Although there was still light snow in the sky, it was already a good weather for the north. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Nail wiped the barrel of the gun in his hand boredly, and only occasionally glanced in the direction of the desperate mountains with his lookout glass—a frequency that decreased with the number of days he was stationed, and now he only looked at it almost two or three times a day, and spent the rest of his time tending to his musket and gossiping with his companions.

Maintaining the weapon was a meticulous job, and every half month or so, they would receive a thumb-sized "oil stick" wrapped in crust paper, which I heard came from the leftover waste grease from the soap factory. When needed, it must be baked hot and then applied to a special double-ended brush, one large and the other small, just enough to fit into the barrel and nest. In the past, each class would be equipped with cleaning tools, but now there are more and more factories and workshops in Neverwinter, and brushes have become a companion to the guns, almost one per person.

Of course, if you don't have a campfire available, you can also warm the stick in your arms or in your mouth. Although the First Army banned the consumption of this waste oil, there were still soldiers who would secretly smear a little bit of dry food and eat it as a condiment.

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

After all, the team responsible for staying in the north is basically veterans, some of them are one or two decades older than him, and if he hadn't participated in the primary education popularization class, this squad leader would not have been his turn. Looking at those former neighbors, uncles and uncles, the nail can only smile.

After assembling the disassembled parts one by one, the rifle became shiny again. He pulled the trigger several times to make sure that the empty gun was firing properly, and then he looked back to the position.

The autumn battle is still unforgettable, and as soon as he closes his eyes, he thinks of the young woman in the red robe. It was in this bunker that he witnessed her death. Even though he knew that the other party was an enemy and a pure person of the church, the sight of him struggling in the rain of bullets still made him feel uncomfortable. Had it not been for the Iron Axe's orders and his service to His Majesty, he would have left the army and returned to his job, a steam engine operator in a mine.

Although still in the First Army, Nails decided to transfer from the machine gun team to the observer of the protection of the machine gunners. knew that his behavior was a bit of a self-deception, but he never could cross the barrier in his heart.

After a bloody battle, the blood-soaked battlefield was now nowhere to be seen, the barbed wire fence had long since been removed, and only a dozen or so wooden stakes remained, and the trenches had been filled with snow, and the field would have looked no different from the surrounding land if it weren't for the few pillboxes still standing. Except for them, no one knew that just a few hundred meters in front of the first row of wooden stakes, more than 2,000 people had died here.

"Squad leader, I'm running out of firewood in the stove, I'll go and move some in the field," said a soldier about the same age as nails, referring to the stakes that were used to hold the barbed wire fences, "or the team will blame us for not being able to make up for it." ”

"But it's duty time...... "Nail shook his head, "it's not good to be seen by others." ”

"They won't say anything," said another veteran, laughing, "and it's freezing on this day, who cares if we move something to keep warm." Besides, it's been a few months, and the gang of bastards in the church can't even see half a figure, and they can't find them at this time. ”

This was unanimously echoed by everyone.

Nail also knew that the other party was right, there were still 500 people left in the camp at the beginning, and according to the requirements of the iron axe, they continued to be stationed at the foot of the Cold Wind Ridge Mountain, in case of the dying counterattack of the church or the invasion of evil beasts. However, none of the expected enemies appeared, probably because the upper authorities thought that the situation would not change significantly, and the defenders also withdrew more than 200 people one after another, and the rest were basically only patrols, taking turns to stay in the pillboxes to monitor the movement in the northwest.

He hesitated, but finally agreed to the soldier's request, "You are too slow to move alone, call two more to go with you." ”

The latter whistled, "Yes, chief!"

The nail turned around and picked up his goggles and looked at the end of the snow, but as far as the eye could see, it was still white, as if it 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 stood out against the white background.

He was stunned, then shouted, "Wait!"

The soldiers who had already reached the top of the stairs immediately stopped, and the other people around the stove also gathered together, "Is there a situation?"

The nail wiped the lens with the felt on the neckline, and looked northwest again, this time with more black spots. He held his breath and watched intently for a moment, only to realize that it was a figure slowly moving in the snow.

"Blow the horn of the alarm! Someone is approaching the position!"

"Woo woo woo woo ——————————" As the sound of the horn spread over the field, the whole camp suddenly boiled.

Carrying a spear, Nailed led his squad out of the bunker, formed a line of guns around the bottom of the tower, and set the barrels of the guns on sandbags covered with snowflakes. Since the trenches had been filled with snow, they could only shrink their lines and defend with heavy machine gun fire.

"Someone from the church?" someone asked.

"Who else would it be if it weren't for them?" the veteran muttered in displeasure, "Cold Wind Ridge has long been abandoned by His Majesty, and the only ones who can come from that direction are Hermes, and I underestimate them." ”

"There won't be another horde of monstrous warriors, we don't have an artillery battalion to support us this time. ”

"What are you afraid of, I don't believe that they can run around in the snow. The veteran spit, "Either you don't wear armor, or you obediently trap yourself in the pit as a target." ”

"Chief, distance?"

"At least a thousand meters away," Nail looked at the suspicious target and couldn't help frowning, "Strange, something is wrong......

"What's wrong?"

"They...... It's not quite like a divine punishment army. ”

"Could it be that the Church sent the Inquisitors to send them to their deaths?" everyone breathed a sigh of relief, if it was just an ordinary Inquisition samurai, it was absolutely impossible for them to rush in front of them under the crossfire of the machine-gun bunkers.

"It's not a judgment army...... Not only are they not wearing any armor, they don't even have a few pieces of good clothing," Nailed said, holding up his lookout glasses, and was amazed, "Oh my God, how did these people get down the hill......? It's like a bunch of refugees!"

"It's also possible that the Divine Punishment Samurai disguised as a refugee," the veteran shrugged, "Hey, where are you going?"

"I'll tell them to stop!" said Nail Head without looking back, "or the other squads will shoot them!"