"You're late." A plastic bag was blown through the empty street, and it was empty.

"Hell." Sergeant Ameli realized that he had fallen into the trap of the other side, but as long as the other side was willing to speak, it meant that the negotiations had not collapsed and that the two sides still had common interests.

"The road is difficult and dangerous, everyone understands it, so let's find a windless place to sit down and have a good talk!" To be honest, Sergeant Amelie certainly didn't think that a word would be able to coax the other party who was in a favorable position, and out of surprise, the red spot on his forehead disappeared. Suddenly, the drone came with footage and several divers climbed out of the river. "Ahead! Ahead! To be on the safe side, the sergeant even turned on the backup hit reaction device to ensure that no shot would be missed under any circumstances.

"It's been so long, and you still haven't grown." The ghostly voice, the ghostly figure, the vital detector that was always turned on caught a trace of a heartbeat at the last moment, but one hand pressed the barrel of Sergeant Amelie's gun. "Let's go somewhere windy and talk."

A throbbing throbbing from the soul struck Sergeant Amélie's heart, even though the man was unarmed, even though the sergeant was wearing a military exoskeleton, but the evil force was the brain. "We're talking here, not going." The sergeant replied.

The mysterious man looked around at the AEK rifle pointed at him in unison with a fist, and sighed: "It's been so long, it looks like the whip has gone into your bones, this is my ID, hooray!" Franz! As he spoke, the mysterious man took out a pitch-black document from his field gray rubber trench coat, the cover of which was surrounded by the familiar thirteen stars of steel, and the mysterious man slowly opened the cover, "Bernhard Barrymore."

"We're allies." Bernhard rolled his eyes, it was a copy of the Iron Army's military card, and it was difficult to imitate this fine patent leather craftsmanship alone. "Allies, allies, green." The sergeant motioned for the soldiers to lower their guns, and the divers who were lurking in the river had all removed their helmets, all of whom had unhealthy traces of iron and copper unlike the fairer complexion of the Iron City people.

"So you're sending a signal to headquarters asking for negotiations? It's a detour. The sergeant said.

Bernhard glanced at the sergeant, the old Iron Army still holding the trigger in his hand, and it was obvious that keeping an eye on it was the instinct of everyone who walked outside, he pinched his food thumb and blew a loud and long whistle, and the drone sent back further images, and snipers in ice and snow cloaks appeared in the streets. "It's not me who asks for negotiations, it's them."

The second lieutenant of the Iron Force from the Barrymore family pointed to the divers and explained, "To cut a long story short, these men are Marietta's militia, and they escaped by narrowly after the Crusaders captured Marietta the other day, claiming to be willing to provide important inside information about the Crusaders. ”

Sergeant Améli looked at the Marietta men who had been lurking in the icy river for a long time in order not to take the slightest risk, their bald heads and arms were covered with piranha gnawing marks, and they smelled the smell of fish that could not be concealed, Bernhard was not lying, and it was not only the Marietta militia who were divers.

"A few fishermen, what information can they provide?" The sergeant turned his head, it was not a good thing to stand in the street, he kicked through the crumbling wall beside him, and burrowed into what was presumably the lobby of the presumably pre-war port café,

He sat down in a chair and said.

"Fisherman? These were not just fishermen, one of them was named Jokes Bracken, who was once a high-ranking member of Marietta's Self-Defense Forces, and had met the captain of the spearman Ludendorff's personal army a few days before the city was breached. "The Marietta militiamen skillfully folded the high-grade diving suits provided to them by the Iron Army in the same way as they folded underwater fish suits, and almost instantly, they put them in their backpacks. The dark and thick chest hair is exposed, fishy, and fierce.

Sergeant Améli grabbed Bernhard, put his hand behind his waist and made a seemingly unintentional movement, pulled it aside and whispered: "Dude, you are from Barrymore, you know better than me what we are aiming for now, and my task is to negotiate terms with you, not ...... Lightning Thunder! ”

"Honor father," Bernhard immediately picked up the Iron Army's secret whisper. "We only distribute 20 grams of rattan tea a week, if it is fake, this group of people is real."

Sergeant Améli touched his nose, put his hands behind his back, his eyes softened, and said, "So the information they brought?" ”

"I don't know." Bernhard shook his head. Sergeant Amelie looked into the collar of the trench coat of this young ensign whose surname was one of the founding families of Steel City, the whiteness and delicacy that were visible to the naked eye, and even a little faint incense, maybe the password and content could be interrogated, but the innate noble taste could not be imitated.

"Did you bring a telematics? Jokes Brecken insisted on speaking to headquarters in person before he could tell him what he had. ”

"Brought it." The sergeant replied that the remaining eight Iron Army soldiers were not in the same room. "But first tell me how Jokes Bracken persuaded you."

"Okay." Bernhard shrugged his shoulders, crossed his arms and said: "Anyway, Marietta City is finished, some classified documents are no longer classified, Jokes Brecon is our spy, according to the original plan, he will be the next head of Marietta's city defenses." ”

This sentence finally convinced Sergeant Amelie, who summoned Technical Sergeant Winle and removed the laptop-sized telematics, a precision machine that could not be produced at the current industrial level, but was the inventory of the Iron City while it was still in the Vault, and played a major role in the creation of the Iron Army. "Start simulating signals, it will take about a few minutes to transmit and transfer, and we are ...... the communication drones along the way to take off" This steel army rushed all the way and put down a lot of signal signs along the way, which was enough to support encrypted communication.

"It's yours now, when this light jumps to green, you speak, red, the call ends, understand?" Wenle taught the turtle-like Marietta to use a communicator, but the turtle replied coldly: "I've been playing longer than you, sergeant." With that, he kicked them out of the third floor of the café.

"Sir, if you allow ......," Sergeant Winle picked his teeth angrily. I don't allow it. "Of course, Sergeant Amelie knows what the technical sergeant wants to do, and the telecomm can withstand electromagnetic interference from radiation bursts, but it can't block the bugging.

Bernhard's men scattered in all directions, and faintly built a defensive network around the small building, and the Iron Army soldiers also did

In their own way, they spread signal transmission signs and affixed blast rings, they are called the "Iron Army", and they do use more steel than other wasteland military forces.

"I've always been curious about how you Rangers fight, and you've been lurking in Marietta for the last few days? There are a lot more mutant monsters there than in Columbus City, right? Sergeant Amélie kept following Bernhard and chatted casually, anyway, even if the telecomm is transmitted at full power, it can take about 40 minutes. There will be no one in Parkersburg Harbor in winter, as long as it's not at night, it's safe.

"Much less, Columbus is dying every day, and I haven't seen a demon bird in a long time." Bernhard's outfit is not a typical steel army uniform, the kind of restraint hanging tights in order to adapt to the individual exoskeleton, rookies who have not worn it are particularly easy to strangle eggs, and veterans will wear as much more warm clothing as possible in addition to the restraint suit, saving them from freezing alive if they abandon the exoskeleton.

"As for the combat methods, they are not much different from Hydra's Pathfinders, and they are basically doing some work to collect hydrographic information and use it to update the map." Ameli also thought that this nobleman surnamed Barrymore should be very arrogant, but he didn't expect it to be very easy-going, and his previous actions alone were enough for some noble officers to put on small shoes for him.

"So what map do you usually go out to get? I'd love to make a copy. The sergeant said, and the second lieutenant in the rubber raincoat glanced at him strangely. Is there any copy, isn't it the electronic version of Google Maps before the war? It's nothing more than that when it's updated in real time, it may be one of my marks, and I have a hand-drawn copy here, so you can take a copy. ”

The sergeant scratched his head in embarrassment, decided to change the subject, and said, "So what does the boss mean that we want to do a big ticket?" ”

When the snow and ice flooded the first floor of the café in February, Bernhard took out a small mirror and reflected the sunlight into a half-bald warehouse across the bridge, where it was immediately responded with three flashes. "The ruins of the city are quiet, I don't know if it's big or not, if we can destroy Marietta's crusaders sooner, I can go home on vacation, and then our sled troops can kick the Columbus crusaders in the ass from the flanks and rear, which is good."

The sergeant probably guessed the identity of Bernhard's city, and it must be a branch of the Barrymore family, not only a branch, but also the second son of a branch, otherwise the nobles of serious blood would not have talked to a non-commissioned officer so much. "It's beautiful when you think about it, and from summer to winter, the things that the bitch raises should not be able to hold on."

The tea room on the third floor was opened, and Wenle took the communication device handed by Jokes Breken, and without waiting for Bernhard to ask, he said bluntly: "The headquarters has granted my request, the operation code is 'fire fighting', from now on, I am your temporary commander, and the authorization order will be received soon, change the assembly point, and we will move in a northeasterly direction." ”

"That's Marietta!" Bernhard said.

"Yes." Brecken patted Sergeant Amelie and pointed to the sky, "Send an orange flare so my people know it's done, and I hope you have enough beacons." ”

A clear orange firework erupted in the sky. "How fast is the wind?" Brecken dialed the anemometer next to Ryan's exoskeleton. "9.8 meters per second."

"That's enough, the sky is ours."

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