Two glasses of residual wine were in their stomachs, and the stuffiness seemed to be getting stronger, and the few people who drank it all stretched their faces and pried open the caps one by one, and the Budweiser beer with the Mill emblem was poured into their throats until the collar was full of foam.

"Don't believe in evil anymore! Come on, do you again! On both sides of the pier stood two shirtless soldiers who stared at each other, their scarred tendons and flesh were full of claws and gun scars. When a full stout of dark beer was put on the pier, the two of them reached out together, opened their mouths and bit it open, and their necks were just to drink it all, and for a time the sound of "grunting" was accompanied by people's hot shouts, until finally a guy swung his feet and collapsed like mud, and the winner of the wine howled wolf.

"Is there anyone who pays him back?!"

After the great war, there will be heavy rain, and after the bloody battle, there will be a feast. When Simon returned to the fortress with his armored infantry, he not only brought the summer and July rainstorms, but also attracted the night ghouls who crushed the sky. A night of fierce fighting until dawn, the machine cannon hit the red cannon barrel, the alloy sword slashed to the blade, and now the outside of the fortress wall is still full of corpses, and the corpse of the night demon temporarily sprinkled with lime is simply stinking, and when the kerosene is poured enough, a cigarette butt goes down, the flames outside the wall are high, and the inside of the wall is also like fire.

People are forgetful creatures, especially in this day and age, when everyone is precarious. Few people know where the next meal is, and they are extremely indifferent to the people around them as the dust of the summer wasteland and the snow field in the winter to finally melt and hail, and forgetting, deliberate forgetting is the best means to relieve pain.

Dozens of Mill soldiers were killed in one night, which is equivalent to the loss of dozens of familiar voices and smiles, and maintaining morale is a must for commanders, and the traditional Mill Fortress, which had been indulged in after the war, relaxed the ban on alcohol for a night at this time, and brought out a whole case of beer for the soldiers to laugh in batches, forgetting the best people who should not be remembered.

At the pre-war Ranger party, bearded elites like Simon who fought the entire battle drank an astonishing amount of alcohol, and the standard of the duel was not the current canned blade glutade, but the pure potato-distilled Tsar vodka. So in the face of the challenges of the Mill Army, Simon easily coped with it, even if someone really found out the private goods, he couldn't overturn the ruthless people who could pour themselves the Holy Trinity when they were bored. Before midnight,

Simon and the few remaining armored infantry were stunned and drank everyone down, which became ironclad proof of the extraordinary skills of the "lieutenant of the alert battalion".

I went to the medical officer in Anjou and asked for a pair of sobering pills, and the wounded soldiers who had been injected with anti-rejection drugs all recovered and basically returned to their posts. Purple Blood is still there, dormant and firmer than Team AB who died outside the battle. But Simon wasn't going to use the soldiers who were actually in control of his subconscious.

Once some kind of connection with Purple Blood is severed with the death of the battle, it is also a big burden for Simon himself, and all his special features are ninety percent concentrated on Hydra Purple Blood, and after a night with Dr. Anna, Simon thoroughly realizes that Purple Blood's strength does not lie in the mediocre and unreproachful ability to release, but in the vassal control of thousands of troops. After scattering fifty purple-blooded soldiers, Simon suddenly felt sluggish and heavy, and when Team A was annihilated, he was light, in fact, it was much more effective than waiting for regular communication, and it was estimated that he could maintain his normal activities, and Simon controlled no more than half a hundred purple-blooded soldiers, and the dormant purple-blooded blood also lost contact. But compared to the current situation, it is barely enough, as long as the Hydra outside the fortress does not get more official members to make up for the dead, then sooner or later they can be eliminated one by one.

Simon had planned this trip when he was on his way to the ruins of Jika, and no matter how he thought of it, in the eyes of the Hydra, Simon Hayes was the companion personally selected by the Shapeshifters and witnessed and acquiesced by the historians and regents, and naturally branded with the mark of purebloods. From the time he was taken hostage by the Crimson Guards to Mandesville, civil war had broken out. Within half a month, the pure-bloods, who were already at a disadvantage, were either routed and executed or forced to switch, and the rest were nowhere to be found, like Adolfina, and even she herself was not heard from for months. If you don't want to be killed, you can only gather all the pure-blood factions to fight to the death. However, due to the neutrality treaty, all the city-states were indifferent to the civil war in Hydra, and even if they were plotting with the tiger, Simon had to shine as brightly as he could so that others could understand.

You are not here, but so am I.

Using the fortress of Mill to reduce the strength of Hydra in the advantageous terrain of the ruins of Zika, thus signaling the return of the remaining forces, except for a small episode of the Dorian expedition, everything else is barely under control. Even the rival executive is still hesitant to release Hydra

The way of internal broadcasting in exchange for Midalen, if there is a big war, it will be conveyed sooner or later.

When holding the bottle, who would not have thought that fate would be drawn like this.

Marco and Jonathan were still in captivity, and Simon really didn't have a good reason to let the fortress side be less suspicious of letting them go, what the hell is it, they were peers in the disaster of destroying the fortress and killing the major, and letting them go would undoubtedly be a slap in the face. Simon can only do to improve their living environment, don't be a giant spider with your eyes closed.

As for the dozens of Dorian expedition captives, there is nothing to live in after a round of starvation, compared to the Mill army, these captives are definitely far inferior, but all of them are elite veterans selected by the former leader Disaster Blade, and when it comes to ambushing and fighting rat wars, the Mill army must also bow down. The most important thing is to use these people, Simon does not need any extra consideration at all, and controls the Calamity Blade, these captives who are not human inside and outside are only obedient.

After thinking about it and adding to the plan, Simon is now only waiting to receive further news from Hydra, as long as Hydra's headquarters does not become a monolith of the United faction, there will inevitably be waves, and there will naturally be a turnaround.

"Lately I've been looking up to the stars, hoping that the stars will illuminate my future......" Simon hummed softly to the tune he often heard in the German theater of war, and his shirt was roughly buttoned. There were pre-war nuclear power units for energy, all the barracks rooms were connected with air conditioning and heating, filtered three-level pure water was heated 24 hours a day, and there was even spare energy to make ice cream machines with cooling power.

"Sir, Second Lieutenant Lorraine, please." When Simon was drowsy, the soldier knocked on the door and walked in, and when he squinted, he found that it was a team of guards in full uniform, and Simon quietly inserted the revolver. A few minutes later, he saw the pale-faced ensign in the telecommunications room.

"This is the Combine report I received." The second lieutenant handed over a telegram with the emblem of the Black Star of the Five Rings in one hand.

Simon's fingers touched the page, retracted it in an instant, glanced at it casually, and said.

"There are more than two Hydra in this building."