The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"The door is sealed."

Kerissa once again confirmed that the two doors of the stronghold were strong enough, and then sat down beside Bahram.

Since Fude died, his words have become less.

I don't know if it is because there are no bickering people, or some other reason.

Bachram was baking his compressed ration sticks on the fire. This thing was cold and hard now, like the stones on the ground. Without baking it, it would be impossible to put it in the mouth.

However, for this kind of food, each of them only has 2 sticks.

After comforting, Bachram simply counted the supplies.

In addition to the previous searches from the corpse, they currently have 22 ration rods, 486 rounds of ammunition, 8 basically full kettles, one machine gun, 164 rounds of machine gun bullets, one flare gun, and three flare flares.

Regrettably, the equipment of the deceased was basically not recovered, including three smoke bombs that fell on Fude, which is estimated to have been searched.

These things cannot be said to be many, but they are enough for the six of them to use.

Bachram redistributed the bullets and food so that everyone can have a full meal tonight.

He even gave an extra ration stick to the boys in the upper layers of the two nests to thank them for bringing flare guns and maps.

The bonfire warmed the cold stronghold, but the boys around didn't speak much. There was only the sound of chewing and hard swallowing in the air, and occasionally the sound of drinking water was heard.

This situation lasted for half an hour.

"Well……"

Bachram took two sips of water carefully, then tightened the lid of the kettle and put it beside him.

"Are you guys OK?"

Hearing what he said, the two boys sitting across from him looked at each other and nodded.

"It's fine."

"At least still alive."

Bachram sighed slightly, and his shoulders sank a little.

"You are familiar with Fude, right."

"Forget it, we are all from Siwa Chaodu, their family has four children, and he is the youngest one."

One of the boys replied.

Bahram couldn't help thinking of Fude again. He remembered the scene when the opponent fell to the ground and slowly stopped breathing, and he also remembered that he watched Fude's body be shot through by a bullet.

"I understand"

Bachram nodded.

"After the trial is over, we should all mourn for him."

"I am from Soms Nest, from Salt Town."

He took the initiative to say:

"My grandfather was once a member of the upper tier of Nest Capital, but I myself grew up on the lower tier of Nest Capital."

This is the second time he has mentioned his origin and family since he met Haoma.

"Me too, but the place I came is different from him. I'm from Hook City."

Generally speaking, Hammer rarely introduces himself, but there are certain things in Bahram that make him willing to open his heart. This person makes him feel a strange sense of intimacy.

"Hook City, uh..."

Kerissa, who was eating a ration, froze for a moment, and then shook her head again.

"You seem to know it well?"

Bachram looked at this big man who could run with a heavy machine gun alone. If it weren't for him just now, they might not have brought that machine gun back, so Bachram also gave him an extra ration.

"Um... that place is quite famous and terrible, probably."

Kerissa's answer was very vague, and her eyes were a little evasive.

Hao Mo didn't know how to answer. The miserable life in the slums was really hard to describe in words, so he pretended not to hear the other party's words, but bowed his head to sort his bullet belt.

At this time, he noticed that his hands, which were covered with other people's dry blood, had become slimy.

Suddenly, a boy opposite said:

"It's pretty bad. I seem to have a bit of an impression. A few years ago, some anti-imperial dissidents were asking for trouble. I heard that they occupied an old munitions factory. Do you mean this?"

Haomo shook his head and said nothing, but painful memories flooded his head.

His father was a law enforcement member of the Law Enforcement Department and died in the battle.

He was 6 years old that year. This incident was a turning point in Homo's life and a dark moment that threw his family into poverty and despair.

But this was only the deep pain in his heart, he restrained them and said briefly:

"It happened a few years ago, and in the end all the craps were caught."

"Good result."

Bahram, who didn't know the inside story, shook his head.

"That kind of mess shouldn't run around in Soms, but I have to admit that peace days are getting less and less, and there are always troubles under the nest. Grandfather said that the upper class is not better there. I hope that the arrival of the astral knights can change this. all."

"They won't stay here forever."

Robin said suddenly, and picked up the bonfire with a branch.

"Their journey is a vast array of stars. This is only a temporary place for them to stay. It is precisely this that I want to become Astarte. I have had enough of this boring little planet."

"is that so?"

Bachram looked at this mysterious companion curiously. Robin's identity has always been a mystery, and he never mentioned it himself, probably only the Astral Knight knows his details.

"Then what about you? Why do you want to be Astarte?"

He looked at the two opposite people again.

"glory."

They answered in unison.

"The reason for boring."

Kailisa sneered~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The ignorant little kid just talked about the glory and glory all day long. My purpose is very straightforward. I just want to become stronger. I have already beaten up those weak chickens. Go and beat some hard! I heard that the green skin next door is quite fierce. "

Only Homo became unusually quiet, and Bachram glanced at him, worried whether he had said something wrong before.

But before he could speak, the other party stood up, blended into the shadow on the corner of the wall, leaned there, and closed his eyes.

The dinner ended in this way, and everyone rushed to rest. They all rushed for a day and fought for a day, and their physical strength was already close to the limit.

But Bachram couldn't sleep. He was thinking about how to survive this cruel survival game and become the winner behind the team.

Looking at the current situation, this is almost a miracle.

"That bunch of garbage was beaten away by us."

In the jungle outside the stronghold, a pair of green bright spots emerged from the darkness, followed by the second pair, the third pair...

It's like a pack of wolves lurking in the dark dense forest

"If one was killed, the others ran away."

"Ok."

Wearing camouflage clothes, they almost merged with the jungle at night, only the occasional light spots showed their existence.

The leader nodded, but kept his eyes on the high stronghold.

"Dade, you said, they have a few left."

"Well, judging by the corpses on the ground, it's probably around six."

"Do we have a chance to win it all at once."

"It should be possible, but it will cause casualties."

"Then I have an idea now."

In the darkness, Oscar let out a deep laugh, and squeezed the blood-stained walkie-talkie in his hand.

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