The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 61: Visitors of the Pure Land (Part 1)

Gu Tie felt that he was only taking a nap, but when he opened his eyes, he saw the sunlight the next morning. The sunlight sprinkled softly on the face through the gauze, and steamed out the tiredness bit by bit through the skin.

Gu Tie straightened his spine comfortably, stretched his waist, and kicked Barr in the face. The Indian who was squeezed on a bed didn't wake up unexpectedly, so he poked his stinky feet away, turned over and buried his face in the pillow.

Gu Tie stood up and got up. Sore limbs are inevitable, and bruises are also expected. He even found a bullet hole in his boots on the way to the bathroom, but in any case, he is much luckier than a sniper who started to get a fever from being bedridden. .

Natalia had already boiled the bath water. After solving her physical problems, Gu Tie took a hot bath in the wooden bathtub comfortably, wearing the shirt and overalls prepared early in the morning, while wiping her hair. While humming contentedly, he came to the living room. Except for the hostess, there is no one else in the living room.

"Good morning, Mr. Iron." Natalia was setting the tableware and nodding in greeting.

"Morning, Nata." Gu Tie waved his hand profusely, shaking his wet hair like a puppy.

"About what you said yesterday... about Bishnoy and Amber..." The hostess carefully placed the knife and fork perpendicular to the edge of the table, and adjusted them slightly to ensure they were parallel to each other. At the same time, she asked hesitantly, the Russian with a white Russian accent sounded slender and musical.

"My Russian is not very good, can you understand English?" Gu Tie sat on a dining chair, hugging the back of the chair, observing the actions of the hostess.

"Yes, but not good." Natalia replied.

"I can't make a curly tongue, I don't know what to say." Gu Tie stretched out his hand. "The old man is a good person. He may have met one and loved one, but he can't deny that he loves every woman sincerely, not the kind of-you know, trick you into bed-love."

The hostess lowered her head, a few strands of blond hair covering her eyes. She played with the knives, forks, plates, and salt shakers, making small angle adjustments.

Gu Tie suddenly felt something and looked around.

The square and square living room, on the west side is a log dining table with checkered tablecloths, eight dining chairs with backrests, on the east side is a single bed with checkered sheets, and two red beds are placed in front of the fireplace. Flocked single sofa, a coffee table.

Whether the dining table, chairs, bed and sofa are all placed upright, each right-angled side is perpendicular to the wall, the rectangular outlines of each piece of furniture are parallel to each other, and even the wood in the fireplace is neatly arranged, as if Soldiers waiting for review. This is not in line with the principle of combustion efficiency, Gu Tie thought.

"Stop, just right." He suddenly commanded.

Natalia stopped her hands, tilted her head to look at the knife and fork, pursed her mouth, and finally nodded.

"My dear, you are a very principled person." Gu Tie smiled.

"Obsessive-compulsive disorder, I know." The hostess pulled the chair and sat down, sighed, and sipped her hands. "Straight-line paranoia." She fiddled with a silver table knife uneasy.

"Cute little problem." Gu Tie commented.

"I used to work as a teacher in a kindergarten in Minsk. When those children repeatedly disrupted the order and messed up the lunch break crib, I hit them hard with a broom.

I was sent to the Kozlovich Mental Hospital in Grodno Oblast, 250 kilometers from Minsk. My parents never came to see me once because I was their damned shame. The hospital gave me a lot of clomipramine and carbamazepine. The drugs made me drowsy and tranced all day long. I gained 140 pounds and vomited from time to time. So... I don't think this is a cute little problem. "Natalia recalled calmly.

Gu Tie coughed twice and took a peek at the white Russian beauty who was impeccable in her face and body.

"Well, the old man rescued you from the mental hospital?" He asked with the guilty pleasure of prying into privacy.

"It's your shit." Barr appeared at the door of the living room, his face cold.

"Bishnoy, let's talk." The hostess stood up and greeted her.

"Well, I'll go for a walk." Gu Tie stuck out his tongue and hurriedly fled the battlefield.

Pushing open the door, the fresh air refreshes people. The hillside was covered with dense pasture with slightly yellowed grass, and a group of white goats gathered at the other end of the fence, licking the dew on the grass blades. The gentle hills are endless, and the high autumn sky is so blue that people are enchanting. On the hillside next to Professor Tariq's new grave, Aunt Sura and Amber stood. The two women were talking about something, and there were tears on their faces.

"Where is my black brother?" Gu Tie asked without seeing the timpani.

"Jogging. Be alert." Amber wiped the corners of his eyes, and answered nonchalantly.

The female soldier wore a light blue cotton dress provided by Natalia, wrapped her hair in a floral headband, and cried with a red nose, like a simple peasant woman who was aggrieved by farm work. There was a small black figure moving on the opposite hillside, and Gu Tie could barely recognize the timpani's posture. The three of them took a deep breath and looked at the green mountains in the distance.

Breakfast started fifteen minutes later. Gu Tie couldn't help looking at Baal and Natalia, but the face of the person involved was quite calm, including Amber.

"Iron, there is a tc-ii satellite receiver in the storage room. After breakfast, please collect relevant information. The others packed up. We set off on time at 10:30. There is a Federal Reserve 30 kilometers away. Warehouse, where we obtained vehicles and certificates and headed northeast from Chebsk into Russia. In order to avoid satellite reconnaissance, we set off in three batches and converged in the reserve warehouse." Barr cut the bacon while laying out.

"From the war years to the present, gtc's satellite reconnaissance methods have not improved much." Gu Tie commented.

"Thanks to the Framework Convention on Aerospace Reconnaissance (2035), the resolution of satellite photos is limited to the meter level." Amber smiled, using his thumb, index finger and **** to draw a cross on his chest.

Aunt Sura frowned. Catholicism and Orthodox churches draw the cross in the opposite direction, and teams with complex religious backgrounds are always a little bit awkward.

Natalia's eyes are not in contact with others, after eating the food on the plate, she lowered her head and fiddled with her knife and fork.

"How about Joe?" Gu Tie flushed the Italian Nunu's mouth on the hospital bed.

"I have a fever. I have taken the medicine. It is not dangerous, but it is very weak." Aunt Sura replied, "Feed him some honey and red cabbage soup. This kid is too aggressive. I should have let me carry it long ago."

People turned their heads to look at the snipers, and then lowered their heads to eat.

Barr sat across from Amber, and when they made eye contact, they moved away. The atmosphere on the dining table was very subtle. For a while, no one wanted to speak first, only the sound of chewing food colliding with knives and forks. Gu Tie added some salt to the omelette and threw the square salt shaker back on the table. Natalia turned the salt shaker a little dissatisfied until the four sides were aligned with the edge of the table.

"I will go online to confirm the news of your victory." Gu Tie dropped his fork and escaped from this awkward breakfast.

He strolled out of the wooden house and found a small storage room behind the house, which was filled with farm tools, cheese and animal skins, giving off an unpleasant smell.

Gu Tie clutched his nose, and found two big sealed crates under a pile of torn linoleum. Finding a crowbar to pry open the first box, Gu Tie found NATO-standard equipment enough to arm a squad, assault rifles, squad submachine guns, pistols, portable rocket launchers, rifle grenades, offensive grenades, and one well-maintained and covered The as-50 sniper rifle with thin light yellow gun oil. He took out a 9mm pistol and squeezed it, then threw it back, closed the lid as it was, knocked back the dowels one by one, and glued the sealing strips.

In the other box are body armor, a tablet computer, a satellite phone, a walkie-talkie, a large number of strange mechanical gadgets that cannot be named, and two satellite receivers. Gu Tie took a look at it. The bulky stainless steel shell made the base feel heavy. Various interfaces shone with the unique luster of gold. On the base stood a 40*40 cm square antenna, and the bottom was decorated with an inconspicuous brass nameplate. It is inscribed in Russian: tc-ii phased array satellite antenna/n**is navigation system design bureau.

Great! Gu Tie was so happy that he bounced three times.

This model of Russian gadgets is a sought-after item on the black market. He once saw scraps out of the Russian military from a friend. After repairs, it was used as a special interface for small-scale dos attacks. It worked stably for three years. Without restarting, plus the anti-reconnaissance function of automatic frequency hopping and address avoidance, it is a fetish that the folks cannot expect.