The purple poncho failed miserably.

When the defenders of Fort Mill opened the iron gates, the elite Hydra embroidered purple and black staggered back.

The Mill Army sat coldly at the purple ponchos that were holding each other, watching them disappear behind the curtain of iron. This is the territory of the defense forces of the city-state of Mill, and these soldiers who are fed up with mutant attacks are naturally unlikely to have much of a good opinion of Hydra. But the fundamental criterion that distinguishes them from bandits and thieves is discipline, which they regard as life, and in the same way, discipline brings life.

The lavish top floor of the former Fort Commander became the exhibition hall of today's Hydra Executives. The executive folded his hands and admired a tapestry, seemingly unconcerned about McCandles, who was kneeling behind him.

At first glance, there is nothing unusual about this tapestry, and the simple three primary colors make up the most earthy and popular wasteland style – utilitarianism, like some piece of velvet fur, nothing more.

Suffocating silence.

McCandless didn't even dare to clean his stench, so he just bowed his head. He made his way up the river beach almost completely before he was completely swept into Lake Michigan, losing his dignity in a fight with Simon, and draining his Hydra blood from a fight with a frog lion. The dirt and blood have long since congealed into stains, and even if they fall, they fall in lumps.

"Disappointment." The executive finally spoke, and as his vocal cords vibrate, he was exposed, and his long elf-like ears trembled slightly, but no one dared to laugh. Looking at the whole of Hydra, there are not a few executive officers with full powers and powers, and Alexander came from the headquarters of the Iron City to act on behalf of the king's part of the will. The upper can temporarily detain the leader of the sub-division, Midalen, and the lower? The next can be cut first and then played.

"I thought you were capable." With every word, McCandlesis lay on the ground and was even more humble, obviously without a trace of blood, but this silent man shuddered more than the Black Mountain Demon Eagle.

"As a result, you gave me one of these answers." The executive reached out and stroked the tapestry, and in his hand, how could there be any softness, pure toughness, pure. The dazzling red, red like the blood shed in this civil war, this is the carapace of the black living corpse "Black Prince" soaked in blood tanning. Embroidered green forging, lake demon scales. The beads of water blue, the pupils of frogs and lions.

This is the highest glory of a hunter.

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"Go back and serve for another ten years." The executive said lightly, and McCandlesis reflexively retreated as if he had been pardoned. Full of ecstasy for the rest of his life.

When the door of the exhibition hall was closed, the executive sighed quietly: "Kindness is not our principle. ”

"There is a limit to the punishment, have you forgotten Your Majesty's admonition?" In the darkness, a pair of green eyes emerged. Alexander looked at the aquarium instead, a wall of remembrance that allowed fish and insects to rise and fall. However, in the shadows, how can there be clear reason?

"We've shed enough blood, and it's enough to set an example for the purebloods, and if we don't kill Adolfina Morfin, the remnants of the purebloods will never surrender, and when we do win, Hydra will be able to cut itself down." The voice of the green eyes of the lake was sometimes condensed, and sometimes it tossed and turned in a few narrow beams of light.

The old master is gone, how can anyone set foot in this place easily? The aquarium cut off from the water source only saw a belly dragon carp with a tail that was silent at the bottom. Hydra's executive tilted his head slightly, and replied, "So it's right to release the broadcast, smash yourself on your heels, and then withdraw Solomon's army, which is about to crush Morfin to the bottom?" We're missing out! ”

The executive waved his arm angrily, and the shadow shook.

"We've paid so much to get into the fort that the headquarters won't go a little more to convince the Combine to use air force with the bullshit reason of 'Eagle Migration, Air Vehicle Maintenance'? If you can send one UH, why nine people to three? ”

"War requires decisiveness!" The silent one shouted the loudest, and the fish at the bottom of the box even shook.

The beam suddenly went out. It was a soft shout: "Transgression! ”

The executive officer was silent, and the shadow continued to flicker between the beams of light, and said unhurriedly: "Your Excellency is decided, why do you need us to wait for the courtiers to put their beaks?" But with Lord Du Fulun's decision, he can get rid of the rebellion, otherwise, he would not have sent you and me to capture and kill this failure. ”

As for this, the conclusion has been divided, the executive officer sighed, turned around and pushed the door of the hall, and said loudly: "But according to the king's will, don't kill him." ”

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For the rest of his life, the water rushed down McCandles' shoulder, and in the reflection of the mosaic tiles at his feet, he saw the years he had spent playing for Hydra

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The result - scars, scars. He drained the fortress's water reserves, and immediately recalled the scenes of struggling in the "canal".

One by one, his colleagues and comrades-in-arms were devoured by the water ghost fish, and were hooked up to the bottom of the river by frogs and lions, as if they were doomed to defeat and defeat when they saw the Storick.

"Di~" A long, sharp siren sounded, and the man, full of healing wounds, hurriedly put on his brand-new combat uniform. Inside the elevator, there were as many purple ponchos and nine-ringed snakes on their arms. McCandlesis sighed in his heart, these are all recruits who have just finished their hellish training, and those who can't survive the first week of the field mission, there is no need to even write down their names.

Therefore, McCandless naturally did not pay extra attention to the dull pale eyes behind the heavy smoky black mask.

The busy training hall was full of hustle and bustle. The mechanical arm lifted the "welding rod" heavy exoskeleton, and the matching Grimm Cannon was spot welded under the technician's welding torch, and the forklifts back and forth were carried in the steam, although the armory was ransacked by Simon, but the Mill fortress itself is a doomsday bunker, how can there be a redundancy?

McCandless bumped fists with the other two purple ponchos who had narrowly escaped the "canal", and the armbands of the three of them were embroidered with gold and black, and there was no doubt that they were in command of the recruits behind them.

A mountain of ammunition boxes stacked on the lift platform leading to the lower carrier hangar, McCandless picked up his helmet and put it on, fastened the harness, and held the handle of the gun in his palm through a layer of heavy braid. He leapt lightly onto the towering armory, scanning the group of subordinates who looked like they were yesterday.

"Tell me who you are." McCandless said calmly.

Bright rainbow, first solemn purple, they said, "I am Ikta, the warrior of the king!" ”

"Who are you?"

"Iqta! The samurai of the king! ”

Purple ponchos strode in unison towards the waiting vehicles, high-chassis assault amphibious vehicles, assault boats with heavy machine guns, and even teams of exoskeleton infantry in armor and helmets.

The door was open again, and these post-apocalyptic warriors walked in the direction of yesterday, mixing the mud and sand before the end of the apocalypse and the molten crystals of the nuclear explosion after the apocalypse.

Indomitable.

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