The night wind blew and caused the bonfire to sway, Simon put his hand closer, the warmth warmed the air and warmed his body, but Simon's heart was still cold, he said: "Ah, in this way, you know, I don't know many people in Hydra, this kind of confidential matter, naturally no one will send me a letter." ”

"You killed the gunmen this time, Brigadier General Ledoux personally inspected the scene when you drove the M60-12S0S to chase the gunshots, one against three, you actually succeeded, and now even the armored corps wants to absorb you to teach you the art of war before the war." Bernhard lifted the bottle and touched it with a "jingle bell", and the small half bottle fell to his stomach.

The wine dripping with stained the beards of two weather-hardened men, it was winter and war, and the inch-long beard was a symbol of men and a means to avoid the cold, and Simon's hazel beard looked more and more jet black.

"Hayes! Listen to me! You're a celebrity now, and the whole Iron Army knows you're the one who slaughtered the Gunfire Knights! You also received Hydra's letter, you can wait for the soul inference ceremony as soon as you get back, the Bison team that destroyed the Clarksburg material yard will win the first prize, and then compete with you? Far from it. ”

Simon smiled and delayed the topic, he took the bottle himself, smashed the neck, the potato pure whiskey drank the same as the Blade Valley throat whiskey, he was in the Iron Army, no one would force him to do anything, but Simon knew very well that the army was by no means a good place, the news of the Fort Kent Vault was dug up, not only the ruling family of the Thirteen Councils wanted to get a piece of the pie, but even the Iron Army wanted to serve together, and the more Bernhard warmed him, the more Solomon was slow to act in Montenegro.

The wine was hot, and Bernhard toasted intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was going to get drunk with Simon before he would stop, but after being in the army for so long, Simon naturally had a way to make himself keep his mouth tight, or when to let it go. His mind soon flew to the Fort Kent Shelter, where he woke up and struggled to survive alone for three months, fighting alien melee in front of the lifting platform, hunting spiders and giant rats. When Simon walks to the surface wasteland, he discovers that the Vault creatures he encounters are very different from the wasteland creatures, like the difference between free-range and domesticated, but wolves are wolves, and it is impossible to raise them for a long time.

"Damn, it's going to be 11 o'clock, and the discipline officer is definitely going to come to trouble me." Bernhard went on for hours after a few hours of small talk, and Simon looked at his watch, and had been lying about eating and drinking for long enough, so he got up and left, and Bernhard insisted on sending Simon back to his camp.

"I wish you good health!" The Ranger Captain waved his hand, and Simon turned around and raised the bottle as a salute.

"You too! Health and longevity are the first priority! ”

The heating was turned on in the carriage, and it was heaven to get in, but Jonathan, the Big Mac, was so forced that people had to use their hands as pillows and legs, and Simon squeezed in, and lay down.

"I'll bring you a drink." Simon saw Marco pretending to be asleep, and simply woke up with a slap. Marco smelled Simon's full of wine, gave a heartfelt thumbs up, took a sip of wine, burped pleasantly, and whispered: "It's still your life is good, boss, there are girls everywhere you go, and there are captains in the Iron Army to invite you to dinner." ”

Simon snorted, snatched the bottle, took a sip, and returned it, Joe

Nathan's earth-shattering snoring completely drowned out the already small chatter.

"You've known me for a long time, how many of the girls who threw me in their arms have all beards and tails? Whoever saves his life owes it. Simon's elbow touched Marko, and the steel-blue pupils shone on the bald mercenary's face. Hey, last time in K82, it's Joe's village, what about the silver-haired girl we caught back then? It's the one you asked me to pick first. ”

"Think about it......" Marco was obviously a little confused, scratched his head and thought for a long time before recalling, patted his thigh and said: "That, I think the hair color is rarer, in summer, it's either yellow sand or the black smoke of the steel city, I took it to the backstreet to play for a few days, but one day I woke up and didn't know where to go, maybe I ran away, maybe I was carried away, anyway, I haven't seen it, what's wrong, boss, do you regret it?" ”

Met with Marco's lewd gaze, he fervently hoped that Simon would say "emmm".

"Regret a ball, it's not like you haven't seen Lao Tzu's woman, oh yes, you haven't seen it, you are just so ambitious, I have good ones and bad ones, I suddenly remembered." Simon shook his hand and tapped Marco.

The bald mercenary's handful of yellow hair drooped heavily, Marco moved the blanket, shook his head and said: "Boss, you say so, I also think of my mother-in-law, when I was young, I always thought that I earned thirty yuan a day in the factory was too little, hey, boss, you said, earn thirty yuan a day, a lot, besides, I work two jobs, and when I work shifts, I can transport goods and sell hard work and so on, adding up to more than forty a day, it's no problem to eat and dress warmly, at that time, the steel city was not as dark as it is now, and the jerky was delicious and cheap, In winter, I will be issued with a set of clothes, and it is easy to find a job. ”

Simon rested his hands on his knees, and the camp did not know which idiot blew the bagpipes, hoarse like an old crow, and echoed for a few minutes to wake up many people.

"Who! Do you have a for you at night! ”

"What the hell am I going to you! Lao Tzu finally fell asleep! ”

"Gendarmerie! The gendarmes are coming! Grab that idiot and beat him to death! ”

Marco listened intently to the howls of the bagpipers being beaten violently, and the sticks were in the flesh, and it seemed that the gendarmes who had been awakened were also in a bad mood. He continued: "But women, it is impossible to ask for such a low, especially my mother-in-law is quite beautiful, with black hair, and the comb falls off when she puts it down. Marco gestured with his hand.

"The most important thing is that the buttocks and the grinding plate-like fat, I took a lot of effort to get this at the beginning, and it was quite right, and I gave birth to three sons in one go......"

"And then?"

"Later, ah, ......," Marco sighed, picking between his teeth, his big teeth yellowed by the e-liquid. Later, when the radiation storm was blown, the boss was scraped into the lake, who dared to enter the lake demon farm to save people, the second child was lost, the third, well, I got sick, the money was spent to buy medicine, fifty yuan a day could not afford to buy medicine, so I went to be a soldier, what work to do, still did not keep the third, when the third died, my mother-in-law jumped into the lake with her, I have been a soldier, my sister had too many children, I helped her raise Fastley, hey, at this time Xiao Fan (Fan) died in Mandsville, My sister gave birth again last year, and I guess she's going to call me for help again. ”

The bagpipes are gone, and the wind is whistling no more than the bagpipes

Weak, Simon felt out the lighter, a beam of fire lit up the carriage, he rummaged through the scattered beer cans, trying to find a still material, the weather was too cold, it was really difficult not to drink, the Iron Army was allowed to drink beer, but only two cans were rationed every day, vodka, whiskey and other distilled spirits cost food, half a bottle a week, and they were not allowed to drink during the day, all kinds of rules and regulations were very strict, for fear that the soldiers would sleep too dead and be stolen from the camp. If you are not afraid of the enemy stealing, you are afraid of the demon eagle coming.

Simon didn't find it, after all, there were six people in the car, including the driver and co-pilot, and the maintenance technician and gendarmes had to be entertained when they came. "How many of your sisters have had children?" Simon asked.

"Ah, that's an interesting question." Marco put the blanket on Ramirez's lap, and he was too crowded with Simon. "My sister gives birth every year, and I remember that she gave birth twice a year, am I mistaken? Forget it, anyway, I can see my new nephew every year, the girls get married very early, who can afford to eat idle food, my brother-in-law is a coward, but I'm here, he doesn't dare to treat my sister badly, and he lives past the age of ten ......"

Marco snapped his fingers and said, "Three, four, five, six of them have lived past the age of ten, Xiao Fan is the second son, my eldest nephew has gone to the security team, how many nieces?" Are there any nieces? I went to my sister's house to only see my nephew, forget it, Xiao Fan grew up behind my ass since he was a child, I taught him to use a gun, a knife, for God's sake, oh, Xiao Fan is really a master who can fight, the whole street belongs to him the most capable of fighting, when he was ten years old, I gave him a steel forged recurve knife, and told him, you are already a man, from tomorrow, I will not give you another dime, your food will depend on this knife. ”

At the mention of Fastley's recurve knife, Simon was slightly gloomy, so he took out the tungsten steel dagger in the boot, followed him from the Fort Kent Vault to the present, he found the holster, handed it to Marko, and said: "Little Fan's knife, I fell on the tank, since you want to raise another one, this knife should be my gift, go to your future son, or daughter." ”

Just when Marco was about to take it, Simon paused, he held the handle of the knife, the holster showed a hint of hoarseness, Simon said: "Fastley's pension, I will give half to your sister, half to your new son to raise, but, that money, you send him to study, this knife, or give it to him, teach him how to use it, how to defend himself, but don't kill people for the sake of killing, this world is fucked up enough, don't pass on too much hatred and anger to the next generation, you didn't live before the war, and I was a pre-war person, I'm a bastard who will go to hell when I die, but at least, I'm willing to let my children go to heaven. ”

Marco took the knife, put it in his backpack, bowed his head silently, and muttered: "If my sons were still alive and as old as Xiao Fan, I used to work so hard to earn money, wouldn't it be like I wanted to send the third child to the academy, watching him marry a college white swan and become a guild apprentice and master." ”

"Boss." Marco looked at Simon, and the camp seemed to have a faint echo of the accordion, soft and gentle, like the moon.

"Huh?"

"When you die, you will definitely go to heaven, you are a good person."

Simon laughed a few times, listening intently to the music, remembering when he was a teenager sitting on the eaves and playing the saxophone, which provoked the dogs of the whole town to bark blindly.

"Our paradise has been bombed by nuclear bombs, and it is up to the children to rebuild it."

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