Shen Rusong and others lived a miserable life in the quarry, hoping for chaos in the valley, but the valley was still in a peaceful and even affluent situation.
A hidden base somewhere in the valley.
This base buried deep underground has very distinct traces of the Renaissance Army and is full of the sense of technology that a modern army should have. But this is not in the records of the Renaissance Army, but in the records of the Wehrmacht before the war. Although Tong'an Mountain before the war was still deserted and lonely, its location on the border with the Empire destined Tong'an Mountain to have a series of early warning stations. These stations were abandoned many, many years ago, but the solid military quality of these bases made these bases in After reinforcement it still makes a very good garage.
These precious maintenance rooms were built in the same place as the standard armory of the Renaissance Army. As for the origin of these unopened armory boxes, everyone present had a tacit understanding and would not say too much.
"Old Pao, have you seen the backup fuel cell?" A yin-yang head with half of his hair shaved tied his cuffs tightly and held a tea cup in his mouth. Drinking tea while working is a unique skill of this yin-yang head. It is said that he learned it while working as a punishment soldier in the army farm. When making mushroom tea, he would just pull it out and chew it.
The guy called Old Cannon glanced at the comrades in the workshop who were so busy that even in the blink of an eye they felt like they were wasting their lives, he picked up a missing long arrow-shaped rod from the tool table, stuck it into the curved magazine, and said:
"Captain Xin took away the batteries after he came back. I only have three of my own in my hand. If you want to ask Captain Xin, I won't give them to you." As he said this, he held a magazine that was as wide as his palm. , stuck into the lower receiver, raised the notched rear sight and took a look at the human-shaped target.
"Ah, Captain Xin is either accompanying his wife or liaising with the tribe directly under the binder. Where did he find the other person?"
The head of Yin and Yang asked his colleagues one by one with some annoyance, and all the answers he received were "I didn't see it."
This is natural. Those present were all special forces members who had participated in the Xinghu battle and had returned from hunting the solitary fish. They are one of the few elites at the bottom of the valley who can face off against the Renaissance Army's special operations forces. Xin Twenty-four is the leader of this unit, with many and important responsibilities. He also reports directly to the leader of the "grey wild people" in the valley, the leader, and sometimes has to coordinate the recruitment of soldiers from the "舲" tribe and other tribes. Create new special forces. These are only relatively light duties. The most important thing is that Xin Twenty-four needs to compare the evil dragon scene tortured from Shen Rusong's subconscious with the evil dragon and solitary mermaid not long ago. But this matter is not enough for other people.
Lao Pao scratched his eyebrows out of habit, but there were rough and convex scars where he touched them, which were the marks of escaping from the army farm a few years ago. He was lucky, but he was only splashed by the incendiary bomb, and had to dive into the sand to save his big head.
"Bang!" A wrench sounded loudly, and Yin Yang Head finally shamelessly asked the technical officer for a spare battery. As for his one? Good tea in a cup is the answer. This is not tea stems produced in the valley, but Longshan tea that has been smuggled in. It is so expensive that one would be frightened by the price.
Think about it, the cycle of transporting materials from the Fuxing Army area under strict military management, across the tightly blocked Huijiang line, and through the Tongan Mountains where even safe routes are full of dangers, takes up to two to three months. A bullet will cost ten times as much when it reaches the valley.
And ten times the profit, going to the gallows is nothing. At a time when the alliance is increasingly liberalizing its material rationing system, courage is everything.
"Don't hit it on the head! It will break it!" Yin Yangtou picked up the helmet and screamed as the technical soldiers chased him, jumping up and down like a monkey.
"Battery! Battery! Don't you know how valuable a battery is?!" It was like a cook holding a kitchen knife and slashing all the way, which diluted the depressed atmosphere of many losing comrades. .z.
"Run! Run faster!" Lao Pao applauded.
"I saw with my own eyes that this guy sold the battery for 200 yuan and went to the kiosk over there in the big market!" Lao Pao finished loading the APS underwater rifle arrow-type ammunition. This was a sharp weapon during the Xinghu battle. Those extremely elite little white dragons were killed by this weapon. The assault rifle was not hit on the head underwater, but it lost its lethality after flying a few meters.
The old cannon whistled and walked to the press to reload the machine gun cartridge chain. He dipped a brush in some oil and applied it to the cartridge case, and shouted:
"The hair is still bright red! This guy is looking for
After catching a gorilla, he went to catch a dragon, and he even came up with new tricks himself! "
Under the disapproval of all the same enemies, Yin Yang's head was finally caught by the technical soldier. The latter picked up a wrench as thick as his forearm and smashed it until Yin Yang was dizzy and choked, and then he put it away.
"You have violated Article 2 of the 17th Military Discipline, which prohibits selling military assets without authorization. Your salary for this month will be completely forfeited! If you do it for the third time, you will have to go to court-martial!" The technical soldier followed Xin Twenty-four's words as he walked. said.
As soon as he was beaten, Yanbaji's yin and yang head immediately jumped up, he quickly took back his tea cup, and drank the tea with enjoyment. He exhaled with a sound of "Hey", and suddenly the air was filled with an intoxicating sweet fragrance. It's no wonder that Yin and Yang heads are addicted to tea. It's really cold. The sugar and tea rations in the valley are evenly distributed on everyone's head. A pinch is enough for one drink. If you want to drink more, you can only go to the internal black market where the big market supervisor is blind and spend a lot of money to buy it.
As winter approaches, smuggling routes become slower and more expensive. The material team sent from the Longshan surface base will be backlogged after crossing the Huijiang River, and cannot be transferred until the snow stops. Basically, we have to wait until February of the following year before we can slowly move forward. A box of good mushroom brick tea will be sold in small packets when it reaches the valley. Many of the people present had been to the Longshan surface base as prisoners or deserters. Even in prison, a pack of mushroom tea was the price of two cigarettes, but in the valley, it was a pack of authentic White Bird cigarettes.
To be honest, Lao Pao is also pretty hot-tempered, and this guy with a yin and yang head waits on him every day with tobacco, tea and wine. Xin Tou was an extremely generous officer, willing to give everything he had to his subordinates. At that time, he recruited this group of army farm slave workers, punishment soldiers, deserters, fugitives, and others who could not stand the doctrines of the Renaissance Army. The conditions he offered were: , here, there are no meaningless sacrifices, they are all rewards for paying a good price. As long as you abide by the rules here, you are free.
But how can a person with a family spend so much money? After Lao Pao escaped to the valley, he spent a fortune to rob his sweetheart who was still working as a slave laborer on the army farm. Now there is a son in the valley. The military pay here is generous, and the welfare allowance is enough for their family of three to live a decent and comfortable life in the valley. Life, but out of an intuition of missing civilization, Lao Pao had the idea of sending his family to the empire. He understood that the boss knew his thoughts, and under the agreement, he needed to complete the final contract before he could leave the valley and go to the empire to start over. He needs a lot of money, a lot of money. Otherwise, with Lao Pao's military pay level, it would be okay to drink a few glasses of Gold Coast a week.
"Yin Yang!" The technical soldier took off the hood of his military poncho.
The yin and yang head has sharp eyes, trotting away and standing in front of others, licking its face.
"This is my inventory. If you dare to sell batteries to the brothels again, don't blame me for cutting off your dick and feeding it to the orangutans!" The technical soldier took out a tritium battery the size of a palm from his arms and poked Yin Yang's forehead. superior.
"Okay, sir!" The Yin Yang leader immediately stood at attention and saluted solemnly. As soon as the technical soldier turned around and went in, the Yin Yang leader immediately raised his hands and shouted, "Next time, I will take you with me!"
"You...&%*! You are dead! Boy!" the technical soldier roared.
The atmosphere in the maintenance workshop immediately relaxed. Lao Pao put one hand on Leng Leng's shoulder and handed him a cigarette. Youyou said: "Half of the brothers are gone this time, carpe diem, carpe diem."
As if a direct relative had died, the technician inserted the fuel cell into the spare slot of the "Phoenix" exoskeleton. Three tritium batteries were enough to support the exoskeleton marching in the snow for several days and nights.
"Try to renovate as quickly as possible. There are some training missions later. If we miss the refueling window, we have to walk over." Lao Pao said.
Except for the veteran artilleryman, he is the oldest technical soldier here. He has been doing this since he fled to the valley due to strict discipline when he was 22 years old. On the one hand, the treatment is indeed generous, but on the other hand, he thinks that he will never go back. The Renaissance Army has always been firm in its attitude towards traitors, and there is no reconciliation. At least, there is no chance of reconciliation for a person of little value like him. .
The technical soldier finished what he was doing and fiddled with his ore radio when he had some free time. There is no radio station here, and the location of the valley needs to be kept secret to a certain extent. At least it cannot be made public to everyone, so naturally there is no such thing as a radio station. There are only privately produced radios and stations in the valley.
I hope to receive the radio signal of Longshan's official broadcast "Longshan Voice".
"It's almost ten o'clock," the technical soldier reminded.
The radio station at ten o'clock is hosted by a girl named Wang Xiaolin who graduated from Longshan University. Originally, most people in Longshan have rested at this time, but in order to listen to the newly released pre-war songs and the girl's graceful voice, everyone's schedule has changed. It was delayed by half an hour, even for those on this side of the valley.
"I know." Lao Pao returned.
He adjusted the knob of the radio he made. The treatment here is good and the military discipline is naturally strict. If you hide unauthorized items, you will be locked up and detained at the military point. The radio is also among them, but after all, Xin Twenty-four doesn't care much about this. Kind of thing.
"Hazelnut is dark brown, and I am also wearing dark brown clothes. Yes, that's right, my girlfriend must also have dark brown skin, just like me, hahahaha..."
"Change the channel, change the channel! The frequency is jumping!" Yin Yangtou, who escaped at some point, shouted. Beiqin is located south of Huijiang River. The radio in the valley can easily receive Beiqin's "Wartime Soldiers" in the direction of Fenglin Ruins. "Voice" broadcast. It seems that listening to a beautiful woman singing at ten o'clock is not the privilege of civilized people.
"Hiss, ssssss..." There was a burst of electric noise, and the old cannon quickly slipped the button. Listening to the radio is not a serious crime. If you are caught by the military police listening to the Crusader Radio, the matter can be big or small. The small one is a pack of cigarettes, the big one Just poke it up. ,
Xu was startled, and Lao Pao spent a lot of effort to tune into the Iron and Steel Radio Station. "1.5756.1057.1759.76015.460..." silently recited the wireless shortwave frequency.
"That's it for tonight's review. Next is the music broadcast. I wish everyone a good dream." Because the tuning frequency was delayed for a while, everyone only had time to listen to the host's voice.
"Hey, I'll go..." The technical soldier sighed. He jumped on the camp bed, covered with pillows, and didn't bother to listen to the next song.
Lao Pao tapped the surface of the ore radio lightly as if he had made a mistake.
"Songs are gently rippling on the water at dusk. The factories in the dusk are already shining. The trains are running fast and the lights on the windows are brilliant. The two young people are looking forward to me under the hawthorn tree. Oh, those dense hawthorn trees are full of white flowers... …”
The radio gurgled with a warm, distant and pure voice. The old man smiled as if he was self-deprecating, turned the knob, and cleared out the noise. He rested his chin on his hand and listened quietly to very old, very old pre-war songs.
"Why is our hawthorn tree so sad? As soon as the loud whistle stopped, I walked along the path to the tree..." The pillow that the technical soldier was covering his face with was removed at some point and turned into a pillow. At the back of his head, he stared at the ceiling with his eyes open. The cold rain dripped down the melted water into the bucket with the alum tablets.
Lao Pao stopped. He hesitated for a moment. It was ten o'clock. He always went to bed at this time every day, but he really wanted to listen, so he made a rare exception. He turned back to sit at the table and swept away the He picked up a few brass bullet casings on the table and stretched out the antenna. When he turned around, he found Xin Twenty-four standing at the door. He seemed to have stopped because of this song. Finish it.
"The breeze blows constantly, under the dense hawthorn trees, ruffling the hair of young fitters and blacksmiths. Oh, the dense hawthorn trees are full of white flowers on the branches, oh, why do you have to worry about your lovely hawthorn tree?" This was made by the workshop In fact, no one fell asleep in the temporarily converted dormitory. Just like the countless Longshan people, Imperial people, Valley people, and Imperial people who listened to the "Voice of Longshan", they also temporarily forgot that this was a cruel and no-room place. world.
Lao Pao thought of his mother, who seemed to have pigtails in her long memory.
"The stars in the summer night are looking at them both, but they don't know who is the cuter among them. Oh, which one is the bravest and the cutest? My dear hawthorn tree, please tell me, please tell me..."
Lao Pao stared at the frequency modulation of the radio.
