"Very good plan, toddle ahead on the eve of a blizzard, and by the way appreciate the unique charm of the wasteland wilderness." Ramirez felt that the snow tens of centimeters thick was absorbing his physical strength little by little with every step he took, although Goldeneye was confident that he would survive alone in winter, but what was the situation, if he continued at this speed, it would be dark for a day, which was equivalent to a death sentence.

The knee-length snow boots are embroidered with snow fox fleece to block the heat as much as possible, Rao is so, Simon only has one pair of eyes exposed in the air, if Adolfina is present, he will definitely be able to see the subtle difference between the color of his left and right eyes, the difference between steel blue and gray blue is difficult for ordinary people to distinguish, but what Hydra is best at is checking the bloodline.

The distinguishing feature of a living corpse is not only its extremely keen sense of hearing and smell, but once a living corpse is stationary, it is difficult to find it from a few steps away from a human intuitive impression unless it is directly seen. Simon absorbed dozens of living corpse nerves, as well as the essence of the Daredevil Queen, his breathing rate suppressed extremely steady, and his constant heartbeat pumped blood that could be accurately measured with a measuring cup. After regaining his sight in Hydra's prep apartment, Simon became more and more in control of his body.

There was no color in the endless wilderness, Simon was on crutches, the sled was a few steps behind Ramirez, and a breath of white air condensed, and he said: "I know that you are the best survival expert in the team, and the others are 'walking' with me like this, I am afraid that I will have to be their heir when I pay the final payment." ”

Ramirez climbed to the leeward slope, took out the kettle and took a sip, not willing to let the precious heat disappear a little, he quickly put the kettle back in his arms, looked at Simon, who had been walking out of the church for almost three hours without shouting tired, and said, "You are very young, twenty-five? ”

"Next month, I'll be twenty-four." Simon put the cane into the snow, turned over the sniper rifle behind his shoulder, M110A4 wrapped in winter camouflage, for a long time, he has been in the sniper rifle mode to adjust this precious firearm, but it does not mean that this gun is a single-shot bolt-action rifle in the traditional sense, with the progress of material science, the alloy used in the new sniper rifle ensures the reliability and accuracy of any conditions, even if it is cold at minus 30 degrees in the field at this time, the barrel will not undergo thermal expansion and cold contraction displacement, A simple addition of gun oil can ensure the smoothness of the M110A4 in a semi-automatic state of accurate marksmanship, which can be called a soldier's favorite.

"This should be your first time experiencing winter." Ramirez didn't stop, but trotted on the spot, it didn't matter if he consumed physical strength, mercenaries like them who were used to hardship, if they could recover from eating a few energy bars, it was not a thing, the important thing was to effectively transform one power into another more needed power.

Ramirez's eyehole was pure white, covered with fabric, just in line with Simon's still steel-blue eyes, Simon took the opportunity to touch the kettle to look away, and said: "I know what you mean, this is the first winter I have experienced in the New World, and in that era, this winter is probably another reasonable opportunity to pick up girls." ”

"So you generously told me the secret that you were a pure-blood before the war." Ramirez rested for a few minutes, and without urgency, he climbed the hillside on his own, and the moment he approached the windward slope, he bowed his waist and checked the suspicious movements in his field of vision, yesterday they were so caught off guard by the crusaders, who could have expected the embarrassment of hitting the birds and pecking in the eyes? What's more, the wasteland birds have long since put aside the cowardly words like "bird" and changed to "demon", which is the appropriate name.

Simon threw back his rifle and continued to prop up the sled, but he still refused to walk side by side with Ramillus, Simon said: "Since Peter can see the characteristics of the pre-war man that I have tried so hard to hide, there is no reason why you can't see it, I think, Marco also knows, I guess there are only three kinds of people in your one-eye, first, the dead, second, those who can be killed, and third, those who cannot be killed, right?" ”

Ramirez snorted coldly and said in a muffled voice: "If the characteristic of people before the war is that they like to chatter, then I can see it." ”

Simon seemed to have an endless desire to talk, and besides, his bodily functions were modified by Hydra's genetic potions, freeing up a lot of spare time to move his mouth, so he said, "Aren't you curious about the pre-war world? A bustling dream-like material world, a carefree life, and a meadow shining with golden sunshine. ”

"The years are short, and there is no time for fantasy." Ramirez stopped, turned his head to look at the pre-war kid who was about to chatter, and his one-eyed burst into a substantial light, and said, "I guess the two of us didn't come out to check the Crusader infiltration trail for some bullshit." ”

Simon walked forward indifferently, and without stopping, the empty snow clearly conveyed: "You can refuse me before you go, or find an excuse to let Marco come." ”

The wind and snow were sudden, and they didn't move for about ten seconds, and the dusty gray snow instantly adhered to the coat and mask. The old snow on the gun, before Simon was almost out of sight, Ramirez took another step, the Carbine M4 in the textile holster swayed, he swung his cane with all his might, caught up with Simon, saw clearly that his sniper rifle was still behind his shoulder, and seemed to sigh faintly.

Simon counted the steps of the golden eye, and the howling of the wind and snow could not prevent him from hearing Ramirez's movements, so Simon was no different, and even slowed down a few steps to keep himself in Ramirez's sight. "Move fast, it's best to get to the ambush site before dark, I hope you bring enough calorie patches."

"Yes, sir." For the first time, Ramirez said.

The rising blizzard makes it impossible for the wilderness travelers to determine their direction through the sun, but this is a trivial matter for Simon and Ramirez, who have a compass and can find their way home.

"It's time." Simon said suddenly, and then he pointed to his feet, pulled out his sapper shovel and began to dig a hole. "You go across from me."

Ramirez struggled to remember, he took out the map and looked at it, and exclaimed, "What are you going to do yesterday's ambush site?" ”

"Enjoy the snow." Every time the gray snow thrown by the shovel accumulated, Simon smoothed it out, trying not to leave a trace after burying it in the snow, and the sapper shoveled it, and said coldly: "You can choose to turn around and go back, and carry out my orders without any problem, mercenary." ”

"Madman, you madman." Where is Ramirez willing to take one more step forward, it is clearly yesterday noon, it should be the ambush that was fought at this moment, the first time is just that, Simon actually wants to fight the second time on the spot? If yesterday was a well-prepared raid, this time it was 100% killed!

Simon dug in silence. "I want to go back, I want to go back to Steel City, Lao Tzu shouldn't listen to your evil and participate in this hellish remote trip!" Ramirez had just crossed Simon, and almost at the same time, one punched and the other kicked.

"I said, carry out my orders." Simon caught Ramirez's powerful kick with one hand, and his right hand reached out like lightning, overturning Ramirez's calf, bullying him, his wrist clasped his throat, Simon's left eye faded like a low tide, and in a moment turned into a pure white of the eye, only the pupils like the tip of a summer needle.

A second later, Simon subdued his opponent who had been evenly matched a few months ago.

"Did you hear my commands clearly? Mercenary? Simon's arm gradually strengthened, and no matter how Ramirez struggled, his head was constantly sinking into the snow, and before his mouth and nose were about to be submerged, Ramirez shouted, "I'll go!" I'll go! ”

"Wise choice, soldier." Simon let go of his hand, looked at his AATS watch, and said, "Fifteen minutes until one o'clock in the afternoon, and in half an hour, I want to see you in my relative position, or ......" Simon removed his sniper rifle.

An hour later, Simon hid under half a meter of snow and spotted Ramirez through a deliberately reserved observation port. In a self-created bunker or grave, Simon turned on the intercom and prompted: "Until it gets dark, don't move your position, you are responsible for observing, don't shoot, from now on, turn off the electronics." ”

The moment the call ended, Simon took a deep breath, and by adjusting his breath, he further lowered his heartbeat, slowed down the flow of pumping blood, and reduced the blood circulation to the most suitable ratio, and only blinked once every minute, not to lubricate his eyeballs, but to sweep away the ice and snow of his eyelashes. He could feel the chill to the bone, but he was indifferent, a corpse, a corpse slowly losing its temperature.

A few hours was just a movie for people before the war, but Ramirez's face was purple from the cold, unlike yesterday's pinch ambush, a group of people to endure the bitter cold is better than alone, he felt a few hundred meters away, the corpses of the dead Crusader soldiers who died yesterday under the ice and snow, for a long time, they will be buried here, until a short spring comes, and after thawing, it becomes the food of wild dogs and rotting wolves. But after a night of snowstorms, the place is as new as new, quiet and peaceful.

Ramirez was awakened by the rumbling sound of the car, and his perennial sense of battle forced him to grip the trigger, and following the ACOG scope, he saw Simon on the other side of the line with his eyes always open. The mercenary knew that this young man from an elite unit before the war was patiently choosing the best time, just as he did yesterday.

Snowcrawlers with hoods painted with bright blood crosses are parked at the entrance to the hills, the closest route to the front lines, and it takes a few more hours to change lanes. In the same way, the problem with the length of a movie is that if you spend an extra hour, it will be dark, and the wilderness after dark will never be bright without paying a heavy price.

It was another infantry chariot, the commander in the vehicle listened to the report of his subordinates, hundreds of meters away, several protruding snowdrifts, needless to say, were vehicles abandoned by yesterday's attack, the crusaders lost an infantry chariot, and the materials were basically scrapped due to poison gas, but the attackers retreated. The Commander looked at his watch in silence, hating why he hadn't left an hour earlier, but he quickly realized that he had set out at dawn, and before dawn it was the deepest darkness.

"Team, march." The commander ordered.