Simon put down his sniper rifle and lightly cleaned up the mess left by the ultra-long-range sniper. Pete adjusted the telescope in some disbelief. Despite the fact that he is familiar with Simon's ace marksmanship, but this situation?

A successful sniper of four and a half kilometers?

"They're in a mess." Peter shook his fist excitedly and turned his head. Simon, on the other hand, was busy checking whether there was damage to the barrel, bolt, and chamber of the gun that fired two special bullets in a row. He reached in and felt the hot rifling of the afterglow, and then inspected the gunpowder-smelling bolt, which was fortunately the sturdy bolt of Mauser's blood, as always, withstood the large charge bullet. However, even if there is a life of this ordnance, it is estimated that there will be no such a good opportunity next time.

"Ready, it's going to attack soon." Simon switched back to the ordinary 7.62 caliber barrel and turned over, not at all happy, only more stagnant heaviness.

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Corinna took the hot towel from her attendant, wiped the stains on her face, took off her steel helmet, and let out a long exhale, only then did she realize that her hands were trembling slightly.

Death had never been so close to her.

"Miss, the Moss Officer has summoned you." Corinna bowed and sank into her palm. The old man who lifted the curtain of the tent did not say anything. Just waiting.

She is a member of the Mellon family, a proud and fearless pure-blood nobleman. All along, this was a pure fact, but Jory Solomon, who matched his identity, was right in front of him, a few centimeters away, turning into powder.

She recalled her kind reminder to "wear a steel helmet," but she realized that no amount of sturdy helmet could withstand a special 50 long-range competition round. Truth be told, it doesn't make a difference if you wear a Penny hat or an Altyn helmet. At best, perhaps, a strand of blonde hair can be recognizable.

Her bloodline, pure, noble. Bullets, it's fair, whether it's a wasteland pariahs or a black-walled nobleman, a bullet goes through the temple, and the ending is the same. If she had crawled out of the trench a moment earlier, it would have been Jory Solomon's turn to be stunned.

"After meeting the school officer, I will leave for the return immediately." Her chin dripped down her jaw, and Corinna's eyes sharpened. The old servant of the family guarding the door was stunned for a moment, and then nodded and promised to leave. As a servant, the old man only needs to obey.

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When Corinna entered the temporary command account of the Black Wall Army, all the reserve officers arrived, divided into three groups and talked in low voices, and with a grim face, they looked at the brown-haired man in a blood-stained Penny hat under the case, that is, the famous Holland Moschi. One of the commanders of the Black Wall Army.

"Sir." Corinna had done the courtesy, and in the account, there was a clear military affiliation, and Mellon's brilliance was temporarily raised. Corinna swept her Penny, her throat moving.

"Second Lieutenant Corinna, recount everything about the attack on Second Lieutenant Jory Solomon." Moschi's tone is hard and generous, and it is easy to make this man with a strange and asymmetrical square face whose jaw bone has been cut off by the fragments of a cannonball, and think of another man who also wields the most powerful force in Steel City, Brigadier General Reginald Ledoux.

So Corinna unreservedly recounted the whole process from the two of them as artillery lieutenants to routinely inspect the artillery position, and Chory was unfortunately shot and killed when observing the distribution of enemy defenses. Holding her hands behind her, Corinna did not squint, completely ignoring the stares of the Solomon family servants.

"This is a lesson, a price, and everyone hears it clearly, from now on, it is not allowed to enter the area of operations in any form without authorization, the new coordinates are as follows...... Now, disband! After the school officer finished speaking, he slowly looked at Solomon, whose face was pale.

"I regret to inform you that after a search by the death squads, there is only this Penny."

The servants who had lost their master took away the only relic, which was also their amulet. But as far as everyone was astigmatized, Corinna continued to say loudly, "Ask to speak." ”

"Permission."

"Request to leave the team and return."

"Why?" The rest of the reserve officers stared at Corinna's back in unison, and none of them sneered, just stood quietly. As for thinking in her heart, the dignified Corinna Mellon was so frightened.

Corinna's tone remained the same: "As a pre-departure rule for the military observation group, any member of the group can leave the team on their own and only need to report it, so I do not need to inform you of the reason." ”

The officer's reply was immediate: "Yes, there will be a helicopter to transport the rest of the personnel to Mill City in the evening, you can choose to carry it." ”

"Thank you

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Kind, but I decided to leave right away. ”

"Be careful." The school official said meaningfully. "The Black Wall can't afford to lose the next one."

When everyone left the command account, this prominent man who had participated in the Battle of Charleston, which decided the fate of the North and the South, fought in the yellow sands of the Western Desert, and led the raid on the Crusader Harrisburg, took off his military hat at this moment and had to recognize his reality.

Babysitter for a group of half-grown children who don't have any hair on the top and bottom.

Moreover, he did not do a good job,

The officer picked up the phone at hand and said softly: "Shelling." ”

The chain outside the kettle shook, and then unscrewed the lid with one hand. A violent shaking of the "tom" shook down the old ashes, who does not know whether there is radioactive fallout falling into the water, but it does not matter. Simon picked up the jug and took a sip. I sat down, lit a cigarette, and everywhere I looked, there was a silent flash of red.

"How long do you guess it's going to take?" Peter poked Simon in his elbow, his eyes fixed on the cracked ceiling. At this moment, everyone was hiding in the cellar where the Disaster Blade had hidden its ordnance in the past, and it was as if the wind was roaring outside.

"About two hours, that's a long time, and if they want to get some support, it'll be even shorter." Simon calmly replied with a cigarette. Fort Mill did have a lot of artillery in stock, but it was a different thing to transport it, and it didn't make much sense to destroy an old building that had been reinforced with three defenses long before the war. What's more, after being blown into ruins, it is even more wonderful street fighting.

In the dark passageway, one soldier after another, except for the blink of an eye, was silent, tending to his guns, reloading the magazines one by one, sharpening the daggers on the grinding wheels, and the occasional coughing sound to indicate that they were living people, not machines.

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The rumbling of artillery in the distance was far away, and Corinna, who was sitting in the assault boat, lifted her forehead and turned her head to look at the other side that seemed to be dense dark clouds. The old servant next to him asked, "Miss, should we enter the fortress?" ”

"Nope." Corinna denied, her index finger running over her red lips, and she said, "Go east." ”

"The princess of Franz has sent me an invitation."

"Join Claudia."

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