Like the starfish shells and sand that are exposed on the beach when the tide goes out, these are all the sights that children love. Half of the blonde covered with patterned sheets has raced over Long Beach at the turn of summer and autumn, and too many tourists have the intention to leave footprints on Long Beach, as if they could own the Empire State Building overlooking all living beings, so more people will forget that no one is obligated to deal with the reef inside.

The sound of breathing trickled into her ears, and Astrid knew through the curtains that it was probably dawn, and the moment she woke up, she had lost her sleep, probably because of the coolness brought by the sheets pulled to the side of the bed, but it did not affect her ankles on her ankles, revealing her smooth body.

There was already a pile of embers left in the fireplace, which had been extinguished in the middle of the night, and two quietly faded dots disappeared in her mind in the empty vision, and when she opened her eyes from the dream, the irrepressible sadness gripped her throat, and she could not even let reason prevail.

Look, Mom, I have outlived any member of the Joseph family.

"What are we going to do?"

"Sister!"

Keith finally lost the maturity of a premature little adult when he fell on his mother, and looked at his sister on horseback in a panic, the girl who could only sob.

"Linda." Her mother's voice was blown away by the autumn wind, and the remnants were blurred into Astrid's ears. She jumped off the saddle and led the zebra with his head down and plowing the grass, "Go find your father." ”

"I'll go, I'll ride faster." The cowboy hat that Keith had snatched was tossed aside, and the Alpine white was stained with crimson, and the wind ripped at Keith's hemp-brown forehead, trying to tie them both together. Indeed, the younger brother's equestrianism does not at all resemble that of an eight-year-old boy, who is always the pride of the family.

Her mother's bloodstained lips turned pale, but a sharp arrow shot out of her drooping eyelids, aimed at Astrid, who was at a loss. Under the blue sky behind the shoulders of his beloved youngest son, the shadow cast by Changning's plaid shirt covered them both.

What does that feel like? Astrid still can't tell.

The mother raised her head with all her might, stared at her, and said word by word: "The good things she has done, she will make up for it." ”

Astrid stepped on the stirrups, turned the reins, and whipped her whip with a "yah" as she galloped.

"Let your sister go, Keith ......"

The reason why trade winds are trade winds is that they never change due to mountains, plains, and hills.

"Why didn't you ride ...... just now?"

So I lost my right to judge my mother for a long time, didn't I? Astrid thought.

Sunlight seeped in, reaching the other half of the bed, waking up another humanoid.

"Oh dear, good morning." The other fiancé said with tiredness, as if he hadn't recognized it day and night. "Jesus, my head hurts."

It's been a tough night, Astrid thought. But she didn't have time to shush the cold, she jumped out of bed, put on her pants, fastened the eagle emblem belt, and said coldly: "You can think about how many times you me last night, it's a physical question and a philosophical question at the same time, Rogers, I hope to get a few correct answers." ”

Before closing the door, she glanced back at the man who was dying with envy from Poseidon's command, and sneered: "Good morning, boy." ”

Astrid put a star on her epaulette, and naturally equipped the car and the driver, of course, she was not interested in the latter at all, but she would not waste this manpower and kick the unlucky guy back into the reserve. The cool breeze from Uasjeep's walk down the hill road in Fort Benning blows his short ear-length hair, and the stiff blue reflects behind his drooping sunglasses.

The Fort Benning base, like all pre-war military nuclear defense bases, has an extremely solid underground floor, equipped with a circular ecosystem that supports up to 20,000 people, assembly lines for the production of various types of bullets, small-caliber artillery shells, light weapons, and some heavy equipment such as armored vehicles and tracked personnel carriers will be assembled here. Although the power used here is generated by fusion reactors, many small power plants have been built, and charcoal and various gases are produced from the endless southern forests as fuel. The most important thing is the forward material reserve of the entire Half Moon Bay base.

Poseidon has a highly complete self-running system, and it is not a problem to supply all personnel in a closed manner, but the nuclear winter is beginning to weaken, the surface life is recovering quickly, and the wasteland natives are extremely active, and it is naturally unwise to completely isolate themselves from the mainland.

And what Astrid is going to is the military market.

The area around Fort Benning is clean, and at least you can drive north alone to get there when the ghoul season breaks out. The outermost outpost scrutinized Astrid's papers.

"Sir, do you need to take a group of guards with you?" The watchtower guard suggested. The outpost was well camouflaged, draped in semi-optical camouflage adjusted to the jungle, and all those on duty were exoskeleton soldiers.

"Do I need it?" The cold light of the eyes behind the sunglasses made the guard take a step back.

"Sir, please sign here, get vaccinated and you can pass."

Driving an open-top jeep alone is somewhat similar to riding a horse, Astrid has one hand in the passenger seat, and the mud of the dirt road washed by the rain is often run over by the wheels and splashes, if it weren't for the three-dimensional topographic map imported into the smart sunglasses, which is a good guide to where to go, otherwise no matter how many jeeps fall in the jungle, they will not find the right way to Fort Benning, and there will never be a bird in the sky.

After nearly three hours of jolting, the silhouette of the next border checkpoint jumped out of the gradually low jungle, a very large, grayish complex of buildings, and before the jeep could get closer, Astrid knew more than one red dot on her chest.

"Lieutenant Colonel, you look late." A slightly playful voice came from the headphones, and Astrid laughed disdainfully, and she opened the jeep locker and mocked, "I brought you a fairy stick." ”

"What's that? It's not just pulled out from under you, and I definitely don't use it. ”

"Really? Probably going to be shoved out of your ass and into your mouth tonight. Astrid shook the thick black stick in her hand.

Astrid jumped out of the car, the impatience in her slender figure aroused the impatience in her slender figure with her three-colored green summer uniform and the crooked hat, and she looked at a silly adolescent with silver-brimmed forehead that was quite "jumping" nearby.

"Welcome...... Major Conway was only halfway out of his words, his face turned purple in an instant, he covered his stomach and bowed down, and only after a while did he raise his head and stare at Astrid who was holding his arms, the whispers of the guards exposed to him were quite embarrassed, and then he looked at what it was and poked him to death.

"Until your little brother has this thing longer and thicker, don't expect me to drink some papaya milk or something like that." Astrid pointed to the vertical grip in Major Conway's arms. The popularity of this thing was obviously higher in the women's barracks, and it became an enduring meat joke, of course, a pre-war joke.

Astrid took off her sunglasses and hung them in front of her chest pocket, and the noise outside the wall rushed to her ears, and she kicked Conway in disgust, saying, "Now stand up for me, cowboy, it's time to drive the horses." ”

Conway followed behind as if he were a little follower, with a swaggering blonde female officer in front and a characteristic silver-haired "flower thief" in the back, which would be firmly remembered by anyone who saw it, which was exactly what Astrid and a group of people wanted.

The two swaggered into the "control and management center", a rather large building, a gray rectangle throughout, and a rectangle of year-on-year size extended at the four corners, like an air defense tower, and in fact, two twin-mounted electric high-level dual-purpose 105mm guns were also installed, overlooking the military market.

"Oh my God, you've done a good job of hiding, and along the way, I haven't seen 'Benning Castle' anywhere." Poseidon's words. Astrid walked through the heavily guarded first floor, full of young-faced junior students doing the most basic work such as picking goods and managing files. On the third floor, there were personnel in Poseidon uniforms, all of whom had no time to take care of the two of them.

"Not only is this the largest outpost connected to the Southern Wasteland, but it's also a foreign intelligence management scout, the Arms Market is just what we call it, and in the mouths of the natives, this is one of the heavenly fortresses."

"Sounds like something else?"

Conway pursed his lips, dodged the two military policemen escorting the prisoners, and said, "Yes, the natives think that this is the recorded paradise, and then they call the most suitable settlements the most suitable places together as the Paradise Fortress. ”

"I can't wait, I want to see what 'Paradise' looks like."

"Alright, we're here." Major Conway opened the door, bent down and said, "Ladies first." ”

Astrid stepped into this room, and suddenly felt more than a dozen pairs of eyes staring at her, she calmly pulled out the head of the long table, sat sideways on the edge of the table, and said, "Well, I guess we don't need to introduce each other, most of us have known each other for sixty or seventy years." ”

Everyone chuckled, indeed, none of the people who could stand here were below the school level.

"We're not here for a class reunion, we're not here to have a mutual aid club, we're here to do a damn practice." Astrid speaks more elegantly than men, and to deal with men is to make herself more savage than men.

"We're not here for a class reunion, we're not here to have a mutual aid club, we're here to do a damn practice." Astrid speaks more elegantly than men, and to deal with men is to make herself more savage than men.