() Walking into the narrow wooden house, there was a pale woman lying on the bed. Seeing the iron slag coming in, the woman struggled to prop up her body and wanted to sit up. But she seemed to be weak, and her whole body trembled when she exerted force. The girl hurriedly stepped forward to help her mother and let her sit on the head of the bed.

"I'm sorry, it's too much." The woman smiled lightly at the iron slag. Her face was very bad, and the movements she had just made seemed to have exhausted her body, and fine cold sweat oozed from her forehead.

"It's okay......" Facing the woman, the iron slag looked a little cramped. After all, they were strangers, and the atmosphere was a little weird. He just came up with a name for the girl and sent her home, and that's it.

"Thank you." The woman looked at the iron slag as if there was something on his face.

"If it's okay, I'll go back first." Finished, Iron Slag turned and walked out the door. It's very, the bed is just a two-step walk from the bed to the door.

After the iron slag went out, the woman pursed her lips and smiled, and said to the girl, "You look very handsome, girl, you can really find it." ”

The girl's face turned red instantly, she pushed the woman, and said coquettishly, "Mom......"

At this time, the woman's face suddenly froze, and she lowered her voice and said, "Tie Ling, you already have a name." But according to our Icelandic tradition, you have to be at least eighteen years old to ......."

"Mom, I know......" The girl hurriedly interrupted her mother to prevent her from continuing.

"Okay, mom can't." The woman touched the girl's head, her eyes full of pity.

At this time, outside the wooden house, Feng Yun walked to the side of the old-fashioned house with iron slag, found a sheltered place to sit down, and then slowly told him about Icelandic traditions......

After more than ten minutes, Iron Slag listened to the story and asked, "Is it so complicated to come up with a name?" ”

"Yes." Feng Yun looked firmly.

Iron Slag scratched his hair depressedly, "Her mother seems to be sick, you go in to see the situation, and then give them some money, that's all I can do." ”

"Okay......" Feng Yun sighed, left the shelter and came to the front of the house, knocked on the door and walked in.

After a while, Feng Yun returned to the shelter, shook his head, and told the iron slag. The girl's mother's illness is a common disease of Icelandic warblers, contaminated with a certain virus, which weakens the body and causes the skin to fester. If you want to be treated, you have to go to a hospital in a big city, and it is expensive.

"How much does it cost?" Iron Slag asked.

"This ......" Feng Yun hesitated for a moment, "at least 100 gold." ”

Iron Slag glanced at Feng Yun and grinned. Seeing this, Feng Yun's face was immediately full of sadness, and he held his forehead, "Our money is just enough to pay the pension, more than 30 lives, 0 gold per person, more than 600 gold, as well as fuel costs, sailors' wages, and the preparation of snowmobiles and supplies, we don't have extra money at all." ”

"It's pitiful, so let's help if you can." Iron slag road.

"Such girls, there are not tens of thousands, but thousands in Iceland, you are pitiful......" Feng Yun took a deep breath and sighed, "Forget it, they have their own fate, and we can't change anything." Let's go, go back to the boat and sleep, we have to get up early tomorrow, buy the snowmobile and supplies, and we'll leave in the afternoon. Go to the snowy night icefield, and the headhunter snow bear comes back......"

Feng Yun chattered endlessly, only hoping that the iron slag would do his best to dispel this thought. Tie Slag thought for a while, and finally lowered his head, which can be regarded as approving Feng Yun's method.

However, just as they were about to leave, four strong men who were drunk came to the house. The leader took a sip of wine and slammed the bottle against the wall. There was a crisp sound, and the bottle smashed against the wall and shattered to the ground. Immediately afterwards, the strong man kicked open the wooden door of the house and shouted, "! Get out, your daughter has lost grandpa's face today, let her kneel and lick grandpa, or she will kill you! ”

The girl calmly looked at the strong man outside the door, without a trace of expression on her face.

", it turns out that you are here, come on, come on, lick grandpa, grandpa will let your mother and daughter go......" The strong man said with a playful face. As soon as they came out of the bar, they asked everywhere where the girl lived. Iceland is very large, and the population is not large, so they quickly inquired. Then, while drinking, I found this place.

"I have a name! My name is Iron Bell! The girl shouted.

The strong man was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, as if he had heard a very funny joke. He pointed to the girl in the cabin and to his drunken companion, "She has a name?" Hahaha, iron what? Ironclad? Hahaha......"

"Her force is made of iron, hahaha......" "Iron force, hahaha......" "Good name, it's so good, hahaha......" The other three strong men laughed.

The strong man at the head suddenly changed his face, pointed at the girl and threatened in a deep voice, "Get out!" Otherwise, grandpa will go in, and then you mother and daughter will be ...... together."

Before the strong man finished speaking, suddenly a strong wind blew in his ears!

There was a muffled sound of "bang", and the strong man tilted his head and hit the brick wall of the old house. Before he could react to what was happening, a huge force slammed into his abdomen. In an instant, he only felt that all his internal organs were shattered, and the severe pain that spread throughout his body made him almost unable to breathe!

"Go on."

A faint voice sounded in his ears, and the strong man turned his head with difficulty. Before losing consciousness, he saw a pair of wolf-like eyes. The bright eyes shone in the night, with a chill to the bone.

It was only then that the three companions of the strong man reacted. The nearest one rushed over and punched the slag.

Iron Slag turned and took a step forward, his short body sank, avoiding the fist, and then he bowed up, and suddenly hit the strong man's arm with an uppercut!

"Smack!" A crack! The strong man's big arm is broken! I saw him clutching his arms and letting out a loud wail. All of a sudden, blood spurted everywhere!

Seeing this, the other two people were stunned and did not dare to take another step. The opponent's punch can break the arm, and it doesn't matter how many people they come.

"Don't let me see you again." Iron slag said lightly. The two strong men immediately pecked their heads like chickens, and then picked up their injured companions and ran away without looking back.

Looking at the distant backs of the strong men, the iron slag patted the dust on his hands. Feng Yun stepped forward and gave him a look and motioned for him to go back. Iron Slag glanced at the cabin and was about to turn away. But at this moment, a terrible cry suddenly came from the wooden house.

"Mom! Mom! Mom! ”

Iron Slag quickly pushed the door in. Suddenly, he was stunned by what he saw. The bed was covered with blood, and the woman's chest was red. Looking up along the bloodstains, a pair of sharp scissors was stuck in her throat. As she lay dying, her eyes remained calm......

In this world, there is a group of such women. Although they are in the skin business and are at the bottom of the world, they still have a hero's heart. For true love, they can shed blood and dye the deep sea. They are the Icelandic warblers.

The most beautiful flower blooming in the Black Sea!

At the last moment, the woman quietly looked at the iron slag. In her beautiful eyes, there is a calm in the face of death, a hope for the future, and the most resolute determination!

These eyes were so dazzling that the iron slag could barely look directly.

This is how the old man looked at him when he was dying, the same calm, the same expectation, the same determination......

That day, he searched everywhere in Iron Mountain Town, asked people everywhere, and finally found the dying old man in a garbage truck that was about to leave.

At that time, the old man looked at him like this, staring without saying a word until the end of his life.

The brilliance in the woman's eyes gradually dissipated, and her body slowly became stiff, but her eyes were still wide open. Iron Slag reached out and gently smoothed her eyes, just like that day, he smoothed the eyes of the Iron Old Man......

The next day, Tie Ling, with the help of Tie Slag and Feng Yun, transported his mother's body to the beach.

At this moment, her mother was lying quietly in the boat, which was sprinkled with flower petals. After staring at it for a long time, the iron bell pushed hard, and the ship left the shore and sailed with the tide to the distant sky......

The icy sea breeze blew in her face and ruffled the ends of the girl's hair. Her thin body trembled a little, but she didn't shed a single tear.

Iron Slag stepped forward and pinched Iron Bell's shoulder, faintly, "Let's go." With that, he turned and left, without a moment's pause.

Tie Ling looked at the ship in the distance again, turned around firmly, and walked in the direction of the iron slag......

In the afternoon of the same day, Feng Yun bought a snowmobile and supplies. After being transported to the ship, he was about to make an announcement, but was asked by the iron slag to buy a few other things.

"Buy me a steel plate." The iron slag is larger, about the length of the arm, the width of the palm.

"And a single-barrel shotgun and fifty shotguns." Iron Slag continued to ask, and Feng Yun nodded.

"Another bulletproof vest, a set of waterproof cloth field uniforms, preferably produced by Wilderness Heavy Industries or HH Company." "Of course, it would have been better if it had been RC or Harley Industries. Iron slag told again, "Don't want the Great Wall Company, the quality is too poor." ”

"Anything else?" A cold sweat broke out on Feng Yun's forehead.

"That's all." Iron slag spread his hands. Feng Yun immediately breathed a sigh of relief, then got off the boat, went straight to the trading market, and bought back the things that the iron slag wanted for a long time.

The steel plate is about 100 centimeters long, about 15 centimeters wide, and about 5 centimeters thick.

The single-barrel shotgun was produced by Wilderness Heavy Industries to imitate the 'Winchester M1887', but the power is not the same, after all, the technology has advanced a lot, and the power of the gun has also increased.

The bulletproof vest of the number is produced by the RC company, and this iron slag is very satisfied. RC's product quality is very good, excellent is precise, meticulous, and the failure rate is very low. Even down to a button, it's all about excellence. However, RC companies are also lacking. Once their products reach the end of their useful life, they are basically useless, and they can't even repair them.

The field military uniform made of waterproof fabric was produced by the Great Wall Company, which made Tie Slag frown and asked Feng Yun, "Isn't it not from the Great Wall Industry?" ”

Feng Yun explained that although the quality of the things produced by the Great Wall Industry is poor, the materials used are very realistic, they do not cut corners, and the prices are fair. The same waterproof field military uniform only needs two-thirds of the price of Wilderness Heavy Industries, which is much more affordable. In addition, the quality of the military uniform is mainly reflected in the stitching, he can needlework, and when the time comes, he can help to strengthen it.

"You can also needlework?" Iron Slag asked incredulously.

"Isn't that weird?" Feng Yun asked seriously.

"Nope." Iron Slag shook his head, held out his thumb and praised, "You're very good." ”

Feng Yun was at a loss when he heard this, and he couldn't tell whether the iron slag was praising or mocking for a while......

At this moment, a group of people came from under the boat, and the strong man led by the ship shouted at the ship, "The Beidou can't leave the port!" According to Icelandic tradition, you can't take that woman's child! ”