Lying on the single bed with a distinctly military-style streak, a sense of tiredness swept over his body, making him yawn. Slowly opening his eyes, Liszt stood up with his hands on his body, and stretched hard, but the tiredness did not lessen in the slightest, and still made his head gradually heavy.

An hour earlier, he had gone through a brutal war and was in charge as a commander. Although the war had ended before, the tension made him feel tired now. Liszt couldn't help but rub his temples with his hands, and he blinked his eyes vigorously, really quite tired. Even as he sat on this slightly hard bed, the thought of wanting a good night's sleep came to his mind.

He turned his head to look at the door that was still hidden, raised his head and stretched hard, then stood up and walked over to lock the door. didn't even take off his clothes, just lay down on the single bed, just kicked off the combat boots on his feet, and directly pulled the thick woolen blanket next to him to cover his abdomen, and fell asleep after a while.

This is normal mental cues, as his body and mind, in this safe Anchorage Line General Command, tell him that he needs to rest. But for some reason, in his groggy sleep, he dreamed of the time when he came into this world, and as time went on he was reliving what had happened.

In a wonderful dream, he is like a third person with God's perspective, quietly watching everything that has happened in this world. Whether it is eating, drinking, or talking to people, he can clearly see the embarrassment or proud moments he encounters. But his mind was calm, as if he were looking at a stranger who had nothing to do with him.

Including his ridiculous perception of war, he is still an excellent cadet who has just come out of the military academy, even if the experience and discipline from the republic in his previous life allowed him to quickly gain a foothold in the army, but he is still a young rookie, in the eyes of that group of veterans who have really experienced life and death, he is a young and weak chicken who doesn't understand anything.

At that time, Liszt's mind was not the slightest fear of war, and it was even full of a good impression and a little longing. He believed that war was a truly man's profession and that only the best and most determined could become the strongest admired in that profession. And in fact, he did in the end, he really became a presence that everyone admired in this profession, and he also abandoned the ridiculous ideas that were once unrealistic in his heart.

He dreamed of a standard infantry squad he had led at the beginning. He also watched as he was in charge of the tail end of a war when they spotted three Mexican soldiers in a grove. After a beautiful tactic of attracting frontal fire and outflanking flanks, they killed the three panicked routers with considerable ease. But when he looked at the miserable corpse with the skull torn open, he felt a kind of sorrow envelop his heart.

War is a matter of life and death, not a deduction in a military academy, nor an exercise in the army in the previous life, but a real and real thing, either you die or I live cruelly! And when he became aware of this, the seemingly endless Mexican guerrillas had also appeared, hiding among the Mexican people who had a deep hatred for the American Federation, and engaged in fierce and complex battles with them.

Liszt didn't even know how many Mexican guerrillas he had killed, or how many times he had fallen into all sorts of dangers. And his excellent military literacy also saved him, so that his military rank was gradually promoted to captain because of his combat exploits, making him from a rookie squad leader to a heroic platoon commander who was famous in the entire brigade. Especially in those three most dangerous situations, he killed all the prisoners to boost the morale of all the soldiers, and even spread his fame to the entire American military!

But he was also forcibly discharged from the army by a military court for killing prisoners, and came to that small town to become an ordinary car mechanic. But he made a lot of friends, and he was even more impressed by the old Kyle, who loved to drink and was a little mysterious.

This old fellow, who is forty or fifty years old, has a different kind of wisdom. Every time Liszt talked to this guy about something, he always got some insight, and this made Liszt always make fun of old Kyle for not being the owner of an auto repair shop, but like some academics. Liszt's dreams continued, and he was equally aware of the eerie fog and the terrifying deathclaws. He appeared in the middle of this dangerous town, as if he had been abandoned, and he and the others struggled to survive.

The dream was still going on, and he calmly watched everything he was doing, as well as the various manifestations of others. In this way, he turned on the perspective of God, calmly watching the armored troops as they had happened, quickly driving into the subway station, blowing and sweeping the deathclaws of the test subjects. He also saw the bloody scene in the corridor, where the originally powerful soldiers lost the cover of the armored forces, and were easily killed by the huge deathclaws that were not afraid of ordinary guns, and finally were shot in the head by him.

These dreams made him see really clearly, and even made him calm down in his heart there was a certain weirdness. And when he continued to look at it, near the control room of the underground research institute, the director Clive who appeared, made him feel a certain throbbing in his heart. Liszt continued to watch, and he watched as he threw his fist heavily, making the arrogant attitude of the director, Clive, pay the price of a swollen cheek.

But Liszt's God's perspective saw the sneer on Clive's face and the fearless eyes. The picture passed quickly, and Liszt's eyes were also on the scene that had already happened. The throbbing in his heart grew louder and louder, and at last he was frozen in the black oak bar, and old Bunard turned away. And when he also left the bar and pretended to be drunk, the third person's perspective on God suddenly widened, making him seem to see this small city, which was strangely unreal.

"What's going on? This is, what's going on? ”

Liszt, who was still in a dream, instantly opened his eyes and suddenly lifted the wool blanket and made it on the bed. His heart was still pounding in his chest, as if he had been beating violently on a rapid march. And Liszt's eyes widened likewise, gasping for breath, and even the knuckles of his clenched fists turned slightly white because of his strength.

The dream just now made him feel as if he had lived his life all over again, and he had also experienced that event again. It was like a memory, and when he relived all this, he suddenly discovered something unusual. And this strange feeling became more and more real after he entered that small town after he was discharged from the army. Panting heavily, Liszt supported his eyebrows with his hands, but couldn't help but grit his teeth slowly: "This is really a nightmare." ”

Why is there a subway in a small city of only two or three thousand people? Why are there two powerful combat brigades around that small city? Why is there an underground research institute in the subway station of that small town? Why did that underground research institute leak deathclaws again? Why did a thick fog of invisible objects rise that day? Why did all the inhabitants of the city fall asleep silently after he fell asleep that day? Why did he find out that all the residents around him were retired soldiers? Why did he always feel weird about the inhabitants when he lived in that city?

"Why? Why? Why? ”

Liszt's teeth clenched, and he sat on the bed with his head in his hands, his eyes closed, carefully recalling his memories in his dreams. But a sneer slowly lifted into his mouth, and he suddenly noticed the vague words of old Bunnard, and the warning of Major Leslie before. Swallowing slightly, Liszt let his somewhat stiff body relax, looking at the small space around him, but he still couldn't help gritting his teeth and said, "Nightmare." ”