Bloody, Simon swept the saber with blood beads, the blade was clear and reflected the blood-red snow, he casually threw the saber to Marco, who rushed over, turned around and walked to Randolph with MP7, frowned: "Your person is at this level?" A swarm of bees? Did I overestimate your dominance? Even such a little capital dares to say that it will annihilate a fleet of heavy transport vehicles? DON'T SAY IT'S SIXTY WANDERERS ON FOOT, SIXTY CAVALRY CHARGING IN CLUSTERS, AND 20MM MACHINE GUNS SWEEPING THROUGH, YOU WANT TO USE ME AS A BACKSTOP? ”

The vampire's face was unusually ugly, and the people recruited by Randolph were not homeless wilderness outcasts, but bankrupt residents who gathered a hundred yuan and pulled in one person, if they were really cowardly and insensitive, I am afraid that the blood cross alone would be able to shake and not dare to move. Randolph ignored the screaming men who were picking up the loot, and leaned closer and said, "These are all cannon fodder that consumes firepower in advance, your people, plus the spike team, I am in charge of cannon fodder and ammunition." ”

Simon's face is a little better, his expedition team has spent a lot of money, just the advance payment is at least 3,000 yuan per person, Simon also promised dividends and equipment discounts after the fact, and the follow-up remuneration for the death of the war will be paid to the family, and the team members who have no worries are naturally willing to work hard, and they are worried about Ramirez, and they are loyally assisted by the former commander of Longhu, Simon is consciously transforming the squad into a ranger squad that he is familiar with, and fighting in this vast environment, Simon's team can crush the morale of Randolph's squad at the cost of a few injuries, No matter how tough the vampire is, it can't compete with the M110A4's 10-round rapid fire with overload condensation.

"There's still a snowmobile in the church cellar, take your guys, get out of here, I don't want to wipe your ass again." Simon watched sideways as Marco and a few of his team members shouted and waved to knock over a few homeless people, dismantled the two M249s on the Crusader snowmobile, and said with his arms crossed.

Randolph realized what Simon meant, the homeless can only be regarded as a resource, you can have as much money and guns as you want, next time, Simon will not be so nosy. The vampire, who had somehow lost his voice, nodded silently and turned to clear out the men who had suffered casualties.

"Boss, let's go like this, the Crusaders are all M4s, and you can take more bullets if you can't carry the gun." Marko came back with two M249 SAs with their butts removed, and muttered sheepishly. Simon estimated the ammunition reserves, squinted his eyes and said: "You can carry it, you can take as much as you like, and if you dare to fall behind, you will go and feed the rotting wolf." ”

"You can't move your back......," Marko replied. Whispering to Fastley, the innocent kid carried two more 100-shot M249s.

Simon's choice of alternate assembly point was exactly where he could be reached after a day's trek, and although they were all hard-working and strong men, they were fully armed and maintained normal physical exertion, and the speed of walking in the snow would not exceed 3 kilometers per hour. Fortunately, the most common characteristic of wastelanders is tenacity, there are no cars to travel these days, a basic cargo truck in Steel City is sold for more than 10,000 yuan, and the all-terrain vehicle is even more staggering, thanks to Simon's Humvee from the Crusaders to deduct a good price, otherwise Simon is really worried about where to get money.

Until two and a half hours after dark, the team had been traveling for more than ten hours in a row, and a group of snow wolves had begun to peep at the sidelines, Simon's team

Only then did they reach the edge of the barren city, and entered the school teaching building that had been cleaned in advance, and the iron door was locked and stuffed, and the snow wolf's legs could not be rubbed no matter how long they were.

Assigned a night sentry post, each cooked canned hot food, Simon took off his backpack and pulled a school chair that was mothed out of dense holes, opened the Zhibao lighter with a "ding" sound, lit a cigarette, a mouthful of smoke into the lungs, a mouthful of hot water into the stomach, and the fatigue instantly dissipated a lot, but the butt just next to the chair, but it was a "collapse", the chair was broken, the team members burst into laughter, Simon shouted "hell". Embarrassed, he kicked the chair completely, handed Garcia the cigarette casually, put up his collar, and climbed to the top floor.

The first guard is not Marco's relatives and friends recommended by him, although Marco is still middle-aged and still has a nondescript cockscomb, but the mercenaries introduced are indeed strong, and they can live a few tricks under Simon's hands in empty-handed combat, and the most important thing is to be obedient, as long as they don't die, the order to deliberately send them to death is forbidden. Simon unzipped Parker's winter suit and stuffed a kettle filled with hot tea into his pocket.

"Thank you, sir." At night, when the wind and snow are howling, the mask and ear protector cap are always wet, and the newly captured M249 makes it difficult for the sentry to bring in a heavy machine gun, the only pity is that the reloading drum is a little troublesome. Simon nodded, and glanced to the west rather complicatedly, where Pennsylvania was, his native hometown, but even if he stepped on his homeland, it was not the paradise he remembered.

The wind and snow broke up the words, and in a vague ear, Parker said, "Sir, where are you from?" ”

Simon wanted to smoke a cigarette, but at the sentry post, lighting a red cigarette was undoubtedly telling potential ambushers, look! There's an idiot here lighting a cigarette! So he endured the increasingly strong smoking addiction, bit his thumb, and said in a muffled voice: "Pennsylvania, a small town like this, people have long been dead." ”

"I'm sorry, sir, I thought you were a frontier hunter, well, it's the old frontier of Ford City, because only people over there who were born to fight the monsters of the wild forest have such great marksmanship, and a relatively white complexion." The so-called border line of Ford City is actually the dark jungle that once grew rapidly after the nuclear explosion of the Great Lakes hub Dieter, almost the entire northern state of the old Union is covered by this towering plant with the height of a fir tree and the width of a redwood tree, and no matter how large the human army is, they dare not go deep into it, and the border hunters who rely on the edge of the jungle to survive are all sharpshooters, and the backbone of the Ford City army with a developed automobile industry is these hunter woodcutters who can still shoot accurately in bumpy vehicles.

Simon sniffled, clutched his fists and coughed, wiped his face with misty gray snow, folded his arms, and looked at the twenty-four indistinguishable wasteland, for hundreds of years, this is the world's most fertile and wide plain, the abundance of the year's ripe and seven seas, every league member has a cowboy dream when he is young. Simon was silent for a moment and said, "What about you?" Where is your home? ”

"Near Montenegro, I know where it is, but I can't say it, I remember that there is a particularly large cement pillar at the intersection, which is ridiculous, I used to not carry a gun, but planted plums, which are 30 yuan a pound of sour plums in the city, which can sour and pour teeth, and are generally sandwiched between bread and eaten." Parker made a funny appearance of eating plums, sour and swaying,

Simon Wan'er laughed, and he replied: "It's nothing funny, you all rely on your hands to earn food, it stands to reason that your home is far away from Steel City, why did you run here?" ”

Parker snorted hot air into his glove and patted the snow on his mask, not listening to the sadness. "The other end of Montenegro is the alliance, I can't remember the day, the alliance's collection team arrived in the village, the loudspeaker shouted that it was to ask us to join the alliance and restore the pre-war life together, and then we wanted to collect food, of course we refused, so the alliance people directly slaughtered the village, I was very young at the time, hiding in the sour plum swamp, and later, I came to the steel city, so that if you are willing to work here, you can eat enough, and no one will suddenly come and shoot you."

Parker seemed to be telling another man's story rather than his own personal experience, and Simon didn't even see a trace of grief in his eyes, perhaps because it was so long ago that survival had crushed the thirst for revenge. Simon looked away, and the gray and snowy sky gradually had demon birds circling, and the mutant white dove with a wingspan comparable to an albatross swooped at a speed of more than 500 kilometers per hour, and could easily crash into a Humvee and shake a chariot. Nine times out of ten, the wasteland is exposed to light at night, attracting demons. Simon smacked his lips, covered his lower lip with his upper lip, and said, "I have a good friend with the same name as you, ah, it's not the same name, Patrick, but we don't bother to shout like that, most of the time it's called Parker, three or four years younger than you, it's a very happy guy, and we beat him up badly when he first came." ”

"Is he alive, sir?"

"Dead, dead for a long time, dead far away, but there, well, how to say, a person dies and goes to heaven, not a good place for us to die here and go to hell." Simon's throat was slightly dry, and he remembered that Patrick was submerged in the fiery stream of Ivan the Terrible's giant mecha, like an ant dripping with amber, and perhaps one day when humanity returns to the peak of civilization, he will find a piece of transparent iron-colored amber wrapped around a silly young man, and then sent to the National Museum for treasure. Although, haha, it's unlikely. Simon thought.

"Let's go, it's midnight." Simon motioned for Parker to bring his gun to a different sentry post.

Simon's choice of the middle school building is just the edge of the city is not high or low buildings, and the surrounding buildings are close to the ground, shoot a flex can be easily through the top floor, the second day at noon, the appointed time, three snowmobiles came, compared to yesterday's sixty people, Randolph only brought twenty people, but the rest are vampires personally trained to train the "elite".

Simon habitually stretched out his hand, but immediately retracted it, he didn't want to be accidentally poisoned and die, the school building was big enough to house the vampire's centaurs, Randolph said, "In the evening, the spiky man is coming to meet. ”

"Where's the bazooka you promised?" Simon was most concerned about this, and Randolph pinched the bridge of his almost sunken nose and explained, "Naturally, we will get it before launching an attack, more than thirty sticks, enough for us to cool off for several rounds." ”

Simon kept a distance of five meters from Randolph, he was not interested in risking his life, it didn't make much sense to start AATS at too short a distance, and his quick movements were still a live target in the overload flow velocity, Simon looked sideways and said: "We, I, you, the meaning is divided." ”

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