The night was silent.

Every 11 o'clock, a strict curfew is imposed in the Iron City, and the patrol has the right to kill people on the spot unless they are military personnel or those with access permits. Many of the wilderness nomads who have just entered the city are accustomed to being wild, and they kneel on the grinding stone at the city gate once and are afraid of dirty knees, so they insist on going out for a stroll at night. But at most, the sound of gunfire is like a distant thunderbolt by chance, disturbing people's dreams.

The majestic and wide outer city wall is enough to drive a serious main battle tank, of course, the steel army will not be stupid enough to really take dozens of tons of valuable mobile technical weapons to use as fixed turrets, Rao is so, the soldiers on the outer city wall are loaded with guns in groups of four, patrolling closely, fixed searchlights and flares are used interchangeably, reflecting the city wall around the bright as day, whenever a homeless person dares to cross the forbidden line, it is to shoot mercilessly.

"Please, Langley, it's already the fourth, so I'm sorry to be merciful." A soldier of the Iron Army, dressed in a black-blue-gray-white triangular oblique leaf camouflage uniform, hung down his M110A2 quasi-marksman rifle and turned his head dissatisfied.

The gunman who called Langley pushed the trigger and smiled, "What's the matter?" Hands are fast and hands are slow, little brother, practice more marksmanship, otherwise you will lose a pack of cigarettes today. ”

"you......" The night wind sent a few traces of gunpowder, but it couldn't sweep away the homeless people who were shot in the forehead hundreds of meters away and fell down.

The soldiers were a little irritable, and the loser set up his gun again, and through the high-powered night vision scope, he saw a few homeless people who were lying on the corpses and crying. "It's noisy, help me keep an eye on it, I'm going to slaughter these cubs." Said the loser.

"Take it easy, if you are caught by the captain and shoot before crossing the line, you just wait to squat and be confined." Saying that, Langley was still vigilant and looked around, there were only people from their team in this area, even if they were unlucky enough to be caught by the patrol, it would be a big deal to hand over a few cigarettes, after all, who would care about the wasteland outcasts outside the city? In the face of heavy firepower, it doesn't matter if it's a homeless or a mob.

"Hell, it's off." The first shot was crooked, and the bullets flying past their ears instantly frightened the people into a hurry, but they stepped on the forbidden line in a panic.

"Ping-pong-ping-pong!" Several gunshots rang out, and the person who crossed the line immediately fell to his knees with several bullets in his body, clutching his throat, as if he had not resolved his hatred, and the loser still made up for it in anger and impartiality.

"What a runaway little bitch." The loser scolded again, and was about to turn his head sideways, when suddenly he hit his head in the thick of the night, and there was only a burst of black fog, and he stood on the spot.

The Psychic Assaulter waved forward, and the Hydras behind him leapt over the walls, cloaked in optical camouflage nets that kept them completely hidden. Surrounded by the Crimson Guards, Simon hurriedly glanced at the watchtower, the army that had won the crown of combat power after defeating the Harrisburg Crusaders was still vulnerable to Hydra's mutant abilities. If Hydra didn't want to get involved, it wasn't just a temporary loss of consciousness.

Hydra was always quick to move, and after the Regent Melissa had decided to open Fort Kent earlier, the Crimson Guards stood at Simon's bedside at midnight on the third day. This two-and-a-half army, which was bestowed the blood of the Supreme by the High King himself, had the discipline and coordination of a regular army. Just as 1+1 is greater than 2, once the Crimson Guards attack in a cluster, even the battle enablers in the Nine Songs can be undefeated.

Even if Simon accidentally activated his second ability on April 12, psionic energy shift, he was able to construct a powerful physiological electric curtain with the help of a huge mental disorder, which could deflect objects, and in part help to march quickly. But compared to the Crimson Guards, it's still not enough. The red-eyed Hydra silently restrained Simon as he walked through the Night Wasteland, wandering creatures or not, as if they were unaware of their existence.

The necessary defensive area of the Iron City basically stretched about a hundred miles away, and since Hydra had decided to open Fort Kent privately behind the back of the council and the army, it was natural to put secrecy first, hiding in the optical camouflage net, and Simon could feel the night wind howling. The two arms were clamped like pincers. Thanks to the Crimson Guards not disarming him, he was able to take a look at his AATS watch.

In the second half of the night, when the moon was dark and the wind was high, the Scarlet Guards finally crossed the southernmost Lisbon fortress, and as soon as the guards let go, Simon stumbled and almost fell into the woods

Digging through the dirt under his feet, the shadow of the secret vehicle library appeared in three or two clicks. Simon gazes at the towering Lisbon Signal Tower in the distance. The tower, which is more than 100 meters high, houses 500 soldiers, and it alone occupies half of the garrison of the Four Corners Fortress. Simon's glimmer vision is not hard to see the huge craters left over from the Winter War.

Now it's a crematorium.

“go.” The Crimson Guards were as good as gold, and as soon as the two of them worked together to lift out the pre-buried pickup, Simon pulled open the door of the badly peeled rusted subway skin, but he didn't doubt the power of the thing at all. The pickup rolled over the new turf, still silently and silently heading south.

The carriage was so quiet that he couldn't even breathe, and Simon, who was huddled in the middle, couldn't even feel the temperature outside the Crimson Guard's armor, as if they were corpses decorated in steel. The journey suddenly became more distant. Outside the window is always eternal darkness, and Simon silently recalls that same dark days.

That's a real nightmare.

Alone in the vast and empty underground world that encompasses the entire universe, he wakes up empty, and what he screams madly attracts is a giant rat. He thought he would never remember hiding in the freezer for the rest of his life, watching in horror at the door of the white sin of the door. In the maneuver of "G", Simon struggles one by one to explore the cabin that may be canned after opening the door, and may be a can, a cloth, or a monster. He didn't know how long he could hold on to waking up in the dark, but now that he thinks about it, it was probably only the faith of his country and his family that made him live to the day he found his officer identification card.

The old neighbors, Simon's own giant rat, the predator spider, and the new neighbor who saw him off, probably the most imaginary of the Monica people can only be named aliens.

“out.” The sky was not yet white, a thawed river next to the car seemed to be rushing, the soil under the military boots was gradually wet, Simon put his hand on the pergola and looked at it, everywhere was the white ground after the house had been burned out, and the chimney that occasionally stood strong in the ruins looked like an exclamation point. This is the West Side? The thought flashed through Simon's mind.

"Do you want to take a break?" Simon asked.

"No, it's here."

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