Simon had heard several stories.

The Andean air crash of 1972, 45 people, 16 people survived. It's famous, also called the Andean miracle, a miracle of perseverance, a miracle of human helplessness, like the Bronze Age, dark, dark, darker.

In the Dyatlov Incident of 1959, nine experienced climbers were submerged in a not-so-steep mountain called "otorten", which means "don't go" in the local indigenous language. "And sure enough, they didn't come back, some said they were attacked by a snow monster, some said they were secretly experimenting, but none of that mattered. They didn't come back.

In any case, snow, ice and snow, is one of the most testing things, just like Mount Everest, there are always people who are willing to risk their lives to challenge.

Snow, Ice, Radiation, Geiger Counter. A pair of military boots, a line of blood, this was probably everything Simon was in front of him, the wind of the blade blew across his cheeks, dry, stiff and cracked, and occasionally pulled out his calf, and a touch of darkness could be seen in the snow, which were his riding boots. Every person who lives in the wasteland wants to live, he will prepare three things, knee-high riding boots, to cross the mud; Long pencho to resist snow storms and sandstorms; Geiger counter to know where not to go.

The counter needle stopped at 1500 Msv, and the radiation accumulation of workers in the radioactive industry before the war was only 50 Msv in a year, and more than 500 Msv was enough to significantly reduce the number of white blood cells in the blood, severely weaken the immune system, 4000 Msv, and die.

The summer is warm, the wind and sand are all over the sky, it is indeed hateful, the winter is very cold, the snow storm is the radiation storm, and the snow is no longer the object of praise of the poet, if there are still poets.

Simon took another step and looked up as the second most difficult task after the stride, and he vaguely saw the hideous skull behind the gunshot's embarrassed sheepskin jacket, and it was a pity that the armor-piercing jet could not destroy the flight jacket. "Ho...... Ho...... "Every breath of cold air that comes in down his nose takes a long time for Simon to warm up, so his lungs are like a bellows, wedges wear out over time, or simply flames?" No, there is no flame, only snow, damn snow.

One step, one step, one step at a time.

Before the experience, people can't help but fly past the scenes of their lives, many of which they think they have forgotten. One step, one step, and another, Simon thought silently in his heart, and he suddenly remembered that in his childhood he had written an essay in praise of a war hero, step by step out of the enemy's territory, and when he was asked how he had covered the hundred miles, the hero said, "Tell yourself, take one more step, and the enemy will be one step away from you." ”

"One more step, one more step closer to the enemy." As if this sentence gave Simon a little motivation, he struggled a few steps, and the black jacket was one step closer to him.

Simon didn't know how long he had been walking, and as night wore on, he guessed he must have walked for three or four hours, perhaps not far, and in such deep snow, the distance might have been just over double digits.

"It's dark, if you chase it down, you and I will die together." At last a voice came, piercing the snow, and the gun-masking knight said in a deep voice, he was no less wounded than Simon, the hot jet of armor-piercing bullets burned his face, the struggle after climbing out of the carriage consumed a lot of his energy, and he had to flee back to Manzvi, almost a hundred miles away, without any supplies

Er, this is already a fantasy, if you chase another persevering enemy in the back, the two of them will soon freeze alive.

Simon wanted to move his lips, but he didn't feel the need to waste this strength, he didn't stop at all, he only had one goal in mind, a good task, he was a soldier, he wouldn't stop if he didn't complete the task, no matter what conditions the enemy proposed, Simon always remembered that he was a tough ranger.

"Think about it, you are still young, you have a bright future in the Iron Army, and I am already old, I can't hold on for this hundred miles, you have to chase me down, within one night, you and I will definitely die, you can go back now, and when you find my body, you will still be a great achievement." The snow has worn away the arrogance of the War Knights, and the infamous Gunfire Knight has begun to beg for mercy. "Think about your lover, your child, you don't want her to be in bed early with other men, your son, call another man 'Daddy', turn your head, Joseph, you did your best, I respect you."

"Nope." Simon's lips quirmed, and he replied.

"Okay." In front of Simon's eyes, there was only the skull behind the black jacket that couldn't even be stained with snowflakes. "I can still pull one before I die, but before that, you will be even more persistent than me, urban tender chicken, you don't know the wasteland at all!"

"Try," Simon said simply, with only two positions between them, and neither of them could afford to throw a punch and never get up again after falling. There will be no one to save them.

Night falls.

The dust kicked up by the nuclear explosion on the day of the verdict once obscured the sky, severely damaged the ecological cycle, and the ozone layer was destroyed on a large scale, and some people said that the times were good and bad, at least after the war, the stars were very bright, and anyone could appreciate it if they looked up, but this was the last thing that human beings needed to splendor.

There was a grove of trees ahead, low and secluded, and no one could spend a peaceful night on the surface of the snowfield, when Simon was able to survive by digging a hole in a seven-layer lined winter suit. Having the woods meant fuel, food, shelter, more hope, more danger, and Simon knew that once he was in the woods, he would never be able to catch up with the Gun Rider.

One step, one step, one step at a time.

Between them, there is only one position left.

The struggle of silence and despair, at this distance, at this point in time, any struggle that has nothing to do with survival is fatal. "Are you crazy? You really don't want to die! The Gunshot's voice sounded exhausted and panicked, and he finally looked back, Simon was exerting his strength, walking faster and faster.

From the initial fifty-meter interval to the current position, the Gunfire Knight used to be a wastelander, so he naturally knew the hardships, but the problem was that Simon really caught up, and the end of the crossbow seemed to be stretched all along, and now he was going to die together.

Simon lowered his stance, no kicks, elbows, chokeholds, he just leaned close enough and then lunged forward, knocking over the Gunshot.

"Let go! Let go! It's the forest! Forest! The gunfire knight kicked Simon on his thigh with all his might, and the soles of his boots nailed with steel claws kicked Simon's head and bleed. Do you want to freeze to death or be eaten by a human-faced spider! Loosen! Otherwise I'll shout! The tone of the Fire Knight was not much different from that of a girl who was followed at night and screamed threatening to rip her throat.

Simon was kicked in the chest and had been broken earlier in Mandsville

's ribs didn't heal, and at this moment, Simon turned his head with a kick, but he took off half of the gunshot's boot.

"Whoop...... "The Gunfire Knight crawled away from Simon with his hands and feet, gasping for breath and staring at Simon, who was still slowly rising. I should award you a bullet on that day. ”

"You should have killed me the first time you saw me." Simon replied. "You don't remember me, do you?"

"I've killed a sea of people, how can I remember everyone who wants to take revenge on me?" Once a person is extremely tired, once he sits down, it is far more difficult to get up again than to keep going. The Gun-Knight said.

Birds in the woods startled, moonlight sprinkled on Simon's cheeks, and before he knew it, there were a few tears. "Remember the steel caravan you killed last summer? I'm inside, and you've chased me for fifty miles. ”

"Ah, so you're here for your companions, a good reason for revenge." The Fire Knight staggered to his feet. "I'm leaving, will you keep up?"

After all, the Gun Knight still couldn't remember which onion Simon was, and he probably didn't remember what he swore to hunt to the end, he had too many enemies.

"For the sake of companions? Hasn't it always been like this? Simon muttered. Edelweiss...... Edelweiss ...... "The blonde girl is finally willing to show up. "Is that you? Juliana? Two lines of tears overflowed his eyes and froze.

"Greet me every morning...... "The birds fly in the sky, and the eagles chirp." Why do you have to leave? "The blonde girl floats above Simon." Many, many reasons, but first, it was you who left me first. "Deeper shadows are cast." Don't leave! I beg you! ”

Simon reached out and tried to hold on to his long-forgotten lover, and then he touched the cold armor.

A demon.

The demon bird that looked down on its prey let Simon stroke its beak, it had just swallowed a man, in the night of the wasteland the demon bird often needs to patrol for most of the night to catch a large enough beast, the snow wolf acting in a group is very alert, the wolf pack has a special sentinel, as soon as the enemy comes, they will plunge into the snow. Demon birds avoid snow pythons that prey on snow wolves because a snow python grows long enough to choke it to death.

The demon bird's fist-sized purple eyes flashed with a white membrane, and it examined the prey under its claws, and it could distinguish the breath that was extremely weak, not as good as a wolf struggling to the death, a python that could even tie the beak of a bird, this creature was weak, it looked very thin, very thin. So the demon bird lowered its posture further and slowly looked at it.

Suddenly, a smell of disgust rushed to the wings of its nose. "Wow!" The demon bird let out a short cry and flicked its wings, but the smell of disgust could not be dispelled, and it suddenly remembered what it was.

This is the taste of the same kind, the devil bird put away its beak, it does not have the habit of eating the cubs of its siblings, how difficult it is to give birth to a demon bird It understands. It is a predator at the top of the food chain, it is not a lowly hyena, nor is it a rotting wolf. "Woohoo!" It stepped back and ran to the other side, flapping its wings, and the demon bird soared into the night sky, going in search of its next prey.

A black feather slowly floated, covering the starry sky, covering the angelic departing lover, and also covering Simon's eyes, darkness, endless darkness, at that moment, Simon was extremely warm.

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