Release that Witch

Although there is still a small snow in the sky, it is a good weather for the north.

The nails were bored and wiped the barrel of the hand. Occasionally, they used the lookout mirror to look at the direction of the desperate mountains. This frequency has been decreasing with the increase of the stationing date. Until now, he will only watch two or three times a day. The next time is spent on keeping the firearms and chatting with my companions.

Maintaining weapons is a careful activity. Every half a month or so, they can get a "oil stick" that is the size of a thumb and wrapped in hard paper. I heard that the remaining waste oil from the soap factory is used. When you need it, you have to heat it and apply it to a special double-head brush. The latter is big and small, just inserted into the barrel and the nest. In the past, every class was equipped with cleaning tools. Nowadays, there are more and more factories and workshops in the winter city. The brushes have become the supporting items for the guns, almost one person.

Of course, if there is no bonfire available, put it in your arms or in your mouth. Although the First Army explicitly banned the consumption of such waste oil, there are still soldiers who secretly smear a little bit when distributing dry food and eat it as a condiment.

As a squad leader, he usually chooses to turn a blind eye.

After all, the teams responsible for staying in the North are basically veterans, and some are even older than him. If they did not participate in the popularization class for primary education, how could the squad leader not come to him? Looking at those neighbors neighbors, uncles and uncles, nails can only smile.

After the disassembled parts are assembled in turn, the rifle becomes shiny again. He buckled a few times and confirmed that the airgun fired normally before he moved his sight back to the position.

The blockade in the fall until now the nails are unforgettable. When I close my eyes, the young woman in red robes will appear in his mind. At that time he was in this bunker and witnessed her death. Even if he knew that the other party was an enemy and was a pure person of the church, his sight of struggling in the rain still made him feel uncomfortable. If it weren't for the order of the iron axe and the effect of his majesty, he would have left the army and returned to his own steam engine operation.

Although still in the first army, the nail decided to transfer off the machine gun group and turned into an observer to protect the machine gunner. Ming knows that his behavior is quite a bit of self-deception, but he has never been able to cross the level of his heart.

After a **** battle, the battlefield where the land was soaked with blood has not seen any clues at the moment. The barbed wire has long been taken away, leaving only ten wooden piles that have fallen to the west; the trenches are also filled with snow, if not Several bunkers are still standing, and this wilderness looks just like the surrounding land. Apart from them, no one knows. Just a few hundred meters in front of the first row of wooden stakes, more than two thousand people were killed here.

"The squad leader, there is no firewood in the stove. I went to the ground to move some," said a soldier of similar age to nails. He said that the firewood was the one used to fix the barbed wire. "Otherwise, the group that took over after the shift To blame us for not using it."

"But now is the duty time..." The nail shook his head. "It was not good to be seen by others."

"They won't say anything," another veteran laughed. "When it's cold, who cares about us going to move something to warm up. It's been a few months, and the church is smashing the goods." I can't see the movie, but I can't find it at this time."

This has been agreed by everyone.

The nail also knew that the other party was right. At the beginning, there were still 500 people in the camp. According to the requirements of the iron axe, they continued to be stationed at the foot of the Hanfengling Mountain in case of the dying of the church or the invasion of the evil beast. However, none of the envisioned enemies appeared. It is probably that the situation will not change again. The defenders have also withdrawn more than 200 people. The rest are only in the form of patrols. Stay in the bunker to monitor the movements in the northwest.

He hesitated and finally agreed to the soldier's application. "You are too slow to move alone. Let's call two more together."

The latter whistled, "Yes, head!"

The nail turned back and picked up the lookout mirror and looked at the end of the snow. The place where the eye was still in sight was still white, as if it would never change.

Just as he planned to take out the pistol and wipe it, there were two or three black spots in the field of vision, which was particularly eye-catching in the white background.

He groaned and then shouted, "Wait!"

The soldiers who had already reached the stairway stopped immediately, and the other people around the stove screamed and gathered together. "Is there a situation?"

The nail wiped the lens with the felt of the neckline and looked at the northwest again. This time, the black spots became more. He held his breath and watched it for a while before he discovered that it was actually a slowly moving figure in the snow.

"Blowing the warning sign! Someone is coming back to the ground!"

"呜呜呜呜" As the horn sounded over the wilderness, the entire camp suddenly boiled up.

The nails carried a long gun and took the team of their own team to the bunker. They formed a row of guns around the bottom of the tower and placed the barrel on a sandbag covered with snowflakes. Since the trenches have been filled with snow, they can only shrink the front line and assist the heavy machine gun fire point to defend.

“Is it a church person?” someone asked.

"Not who they are?" The former veteran muttered dissatisfiedly. "The cold wind ridge has long been abandoned, and only Hermes can come from that direction. I have looked down on them. ”

"There will be no more monster-like warriors appearing, this time we can't support the artillery battalion."

"I am afraid that I will not be able to sneak in the snow." The veteran spit. "Either don't wear armor, or you will fall into the pit as a target."

"Head, distance?"

"At least a kilometer away," the nail looked at the suspicious target and couldn't help but frown. "Strange, something is wrong..."

"Where is it wrong?"

"They...not quite like the gods."

"Don't the church send the trial army to death?" The crowds were relieved. If they were just ordinary trial warriors, it was absolutely impossible to rush to them in the crossfire of the machine guns.

"Not a judge. They didn't wear armor, they didn't even have a few pieces of clothes." The nail held the gazebo and was amazed. "Oh my God, how did these people come down the mountain? They look ...just like a group of refugees!"

"It may also be a warrior who disguised as a refugee," the veteran shrugged. "Hey, where are you going?"

"I'm going to let them stop!" The nail did not say back, "Otherwise the other teams will shoot and kill them!"