The scales of victory had already tipped in Simon's favor, and it was only a matter of time before Randolph and Spike tore through the Crusader lines like a sharp knife, and the armed vagrants filled the gaps that had been scattered between them, and without heavy fire support, it was only a matter of time before the Overseers were destroyed. Still, Simon moved cautiously and steadily toward the center of the battlefield. Years of war experience have taught him that 100 and a half 90 is often the most dangerous, and even if 99 percent of the progress is made, it is still worthless without that final word.

But the captain's caution will not be contagious to everyone at this time, especially Fastry, the young mercenary has just been pressed by the machine gun on the ice lake, and he has already sulked his aggrieved breath, and with a rifle on his shoulder, he pulled out his recurve knife and rushed into the battle group, and with a sharp swing, he slashed diagonally and stabbed straight at the point. The curved blade opened the muzzle, the legs did not move at all, and the movements of the hands were not slow at all, and it was a powerful slash to the neck. With a "poof", the man's head fell back strangely, spurting a fountain of blood from Qi Qi's severed neck. A knife turned out to be a different place for his body.

The army is defeated, there are no Geneva Conventions in the Wasteland War, and no one wants to get good treatment after surrendering on their knees. The barren output of the cold wilderness could not support the food-wasting prisoners of war, and they were either forced to die of toiling in the dark mines or fed to mutant creatures as military rations, and death was the best option before these options.

The final battle was suddenly bloody and brutal.

"Click!" Ramirez would not be so stupid as to have a bullet in the chamber of the gun to fight people, but he couldn't resist the sudden attack of the crusaders who were not dead. The golden eye kicked away the dying man's delusional back, and raised the gun to give a pleasure. I don't want the magazine to be empty. Ramirez said, "Holy. "I took out the dagger and slashed it directly at the back of my head. Military boots trampled on muddy snow stained red with blood and trampled by hundreds of pairs of broken shoes and socks. Stopped outside the chariot surrounded by three layers inside and out.

The rest of Simon's team had already begun to search for whether the corpses were pretending to be alive and dead, and they would not waste extra energy to inspect them one by one, but when they saw a corpse, they couldn't help but say that it was a bullet. Medical supplies are extremely scarce luxuries. The industrial system that supported pre-war modern warfare is in ashes, so don't hope that the wounded will have medical treatment and the dead will have compassion. In the event of gangrene, dysentery, or other diseases that can disintegrate the army in an instant, it is best to pray that the immune system has not been destroyed by radiation. Or an army like the Iron Army and the Black Wall Army, where the lives of soldiers are the first priority.

Simon had rightfully purchased a first-aid kit for ten people before the expedition. The team members are accustomed to the heart-wrenching wails of the battlefield and begging for mercy. The outcasts who can stand up and prove that they continue to fight capital, well, the wages are settled every day. No, pay you and fuck off. This is the reality, this is the material scarcity.

"I know you're in there! Major! Randolph's arms were above his knees, and the vampire lay on the hatch of the chariot, listening intently to the panicked words of the chariot. There were probably a few surviving crew members left in the entire Overseer, including Major Chrysler, who had owned an infantry company a few hours earlier.

"We make a deal! You tell me the starting code for Tank No. 1, and I promise you with my personality that I will let you live. Randolph shouted, gesturing calmly at the spikes that were impatiently smashing the aluminum armor.

The major replied from inside the locked chariot, very simply, just one

Word. “Nuts！” Perhaps he studied classic combat examples in the Military Academy, and firmly believed that with absolute firepower and tenacious willpower, he could be invincible. Unfortunately, luck and ability are just as indispensable.

Randolph glanced at Simon, who was still lying in the sniper position and calmly observing, and said in his heart that this kid would really rather shrink his head and turtle to death than come over and take a little risk, is this the way of survival for snipers? The vampire politely tapped on the hatch and said, "I can always find a way to drive the tank away, just as I found a way to kill you, now, how do you want to die?" ”

The value of a main battle tank that only damaged the tracks is self-evident, and the M1 captured by this crew is extremely rare, and the internal components are intact, whether it is handed over to Hydra or the Iron Army after a little bit of concealment, it is a staggering benefit! With the king of land warfare, even if he is as strong as the supreme king, how many armor-piercing shells can he take?

"I called for reinforcements! You want to kill me! Come! I'll go to hell in advance to say hello! Waiting for you untouchables! Major Chrysler shouted hysterically, and fell abruptly from the summit to the bottom. I am a Scarlet Crusader! I'm dead! I'm born! I will never die! ”

Randolph jumped off the chariot and muttered, "Crusader motto? He shook his arm at Simon and shouted, "Mr. Hayes! What do you mean? ”

Meaning? Simon laughed slightly, silently sticking out his thumb and flipping it downwards to the general perception of the defeated in the ancient Roman arena. "Are you done? The demon is ten kilometers away. Simon kindly reminded.

"Hey! Collect the snowmobile, we don't walk back. Simon beckoned Peter, there were still a few heavy ATVs that could be used for tinkering. Ramirez! Marco! Simon shouted, and the two mercenary leaders had already begun to loot the loot they had marked. Fuel! Part! Bullet! Medical! Don't bring coins! ”

"Holy." Marco held a bag made of a hooded jacket that had been stripped off, and contrary to Ramiré, who had gone to inspect the vehicles and ordnance, the cockscomb was attentive to picking out the coins, and in half an effort he packed a heavy bag. Hearing Simon's order, Marco picked up a few good one-dollar coins, picked out the blood marks from the corners and handed them to his nephew, and said, "Take it!" Uncle gave you a little red envelope! Then he threw the burden of only a few hundred coins on his shoulders into the pile, which instantly attracted the homeless people to fight for me.

"I'm guessing you don't like that kind of equipment." Simon squirmed his lips and said to Randolph from afar. He didn't think that after the battle, Randolph would still be a burdensome armed outcast. And the spikes will not be wanted, in order to lure out the demon bird, she does not hesitate to consume the three grizzly bears she has carefully raised. The lonely Hydra, the lonely Hydra is the right shape, and perhaps at some point in fate, they will meet a partner who matches both genes and smells, such as Adolfina who knows where the devil is going.

Spikes dragged an armor-piercing bullet from the tank's ammunition compartment and smashed it into the hatch of the infantry chariot as a hammer, probably unable to survive the tragic fate of the captive.

Outside, the crusaders were crippled but not dead, screaming incessantly, skinned and cramped by the deadly and wounded outcasts. Simon's squad was well acquainted with each other, and two were killed in the ambush, plus

Sia and another member of the team each carried chains, hooked the ankles and armpits of a wounded Crusader, and secured them to two snowmobiles traveling in reverse. Everyone was watching a drama with gusto, and the chains that had been strapped into the crusader's flesh stretched straight into the air. This is how the brutal Crusaders treated their captives, splitting their bodies into five pieces.

"I didn't retire a few years ago, and I did this when I did." Ramirez took the cigarette Jonathan handed him, and the advantage of the battlefield was that the fire was everywhere, and the burning wreckage was lit, allowing the spicy smoke to fill the lungs. Two wasteland survival experts talked. Ramirez hung his rifle and changed the center of gravity of his legs, looking at the crusaders who were gradually elongated, and said leisurely: "I remember that the hardest imperial cub lasted for four hours, and it was stretched by several feet, one foot or two feet?" I can't remember. ”

Simon is discussing with Randolph and Spikes about dividing up the spoils of the Overseer. Randolph said that he and the Spikes would have enough to occupy the M1 tank, and that he would not be able to take any more. Simon is naturally going to take three powerful all-terrain snowmobiles, next time he can recruit some elite mercenaries to play sports warfare, lure the enemy deep, concentrate on the attack, and break it, Simon has never attended a serious military academy, but war is the best teacher.

"If you want to move up the ranks, I suggest you take a few outcasts with you......," Randolph generously conceded his share. This time, the results of the lucky total annihilation team were recorded and copied back to Hydra for the first time, with the spikes the most powerful, taking forty percent, and the remaining three or three points. Simon's cumulative record in several raids was to eliminate nearly three-digit Crusader infantry and two-digit mobile vehicles. It's not unimpressive, but it's still inferior to the buffalo squad that blew up the Crusader supply yard.

Simon rejected Randolph's near-face-to-face attempt to put men on his team. The rookie had the opportunity to become a veteran after seeing blood, and the hundred or so armed refugees recruited by Randolph suffered seventy or eighty casualties in the ambush, and more than twenty were killed in the short moment when the ice lake was suppressed. Simon respects but doesn't value a warrior who is not afraid of death, he comes from the rangers, discipline, always discipline, discipline and obedience are what he needs.

Simon glanced at Randolph Neiying, who had quietly avoided at the beginning of the battle, the little man with brown hair and open front teeth, at first glance it was a certain infantry chariot crew, and before getting into the tank, the inside liner named Lindemann grinned at Simon, Simon pinched the skin of the Adam's apple and nodded expressionlessly.

"Let's talk about it specifically, you heard it, the overseer team called for reinforcements, I don't want to be surrounded." Although Simon was a little curious about what the three Randolphs were doing with the tank, he really didn't want to stay in such a conspicuous place for long, and the dazzling fire could be seen for several kilometers on the unobstructed snowfield.

"Isn't it over? We're on our way back! Simon turned and shouted. The all-terrain vehicle tied to the crusaders spewed black smoke, and with a "snort", the crusaders broke in two, crackling and leaking blood from the upper and lower bodies. The nimble players loaded the booty, Marco spilled the coins, and a few slippery homeless people tried to board the snowmobile, but were knocked over.

"Boss, I'm just having fun......," Garcia grumbled, the cold wind blowing at full speed powdered the blood. Simon wrapped his winter towel around him and said coldly, "There is no next time." ”

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