The battle went much smoother than Simon expected, at least not so bad that he used jeeps and motorcycles to force his way through the gates, Simon fired a few tracer bullets into the sky, Peter drove crookedly to K82, and the boy said, "It's over?" ”

"Let's tell the stage." Simon skillfully lit a cigarette, and he found himself unconsciously an old smoking gun, a smoker in his earlier service, and a long time when he was sleepy and tired, and his comrades handed him cigarettes. Right now? Simon let out a puff of fishy smoke, and Peter picked it and put it to his ear, and he looked at the screams and cries in the settlement, and he didn't have to guess what was going on. The wasteland does not raise the loser, either to make fish on the chopping board, or to be a slave under the crotch. Simon is powerless and unwilling to contradict this ironclad fact.

Simon crumpled the empty cigarette case, stepped into the mud, and slammed his fist on the jeep door, startling Peter, and the boy wondered, "What are you crazy about?" ”

"Go to your dad and tell him that he just has enough fifty heads, and whoever wants to continue to kill, I'll kill him first!" Facing Simon's bloodshot eyes, Peter scratched the itch on his back, and the young man said: "The money is in your pocket, I am not the head of the mercenaries, you are, you want to say, you go by yourself, besides, you leave a bunch of waste?" Raising them for idle meals? ”

Simon stepped into the jeep, slammed the car door, and a puff of black smoke made Peter cough, and the young man lifted his trench coat and kicked a dead body in anger, scolding: "Neurotic! ”

The K82 gathering place is worthy of dozens of households, relying on the slightly barren land near the Great Lake for irrigation, and when the harvest is poor, they must also drive the rudimentary fishing boats to fish, casting their nets and praying, so as not to run into the Great Lake patrol boats, otherwise they will be subject to heavy taxes that have almost gone bankrupt, and the Steel City has precisely and meticulously squeezed the people inside and outside the city, always pressing the spring to just the right level.

"Collect firearms." Marco shouted casually with his gun on his shoulder, the battle is over, once the faith is shattered, no matter how many people there are, it is just a waste of bullets, seeing Simon driving a jeep into the settlement, he naturally thinks that Simon is here to confirm the final result, after all, he is the head of the commission, he is the only one who has the right to pronounce the fate of the rest of the mob in K82, of course, there are fifty people whose end is already doomed.

The homeless people searched and plundered from house to house, survived the difficult times, and it was their turn to enjoy unbridledly. Simon hung a gear, and the jeep slowly ran over the muddy ground, and occasionally there was a trickle of blood, presumably this is a fertile soil, nourished by human blood and sewage, if it does not produce sweet faults and golden wheat fields, it should bloom flowers all over the mountains.

According to unwritten convention, displaced people who were temporarily recruited to serve as cannon fodder had the right to loot after the war, but the armaments and weapons had to be handed over to their employers or bought at a discounted price with their consent. At most, a twenty-dollar commission was exchanged for an old-fashioned pistol, and Jonathan climbed into the car to happily count the guns, and the most valuable heavy machine guns were dismantled and loaded into boxes early. In the rearview mirror, a homeless person is lying on the body of a K82 woman like a dog, and the loser is silent, his eyes are scattered, and he is purely a puddle of rotten meat that has lost his soul.

"Tell them to stop killing, get together, and I'll check the number." Simon leaned out and said to Jonathan, and the giant man immediately tore his throat and shouted, "The boss said it! Grab anything! Women are allowed to do whatever they want, and they are not allowed to kill! These heads are the bosses! ”

The outcasts shouted frantically, "Long live the chief!" "Long live the coin!" The mercenaries are still restrained from their desires, their tacit remuneration is much richer than that of the homeless, the most valuable things belong to the employer, and the rest of the people and things can choose any one, and the short and fierce battle ends quickly, there are not too many dead, and there is plenty of room for choice. "I booked that girl, tsk, the little face is white, and the bottom is white." A mercenary picked up the butt of his rifle and pushed away the outcasts who had smelled the rotting flesh from the flies, and grabbed the girl's arm, but he was not a heroic knight who saved beauty, and when even a fierce slap stunned her, he picked it up and threw it into the car body, shouting: "Giant! This is my chick, watch her and don't let her run! ”

Jonathan glanced at the naked girl, took off his helmet and said happily, "No problem! Old Joe wants to try something new, too! ”

In the clearing of the settlement, the survivors of K82 fell to their knees, surrounded by beasts temporarily wearing collars. "Cut off the fifty heads you want, there are forty-three here, nineteen men, and ...... women" Simon interrupted Ramirez's report and said, "Lao Tzu will count!" ”

Is there a gap for the Management Committee to exploit? The rigid rule of fifty heads, the proportion of age groups can not be too disparity, the provincial slippery head is flat to raise strong labor, for this consideration, these forty-three people, still have to pick some balanced proportions, Simon is the leader, can only choose who lives and who dies, this is the right and obligation that accompanies him when he takes over the task of clearing K82.

"Boss, that, that, it's my girl......" Another mercenary licked his face, and gestured and pulled the hair of two delicate women, seeing Simon's black face, he hurriedly explained: "Boss! I only want two women, and the rest, I don't want it. The mercenary was afraid that Simon would think he was insatiable, and he witnessed Simon's fierce fighting prowess in the Polar Bar. Among the people present, the only two who can fight Simon are none other than Jonathan and Ramirez, and Jonathan is a hardcore ally.

"Get out." Simon's teeth popped out of the word, he held the revolver and swept through the five mercenaries, including Jonathan, and said coldly: "You're all done." After receiving an affirmative answer, Simon asked Jonathan, "Do you need these people for your settlement?" ”

"This group of people?" Jonathan pouted disdainfully, "Old Joe, a woman with a big butt and a high chest and belly, should consider taking it away, and if you have other plans, you can store the remaining mules with me first."

Seeing that Simon had a tendency to stay alive, Marco turned his face with interest and said: "I know a slave trader, the price is fair, I, Marco has followed a lot of young masters in the city who came out to drink blood and gain knowledge, the leader of this pistol technique, I will serve!" After that, I followed the leader. The cockscomb was dyed into a handful of orange hair, and as soon as Marco snapped his fingers, a girl in sackcloth with a cloak of hair was immediately sent by a homeless person.

"The prettiest girl deserves to be the first bite." The dirty rough hand tore the girl's clothes roughly, the lake wind blew, and it was cold? Fear? The girl trembled like chaff, unobscured and fleshy, and Marco smiled flatteringly, brushing away the girl's pale silver hair, and holding his chin to reveal it in front of Simon's eyes.

Fiery red, which means that the cold night is born of a kiss, Adolfina is very likable everywhere, not only because of her vertical pupils, but also because her vermilion hair color represents luck in the impression of the wastelanders. Silver Grey? The scorching heat of the day, thousands of miles of red land, a touch of beautiful silver gray is refreshing.

"Big ...... My lord. The girl looked up tremblingly, holding her apple-sized breasts, a few drops of dried blood looked pitiful, "I, I know a lot, I will make you more comfortable than other girls, please take me." ”

The lake breeze brought the fishy smell and strange smell of the flesh and blood when it was burned, and the undulating ravines in the distance were like a cliff made of blocked waves.

"You promised me that we would be together." No matter how many kilometers away, Simon could see the red cross painted on Juliana's helmet, she carried her bag and muttered calmly, and in the blink of an eye, she fell into the abyss.

"Marco." Simon pinched the girl's face and didn't look at it, "Thank you for your kindness, you keep this girl to warm the bed yourself, I prefer the red hair that is warmer." Marco looked a little surprised, and hurriedly threw the silver-haired girl into the jeep body, and bent down in an exaggerated salute.

"Honorable commanders do not win favor." Simon said, "Go, remember to share." ”

"Yes, sir!" Marco raised his hand in an awkward salute. At the moment of turning his head, the sunset of Lone Pine Town was gently spreading, and a group of young couples walked hand in arm on the fallen leaf road.

The boy straightened her sideburns, this girl didn't know how to dress up since she was a child, probably she thought she couldn't find the motivation to please others and bother herself, anyway, when the moon was full, there was an idiot who booked it in advance. She spread her palms, and the boy rolled his eyes and said, "You want to wait for a butterfly?" ”

"Nope." The girl said, and placed the maple leaves in the palm of her hand, "Maple leaves, we are maple leaves." ”

"Oh, I'm jealous." The boy pretended to have a headache, and the girl pinched the soft flesh around her waist in disgust, and said, "I really want to bury you in the grave and erect a tombstone with the words that you are retarded and single for the rest of your life because you don't know how to please girls." ”

"Then I will drag you to eternal sleep before I die." The girl was picked up and smacked, "Seriously, how will I write your epitaph?" ”

"Idiots and geniuses, of course." The boy gasped in pain, "I'm serious. ”

A goose-yellow feather bird rests on the tombstone, where each other's family members are buried, and many years later, they will also be buried together in the tomb of the square inch, not small, but just right, this is the world that will always belong to them.

"Born on the same day of the same month, the same year, and died on the same day of the same month? Isn't it too popular, why don't you flip through a few famous quotes and add some poetry......" Juliana bit Simon's earlobe and whispered softly, "I have a lot of time to discuss this." Her pale blonde hair smells like summer wine. Isn't it? She said.

Simon poked his eyebrows with two fingers and said sharply: "The dead who were not taller than a rifle before are not counted in the number of heads, from tall to short, until fifty heads are chopped off!" "At first glance, the final verdict of fate, and the pleading and mourning of the vanquished, were of no avail, and an old Simonov rifle was stuck in the flat ground, and soon the surface of the rifle was dyed bright red.

The young commander walked alone to the lake, the sparkling Lake Erie was calm and magnificent, he opened the flap of the necklace, and the voices and smiles of the two young men disappeared as if they were a replica of a thousand years ago. The beloved's face dissipated the haze, but in this era, she slept in a foreign land, and the so-called life and death were nothing more than his wishful dreams, and he was unwilling to wake up for many years.

No sadness, no howling, no splashing. At night, when the tide rises and a hermit crab finds a faded artifact, it takes it away.

"It's a long way to get lost, but there's a way to go." The girl found the epitaph she wanted, crossed her legs and pushed through the book, pointing to the clear letters on it, while the boy was busy with the illusory world, and casually replied, "It's good, that's it." ”

"That's it?"

"That's it."