It seems that he has been here for a short time, and this Canadian is on his knees with his hands raised, his clothes and skin are all covered in black burning ashes, and he looks like the most embarrassed beggar. And his red and swollen eyes were also flowing with tears, and his raised hands were slowly sticking to the ground, bending over and lying on the ground, as if it was a big word, and he couldn't stop howling in his mouth: "My father is the commander of the army of British Columbia, please don't kill me, don't kill me!" ”

The voice was as terrible as the howl of a dying animal, and looking at the appearance of lying on the ground and still shivering, Carl and the other two Marines took a few steps forward, but the rifle in their hand was slowly pointed at the seemingly ruined house. Liszt frowned slightly, and the Winchester in his hand gradually lifted upward, and after waiting for a while, he didn't find anything abnormal, so he snorted coldly: "Another damn fool." ”

"This guy surrendered? It's a bit of a hassle. ”

In the modern warfare of the previous life, because of the constraints of human rights, when the captives who surrendered were found, they generally chose to bring them back instead of shooting them directly. Now Karl's face is also a little embarrassed, although he has no good impression of this completely stupid guy in front of him, but the thoughts of his previous life still make him a little difficult to start, holding his rifle in his arms, he turned his head to Liszt and frowned and asked, "What to do with him?" ”

As he spoke, the two Marines beside him had also subconsciously moved their rifles, and the butts on their shoulders had already made the black muzzles of their guns aimed at the ragged Canadian. They understand the so-called human rights. It is also known that the indiscriminate killing of innocents is an act of butcher and spit. But if Liszt chooses to give the order. The rifles in their hands will also shine with the cruel light of war, and there is never right or wrong on this battlefield.

"Wait, there seems to be something about his words that we don't know."

Nodding slowly, Liszt reinserted Winchester back into the side of his backpack, and when he pulled it back, he had a small flask in his hand. He unscrewed the lid and slowly poured himself a sip, feeling the cold heat running down his throat. I couldn't help but exhale a puff with the smell of strong alcohol, walked up to the Canadian lying on the ground, put the flask on the side of his cheek, looked at his still buried head and cried, and his tone was a little firm: "Don't cry, strange young man, although we don't know what's going on, at least some Soviet vodka may make you feel better." ”

"You... You guys... Won't you kill me? Are you really not going to kill me? I... I still have value in using it... My father is the commander of the British Columbia Army in Canada, and will definitely give you all the useful military information. ”

Hearing Liszt's tone without much murderous intent. The young Canadian, who was lying on the ground and still crying bitterly, suddenly raised his head, and his face was all black ash and dirt. The redness and swelling of the eyes are whiter because of tears. There was surprise in his eyes, and even a kind of smirk appeared on his face, he slowly let himself get up on the ground with trembling hands, and picked up the wine jug placed next to him tremblingly, but he saw the Marine soldier with a rifle at the bottom of the three stairs, and the fear that rose again in his heart made him put it down again, and he waved his hand in horror and hurriedly said: "But you are equipped with that terrifying humanoid armor, do you still need to care about Canada's opinion?" You can even defeat those Soviets! ”

"What did you say?!"

Liszt's eyes widened suddenly, and a thought that he least wanted to appear suddenly appeared in his mind like a thunderbolt. And the whole person suddenly took half a step forward, half squatting in front of this Canadian who seemed to be stunned, the two pairs of eyes were already covered with pieces of blood, as if they were a pair of bloody eyes that they naturally carried, looking at him like a hellish gaze, slowly gritted his teeth and asked: "That humanoid armor, I don't understand a little, what does it mean?" ”

"You're also an American, don't you know? They appeared in this town as if they were iron giants, and our defenders fought back against them as if they were children, just as ridiculous! ”

As if reminiscent of some terrifying memory, the young Canadian man slowly curled up behind him, his face full of dirt and black marks, and he was already extremely frightened. And he looked at Liszt, pointed to the sky with trembling hands, and stammered to say something, but he couldn't finish it completely, and after a while, he said with tears on his face: "It only took them less than half an hour to kill all the regiments stationed here, except for me, who else can survive in front of that terrible enemy..."

His words were filled with horror, and Liszt did not deny the truth of his words either, because there was no exposed power armor in this world, and it would not be known to this ordinary Canadian at all. The research of power armor, even in the United States Federation, the shadow government of the extremely powerful Enclave organization, is absolutely secret, just like the deathclaw research project, how could it appear in this Canadian population?

And he was quite sure that, according to his description, it was the most advanced equipment that was not common in the Radiant Wasteland, Power Armor. But Liszt slowly stood up, reached out and picked up the wine jug and poured himself a big sip, the irritating wine made his eyes can't help but squint slightly, turned his head to look at the town that had almost been destroyed, but couldn't help gritting his teeth and said: "This time period, it's a little impossible..."

He finally knew why individual weapons could be destroyed by enormous force, what could tear humans in half, and what it was that could make these masonry towns as miserable as if they were covered by artillery. And Liszt looked at the Canadian in front of him who still had a look of horror in his eyes, looking at him standing up and a little overwhelmed, but his fists couldn't help but clench, and he just said slowly: "At this time period, how can power armor be studied?" Could it be that the timeline has really been disrupted..."(To be continued.) )