Marietta's resistance ended in the afternoon of the second day after the breach.

THE GUN-GUNMEN JUST FIRED A 152MM GRENADE AT THE CITY HALL, AND THE COUNCIL HALL, WHICH HAD BEEN WASHED BY SHELLS OF VARIOUS CALIBERS, COULD NO LONGER HOLD UP AND COLLAPSED, MARITA SECONDARY SCHOOL FELL, AND THE MARITA PEOPLE LOST THEIR FUTURE, AND THE RESISTANCE WAS NOTHING MORE THAN TO BRING MORE PAIN TO THEM, THEIR DESCENDANTS. A white flag rises in the ruins of the city council chamber, and the people of Marietta know that surrender does not mean security, but there is always a glimmer of hope for survival.

As the conqueror, the Gunfire Knight generously pardoned the "sins" of the Speaker Marietta's rebellion, in exchange for the Speaker's obligation to call on all Mariettas to submit unconditionally to the Crusaders, including the sacrifice of winter reserves, and all that the Crusaders looked up to.

Marietta did not resist as fiercely as Mandsville, and although the number of casualties was much smaller, the Gunfire did not forget his promise to his men and plundered the city for three days. Those crusaders who fought for their lives on the waistband of their heads were not taboo. Fate is never fair, fairness is the tolerance of the victor to the weak, there were such and such constraints before the war, and what was destroyed by nuclear bombs was the rules and regulations of the old world.

This is the age of the naked jungle.

For the soldiers, the Gunfire Knight is a generous commander, and he does not hesitate to reward the meritorious people under his hands, anyway, there are more than 200 girls in Marietta Middle School, and the knights can't play for a while, so every servant, commander, senior non-commissioned officer, and steel soldier have been gifted by the gunfire knight.

Wherever the knight went, his own soldiers were about to follow, and the M1 tank, which had a huge space in the car, faintly heard the sound of pain and moaning, trying to hear it clearly, and the wind howled and the snow howled and tore apart. Snow foam whitened Simon's brows, and whenever the battle was over, he would be alone for a while. Black Flag armoured soldiers camped in the open space in front of the city council hall, and the aroma of broth lingered from hundreds of tents. Rusks dipped in plum sauce are sandwiched with pickled fish sticks that have just been brought from the stockpile.

Simon walked back to his tent with his meal on the folding table, but he didn't bother to touch it, and there was a gray-haired girl sitting like a puppet on the marching bed, and the quartermaster probably thought that everyone liked plaid skirts

She was specially asked to wear a knee-length black and white plaid skirt in the temperature of minus dozens of degrees, which is said to be the summer uniform of Iron and Steel University.

Simon glanced at the bloated lapel fur on the plaid skirt, the scarf showed the primary color of the fiber, it was a wasteland, it was not easy to make dyes, this kind of secondary industry that requires a lot of manpower was naturally compressed to the maximum, and it took all the effort to be able to eat and clothe warm, who would have the heart to pay attention to what color clothes to wear today? Only large city-states would have dyeing mills.

It is normal for a more than 100-pound exoskeleton to have back pain after wearing it for a long time, Simon shook his arm, and there was no chair in the tent, he sat down next to the girl, took a sip of fish soup, and the fishy smell and heavy salty taste made his throat tight.

Simon pushed the food towards the girl, and just wanted to speak, but his voice was very astringent: "You, eat." ”

The plaid skirt girl slowly turned her head to look at Simon, her lips were frozen blue-white, and it wasn't until Simon said it a second time that she moved her almost frozen fingers to pick up the soup bowl, her white neck trembled slightly, and she drank the steaming fish soup one by one.

The girl ate very slowly, Simon watched her finish eating, the boots were covered with mud and water inside and out, and the inside was cold, and it was easy for her feet to get into a trench foot in such a damp environment for a long time, and in serious cases, it was amputation. Simon bent down and untied his quick-to-take shoes, a suffocating sour smell permeated, and somehow Simon smiled self-deprecatingly. Take off your soaked woolen socks and put them on the fire rack to roast them, and when you turn over your military boots, you can also roast them on the fire.

A hot towel was draped over Simon's feet, and the plaid skirt girl crouched down and slowly wiped Simon, and then she began to untie the fur ties herself, even though she was already freezing. She is not big, but she understands the cost of refusing to cooperate, Marietta is not a good person, there is still a slave market, and if she can study in Marietta Middle School, this girl must have a good family, and naturally she has seen the results of slave non-cooperation.

"Nope." Simon said with a squirming lip, and the girl took off her fur with a blank face, revealing her pale underwear.

"Nope." Simon continued, and the girl straddled up, and she finally spoke: "I'll wear a dress, what do you want me to do,

I'll do whatever I do. ”

"Nope." Simon stood up, standing in the cold mud with his freshly wiped feet, Simon took the fur and draped it over the girl's half-naked shoulders, unless she was a great nobleman who had really grown up according to pre-war standards in the black walls of the steel city, there was no daughter of any family who was not diligent in all fours, and her complexion was only a little whiter and tender than that of a working woman, far from being smooth and soft.

"I ......" Simon looked at the girl who suddenly became frightened, and said indifferently: "You get dressed, I'm not interested now, you stay here, get out of this tent, you will be taken away by others." ”

Simon put on a new pair of military boots, wrapped seven or eight layers inside and out before stepping out of the tent, the lights were still bright in the middle of the night, if you look down from the sky, you can see that after the city was broken, Marietta was even brighter.

Simon glanced at the silent M1 tank, the Black Flag armored battalion was around, and Simon quickly found Ramirez's tent.

"Boss?" Ramirez was obviously a little surprised by Simon's sudden arrival, he was now a servant soldier, but he was not entitled to a tent to himself, and he squeezed the other four with him.

Simon took the cigarette handed by Ramirez, the lighter was lit for a long time and he couldn't light it, so he simply found a bonfire to light it, spit out the smoke ring, Simon looked around the camp and said, "You're still in charge of the M60, right?" ”

"Yes, Tank No. 27, usually brush the breech and the like, Captain Lindemann looks at your face and takes good care of us." Ramirez replied that the technical soldiers in the servant soldiers were one of the most comfortable troops of the Crusaders, and they didn't need to go to the station, just use their strength to carry the shells.

"Lindemann is Hydra, the Thousand Faces of the Nine Heads of Hydra." Simon said, and Ramirez took a sharp drag on his cigarette. "He should have left the Crusaders by now, I don't know exactly what he did, you'd better find a way to control tank No. 27, I guess it won't be long before that."

"Does that mean we're going back?" Ramirez drained the cigarette butt in one gulp, threw it into the mud, stepped on it, and raised an eyebrow.

"I hope so, I've always trusted my instincts."

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