sent two people with good blasting skills to prepare there, and the few explosives have gone down to the cracks of some rocks, which the platoon commander has already reconnoitred, and he has long calculated that if the border post is raided by the enemy, then this is his second line of defense, and the explosion point of the explosives has been calculated early.

The platoon commander was running towards the bridge at this time while calculating the time, the soldier he sent back should have arrived in Tashkur, right? He should have reached his destination in one night by switching back and forth with two horses, and now it was almost noon the next day, and in two hours at most, reinforcements should have arrived.

It seems that he has to prepare the next line of defense, otherwise if he is stabbed by the other side here, he will have no ability to fight the other party, but where is the next position? Three kilometres further on, there was a stream that flowed down the hill, from which the water for his camp was fetched.

The creek has formed a large pool of water due to the downward erosion of the stream over the years, and it is a good place to design to kill some of the fish that have slipped through the net.

But after thinking about it carefully, she rejected her plan again, no, within the surrounding 100 square kilometers, it was the only source of drinking water, not only the people who had to live on the water here, but also several nomadic families and a large number of animals in the vicinity also depended on the water here.

These weirdos are all full of arsenic now, and if they die in the water, they will be poisoned by medicine.

If you don't wake up, you have to change places again, but this time you have to get close to Tashkurgan, that is, there is a suitable place for ambushes 30 kilometers away from Tashkurgan, but if you want to carry out an effective attack, you don't have explosives.

If that's the case...... The platoon commander gritted his teeth when he thought of this, called another soldier, gave him two horses, and asked him to rush to Tashkurgan, and then told the other party to let them plant explosives 30 kilometers from Tashkurgan, and then wait for his next news.

The synths were carrying a stomach full of poison, almost instinctively moving in the direction of China, and even the soldiers in front of them who were jumping around like monkeys and hiding, they didn't see clearly, and suddenly there was a loud bang like a landslide, and many of them who walked into the explosion range were directly knocked up several meters from the ground, and above them, countless huge debris fell like rain, burying these synths all below.

The synths didn't even make a sound for a while, and they were all pressed underneath, but these extremely strong humans were not all stoned to death, and most of the synths couldn't crawl out from under the rocks even if they didn't die, but there were still a small number of synths on top of them, pushing away the rubble that pressed on them and getting out of it.