Release that Witch Chapter 823: The cloud of Hermes

Although there is still snow in the sky, it is already a good day for northern region.

Nail wiped the barrel in his hands boringly. Occasionally, he used telescope to look at the direction of Impassable Mountains. This frequency continued to decrease with the increase of the dwelling date. Until now, he would only look at it two or three times a day. The next time is used to conserve firearms and chat with colleagues.

Maintaining weapon is a careful job. Every half a month or so, they can receive a thumb-sized "stick" wrapped in hard paper. I heard that the waste oil from the soap factory was used. When you need to use it, you have to bake it first, and then apply it on a special double-ended brush, which is larger and smaller, just enough to be inserted into the barrel and the bomb nest. In the past, every class was equipped with cleaning tools. Today, there are more and more factories and workshops in Neverwinter City. Brushes have also become a supporting item for guns. Almost everyone has one.

Of course, if there is no bonfire available, it can also be heated in your arms or in your mouth. Although the First Army has banned the consumption of this waste oil, soldiers will smear it a little bit and use it as a condiment when distributing dry food.

As a monitor, he usually chooses to turn a blind eye.

After all, the teams responsible for staying behind northern region are basically veterans, some of whom are one or twenty years older than him. If not for the elementary education popularization class, how could this squad leader not be his turn. Looking at those neighbourhood neighbours, uncles and uncles, Nail can only smile.

After the disassembled parts are assembled in sequence, the rifle becomes bright again. He pulled the trigger several times and confirmed that the airgun fired normally before moving his eyes back to the position.

The obstruction in the autumn until now Nail is unforgettable. As soon as he closes his eyes, the young woman wearing a red robe will appear in his mind. He was in this bunker and witnessed her death. Even though he knew the other party was the enemy, Church's Pure One, the scene of struggling in the bullet rain still made him feel uncomfortable. If it wasn't for the order of Iron Axe and the effect of serving Your Majesty's, I'm afraid he has left the army and returned to his mining site steam engine operator.

Although still staying at First Army, Nail decided to detach the machine gun group and become an observer to protect the machine gunner. Knowing his behavior was a bit self-deceiving, but he couldn't get past that level in his heart.

After a **** battle, the ground was soaked with blood. There is no clue whatsoever at this moment. The barbed wire has been demolished, leaving only a dozen crooked wooden stakes; the trench was also filled with snow. If not for a few bunkers still standing, this field will look just like the surrounding land. Except for them, no one knows. Just a few hundred meters before the first row of wooden stakes, more than 2,000 people died there.

"Squad leader, there is almost no firewood in the stove. I will move some in the field," said a soldier similar to Nail. The firewood he was referring to was the piles that had been used to fix the barbed wire. The team is to blame us for not making up. "

"But it's duty time ..." Nail shook his head, "It's bad to be seen by others."

"They won't say anything," another veteran smiled. "Whether it's freezing this day, who cares if we move something for heating. Besides, it's been months, Church's gangsters. You can't even see half a figure, and you can't find it at this time. "

This statement is unanimously echoed by everyone.

Nail also knew that the other party was right. At the beginning, there were still 500 people in camp. According to the requirements of Iron Axe, they continued to be stationed at the foot of Cold Wind Ridge to prevent Church's from dying back or Evil Beast's invasion. However, none of the enemies envisioned appeared, probably because the situation was not expected to change much. The garrison also successively withdrew more than 200 people. The rest basically took the form of patrols and took turns. Stay in the bunker to monitor the movement of West north.

He hesitated, and finally agreed to the soldier's application, "You are too slow to move alone, so ask two more to go together."

The latter whistleed, "Yes, boss!"

Nail turned around, picked up telescope and looked towards the end of the snow. The sight was still white, as if it would never change.

Just when he was going to take out the pistol and wipe it, two or three black spots suddenly appeared in his field of vision, which was particularly striking in the white background.

He startled, then shouted, "Wait!"

The soldiers who have reached the entrance of the stairs stopped immediately, and the others around the stove also hurriedly gathered together, "Is there situation?"

Nail wiped the lens with the felt of the neckline, and looked westward again north. This time, the black spots became more. He held his breath and stared at it for a while, only to find that it was a slow moving figure in the snow.

"Honest! Someone leaned towards the position!"

"wū wū wū wū" spread over the field with the sound of the horn, and the whole camp suddenly rose up to boiling.

Nail carried a spear and took his team members out of the bunker. They formed a platoon array around the bottom of the tower and mounted the barrel on a sandbag covered with snowflakes. Since the trenches have been filled with snow, they can only shrink the front and assist the heavy machine gun with firepower points for defense.

"Is Church's?" someone asked.

"Who aren't they still?" the old veteran muttered unpleasantly, "Cold Wind Ridge has long been abandoned by Your Majesty, and only Hermes can come from that direction. I actually underestimated them."

"There won't be a lot of monster-like warriors, we don't have Artillery Battalion support this time."

"Afraid of anything, I don't believe they can run around in the snow." The veteran spit. "Either I don't wear armor, or I'm obediently trapped in the pit as a target."

"Boss, distance?"

"At least a thousand meters away," Nail frowned, looking at the suspicious target, "Strange, something is wrong ..."

"What's wrong?"

"They ... are not quite like God Punishment Army."

"Did Church send Judgement Army to die?" Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. If it was just ordinary Judgement Warrior, it would be impossible to rush to them under the crossfire of the machine gun bunker.

"It's not Judgement Army ... they not only don't wear armor, they don't even have a few pieces of clothing intact," Nail held telescope, surprised in his heart, "God, how did these people come down the mountain? They see Go up ... it's like a group of refugees! "

"It may also be God Punishment Warrior disguised as a refugee," the veteran shrugged, "Hey, where are you going?"

"I'll let them stop!" Nail said without looking back, "Otherwise the other teams will definitely shoot them!"