Last time, I was a tourist, and this time, I came, I was a grim reaper.

There was a "click" as Simon loaded the bullet.

It was nearly dusk, and the recruits put up a pergola to look at the sunset that was still wielding authority when they were about to descend the mountain, because they were in the machine gun nest of the watchtower tower, a little cool breeze could also cool down, and the feeling of the mountain breeze blowing their forehead hair was very good, and it was even better to look at the hot dog-like colleagues on the side of the street shack.

The watchtower has a very wide view, and the steel sandbags are laid outside the machine gun nest, so even if they are fired directly from a rifle, the gunners hiding in the bunker will not be much threatened, and the recruits also want to challenge the eyesight, but the shoulder is patted by the veteran.

"Boy, the best way to save your eyes and your head is to don't look where you shouldn't." The veteran finger held a burning cigarette butt between his fingers, and the soot scattered on the handle of the machine gun, pointed to the open field outside the town, and said, "You have to see there." ”

"What's there?" The recruit asked rhetorically, uninterestingly.

The veteran laughed angrily, stepped on the cigarette butt with his boots, and helplessly found that the cigarette case was empty, pinched the back of the stupid boy's neck, and said angrily: "That's your salary!" Your little life! All you have to do is reload the cartridge belt when Lao Tzu shoots, instead of sticking your neck to look at the sun! ”

The recruit sat down in frustration as the M2 machine gun feeder and counted the finger-thick 12.7mm rounds, but the young man couldn't sit still, and soon he found something of interest. A group of people walked in the open area outside the town that had been deliberately cleared, and the recruit said excitedly: "It's lame Tom, it looks like there's meat to eat tonight." ”

Out of the forest came four soldiers with guns, two of them dragged the head of the spotted deer one after the other, although the verdict has passed sixty years since the nuclear explosion, but the radiation is still with the shadow, the spotted deer is huge, the side of the deer's head has a deer face with a side and a positive face, and the compound eyes similar to spiders pay attention to the predator's movements 360 degrees, but the bullet is obviously not in the observation range.

"Alas, next time I will also fight for a place to go out, and it is better to get prey roast meat to eat than to eat the rated ration every day." The recruit complained. After all, it is impossible for Wyatt Company to tilt good resources into the mouth of consumables, and the so-called rations are actually just a bunch of black bread that will not kill people if they are eaten, and the commander may be able to add a bowl of rice cereal if he is in a good mood.

The veteran sneered and rubbed the cigarette case, leaking a cigarette butt as he wished, the veteran did not waste matches, just put it in his mouth and chewed the tobacco, the veteran liked the bitter taste, because he woke up, temporarily deceived the belly of the protest, this world wants to continue to live with broken legs and arms, one thing is very important, sober. The veteran advises the recruit: "It's not a bad thing for young people to be aggressive, but don't regret it until you eat a gun." ”

The gate of the town slowly opened, the mercenaries were cheering for the evening meal, there were not many opportunities to eat fresh meat, the recruits leaned out and greeted the patrol hard, as if they thought that this would be able to get an extra piece of meat for the dinner later, but unfortunately, there were more than 100 centaurs in the town, and there was only one deer, so more eyes were on the deer, as for the patrol? Please, they're not dead yet, we can't divide them yet.

"Sit down, head downstairs!" The veteran pulled back the recruit, and some anger rose and fell back into his stomach, and reprimanded: "If you want to die, don't take Lao Tzu with you!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the recruit's head was really like a ripe melon, and the blood and brain even sprayed on the veteran's face, and the veteran's first thought was definitely not that he suddenly had the ability to curse to death, but before he could think of the next thought, there were more rotten melons on the ground.

The shell hook hooked out the cartridge case, and the next bullet passed through the floating barrel, although Simon removed the supercharger, but within a kilometer, he was the god who ruled the life and death of people, at this moment, in his heart, in fact, the concept of man no longer existed, instead of the goal, who is more valuable, who dies first.

That's all.

"Ten coins, I want the heart of the deer." The gate guard hammered his chest, exaggerated his strong muscles, and said proudly: "I personally tested, where to eat!" When you eat enough 1,000 hearts, you can't wear through the gun! Everyone laughed, and I don't know who answered: "Deer whip!" Eat enough of a thousand, I'll smoke the dick and the female violent bear! ”

The patrol member carried the deer corpse and smiled in response: "Deer heart? Dude, good appetite, I'll get it for you. He pulled out the dagger and inserted it, and asked the deer heart man to urge: "Hurry up, hurry up, it's only useful to eat while it's hot, it's only worth half of the copper plate if it's not hot." ”

"It's absolutely hot." The patrolman's blood-soaked hands gradually appeared, and the palm really seemed to hold a heart, and the guard walked up impatiently, shouting: "Lao Tzu has eaten bear heart and wolf heart, can a deer heart be better than a human heart?" ”

"That might be." The patrol member freed his hand, where was the deer heart in his hand, but a Thompson submachine gun, his smile instantly froze, and the 43 bullets shot like a blizzard that the deer heart guards couldn't help but retreat as if they had taken too much medicine, and the hearts of the people who claimed that the guns couldn't help it were shattered into slag, and the other three people each took out AKs, and easily knocked over all the guards at the gate, even the machine gunners armed with pickups failed to react.

"The Crusaders are already talking to the ......" The commander was talking to the soldier who had impressed Simon before, when suddenly the gunfire of fried beans rang out, the commander stood up in shock, and the alarm was belated.

"What the hell?" The commander muttered, in his eyes, to storm a camp with a hundred mercenaries and many heavy weapons? Nine times out of ten, the mob acted spontaneously, at most his subordinates pressed the trigger and forgot to let go, and the commander felt lost face and said, "I'll go out and see, the rabbit cubs have itchy skin." ”

The soldier bowed slightly, and the roots under the large-brimmed hat were like thorns. Before the war, the non-commissioned officer level only enjoyed the Talos combat uniform, and after the end of the world, it is conceivable who is under the combat uniform, at least, his military quality is by no means comparable to the unpopular Wyatt mercenary commander.

The soldier licked his bright red lips, he seemed to listen to the dense gunfire, and said to himself: "Sniper? It's a good gun. He wore a large-brimmed hat with two swords embroidered over his silver-white skull.

Simon unhurriedly reloaded the magazine, Blackwater was pouring out of the woods, the two M2 machine guns that were supposed to suppress the enemy were lying on the watchtower, the machine gun nest was piled up with seven or eight corpses, the commander was holding the pistol to the temple of the next substitute, ordering this guy to go and operate the machine gun, but anyone with a discerning eye knew that any place near the heavy machine gun was marked by the enemy sniper.

Blackwater's gunners, disguised as Wyatt's patrolmen, took control of the gate before the battle began, and the situation quickly turned towards Blackwater's side, and the unscrupulous firepower could not stop the attackers from pouring through the open field, and the battle skipped the stalemate phase and entered the street battle.

The new magazine is loaded back with a sniper rifle, because of the last time the boat almost capsized in the gutter, Peter refused to form a team, Simon is a pity, but it's a pity, if you want to get the money, you have to work hard, so Simon lights a cigarette.

The pickup, which was deliberately omitted, had the last machine gun on it, and the sniper admired the fire of the large-caliber bullets with great interest.

How pretty.