Although there is still light snow in the sky, it is already a good weather for the northern border.
Nails wiped the barrel of the gun in his hand boredly, and occasionally looked at the desperate mountain with his sight glass. This frequency continued to decrease with the increase of the garrison date. So far, he only took a look at it two or three times a day, and spent the rest of his time maintaining the musket and chatting with his companions.
Maintaining weapons is a careful job. Every half a month or so, they can get a thumb-sized oil stick wrapped in crust paper. I heard that it is from the soap factory with the remaining waste oil.
When needed, you must first bake it and then apply it to a special double-headed brush, one end larger and the other small, just enough to be inserted into the barrel and the bullet nest.
In the past, every class was equipped with cleaning tools. Now there are more and more factories and workshops in Winter City, and brushes have become supporting items for guns, almost everyone has one.
Of course, if there is no bonfire available, putting it in your arms or holding it in your mouth can also heat up the oil stick.
Although the First Army explicitly prohibited the consumption of this waste oil, some soldiers would secretly apply a little when distributing dry food and eat it with relish.
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, some of whom are 10 or 20 years older than him. If he had not participated in the general education class of primary education, it would not be his turn to be the class monitor.
Looking at the former neighbors, neighbors, uncles and uncles, Nails can only smile.
After assembling the disassembled parts one by one, the rifle became bright and shiny again.He pulled the trigger several times and confirmed that the empty gun was fired normally before moving his sight back to the position.
The blocking battle in autumn is unforgettable until now. Once he closes his eyes, the young woman in a red robe will appear in his mind.
It was in this bunker that he witnessed her death.
Even though he knew that the other party was the enemy and the purity of the church, his struggle in the rain of bullets still made him feel uncomfortable.
If it weren't for the order of Iron Axe and the reciprocity of his majesty, he might have left the army and returned to his own operational staff in the mining area.
Although he is still in the First Army, Nail decided to transfer the machine gun team and become an observer to protect the machine gunners.
Even though he knew that his behavior was quite a bit self-deception, he could never get through the level in his heart.
After a bloody battle, the battlefield where the land was soaked in blood was nowhere to be seen. The barbed wire had long been removed, leaving only a dozen wooden stakes that were tilted around; the trenches were also filled with snow. If it weren't for the fact that several bunkers were still standing, the field would look no different from the surrounding land.
No one knew except them that more than 2,000 people died here hundreds of meters in front of the first row of wooden stakes.
Squad leader, there was almost no firewood in the stove, so I went to the field to move some. A soldier of similar age to nails said that the firewood he was referring to was the piles that had been used to fix the wire mesh, otherwise the team that would take over would blame us for not only using it.
But now is on duty time... Nail shook his head, it was bad to be seen by others.
They won't say anything, another veteran smiled and said, "It's cold and cold, who cares about us moving something for warmth."Besides, it has been several months since the church's Nā guys can't even see half of them, and they can't come to the door at this time.
This was unanimously agreed by everyone.
Nailzi 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 garrison at the foot of the Hanfengling Mountain to prevent the church's dying counterattack or the invasion of evil beasts.
However, none of the expected enemies appeared. Perhaps the superiors believed that the situation would not change significantly. The defenders successively withdrew more than 200 people, and the rest were basically just in the form of patrol teams, taking turns to stay in the bunker to monitor the movements in the northwest.
He hesitated for a while and finally agreed to the soldier's application. You can move up alone too slowly, so call two more to go together.
The latter whistled, yes, boss!
Nail turned around, picked up his eyeglass and looked at the end of the snow. His eyes were still covered in white, as if there would never change.
Just as he was about to take out the pistol and wipe it, two or three black dots suddenly appeared in his field of vision, which was particularly eye-catching in the white background.
He was stunned for a moment, then shouted, wait!
The soldiers who had already reached the stairs stopped immediately, and the other people surrounding the stove gathered together. Is there anything wrong?
The nails wiped the lenses with felt on the neckline and looked to the northwest again. This time, the black spots became more.
He held his breath and observed for a while before he realized that it was a figure slowly moving in the snow.
Blow the warning trumpet!Someone leaned towards the position!
Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w
Nail carried a long spear and led his team of people down the bunker, formed a gun roster around the bottom of the tower, and placed the barrel on a sandbag covered with snowflakes.
Since the trench had been filled with snow, they could only shrink their line and assist the heavy machine gun fire point to defend.
Is it a member of the church?Someone asked.
Who else would it be if it weren't them?The veteran before muttered unhappily, Hanfengling has long been abandoned by His Majesty, and only Hermes can come from that direction, I underestimated them.
There will be a lot of monster-like warriors appearing again, we have no support from the artillery battalion this time.
What are you afraid of? I don’t believe they can run around in the snow.The veteran spitted, either not wearing armor or just being a target for me to fall into the pit.
Boss, distance?
At least one thousand meters away, Nail looked at the suspicious target and couldn't help but frown. Strangely, something was wrong...
Something is wrong?
They... don't look like God's Punishment Army.
Did the church send a judge army to die?Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. If it were just an ordinary judge, it would be impossible for them to rush to the crossfire of the machine gun bunker.
It was not the judges... Not only were they not wearing armor, but they were not even intact. They held the nails and were surprised in their hearts. Oh my God, how did these people come down the mountain?They look...like a bunch of refugees!
It may also be a God-Punishment Warrior disguised as a refugee. The veteran shrugged, "Hey, where are you going?"
I'll let them stop!Nailzi said without looking back, otherwise other teams would definitely shoot them!
Nails wiped the barrel of the gun in his hand boredly, and occasionally looked at the desperate mountain with his sight glass. This frequency continued to decrease with the increase of the garrison date. So far, he only took a look at it two or three times a day, and spent the rest of his time maintaining the musket and chatting with his companions.
Maintaining weapons is a careful job. Every half a month or so, they can get a thumb-sized oil stick wrapped in crust paper. I heard that it is from the soap factory with the remaining waste oil.
When needed, you must first bake it and then apply it to a special double-headed brush, one end larger and the other small, just enough to be inserted into the barrel and the bullet nest.
In the past, every class was equipped with cleaning tools. Now there are more and more factories and workshops in Winter City, and brushes have become supporting items for guns, almost everyone has one.
Of course, if there is no bonfire available, putting it in your arms or holding it in your mouth can also heat up the oil stick.
Although the First Army explicitly prohibited the consumption of this waste oil, some soldiers would secretly apply a little when distributing dry food and eat it with relish.
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, some of whom are 10 or 20 years older than him. If he had not participated in the general education class of primary education, it would not be his turn to be the class monitor.
Looking at the former neighbors, neighbors, uncles and uncles, Nails can only smile.
After assembling the disassembled parts one by one, the rifle became bright and shiny again.He pulled the trigger several times and confirmed that the empty gun was fired normally before moving his sight back to the position.
The blocking battle in autumn is unforgettable until now. Once he closes his eyes, the young woman in a red robe will appear in his mind.
It was in this bunker that he witnessed her death.
Even though he knew that the other party was the enemy and the purity of the church, his struggle in the rain of bullets still made him feel uncomfortable.
If it weren't for the order of Iron Axe and the reciprocity of his majesty, he might have left the army and returned to his own operational staff in the mining area.
Although he is still in the First Army, Nail decided to transfer the machine gun team and become an observer to protect the machine gunners.
Even though he knew that his behavior was quite a bit self-deception, he could never get through the level in his heart.
After a bloody battle, the battlefield where the land was soaked in blood was nowhere to be seen. The barbed wire had long been removed, leaving only a dozen wooden stakes that were tilted around; the trenches were also filled with snow. If it weren't for the fact that several bunkers were still standing, the field would look no different from the surrounding land.
No one knew except them that more than 2,000 people died here hundreds of meters in front of the first row of wooden stakes.
Squad leader, there was almost no firewood in the stove, so I went to the field to move some. A soldier of similar age to nails said that the firewood he was referring to was the piles that had been used to fix the wire mesh, otherwise the team that would take over would blame us for not only using it.
But now is on duty time... Nail shook his head, it was bad to be seen by others.
They won't say anything, another veteran smiled and said, "It's cold and cold, who cares about us moving something for warmth."Besides, it has been several months since the church's Nā guys can't even see half of them, and they can't come to the door at this time.
This was unanimously agreed by everyone.
Nailzi 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 garrison at the foot of the Hanfengling Mountain to prevent the church's dying counterattack or the invasion of evil beasts.
However, none of the expected enemies appeared. Perhaps the superiors believed that the situation would not change significantly. The defenders successively withdrew more than 200 people, and the rest were basically just in the form of patrol teams, taking turns to stay in the bunker to monitor the movements in the northwest.
He hesitated for a while and finally agreed to the soldier's application. You can move up alone too slowly, so call two more to go together.
The latter whistled, yes, boss!
Nail turned around, picked up his eyeglass and looked at the end of the snow. His eyes were still covered in white, as if there would never change.
Just as he was about to take out the pistol and wipe it, two or three black dots suddenly appeared in his field of vision, which was particularly eye-catching in the white background.
He was stunned for a moment, then shouted, wait!
The soldiers who had already reached the stairs stopped immediately, and the other people surrounding the stove gathered together. Is there anything wrong?
The nails wiped the lenses with felt on the neckline and looked to the northwest again. This time, the black spots became more.
He held his breath and observed for a while before he realized that it was a figure slowly moving in the snow.
Blow the warning trumpet!Someone leaned towards the position!
Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w
Nail carried a long spear and led his team of people down the bunker, formed a gun roster around the bottom of the tower, and placed the barrel on a sandbag covered with snowflakes.
Since the trench had been filled with snow, they could only shrink their line and assist the heavy machine gun fire point to defend.
Is it a member of the church?Someone asked.
Who else would it be if it weren't them?The veteran before muttered unhappily, Hanfengling has long been abandoned by His Majesty, and only Hermes can come from that direction, I underestimated them.
There will be a lot of monster-like warriors appearing again, we have no support from the artillery battalion this time.
What are you afraid of? I don’t believe they can run around in the snow.The veteran spitted, either not wearing armor or just being a target for me to fall into the pit.
Boss, distance?
At least one thousand meters away, Nail looked at the suspicious target and couldn't help but frown. Strangely, something was wrong...
Something is wrong?
They... don't look like God's Punishment Army.
Did the church send a judge army to die?Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. If it were just an ordinary judge, it would be impossible for them to rush to the crossfire of the machine gun bunker.
It was not the judges... Not only were they not wearing armor, but they were not even intact. They held the nails and were surprised in their hearts. Oh my God, how did these people come down the mountain?They look...like a bunch of refugees!
It may also be a God-Punishment Warrior disguised as a refugee. The veteran shrugged, "Hey, where are you going?"
I'll let them stop!Nailzi said without looking back, otherwise other teams would definitely shoot them!
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