"Everything is fine while you're on duty." Simon reported that as a Knight, the most important duty of the Iron Soldier is to stand guard at all times, and they will appear wherever the knight is, even if it is midnight, they must take turns to ensure that there are always four Iron Soldiers to escort them.

Captain Essens glanced at Simon, who had only been in the robe for two weeks, and calmly straightened his collar and tucked the military uniform button in the exoskeleton armor. With a "hmm", he took over Simon's position, buckled his visual breathing mask, and held a rapid-fire cannon in his hand in front of the palace gate of the Gunner, the luxurious suite of the Speaker of Mandsville.

"It's so cold, go have a drink, I'm in for a treat." Simon proposed, and Rolf, who had been laid off with him, nodded solemnly, his face full of black wrinkles If Simon didn't know that he was only in his early thirties, he would have thought that he was about to die. Both of them are elite crusaders who have only recently been selected into the Iron Brothers, of course, Simon's crusaders have to put a quotation mark, after all, he has exchanged the head of the speaker for military merits, and has been particularly favored by the knights, while Rolf is really one step at a time, according to the promotion mechanism of one head of the crusader to one level, he has at least cut off hundreds of heads and handed them over to his subordinates to have this opportunity.

Although he joined recently, Simon is undoubtedly the one with the least seniority, and there is always nothing wrong with having a good relationship with his colleagues, especially at this moment, when the tightrope trembles, lest one day the gun knight have a flash of inspiration, and he remembers that there is a guard where he sleeps is actually the scum of the steel city, and no one will be able to save him at that time. Simon sat on the side of the Fire Knight during this time, and saw a lot of the Crusader War Knight's daily hobbies, and he also had a deep understanding of where the Fire Knight's infamous nickname "Cracked Jaw" came from. The knight himself would go down and use an extra-large wrench used to repair tanks, knock out the prisoners' teeth one by one, and then sharpen them into bullet shapes and insert them into his own mouths. And then the real nightmare of the prisoners of war has just begun, and let's not forget that knightly titles such as the Chopper, the Firefox, and the Campfire Dancer are very figurative.

Rolf glanced at Simon and nodded slightly, after all, the Iron Soldier is only

There is a layer of outdated exoskeletons that can't be replaced with spare parts all year round, the human body is not iron, the hundred-pound things have been worn for a long time, and the cold wind blows through the hall and has to move at all, and Simon can't feel the presence of his legs at all when he changes the guard. Fortunately, out of the city hall fortress building, there are windproof tents set up everywhere in the square, and you can find wine if you go into it.

However, as a gunfire knight, it is naturally impossible to drill a shack with an ordinary big-headed soldier, and the soldier is the walking face of the knight. The two took off their exoskeleton armor in the armory, put a layer of down jacket on their military uniforms, and did not hesitate to walk on the road and eat a gun, and now the citizens of Mandsville who can walk on the streets are all Crusaders, and the citizens of Mandsville, who have become prisoners of war and slaves, must be strung together with a long rope, a long line, silently enduring the wanton actions of the conquerors who were occupied by the doves in their homeland.

What was once a neutral city-state of hope and freedom is now full of rubble and imprisonment.

If it was a change of guard during the day, Simon would definitely go to the second floor on a sunny day to drink a cup of hot tequila. Whether it's the Great Northern Lakes, the East Coast Empire, the Southern Alliance, or the Free Zone of Montenegro, any walled neutral trading city-state will have an extremely large amount of liquor. Not only because of the rigid demand of local citizens and business travelers, but also because alcohol can be stored in harsh environments across time, and months of rain and snow can make it extremely difficult to find all dry and combustible materials, and no one will waste precious gasoline on ignition. The complex and harsh climate of the post-war wasteland forced the plants to change in the direction of more succulent and less leafy, perhaps because of the acid-alkaline land, the juice squeezed out is quite sour, which is quite suitable for making bad wine, but the history of man is a history of wine, and no matter how difficult the times are, it cannot resist people's desire for a drunken party.

Whimpering and the cold wind carried the snow particles into their necks, and the two of them invariably dismissed any plans to go far, although where was the Crusader's Officers' Club, the strongest and purest wine, the most beautiful Mandsville beauty to say goodbye at dawn. "Where." Rolf tightened his velvet collar and pointed to the brightest light in the distance at night.

Simon had been in Mandesville for almost three months, and Mandsville had been like that

A few streets. "Okay, the snow python is the snow python, it's best to leave some snake meat soup at this time." As they spoke, the two stepped over the city square covered with fresh snow, covering the ice that had frozen with bloodstained shells underneath.

Twenty days earlier, Simon had presented Speaker Hudson's head to the Gunning Knights, but that didn't mean the battle in the Underground Vault was over, and to this day, the SDF fighters who had been cornered into the depths were still resisting stubbornly, even though they had severed ties with each other, and the Crusaders paid no less for each stronghold they had taken than they had been when the Speaker had been alive. The corpses were piled up behind the gates of the walkway, and there was at least a visible benefit, the Crusaders no longer had to fight over the collapsed houses, and everyone had enough supplies and fuel to survive the winter.

The Gunmen have always refused to devote their crushing force to clear the Vault, and at the same time destroy the resistance, why not consume the surplus ragtag army? Hundreds or thousands of lives were lost in large numbers by a single order. After thinking about this fact, Simon thought that he would be a little touched, but he felt like he had read a casualty report, and there was no way for people to be emotional about numbers, especially Simon was not qualified to read them.

The Man with a Thousand Faces has been a member of the Black Flag Armor since introducing Simon to the Gun-Knight that day, and if he is really here, it is impossible to say that Rolf is the One with a Thousand Faces. The Thousand Faces are not harsh, and it is better to put Ramirez, Marco, and Jonathan into the Black Flag Armored Corps than to be cannon fodder under a certain subordinate for some reason.

Simon glanced up at the tavern sign, which was completely covered by ice and snow, and opened the heavy curtain, a long-lost warm breeze hit his face, and the later it was, the heavier the drunkards' minds became. However, the crusaders who can gather to drink in a tavern with underfloor heating are at worst senior non-commissioned officers, and there are far fewer debauchers. It's more that when the army affairs are lax while they are resting for the winter, they just run to a comfortable place to find a maid to warm the bed.

"Two bottles of vodka, one for whatever is hot." Simon walked to the bar and shouted as he knocked on the logs dappled with wine, and his words and deeds were pure crusaders who had done countless dirty things.

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