"At that time, you must have believed that the Iron Army behind you didn't come to kill you as a military merit? I remember that the head of a Black Flag armored soldier is worth a hundred merit points in their interior, and if they are redeemed, it will be a few hundred. Simon reached for the brewing coffee pot and poured it over the four cups, the black juice slightly reflecting the golden horizontal bars of Simon's military uniform epaulettes, as if a sugar cube had been put into the cup. When Simon received the Iron Force's second lieutenant uniform, everyone understood why he was laughing, but no one understood why he turned around and was lonely

He was just a sergeant before the war, and many soldiers could only linger in the rank of non-commissioned officer for the rest of their lives, and when he reached the rank of lieutenant, he was no longer a casual consumer, not countless zeros behind 1, but a few zeros behind 1, and he became an officer, even if it was just a false position.

This is not the army Simon wants, and since the world is not the world he wants, why bother?

Whether he loved it or hated it, the organization called the Alliance Army had already disappeared and been destroyed by the embers of the nuclear explosion.

All the good guys died in Stalingrad, and every soldier who survived should be glad that there was the Oder River in April.

Marco bowed and took the mug, but before he could suck it in his mouth, a large, rough hand came out of the top cover and snatched it away. "Hey! Giant! Can you move a little softer? Marco angrily dusted off the coffee droplets that were spilling everywhere on his shirt, looked up and scolded, from the retired Longhu mercenaries to the Iron Army, this is the lifelong dream of many backstreet mercenaries?

"Aha, isn't there another cup? Bareheaded? "An ordinary all-terrain vehicle must not be able to fit Jonathan's giant, and it is not enough to have a Paramount Marauder. Marco comfortably scooped up the sugar, stirred the coffee, all military supplies, the war went on to the final bald, the steel city now implemented a wartime system, cracked down on the black market, and very much fished out a batch of scarce supplies to replenish the army.

"The Iron Army is at least civilized people, and many of the officers came out of the Iron and Steel Military Academy, which is more sensible than the group of dogs of the Crusaders, and it can be seen that the Gunfire Knights were driven all the way by us, but they do have the intention of killing our heads." Ramirez pulled the sugar jar, despite being burned into goose eggs and bald head, and now only a few handfuls of yellow hair Marco called, among the four people, in terms of strength, Jonathan can take over all of them, in terms of agility, Simon can take over the other three, in terms of experience, there is a Longhu T3 commander. Marco can endure it even if he is angry.

After a circle, Simon took the sugar jar, but he preferred to drink black coffee, refreshing, and dozing off. "And then?"

"And then, I said kill me, you're going to leak the big fish, and the gun-gunned rider ran away, so the Iron Army searched the M1 tank, and made sure it really ran, and drove the sled to Mandsville, saying that you two can only run in that direction, and then I found that you were lying in a snow pit, and you didn't know what you saw with a look of intoxication...... Ramirez gestured, closed his eyes and snorted out, and slapped Simon back. I chased after it for half the night, and I was all alive. ”

Simon shook his bandaged palm,

Several fingers that had been amputated due to frostbite began to grow slowly due to Hydra's rebirth potion, and recovered like the fingers of an adolescent, as did the soles of the feet. Simon knows very well that every generosity has a price behind it, today Bernhard is willing to use a rebirth potion, and tomorrow when Simon completes the Hydra soul ceremony, he will have to pay off the debt, and the Barrymore family behind Bernhard already knows about the Fort Kent Vault, which means that the water is getting more and more mixed. And he is the eye of the storm.

"......" Marco waited for the sugar jar and decided to unscrew the lid and pour it down in one go, when suddenly there was a big bump and everyone's coffee was spilled. The angry Marco thumped his chest.

"What's going on?" Ramirez poked his head out, and Jonathan, who was outside the car, replied angrily: "The track is stuck in the mud!" Hands and feet down! Help with the cart! ”

"God......" Ramirez pressed Simon who was about to get up, and said, "You better don't do it, your flesh hasn't grown well." After opening the rear door, the mud suddenly sank into the belly of the leg, and the engine of the all-terrain vehicle (a Humvee with tracked tires and rounded hard roads, and a bad road spreading) for Simon's team roared and idled, accompanied by the soldiers shouting "one, two, three." ”

Simon leaned over and looked through the bulletproof glass, the gray-white of the wasteland had faded a little, the yellow-green mud had become a more dangerous swamp after the snow melted, bloodsuckers, leeches, swamp monsters, and awakened snow pythons constituted a formidable Jedi for travelers, and any convoy had to move along the pre-war highway embankment, Interstate 77 has been repaired by the Great Lakes Industrial Zone in recent years, but the snowmelt season in April every year severely damages the road, but it is not a problem to pass through vehicles.

"Okay, I'll count to three." Jonathan lifted the muddy rear wheels and gestured to the GIs pushing the rear bars.

"One!" Jonathan's arm muscles, as thick as an ordinary person's thigh, were knotted, his face was flushed, and the multi-ton all-terrain vehicle was actually held up by him.

"Two!" The tires are out of mud.

"Three!" The people behind pushed hard, and finally pushed the car onto the roadbed.

"Holy! My boots, pants! Marco cried out, it was impossible to keep his clothes after getting out of the car, and at this time, from the commander of the Iron Army down to the privates, he didn't have a pair of dry socks, a dry clothes, and he could keep the eggs from being targeted by leeches. Marco sat on the edge of the car, scraping a clump of viscous mud.

"It's not too far away, we'll be able to camp in Canton's Old Town in the evening, and if the weather is good, we'll be back in Steel City in three days." Simon had a simple map spread out on the blanket on his knees, although he was a nominal lieutenant, but it was still impossible to hand over the high-level military map that had spent countless lives, material and financial resources to map and map, and it was still impossible to hand over it to a reserve member who had not yet completely become a hydra, if Simon was willing, Bernhard would have to make a few beautiful girls, but all forms of maps would not let go.

The coffee was spilled, and the coffee ration that several people had saved for several days was also cold, Marco held the mug, reluctantly licked the few drops of coffee left on the wall of the cup, and said with a long breath: "I really want to go back to Area F and get a plate of stewed meat and mashed potatoes."

Serve caviar, then grab a case of Milwaukee beer, and call a girl to warm up the bed at night, and life is perfect. ”

The already slow-moving ATV suddenly stopped. "Damn, how did this auxiliary road get blocked." The wipers swept off the windshield layer after layer of dirt, and the driver reflexively crossed the compartment. "I'm going to see what's going on ahead, the transport convoy has priority!"

Simon made a look, Ramirez understood, and got out of the car together, followed by the parked vehicle honking, in the thaw months, no matter how good the road is, people step on the car and run the horse for a long time, and soak in the water for a long time, it is not bad fast There are ghosts, in previous years, the steel city will also hire nomadic communities along the road to clean up Highway 77, the war together, the displaced people sandwiched between the steel city and Columbus either join the army or drag their families to move, just Simon saw all the way, the highway roadbed collapsed in a large area, In many places, sappers are even required to repair before they can pass.

The fuel of the Iron Army is not abundant, and it is clearly stipulated that the heating is not allowed until the night, and it is forbidden in the coldest time of January, let alone April now? Simon carried a thermos flask in his pocket, rubbed his hands and breathed hot air, looking out the window of the car at the columns of auxiliaries marching on foot, and a rope strung up to escort back to the slave market in the thirteen towns of the prisoners of war, the crusader prisoners of war are all young and middle-aged, and those who are not sick have the opportunity to go to sweatshops for free labor, at least have a chance to be released, and the fate of those who are sick is destined to die, either to be dragged to Old Town Cleveland to clean up the ruins, or thrown into the lake demon farm. not to feed the useless,

"When I brought you out, I promised that I would go back at Christmas, but now only the four of us are alive." Simon said suddenly, not much sadness, but he was not a marshal or a general, just a small ranger sergeant, who couldn't do the death of his comrades and was indifferent, tied his head to fight for his life, winter went to spring, and it was over.

Marco was silent for a while, he was the most qualified to speak, he died in Mandesville, and Fastley, who indirectly saved Simon's life, was his nephew, and most of the mercenaries in the team were related to Marco. "I'm used to it, sir, at least you'll pay them a pension."

That's it. Simon didn't see any sorrow from Marco's eyes, the pension, the right of a soldier before the war, but at this time, only the honorarium, Simon was able to pull a team with good combat strength, a big reason was because he habitually put the death pay outside the remuneration. In this era, it is difficult for people to live, and it is even more difficult to live with dignity, whether it is to be a sweatshop for twenty yuan a day, or to fight for their lives to be a mercenary, they have too few choices, the outer city wall of the steel city blocks the wasteland mutant creatures, the black wall blocks the connection before and after the war, and throughout their lives, the desire of the vast majority of people is nothing more than to be fed, that's all.

The spring rain clanged on the roof of the car, it was raining, acid rain, Simon crossed his fingers, hung his head, and looked at the gray team in the rain, the people who were trudging through the mud in ponchos, guns hanging on their chests, although it was spring, gray, white, yellow and green, without any bright color.

Gradually, in Simon's steel-blue eyes, a dead tree jumped out, and he saw that the tree had a green leaf. There should be butterflies, he thought. After all, this is the land that raised him.

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