"Hey, Ryan, do you see a spare fuel cell?" Habart worked hard to tighten his cuffs, mug in his mouth, and drank coffee as he worked, which was a great skill for this union kid from Zone E.

Glancing at his comrades in the workshop, who were so busy that they felt that they were wasting their lives in the blink of an eye, Ryan picked up a leaking arrow-shaped pole from the tool table and snapped it into the arc-shaped magazine. "Sergeant Ameli has already distributed the batteries, and I have three of my own in my hand, and I want to ask the sergeant, but I won't give it." As he spoke, he held the magazine as wide as the palm of his hand, snapped into the receiver, lifted the gap and aimed at the humanoid target.

"Oh." Habart asked his colleagues one by one with some chagrin, and the answer was "I don't see it." Ryan habitually scratched his eyebrows, but the tentacles were rough and uneven scars, and he had to get into the snow to save his good head by the Crusader Molotov cocktails during the street battle in Columbus the other day.

"Bang!" A wrench rang loudly, and Habart finally cheekily went to the sergeant to ask for a spare battery, as for his one? Coffee in a mug is the answer. "Stop beating the sir! It's going to break! "Habutt picked up his helmet and was chased by the sergeant, screaming, jumping up and down like a monkey." I'm going to tell you to go to the kiln! Tell you to go to the kiln! It was like a chef slashing all the way with a kitchen knife, diluting some of the depressed atmosphere before departure, and everyone laughed in unison.

"Habart run! Run fast! Little John applauded.

"Sergeant! I saw with my own eyes that Habutt sold the battery and exchanged it for 200 yuan, and went to find an old friend! "Cole finished loading the APS underwater rifle arrow cartridge and whistled to the press machine to reload the machine gun cartridge chain." The fur is still bright red! Habutt has found a female orangutan! Wenle dipped a brush in oil and brushed it onto the shell, and coaxed.

In the end, Habart was still caught by the sergeant, and Sergeant Améli picked up the wrench with the thickness of his forearm and smashed it violently, until Habart was dizzy enough to put it away. "Private Jon Habutt, you have violated Article 2 of the Seventeenth Military Discipline and shall not sell military assets without authorization, and your salary for this month will be confiscated! And a third time, you're waiting to be court-merried! ”

As soon as Sergeant Ameli left, Habhut, who was in a hurry, jumped up, hurriedly took back his mug, and drank his coffee with a look of enjoyment. "Hey" exhaled, and suddenly the air was filled with a trace of intoxicating sweet fragrance, and it was no wonder that Habart was addicted to coffee, but the weather was really cold, and the rattan tea rationed by the Iron Army was a pitiful pinch on everyone's head, and a cup was enough, and if you wanted to drink more, you could only go to the internal black market where the quartermaster opened his eyes and closed his eyes to buy it at a high price. It is said that coffee beans have to be sold in the Black Mountain Free Zone from the Half Moon Bay Area to the north, and they are all bought by grams, a pack of 13 grams of Nestle instant coffee before the war can be sold for 300 yuan a pack, even if it is the internal price of the steel army, it will cost 200 yuan a pack, and if you take a military merit coupon, it will only be 150 yuan. The Confederacy wasteland doesn't produce coffee, which really spoils the gluttons who are lucky enough to drink it.

To be honest, Ryan also had a hot cup of coffee, and Sergeant Amélie was a rare good non-commissioned officer in the eyes of soldiers, and he covered up some things. Last summer, when the Rust Demons were wiped out in Lexington, the big guys tasted a cup of Gordon City's hospitality of pure Gold Coast coffee, and Habart was out of control ever since. Most of his military pay in January was spent in cafes in the university district, and of course he didn't make it to the top

Proud white swan.

But how can a man with a family have a distant place? Ryan has three children, the steel military salary is certainly generous, and the welfare allowance is enough for their family of five to live a decent and privileged life, but the youngest daughter will reach the age of going to school in the spring of this year, Ryan doesn't want her to grow up and marry hastily and give birth to children one after another early, and the eldest son Ryan Jr. will be an eighteen-year-old adult in the year after that, according to the Steel Resident Law, eighteen-year-old military children can only be exempted from pioneer military service unless they are admitted to the Iron and Steel University or pay an astronomical amount of money. Ryan had been on the pioneer team since he was fourteen years old, and knew the dangers of the ruins of the old city before the war, and he had done his best to maintain the home, but the threshold was so difficult to get into, and Ryan always had to save as much money as possible for future trouble, otherwise with Ryan's military salary, it would still be okay to drink a few glasses of Gold Coast a week.

"Habut!" Sergeant Ameli takes off his military poncho hood. "Sergeant!" Harbutt stood in front of the sergeant with sharp eyes and a trot licking his face. "This is Lao Tzu's inventory, if you dare to sell batteries to visit the kiln, don't blame Lao Tzu for cutting your dick and feeding the orangutans!" The sergeant pulled out the Ferrero chocolate-sized tritium battery in his arms and poked it in Habart's forehead.

"Obey the order, sir!" Habutt saluted, and as soon as the sergeant disappeared into the snow, the boy threw up his hands and shouted, "Next time I'll take you with me!" ”

"Lao Tzu heard! You're dead! Brat! The sergeant's distant roar came from the snow curtain.

"Hahahaha!" The steel soldiers in the workshop immediately burst into laughter, Logan put one hand on Habut's shoulder, handed over his mug, painted an arrow through the red heart, and said quietly: "Drink quickly, enjoy the last afterglow of your life, next time you come, the sergeant will not copy a wrench." ”

As if his immediate family had died, Habart inserted the fuel cell into the spare slot of the military "Raider" exoskeleton, and three tritium batteries were enough to support the exoskeleton on a snowy march for days and nights. "Have you packed your backpack, we're going to leave in the middle of the night, and we missed the refueling window, so we have to walk over." Ryan said.

In addition to Sergeant Amelli, the oldest member of the Iron Army's special operations team is Lane, who has been in the army since he passed the service test at the age of twenty, on the one hand, the Iron Army is indeed well paid, on the other hand, Lane thinks that he must go to Longhu to continue to be a mercenary when he retires and goes home, at least he can have a considerable pension for the death of a sergeant who has overserved in battle, and the city council raises his children to adulthood.

Winle's brother Wink, who was not as fond of tinkering with weapons as his brother, but tinkered with his ore radio whenever he had time, had only been able to withdraw from Hilliod in the ruins of Columbus to the supply base in Plain City yesterday, where they could receive the North Star, the official radio broadcast of Steel City.

"It's almost ten o'clock." Little John reminded that the radio station at ten o'clock was hosted by Miss Lilian, a graduate of Iron and Steel University, and most of the steel residents were resting at this time, but in order to listen to the newly lifted pre-war songs and Miss Lilian's graceful voice, everyone's work and rest time was delayed by half an hour, and the front-line officers and soldiers were no exception.

"Yes." Wink returned, he adjusted the radio knob he had made, the Iron Army was well paid, the military discipline was stricter, and the possession of non-permitted items was subject to confinement and military merit points, and the radio was among them, but it was all said, Sergeant Ameli was a good non-commissioned officer.

"Hazelnuts are dark brown and I wear black brown clothes too, yes yes, my girlfriend

There must be dark brown skin too, just like me, oh oh yo mile, hahaha......"

"Change the channel, change the channel! It's time for frequency hopping! Cole exclaimed, the Crusaders were in Blackcreek on the east bank of the Seoto River, and the Iron Army radio could easily pick up the Crusaders' "blood moonlight" broadcasts, and it seemed that listening to the beautiful women singing at ten o'clock did not seem to be the privilege of civilized people.

"Zizi ......Zizizi" There was a burst of electric noise, Wenk hurriedly slipped the button, listening to the radio is not a big crime, if listening to the crusader radio and being caught by the military police, the matter can be big or small, small is a cigarette, big is deprivation of military uniform. Xu was taken aback, and it took a lot of effort for Wink to tune in to the steel radio. "1.575 6.105 7.175 9.760 15.460......" Wink muttered the wireless shortwave frequency.

"That's all for tonight's review, and then it's the music broadcast, I wish you all a good dream, long live! Franz! "Because the frequency adjustment was delayed, the special operations team only had time to listen to Miss Lilian's voice." Well, I'll ......," sighed little John, and he jumped on the marching bed, his pillow covered, too lazy to listen to the next song.

Ryan has finished his backpack, he doesn't care much about the radio, what he cares about is the departure time in the second half of the night, he has to keep his spirit as much as possible, save the chain at the critical moment, and not let go of the slightest bit, this is the secret of his life.

Wink tapped the surface of the ore radio with a bit of a mistake. The song gently rippled on the dusk water, the factories in the twilight were already shining, the trains were speeding forward, and the windows were brightly lit. Under the hawthorn tree, two young men are looking forward to me. Oh, that dense hawthorn tree, white flowers, full of trees......"

The radio murmured with a warm, distant, pure voice, and Wink smiled as if self-deprecatingly, turned the knob to clear out the noise, and quietly listened to the old, old pre-war songs with his chin in his hand.

"Why should our hawthorn trees be sad? As soon as the loud whistle stopped, I walked down the path to the bottom of the tree...... "Little John took off the pillow with his face covered at some point, and put it behind his head, he stared at the ceiling with his eyes open, and the cold rain "ticked" melt water and dripped into the bucket where the alum flakes were placed.

Ryan stopped, he hesitated for a moment, it was ten o'clock, and he slept at this time of the day, but he really wanted to listen to it, so he made a rare exception, turned around and sat down at the table in front of Wink, swept away a few brass shells on the table, stretched the antenna, and when he turned around, he found Sergeant Améli standing in the doorway, he seemed to have stopped because of the song, and the sergeant made a boo gesture to finish listening to it.

"The breeze blew incessantly, under the dense hawthorn trees, and ruffled the hair of the young fitters and blacksmiths. Oh, that dense hawthorn tree, white flowers bloom all over the branches, oh why should your lovely hawthorn tree worry? In fact, no one fell asleep in this makeshift dormitory, just like the countless Iron Dwellers, Iron Army soldiers, Crusader soldiers, Imperials, and Montenegrins who listened to the "Northern Star", all of whom temporarily forgot that it was a bad world.

Ryan had forgotten that he was about to set out to beat the crusaders a few hours later, and that he had forgotten how many arrows there were in the magazine, and he remembered his mother, who seemed to have pigtails in her long memory.

"The stars on a summer night look at both of them, but they don't understand which of them is lovely. Oh, the bravest, the cutest, which one? Dear hawthorn tree, please tell me, please tell me......"

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