The Crusader corpse and the prostitute who had been toyed to death by the gunmen were dragged out of the pool of sewage and thrown into the back of a garbage truck.

Simon watched everything coldly, and the Hummer convoy stayed for less than an hour in total. Simon, however, did not have to worry that the Crusaders would be able to attack the neutral states of Mandsville by force, unless he did not want to get supplies in any of the northern neutral states. So Simon consulted all sorts of information provided by the mercenary union as planned. Unlike the mercenaries who take on the auxiliary duties of the wasteland forces, these battlefield mercenaries who are accustomed to licking the blood of the knife are contemptuously called "private ducks", and the security mercenary function is only to protect the personal safety of their employers, but it is indeed the first choice for many mercenaries who retire from the army due to minor injuries.

Simon silently pondered in his heart why the Gunners, who should have been commanding at the front, returned in Mandsville, positioning himself as a neutral state in Mandsville, and the Crusaders must have wanted to get more supplies from Mandsville, which was closest to the Columbus front, and might even ask for garrisons, fortify Mandsville, and even take over the Mandsville Self-Defense Army. Whether it is the former or the latter, Mandsville is not profitable, on one side is the Great Lake Dragon, on the other side is the mad tiger and the lion, Mandsville does not have the confidence to sell arms with both hands for profit like Steel City.

As soon as Simon opens the door of the safe house, it is a striptease party, and Simon wonders if he is overindulgent to the team. After going out twice and being seen as a white-faced duckling, Simon naturally held back the fire in his heart, and kicked and kicked away the dancer who left in a hurry with her clothes and begging for money.

The team had already rested in Mandsville for a week, and after sweeping away the previous exhaustion and comfort, the energy must be vented to other aspects, Fastley spread his hands and said, "Please, captain, today's New Year's Eve, let's have fun today." ”

Simon glanced at the AATS watch, there are still a few hours left to reach the new year 2117, after this day, Simon can be regarded as officially surviving in the wasteland for a year, the young mercenary leader sighed, and said: "The last time I invited you to dinner was Christmas, get dressed, wrap up your dick, I'll treat you, go to that house to drink!" ”

The team members suddenly cheered: "Boss! Banzai! ”

Simon stroked his chin, "Heil, boss?" He listened too much in the Iron City, "Heil! hydra”，“heil！ Franz！ "Dare to love that he is also listed as a god at this time?

The lark tavern naturally welcomes this group of masters who drink well and are willing to spend money, the only fly in the ointment is that the commander who pays the bill estimates that there is something unspeakable or has a high vision, and several tavern maids bet on who can win the favor of the heroic and white commander without exception, even if the bronze lark personally went out and still did not pry open the commander's mouth.

Mandsville followed the rules of the Iron City almost everything, enforcing a curfew from twelve o'clock at night to six o'clock in the morning, and Simon had no choice but to soak in a pile of humanoid vomiting machines in the tavern, which was a great torture for Simon's far sharper sense of smell than before.

Even always

Marco, who claims to be able to fill ten bottles of vodka, has to be carried by Ramirez to the box of the Lark Tavern, where the waitresses clean up the mess with a mop dipped in kitchen waste. Simon was in a daze in the corner of the booth with a lantern.

"Go away." The ballpoint pen drew a grim oblique hook, scribbling the tail of the "g" to the point of length, and Simon flipped a page just enough to cover the full page of his diary. Glancing up at Lori, the youngest of the maids, who was said to be waiting for a price and selling the first night, she spoke up.

"What are you writing that will satisfy my little curiosity?" Lori leaned on a long-pole mop, freckles on her cheeks against her extraordinarily clear lake-blue eyes. Lucky to be born, Simon thought.

"Calculate how many days I have left to go home." Simon said casually that as a non-commissioned officer, more often than not, a commander and a sniper, Simon's military career gave Simon few opportunities to lie, therefore, he also lacked the need to lie, Simon picked a most irrelevant topic and perfunctory.

Lori winked quickly at the waitresses who were sweeping the floor, sat down next to Simon, poked her head over, and saw a blank page, but she looked more happy than she had won the bet. "There's nothing here." Simon said.

"Nope." Lori said, her eyes as bright as the stars in the night sky, and she couldn't help but reach out her chubby fingers to touch Simon's small diary. "Is this your hometown?" Her eyes were on Simon's small postcard tucked into his diary.

Simon picked up the postcard of the city of Berlin with the Brandenburg Gate printed on it, tilted it slightly towards Lori's side, and said: "The pre-war continental world, Berlin, the capital of another country, this is their city monument, the goddess of victory." ”

Receiving Simon's eye signal, Lori timidly touched the postcard, she returned her hand like lightning, and blurted out: "It's so cold?" This kind of paper is so cold and slippery, is it made of bullet shells? ”

"Coated paper, which was given to me by a friend when I used to go to Berlin, told me that after the victory in the war, my army, and I, would proudly walk under the Brandenburg Gate, which is the tradition of their country, the Arc de Triomphe." Simon rummaged through his coat pocket and took out the small postcard he had always treasured: "Look, this is Big Ben in the foggy capital, the Eiffel Tower in the flower capital, the Colosseum in the ancient capital, and the Red Square in Mosross." ”

"Is that your hometown?" Lori asked, it was obviously the first time she had seen the glorious old world, even the tip of the iceberg, enough to make her obsessed and inconceivable, how could there be such a beautiful and simple architecture in the world just to show art? How much area does a machine gun have to be controlled by such a tall tower? How many guns can be made after smelting?

Simon hesitated for a moment, pressed his finger to the red wall, and said, "This, I want my hometown, but I've never been there." ”

Sensing that Simon was in a bad mood, Lori immediately changed the subject, rubbed the postcard, and said: "This kind of paper, so beautiful, so beautiful, just like our signboard, shiny." ”

"I've got this one for you." Unexpectedly, Simon said this, Lori obediently put down the postcard and whispered, "You, you have to send me everything." ”

"Why?"

"Sometimes passing caravans sell like this

's pre-war postcard, a ten-dollar piece, Sister Lark sold it for a hundred dollars on the first night, and I was also a hundred dollars, you ...... If only you gave me nine. ”

Simon looked at Lori, who should be as old as his sister, and rubbed her little head, he forgot that anything in the wasteland has value. Send, give, is a privilege only for the upper class of human beings, ordinary civilians are struggling with food and clothing, where does the extra money come from to do favors? Simon drew five to the girl and said, "I have a girlfriend, these five are considered as a deposit, and when you are eighteen years old, I will come to you again and pay you a hundred yuan." ”

Lori excitedly took the postcard, not that she had forgotten to say thank you, but that she had lost personal contact, and "thank" gradually became part of the linguistic isolation, and Simon put away the diary from the safe in the underground vault of Fort Kent. "Go, go to your lark sister, and let them see the good world too."

When I woke up, it was the year 2117, and the new year had brought no change to Mandsville, and people were supposed to work and beg. Simon still wandered around the city hall square, the trade union bulletin board, and acted again at least to avoid the limelight for a while, winter is about to usher in the most violent snowstorm, and the labor expedition is by no means a good way, before the power of nature, I am afraid that the front-line war will have to be terminated.

In his third week in Mandsville, Simon was on his usual routine walk, when suddenly, a group of heavily armed urban self-defense troops ran through the streets, stepped on a puddle of stagnant water, splashed Simon with muddy water, and followed the route of the self-defense forces, they were replenishing the garrison of the city walls.

"Jesmu! What happened? A confused pedestrian on the side of the road called out to a certain Self-Defense Army soldier he knew, and the soldier hurriedly replied: "Crusaders! The Crusaders have surrounded the city! ”

Crusade? Simon took a deep breath and tried his best to turn on his five senses, and the deafening roar of the tank engine reached Simon's ears several kilometers away. "Pack up your gear, we're going to prepare for the worst!" Simon said at Ramirez, and the old mercenary nodded in agreement.

Simon kicked open the door to get the team into combat immediately, and the garage buzzed as Ramirez drove the snowmobile, which had been erased from the Crusader logo. However, as soon as Simon was carrying a captured M24 on his back, a terrible alarm sounded in Mandsville.

"Air defense alert? Did they misplace? Garcia wondered, Simon loaded the MP7 magazine, loaded the bolt, and immediately remembered the Aruntuna, a city slaughtered by the Crusaders' gunboats, when he witnessed the Gunmaillon a few days ago. I hope you're right. Simon said sincerely.

Outside the city.

"Great gunmen, why are you besieging our city? According to the agreement, Mandsville has already supplied the crusaders with a sufficient amount of military supplies! We can't provide you with troops in violation of the agreement! The horn sounded.

The gun-gunned knight sitting in the main battle tank lifted the hatch and opened his big mouth, which was to pull out a rear molar, which was filled into the revolver as a bullet, and there was a harsh electric noise, and the gun-gunned knight shouted: "Yes, you group of suckers will not provide soldiers for Lao Tzu, but you will pack these rabbit cubs and send them to Steel City!" ”

"So, if you don't give it, I'll kill you."

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