The guards in Elgin were fat, and everyone who lived on the shores of Lake Michigan knew about it, and in fact, every town attached to the United City-State of Mill-Zhika was quite fat. Since the city-state signed the "Great Lakes Industrial Zone Joint Declaration", the specially allocated security forces will regularly patrol along the longitudinal communication routes, as long as the taxes are paid, small fights are regarded as traditional warm-up activities, and large fires? Probably no one is so bored that they have to get along with the security forces' chariots.

Old Tom moved a low stool and sat lazily on the watchtower, the sun made people drowsy, and at this age, the old man, who had been a town guard for more than forty years, naturally understood that it was true to take care of himself, and some young men jumped up and down in order to vent their energy.

"Pedal ......" Sure enough, there was a sound of extraordinarily traveled footsteps, and the floor slabs that had not been repaired for a while could not catch up with such a step, old Tom reluctantly opened a crack in his eyes, and saw that it was a little partner who had just been transferred for a long time, and said weakly: "It's your turn to be on duty...... Yawn...... Where are the telescopes, do it yourself. Then he tilted his head and pulled down.

The young guard who was called by the old man was a little resentful, thinking that our town is not poor, and it is definitely enough to hire dozens of elite soldiers to guard the gate, and the compensation for the food paid to Mill City every quarter alone can also buy some equipment from the army eliminated from the steel city, not to make it so nondescript.

Indignant to indignant, the young guard still chose to shake the old rifle, stand with the gun on his back, and turn the sentry telescope to observe the surroundings. Kerry spent most of his energy on the winding trade road just a few kilometres east of the town, next to the wheat fields. It is a bit inaccurate to say that it is a trade route, but the real trade route is close to the lakeside, and almost every day there will be a dozen large two-headed oxen caravans going back and forth from Mill City to Iron City, and even gasoline-burning trucks are not uncommon.

As soon as he thought of this, Kerry was a little moved, the young guard was also a hunter who was good at fishing and hunting, and at the age of fifteen or sixteen he was as strong as a calf, and followed the hunting team into the Michigan Wasteland, and even the violent bear was slaughtered and carried back. There is still a dark scar running through the upper arm, which is a symbol of a real man!

The dead old man next to him actually snored, and the mirror that had opened the crack shook in panic, and Krisha's bag-like fist clenched and loosened, and spat heavily, thinking that if it wasn't for the loss of money in drinking and gambling the year before last, as for being caught by the mayor of the town and pressed in the town garrison with nothing to do? Now there are men in the town who are interested in going to Mill City, Ford City, or Holland City to make industrial money, and those who are brave enough to go to Steel City to fight for luck. In case the strength arrives, after crossing the threshold of the security army, the roulette wheel is grasped, tsk, isn't it a beautiful woman with white flowers and coins rolling in? As for the Iron Army? Kerry never dreamed of having that way in, who didn't know that it would be so difficult to get into the Iron Army's auxiliary team? Although Kerry is confident that he is the first man in town, he does not feel that he is capable of the "iron people" who deal with iron ingots every day in Steel City.

Kerry was thinking wildly, and at the same time counting how much he had to pay to pay off his gambling debts, so much of a headache for this reckless man who could write his own name, saying that he would deduct one-third of his monthly salary and return it to the mayor of the town, and that it was fifteen yuan a month, and it was over and over...... What is fifteen times forty-five......

Seeing that there was really no movement on the damn trade route that the smugglers had just tripped out, Kerry simply broke a small wooden stick and began to make a comparison, but ten numbers were simply more annoying than a grizzly bear's paw, and there was no result in horizontal and vertical calculations.

Just as Kerry was scratching his ears and cheeks, he was tapped on the shoulder.

"Get out, I didn't see Lao Tzu busy!" Kerry fanned the stinky old man's hand and secretly said that this old man probably wanted to use an excuse to pee again.

"Someone's coming." At first glance, Kerry was still too lazy to get up. Until the next sentence: "Eighty percent are here to find fault." ”

"Finding fault?" Kerry stood up and grabbed the sentry mirror to look left and right, but he couldn't see where the person was until Old Tom slowly turned around

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To the south, sure enough, there were a few dark shadows floating in a field of green wheat, and it took some effort for Kerry to find the exact location, and it looked like there were only four or five.

"Why is there no news from the outer ring swimming whistle?" Kerry was immediately alarmed, and he didn't notice that Old Tom had judged the approximate location of the outsider without even touching the sentry mirror. The young guard grabbed another monocular and looked out of the wheat field, where the sentry herdsman, who was in charge of grazing the herd and watching over the periphery, was riding his horse in a dignified manner.

"Could it be that you're an old man who has seen the wrong person, right? Maybe the sentinel checked it first. Kerry complained that if he was really here to find fault, the fierce dogs raised by the sentry were not vegetarians.

Old Tom still looked sick, unloaded the rifle behind Kerry's shoulder, one with one hand, and the other with the gun, which was an extremely standard quasi-fire posture, and Kerry was dumbfounded for a long time, and he didn't know why he gave the gun to the old man so obediently.

Looking through the quadruple scope, the men walking on the ridges of the wheat fields were all in traveler's attire, ankle-length black and brown trench coats, carrying half-man-high canvas bags, old Tom squinted, and the crosshair buckled to the head of the leader. Travelers like this are very common in the wasteland, they are usually scavengers, with a Geiger counter, where the radiation value of the ruins is lowered, they go there to pick up waste, and if they find things such as alarm clocks, wheels, aluminum pots, toys, etc., they can usually sell them for a good price in the market, and if they are lucky enough to touch a barrel of oil, they will instantly receive hundreds of oceans.

Needless to say, there is something hidden in the turtleneck trench coat, the gun is certain, but nine times out of ten the people with the gun will not come to find fault, at least not in the town of Elgin, which is only forty miles away from Mill-Zika City, which is neither big nor small, and it is only ten or twenty miles away from the lakeside business route that the security forces patrol every day, and there are large wheat fields everywhere, and the guns really burst out, and the first person who can't eat and walk around must be the one who finds fault. After all, drones always fly faster than horses. Drive? If you have a car, why not grab a small caravan? Can you bite a town with heavy machine guns?

But after all, old Tom is also an old man who has participated in several major wars, and after the wind and waves, he can see people the most, and if there is something that he can believe the most, it must be his own intuition.

Just when Old Tom was about to pull the trigger and prepare to make a first cut, the crosshairs aimed at the first traveler suddenly turned his head, and a bit of blue stabbed straight in, instantly making Old Tom fall into an ice cave, facing the pair of steel-blue eyes like ice, so frozen that Old Tom didn't feel a chill down his spine in the Mayday, and his fingers were even stiffer and couldn't press the trigger.

"Old fellow! Those guys are coming! Kerry shook the old man, and then pulled the old Tom out of his trance, and his eyes narrowed again, dispelling the faint floaters, and saw that the six travelers had passed through the wheat field, and walked straight towards the watchtower, and there was no one to stop them within hundreds of meters.

The old man wiped the cold sweat oozing from the corner of his forehead, and a very strong feeling told him that even if he pulled the trigger and shot out of the chamber, he would not be able to hit the traveler with steel-blue eyes. After a slight stunned, these people approached three hundred meters in front of the watchtower, and at this distance, if they really had good marksmanship, they could feed each other a bullet.

"Hey!" The traveler waved his hands and shouted loudly, a loud whistle: "I want to buy a bowl of water to drink!" The kettle is empty! ”

Old Tom suppressed the young boy who was about to move, and replied in a deep voice, "Where did it come from!" What do you come to town to sell? ”

This question was quite a doorway, old Tom held the alarm bell rope in his hand, and the nearby guard tower obviously saw the group of travelers, and shouted from afar: "Yo ~ Tom! Are you alright!! ”

"From Polis! Let's sell some ingredients! Sell some aluminum skin, empty your backpack, and take a boat to go for a walk! It wasn't the blue-eyed man who spoke, but the burly man with a thick shark cavity behind his back.

"Take care of your guns! No! Old Tom yelled back at the nearby watchtower

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Go, as soon as the shark cavity heard it, he knew that it was the people from the east of the industrial area, Lake Erie had abundant fish, and the fishermen who begged for a living there were the first to get out of the shadow of the nuclear winter, and then the lake demon accent was propagated to the entire old Ohio East state, and people in other realms didn't bother to agree with them "Ness Monster" (lake demon), so many pronunciations make people roll their tongues? Straightforwardly called "Shark", it's simple and convenient.

Old Tom threw the Garand rifle, old enough to be his grandfather, to the young guard with no flesh and tendons, and got off the guard tower with a stinking submachine gun.

"The old rule, look at the goods first, otherwise you won't have water to drink." Old Tom stood in front of the six travelers, both large and small, as thin as the old goats, but he was fearless, for there were two 50-heavy machine guns in the town's clock tower behind him, and the guards there were not parallel goods.

"Chenghao, I would like to ask your old man to make it convenient for me to point out that the Polgin shop is still not there, and I haven't been here for Mill for some years." The half-bald man happily beckoned his companion behind him to unload his backpack, put it on the ground, unbuttoned it, and let Old Tom check it alone.

The old man carried the gun and looked at them one by one, these canvas bags that had faded and exposed the cloth fibers looked unremarkable, but in fact they were very strong and tough, and the inside was carefully made of tanned animal skins into various inner pockets, and the valuable copper wire and aluminum plates must have been pressed to the lowest, and the top was full of scraps that were about to burst into sharp points, all of which were crumpled iron sheets, teddy bears that had lost their hair, rusty wrenches, stainless steel cutlery and other scraps that had a chance of being sold. After seeing a rather delicate little tin box, old Tom had just paused and handed over a pack of cigarettes printed with blue and white grass flowers.

"Three-seven cards, refresh." Old Tom took a cigarette out, and the bald man who looked like the head of the brigade immediately diligently lit a match, and Old Tom spat out a smoke ring and nodded, this smell is indeed the most popular notoginseng cigarette among the many cigarette brands in the steel city, which is spicy and spicy, but not too much.

"Where's the gun?" Old Tom obviously didn't intend to let them go so easily, and his triangular eyes squinted and glanced into his trench coat.

The bald man's smile froze on his face, still maintaining a smile, but he couldn't help but be a little more gloomy, and said: "When I came here a few years ago, that guy Polkin didn't search for guns like this, guns, look at them, show them, and show them for more than this price." ”

Old Tom put the cigarette in his pocket, naturally he understood what the bald man meant, the wastelanders earned all their hard-earned money, walking in the ruins before the war, dealing with foreign beasts, and having to be wary of other wastelanders who coveted the side, the gun was hidden in the cloak and windbreaker, so people didn't understand whether it was a wooden revolver or a small Uzi and a short protrusion, if it was really bright into the sun, it would have to hear the sound and see the blood, this is the rule of the wastelander. The bald man showed the gun to let the life-saving guy come out, human blood can't be done, but a living creature, a rabbit and a chicken have to pass a three-digit number.

Old Tom snorted, waved his hand, and said, "Okay, okay, Polkin's shrunken grandson is still there, and he may be able to meet the upstream dealer to buy it." ”

The bald man smiled lively, and greeted him, and the travelers took their bags and crossed the guard tower into the town, and the bald man watched everyone enter, and stopped at the gate of the town to wait for him, then he grinned and said: "Thank you for taking care of me, next time I will bring you a swan card." ”

"Hurry up, get out of here, remember to take the right path next time, I'll save you the five coin tax this time, think about it next time!" Old Tom watched the six travelers disappear into the town's low alleys before coughing and panting back to the watchtower.

Kerry pouted and couldn't figure it out, he had been partnering with the old man for half a year, and he had never seen the old man so attentive, but the residual power of unloading the gun was still there, and the young guard said carefully: "Why didn't you sleep this time?" ”

Old Tom put down the gun, and before closing his eyes, he snorted: "If it weren't for Lao Tzu going down, you would be dead now!" ”

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