Simon and the three were indeed quite lucky, the S3 caravan was quite large, consisting of forty cargo oxen, fifty escorts, and many more entourages, and belonged to the Central Chamber of Commerce of Steel City in the Great Lakes Industrial Zone, which regularly brought industrial products to the south for sale. At this time, the caravan was not afraid of the raids of the wilderness mob at all, and when it met a traveler who wanted to pass by and paid enough money, the caravan naturally did not mind taking a ride.

It's as simple as that.

Simon looked at the caravan guards with interest, they were using more sophisticated AR rifles, and Simon could tell that they were all M16A4 rifles that had been mothballed by the Allies before the war, and they were all dressed in steel-black uniforms painted with diamond-shaped insignia. Whether marching or camping, the division of labor was clear and orderly, and it was dusk, and the heavy locomotives carrying several knights roared out of the cordon, digging hidden foxholes along the ring of defenses, and the quality was simply different from that of the Wyatt mercenaries.

Despite the sniper rifle's wrapping around strips of cloth, there is no shortage of sharp-eyed people who recognize it as a high-performance gun. In the absence of long-range heavy weapons, skilled snipers are in demand wherever they are, as long as the muzzle is not pointed at the mercenary.

The caravan leader Gilpin specially sent someone to invite Simon to the campfire to drink spirits together, and encountered such a stubble incident in Wyatt Company, Simon naturally knows how to make up his mind about M110A4 There are really a lot of people, compared to disobeying the caravan leader's face and provoking fifty guns, Simon still pinched his nose and was invited.

"Ah, here comes the guests." The leader of the caravan had a beautiful beard, especially a small mustache on his upper lip that looked like a dictator, looking upright and shrewd, and when he saw Simon being invited, he greeted and handed over the enamel cup, poured a full glass of wine, and the guards around him said in unison: "A mouthful!" "Let's do it first for respect.

It was difficult to resist the hospitality, Simon held a weighty wine glass, drank it all in his throat, and a killing line suddenly burned down his throat to his stomach, and immediately exploded the entire ammunition depot, Simon took a lot of effort to swallow the spicy throat move, took a long breath, and said in a dumb voice: "It's really strong!" Unaware of this, the guards nodded their heads and counted five, but Simon did not move.

Gilpin laughed heartily, refilled the next glass of bubbling beer, and said, "The first time you dare to stuff Jett fuel wine, okay!" Congratulations on becoming Solomon's next sheep to the slaughter, though! The cold night is long, the last cup tested you are a man, this cup wishes the future hopeful! ”

The glasses were raised steadily, colliding with each other, but not spilling a trace of wine, and even Simon shouted together: "There is hope for the future!" ”

Simon exhaled a long breath of turbid air and burped, and Gilpin put his hand into the coal, rubbed his red hand and put it on his belly, and said, "To Iron City?" After receiving an affirmative reply, Gilpin sent the guards to watch the night, saying, "Long stay or short stay?" ”

"Let's see the year." Simon replied vaguely.

Simon noticed that Gilping glanced at the strip of cloth on the back of his shoulder, and simply took the initiative to speak: "As you can see, I am a sniper. ”

"Sniper." The calluses in his palms, which are as hard as iron sheets, can't even help the charcoal fire, Gilpin's eyes look at Simon with obvious appreciation, and the scars caused by the bullet overflow Gilpin's face all over the place, representing that he has experienced many life-and-death battles and survived, the veteran knows best how a precision bullet can save his life, Gilpin said: "Ah, the M110 sniper rifle, I have seen it in the steel city gun shop, sharp goods, 20,000 three coins a hand, and it is not worthy of a scope, but as soon as he showed his face, he was bought by the Latimo family." ”

"Look at whom." Simon said calmly.

The blazing fire swayed in the wind for a moment, and then it was vigorous again, and the light of the fire reflected the shadows on the faces of the two people, and Gilpin sniffed his fingers and said, "Let me guess, the Vault Man?" Capturing Simon's face trembling slightly, Gilpin confirmed the answer.

"You've only come out in the last six months, haven't you?"

Gilpin stuffed some chopped logs into the fire, and the growing fire accompanied Simon's face hidden in the dark, and his fingers swept to the left wheel intentionally or unintentionally, Simon was always hidden in his heart about the fact that he came from the Fort Kent Vault, and even Jonathan's father and son didn't say a word, who knew that the leader of the caravan who met in Pingshui could easily see through it?

An underground shelter with well-equipped facilities, Simon is not stupid.

"Oh oh oh, don't be nervous man, I'm not interested in that bullshit shelter, any traveler who has traveled all over the East Coast can see the clue about you, your body and face are not like words, clean as a little white flower, especially with the items from the day of the verdict with you." Beads of sweat oozed from Simon's palms, and Gilpin added, "And you all have one thing in common, you hate today's wine." ”

"You're surprisingly lucky, your companions must know where you're coming from, but the two of them didn't trick them into swallowing your gear, if it were me, hum ......" Gilpin spouted at Jonathan Nunu, who was fighting with the women.

"I think he just didn't open his mouth out of respect." Simon was silent for a moment, tucked the corners of his clothes, put his hand in his pocket, touched the eagle claw knife with his fingertips, and said, "It seems that these two glasses of wine cost a lot." ”

"I said, I'm not interested in what happened to you before, I'm interested in your skills." The mole on the grill was dripping with grease, and Gilpin held the iron chisel, unconcerned about the heat, and there was not a trace of burns on his palm.

"You're carrying an M110 sniper rifle, which only pre-war soldiers are qualified to hold, and I guess you don't want to listen to me continue reasoning."

"Yes." Simon replied.

Gilpin chewed on the roasted mole, and did not spit out a single bit of bone slag, and said: "When you arrive in Steel City, you will find that your identity may be useful, but I personally suggest that you put away this gun while not too many people have seen it." In Steel City, the factory machines will crush your bones at most, and the black walls will eat your soul, and the blood is noble? If it is better than bullets and axes. ”

"Don't believe me? When you get to the Iron City and are lucky enough to meet a pure-blood born within the Black Walls, you'll know how good my heart is. Gilping swallowed the elbow-long roasted mole and said with his teeth picked.

With his hands in his pockets, Simon folded his chin with his hands and let the flames move.

Gilpin smacked his lips, resting his foot on the knee of the other leg, and a certain beetle that had stepped into the mud stuck to the soles of his feet, and said: "The Black Mountainegrin and the mountain people think that the steel city is a paradise, and the Great Lakes Industrial Zone is a paradise, well, comparison, comparison will whitewash things as they are, ah, how did I become a philosopher again, damn it......"

"Why did you tell me?" The beer foam in the glass turned into residual wine, and Simon took a sip.

Gil sat up straight and said, "You've finally got the point, if you can't find a suitable way out of the steel city for the time being, I want you to join the caravan, after all, snipers are popular everywhere." ”

"Since snipers are popular everywhere, why do you think I can't do well in Steel City?" Simon retorted.

Gilpin smiled meaningfully: "Well, you will naturally understand it after you stay in Steel City for a few days." The shouts of the caravan guards were heard in the distance, and Gilpin roared back, got up and patted the ashes, and left with the words: "Enjoy the night, sniper, there is a long road ahead." ”

Simon touched his jaw with stubble like barbs, if he had to say that the new era was stronger than the old one, then the starry sky might be the best answer.