"I bet on the day of the verdict that at least a hundred million nuclear warheads fell on each of the old federal states!" The drunken drinker knocked on the wine glass, quickly took a sip of the foam that overflowed the rim of the glass, and then instigated his mouth with an immersed face.

As soon as this remark came out, he was immediately blocked by the choking voice of the glasses boy next to him: "More than 5 billion tons, do you think it's a glass of wine?" You should pray that the Empire on the other side of the sea doesn't bring the Tsar's nuclear bomb, so that we can all run into the ground 500 meters to grow mushrooms! Although it is a fight between four glasses and beer bottles and cans, a pair of hands is not slow, taking advantage of everyone's attention to run on the topic, a plump waitress grinding plate and hips, causing a burst of light shouts, the waitress is not annoyed, but threw a wink, oops, this can hook away a lot of livestock that were hot with alcohol.

"Get some hot wine to warm up, the meat needs wolf meat! Don't give Lao Tzu any sour rabbit meat to deal with! eats that! Marco stamped his feet, shook the snow, took out his money bag and smashed it on the counter, the smell of jingling coins instantly made the bloated and fat pig tavern keeper walk like a fly, and while sending the glamorous wine lady to greet the team of conquest mercenaries with goods in their pockets, he personally went to the back kitchen to use a large board knife and chop the meat pieces on the desk in a fierce manner.

Marco stepped over the bench and sat down, knocking on the table without saying a word, and shouted, "Where's the wine!" What about wine! Lao Tzu spent money, but he didn't watch people eat meat, Lao Tzu drank the wind! Hurry up and serve Lao Tzu wine! As soon as the voice came out, the waitress was holding a plate full of thick neck spirits with colorful and green labels that were gently hitting the dingding dongdong, how could the mercenaries endure the waitress's slow uncork, knock directly to the edge of the table, break the neck of the wine and drink freely, Xu is the wine dyed the beard, and the color heart that had been silent for a long time by blood and fire also rose, and a pair of big hands probed to the waitress. But the delicate and glamorous "bronze lark" who can be in the tavern of Mandsville naturally has a unique routine for dealing with men who are extremely hungry and thirsty on the battlefield, and will take advantage of it, and then tiptoe, the tray in his hand is steady, and flashed into the next table.

You don't have to wear a cold towel all the time, the pine wood is burning in the fireplace around you, and it's so hot that you almost have to take off only your underwear, of course, the only one who will wear underwear is Simon, who is used to personal hygiene before the war, how can a strong man, including Ramirez, have so much attention, when he comes to the tavern to eat and drink, he lets go of the trick, revealing his bronze and scarred strong chest, and a strong smell of body odor and fox smell is scattered into the aroma of wine, thanks to Simon in the F area of Steel City, he has learned to automatically ignore the ubiquitous feces and urine fumigation, Otherwise, I will definitely be stunned by the "gas bomb".

Simon bit the cork and poured a sip of home-brewed vodka that was definitely distilled from potatoes, with an eggplant astringency that had never been tasted before the war. "What's the matter?" Simon handed it to Ramirez, and the former commander of Longhu didn't even move his mouth, he sniffed the bottle and replied: "Potato, blade grain, variant purple potato, plus a little lube, the famous 'Jet fuel'!" ”

Lube? Simon couldn't laugh or cry, he was used to drinking the barracks

Brewing pure vodka, the Imperial Blizzard Mecha Regiment, which has always been known for its heavy drinking of high-intensity alcohol, is afraid that it will also be defeated in front of this "Jet Fuel". Simon put down the wine bottle with the stamp of this "Fly High" tavern, not that Simon was afraid, just kidding, the Eastern Front War has been fought for five years, and he has flown and walked and killed in the territory of the Empire, can he still drink Imperial spirits and the Imperial Mao Mei? The main thing is that there must always be someone in the team who is responsible for paying the bill, optimistic about everyone's wallet and chastity.

The team members struggled in the snow for a month, fought more than a dozen battles, and occasionally put their heads and belts back to their necks for anesthesia and anesthesia. Simon let the team immerse themselves in the sea of alcohol and barbecue, he took a bottle of what he said was the old red wine and poured himself a drink, and finally, he ate a piece of chowder bacon soup that was not canned and self-heating food, sprinkled with some thyme and sage, Simon would rather burn the skin in his mouth than pour it all into his stomach.

100 people are considered a gathering place, 1,000 people are a small town, and more than 10,000 people are naturally a city. Mandsville is one of the few neutral free cities in the Northern Wasteland, where the Old Interstate passes through it, and trade between the Great Lakes Industrial Region and the South needs to be diverted from Mandsville to the East Coast Empire, and even further to the Western Desert. The official population of Steel City is only 200,000, which is not enough for a county and city before the war, but the thirteen cities and towns outside the city are also affiliated populations, and the total amount is extremely considerable. Although Mandsville counted slave labor into the 100,000 men, it was still a powerful neutral state, and the war maniac crusaders did not dare to attack the neutral state at will, Harrisburg produced vehicles but not food, and there was no neutral state to resell materials with both hands, where did the Crusaders get the capital to maintain the army of tens of thousands of people under their command?

The greatest significance of laws and regulations is to curb people's animal nature, not to worry about being robbed and killed on the road, and to protect private property within a high wall. Simon decided to part ways with Randolph and Spike and send Peter back to Steel City, due to the destruction of the Warlords, the Crusaders increased the firepower level of the small units in an all-round way, and it was impossible to take advantage of the guerrilla attacks of the small detachments.

Simon dodges the teasing of several tavern waitresses who work part-time as secret prostitutes, and people have to suppress certain desires in order to better keep their sanity and sane. Besides, the aesthetic standards before and after the war were very different, and in the era of lack of fat, the most admired standard for ordinary people was the abundance of breasts and fat buttocks that was conducive to fertility. Looking at the crowds of hungry drinkers, Simon scratched his eyebrows and stroked the scars on his eyebrow bone left by the Battle of Königsberg, it is impossible not to think of Adolfina at this time, the red-haired girl looks slender and slender, but in fact, the inner abundance of the classical beauty is lifted by the cloak. Either way, it's the smell that matters most.

No matter how restrained he was, a bottle of rum bottomed out, slightly drunk, and Simon's mind came to mind the face of the dream girl of every Allied soldier before the war, the mecha Valkyrie Astrid Josephine. When she flew to the Gallic Theater to participate in the award ceremony in 53, she also politely shook hands one by one, and actually made Simon, who had received a dozen medals, be beaten by his comrades, and asked him if he had confirmed whether the all-metal slut was a princess of peace as rumored. In order to protect himself, Simon flatly denied it, saying that I only have my fiancée in my heart......

Ah, Simon quickly banished the snowy blood-red haunting dreams that had sustained him countless times in the mud and iron blood. He rubbed the corners of his unconsciously moist eyes, the big fight was almost over, except for Marco and Ramirez who were still staring at each other and pouring wine, the other team members had already become a puddle of mud, and occasionally those who came to their senses were holding their stomachs and vomiting wildly. Simon stepped on the wine table and skipped over the vomit, counted the bullets, the common currency, and settled the bill, and the boss ironed to remind him that there was a room for drunken guests. Simon laughed dryly, and drank too much rum to dry his throat, unless it was the Glatheam Tavern or the "Crown Hilton" inside the steel black wall, he was so drunk that he was forced to spend the night in the unfamiliar Neutral City Tavern, I am afraid that tomorrow's diners will not be afraid that the raw fried bun filling is too shaft.

The civilized world has the law that can run the whole domain, the wasteland world does not, barbarism and war are twins, mercenaries have become the lowest threshold and the most profitable business, there can be no gathering places, only bars can not be missing, small towns can have no hospitals, but there will be no armory, city-states can have no schools, and union branches will not be opened.

To be reasonable, Simon has not obtained a mercenary license, as long as he obtains the license of a recognized big name such as Longhu and Heinrich, he can pay to use the union services of various neutral city-states, such as low-cost armaments, safe houses, and privacy guarantees.

But there are some things that are more common than a license, Simon wondered if he should play with the two-color pupils of the Persian cat to confirm his identity as a mutant, thinking that it is not suitable, Hydra is an underground organization, given that everyone Hydra has a strong interest in their own body parts, it is not worth it to have another vampire poison master to die in his sleep. Ramirez, who had just drunk a lot of money, entered the union hall and came to his senses, took out his license and handed it to Simon, complaining: "With your skills, it is not difficult to get a T3 license in three years by going to Longhu to get a mess." ”

"Do you think I have this?" Simon handed the plastic license to the receptionist, who was all local men, Ramirez's retirement from Longhu certainly did not mean that the license was revoked, this thing was a pre-war driver's license, and it was easy to go anywhere.

"Verified." Simon looked at the unattractive plastic, and the only bright spot was that it was embedded with hidden lines that made it expensive to counterfeit, and any studio before the war could copy one. But forging a license doesn't mean much, it's just a symbol of personal quality for potential employers to bid, and union services don't discount a coin.

"It's not necessary." Ramirez scolded the guy in front of him as a pre-war Ranger and a quasi-official member of Hydra, and his eyes changed color. Anyway, Longhu once fought with the troops of the Blue Lightning Armband? Forget it, lightning has been used as a totem for thousands of years.

Like a group of mercenaries outside the union of the real estate marketing department, the open space in front of the door was very efficiently reorganized into a comprehensive market, and Simon squeezed through a group of shirtless and long-haired in the winter.

“Schlanger！” Longfur scolded, and Simon immediately scolded back, "Smeg! The color of the eyes of the demonstrator changed, and he immediately frightened Long Hair.

Hooking his shoulders and backing a few members of the team who were drunk and snoring, Simon took half a bottle of homebrew in his hand and shouted, "Who brought the drink?" Drink it when you get to the ground! ”

Ps: The two English words are slang, and those who have read MM4 must know it.

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