It's been the third day since Noo's disappearance, and the guards have thoroughly cleaned up the remaining black in the Gray River Station and Dawan Station, and they have smoked the ceiling, sewage drains, ventilation pipes, sealing valves, and all the places that may be hiding the black with hot smoke, just to force out all the black that they don't like to dry, and they have also sent people to guard both sides of the tunnel to prevent others from entering and leaving.

"This is the last black," the mercenary leader frantically dragged a long-dead stinking little black in, "We dug through the dung pit and couldn't find a second one, little man, don't try to shirk it today." ”

And sweet wine, for a few days, this fat winemaker has obviously become a fan of black, in the summer they are often seen drinking together and boasting, and now it is a good time to beg for a salary, and he will naturally not be willing to be left behind.

"Throw this stinky fellow," Summer, waving his hand, "your payment has been brought in by Bolivar, right at the whistle." ”

The mercenary leader was overjoyed, and he didn't care about the black dung, so he turned around and kicked open the door and went straight out.

Summer rubbed his eyes tiredly, and there were countless documents in front of his desk, recording the number of dead and wounded in various units, the only remaining supplies, and so on. These men had been fighting for three days, they had lost many of their comrades and had borne a lot of wounds, and with the black quilt in the last dormant tunnel ended, it was time to rest, and the battle was over.

He gathered all the leaders and solemnly declared, "Friends, we have won the battle. Many people smiled knowingly, Sifu took off his glasses and wiped them again, the bureaucrats at the Feishui station comforted each other, and the black who received his salary was ready to move, and he solemnly declared, "I plan to go to the attic of the Yuting Kindergarten to find five maids, only thirteen or fourteen years old, and then fight until dawn," the already tattered blue shirt on his body had already been dyed black, and the shotgun had been replaced by a rifle, and he had behaved very bravely, almost madly, and his wounds had been added a lot, It seems that he feels ashamed to lose to the number five easily, so he finds some black to vent his anger.

"Clean up," Summer ignored his declaration about the five loli, "we should go back to greet the glory, we should also send back the corpses, and comfort the families of the deceased, the Feishui Station needs to elect a temporary stationmaster, and there are many things to follow, I hope you can do your part well in the coming days." ”

Sweet wine patted his round belly, "Mr. Summer, I heard that you still plan to cooperate with us?" ”

Summer nodded gently, "The Grey River Station and the Grand Bay Station are about to be rebuilt, and the initial chaos is inevitable, but I need to keep it to a minimum, and given that we don't have enough manpower, I want to hire some of you," he said, "the most reliable part." ”

"A wise move," Sweet Wine echoed him with a smile, "and you'll soon find out that the brothers of the Brotherhood of Steel are reliable, disciplined, and faithful to their duties. "Still drunk, and their leader is full of lies, Summer waved his hand to stop his nonsense, "We'll be back in two hours, and the relatives of the Feishui Station are waiting for our guards to announce their victory. With that, he stood up, "The meeting was dismissed." ”

They packed everything up two hours later,

The soldiers were in high spirits and spirits, and of course, without the Rangers and the Children of Flame, the team didn't look so elite anymore, but it was shocking enough. They poured into the station like a gray torrent, carrying honor, wounds, and corpses. Those who survive will boast about how heroically they killed Hei and how they were blessed by Mother Tunnel, and those who did not survive can only show their loved ones the smile of the dead, peaceful and sweet, as if they had a sweet dream and did not wake up.

This is just a false smile put on by the nuns, and they must die a very painful and unwilling death.

When they stepped on the whistle gate of the Feishui station, they saw a dense crowd of people crowded in the open space near the whistle gate, they cheered, they made noise, and some people asked, "Are we victorious?" Mr. Summer? Then more people began to ask, even though they had already known the answer from the mouths of the correspondents who came and went, but for now, it needed someone who could make a decision to declare victory.

For this reason, Summer stepped forward, "The war didn't go well at first," he shouted to the crowd through a loudspeaker, "The blacks are crazy, they are cruel, cunning, and even set traps, this is a horde of terrible creatures, the rangers of the Wings of Liberty and the good men and women of the Mother of Fire are trapped on the other side of the tunnel, even the stationmaster of the wild men is deep in it, but I believe that they will escape from there, and we" Summer paused, "Our soldiers have cleared all the black on the neutral trade line, Gray River Station and Dawan Station have been recovered, and communication with the Aquarium Station has been restored, everyone, cheers. ”

The crowd erupted into even louder shouts, some shouted Long live the Fat Water Station, some shouted Long live the Guards, some shouted Long Live the Rangers, and more people simply screamed and shouted, wanting to vent the joy they had suppressed in their hearts for a long time, and for a while, the entire whistle was filled with deafening human voices, which could not be dispersed for a long time.

Those who died seemed to be nothing compared to this great victory. That's a good thing, and it's frustrating if the voices of the nomen and the rangers drown out the cries of victory.

He walked back to his abode to the admiring shouts of admiration, the noise of the whole station gave him a headache, and the hot air currents made him sleepy, and he returned to the large private box arranged by the Bolivar, escorted by the guards. The tiredness of the past three days made him feel as if his whole body was falling apart, so as soon as he got back, he threw himself on the bed, his eyes tightly closed.

He didn't dream anything, just slept soundly and unconsciously, and when he opened his eyes, he heard again the noise outside that was still echoing like a loudspeaker in the narrow tunnel, and their cheers were not over?

When he reached the high platform by the window, he found that the celebration of these people had indeed just begun, and the bonfire that had been used for celebration once again stretched out its fangs and claws, and countless shadows danced around it, all so similar to the first day, but there were many shadows of grief in it. The flames of the Children of Flame were weak and thin, and the people no longer believed in the power of the Mother of Flames, but there were still the pious who knelt on their knees to pray for blessings, and the Ranger camp was empty, with only a few ghostly soldiers patrolling. The group of mercenaries and the soldiers of the guard were no different at this moment, they drank together, barbecued the delicious suckling pig together, sang a song that they had never heard in the summer, and told about their glorious battles

They also twist their bodies and dance ancient dances with other men and women

Wei Ning stood on the edge of the platform, staring at the heartwarming scene as she watched as people pointed at her below. Because everyone knows the terrible legend about the masked girl, in the fight with Black, she is beyond the reach of the dust with her swift figure and unattainable precision marksmanship, she becomes a hero, a mysterious and deadly young girl, of course, no one can overshadow the limelight of Five, in the gossip around the campfire, Five became an invulnerable monster enough to go to heaven and earth, some say that he killed the monster with one shot, some say that he used some kind of terrible weapon, It is also believed that he tore the throat of the Black King alive, and always, his stories began to circulate among men and women, as did his danger.

As he reached the seat reserved for him on the high platform, many people began to call his name, young maidens, hot-blooded youths, old men in the twilight, drunken soldiers, simple peasant women, stinking swineherds and blacksmiths with bulging muscles, richly dressed merchants and noblewomen wrapped in silk, and mercenaries, and then more and more, as if ten thousand were shouting at him at the same time, and they shouted long live the dawn, and repeated his name over and over again, and drank another glass of wine.

"They are calling your name," Boliva complimented him ambiguously as he sat on the high platform, "and they know that you saved them." His words aroused the echo of other bureaucrats, who were like bees who had lost their hives after losing Wild Man, and they began to look for another hive, and it seemed that Wild Man was wrong.

They are calling out the name of power, not mine. "I'm not stupid enough to be that point," Summer laughed at herself, "I never killed a black one from start to finish, but I was murdered twice." "Even so, everyone gave me the credit.

"I heard about those two terrible assassinations a long time ago, and to be honest, the disappearance of Stationmaster Noo made me almost heartbroken, and I swore that I would not eat again until I found him, but I couldn't help but congratulate you when I saw that you were safe and sound," he said as he tore off the smoked chicken in his hand and sucked the greasy inside, "I'm trying my best to investigate and find out who wants to kill you." ”

"I hope so," Summer looked at his constantly squirming jaw and the terrifying saliva of crunching and chewing chicken, and lost his appetite for a while, it was difficult to extract interest from eating with this guy, he always liked to say nausea and do nausea things.

After a few bites, he left the venue to the cheers of the crowd and hid in a remote corner. Here, no one could tell his face, let alone recognize his identity, so he was happy to be quiet. On the high platform, it is not very pleasant for him to accept the cheers of the crowd, so that his every move will be magnified in the eyes of everyone, and watching others cheer in the shadows is another mentality, and this wonderful mentality makes him feel comfortable. Here, he could see other truths that he couldn't see because of the firelight, like the green-eyed girl who stared lonely at the field. Full Book - Free Full Book Reading Network