The sky was still bright, and the Martian midday sun shone on the ground. It seemed like the California Barracks in Miterland, the afternoon that Pegmount had been familiar with since he was fifteen years old.
Dazzling light shines through the gap cut in the bulkhead, opening a warm and bright fan in the originally dark space.
Fine white dust floats gently in the light.
The beams now hit Pegmount's back. Because of the long battle with Dajian, people often overlook that this guy is actually a tall and strong man. He has good shoulders, waist and body lines, like a standard powerful human warrior.
"Oh!" The death iron sword in his right hand passed through the light and shadow, the dust was washed away, and then it rose again... The long sword was already quietly leaning into the six hook nails on the back of the worn combat uniform.
Pegmont leaned over, his long hair hanging down to cover his sight, and his thick and strong beard pricked his neck. He picked up the six concentrated source energy blocks with his left hand, and picked up the two dried blocks with his right hand. Tough meat.
After thinking about it, he put down the dried meat first, and carefully stacked the six source energy blocks neatly with his left and right hands.
It was like the two sandwiches his obsessive-compulsive mother used to make for him every day.
Pegmont put the sandwiches, no, neatly stacked concentrated source energy blocks, and carefully stuffed them into the energy storage bag on the left side of his abdomen. He tried it again to make sure that he could take them out smoothly, then waved his arms to his back and slapped them into the metal box.
"I suddenly miss you, my old Carol, please don't be polite and humble, and keep using my name to scare the drunkards and drug addicts in my hometown neighborhood. After all, your son is called Pegmont. I remember that It was you who named me, and you raised me hard and firmly on your own."
"You even ran around in an apron and used your Remington M870 to drive away the bastards who tried to lead me into a fight. You were brave and strong and tried to protect me until you finally discovered that I was their leader..."
"If I hadn't met that unlucky dwarf on my fifteenth birthday, I think I would have become the boss of the Glen Block. Mom, I guarantee you."
"...Damn it, I miss the sandwiches you made even more right now. I'm sorry, Mom, my dear old Carol."
If only at this time, there could be a sandwich that was stacked neatly and no condiments were scattered, the morale of the Pegmont Army would definitely be high... Pegmont thought this way, and finally leaned over again and picked up the sandwich from the ground. Two pieces of seasoned red shoulder.
This is his food and poison on Mars. Over the past few months, Pegmount insisted that he could feed on them and continued to hunt them.
However, in the end, even Pegmount himself didn't know how much he actually ate and how much he vomited.
[A man with messy long hair and a thick beard, tall, strong, and fully armed, is standing in the light and shadow with his back turned, lowering his head to eat raw meat. 】
You will never see a human being in life who eats tenaciously, resolutely, and steadily with such a determined attitude.
Close your eyes, take a bite, hold the hand holding the food to your mouth, and slowly start chewing...until you swallow it.
This process is slower and longer than most people imagine, and it is also more tense. It is a kind of tension that human instinctive behavior should not have.
Then, there’s the next bite and the next determined chew…
The throat rolls from slow to fast to complete swallowing.
It took Pegmount nearly forty minutes to finally complete this pre-war food supply. After swallowing the two pieces of hard, dried meat, the foul-smelling red and blue blood stained his beard.
"Just in time, I think I should shave." After thinking about this sentence, Pegmont took about five minutes to finally suppress the nausea in his chest and throat.
Then he turned around in the light and shadow.
The sun hit his face, eyes, arms and palms.
The palm of the hand that has been holding the knife all year round is always rough, and there are some old scars. Pegmont lifted it, took off the sword from behind his shoulder, and then pressed the blade against the bulkhead with both hands.
"Swish, swish..." Rubbing slowly and forcefully again and again.
He seemed to want to sharpen the knife, but no, the death iron sword did not need to be too sharp. The result of this friction is that the bulkhead finally has a smooth mirror surface that can blur reflections.
This is the first time in more than nine months on Mars that Pegmount has focused on her image.
after all……
"If you can make yourself look a little more decent, I will give you the rank of captain, Peg." Once upon a time, the short General Pochen always said this to him.
However, Pegmont refused them all. He hated discipline, because discipline often equals sameness.
"Shit!" Pegmont laughed after being startled by his original middle-aged self in the mirror, "Okay, just think of it as the fighting image of the only human legion on Mars."
"Otherwise, if those blue fools happened to see it, they would think it was Martians fighting."
Using a large, 1.6-meter-long dead iron sword, Pegmont shaved off his beard with superb knife skills, leaving no trace behind. The dusty hair he shaved off might have weighed 500 grams.
In the blurry mirror, a young face, about half of which was actually only 28 years old, reappeared.
Now it was the hair's turn. Pegmont hesitated for a moment when he raised his arm. Due to the growth of hair, the pink patch on his forehead had now reached the corner of his mouth.
"No, Pink Peg chooses to refuse."
Putting the sword back on his back, Pegmont lowered his head and pulled out a piece of thread from a damaged corner of the combat uniform.
The combat uniform of Azure Super Combat Power has a double-layer structure. The thread ends belong to the outer layer and are woven from fine alloy threads with a small amount of dead iron added. Although it is far less difficult to destroy than dead iron, it is also soft in orientation. Retains strong toughness.
Finally, Pegmont removed a piece of alloy wire about thirty centimeters long.
He pushed most of his hair back and ran his hands through it a few times to make it look neater. Then, gather the remaining hair into a bundle and tie it firmly at the back of the head with alloy wire.
The pink patch is still noticeable.
"Old Phils didn't lie. He used the best hair dye for me."
Pegmont "Legion Commander" finally completed his pre-war preparations and stood there, smiling with satisfaction at the blurred human face in the mirror.
It felt good to see humans again.
Even though he knew that the person inside was him, after nine months of lonely life on Mars, Pegmont still felt sincerely at this moment: Human beings are really kind and lovely animals.
…………
The time had not yet come, and Pegmont waited stubbornly for the night as always.
He sat down in the cockpit of the T-type mothership, sitting in the sunlight coming through the gaps. When he chose to close his eyes, light and shadow, red and white, floated and swayed on his retinas like a halo.
A warm feeling occurs on the forehead, tip of the nose and chin...
Just like this, quietly, Pegmont checked every preparation in his mind, and tried to simulate various situations on the battlefield, as well as his only possible fighting method to win.
He didn't know how long he sat like this until the redness in his eyes gradually disappeared and the warmth on his face gradually disappeared.
It's time to take action.
Pegmont stood up and walked out of the ship's cabin calmly, more calmly than he had ever gone out to hunt before... He no longer had to worry about Big Point discovering him and coming here to attack him.
They are all in another area now, gathered together, ready for the final battle. Because they know that human being will definitely come. Just like those humans at the South Pole, when they rushed to the traction field like crazy...
The only source energy weapon on Mars, the Pegmont Legion VS the Ten Thousand Peaks, the prelude to the war has begun.
"Tum!"
When Peghunt left the cabin, he finally jumped to the top of the T-shaped mothership, stood up straight with his knife on his back, turned around and looked into the distance.
The setting sun is setting in the distance of the red planet, and the red sky clouds reveal white light in the gaps. It is very, very far away.
The huge plain, with its red and gray soil and stone walls extending endlessly, is sparse but has no outline, is far away but has no end point.
However, after passing through the clouds, crossing the endless deserts and plains, the last beam of light from the distant sky, haloed, still arrived in front of Pegmont.
Facing the last beam of light, Pegmont jumped out from the top of the battleship, and his feet landed on the ground of this distant planet. Due to gravity, his military boots were buried in the soft soil.
The thick dust was carried away by his forward steps.
This is Mars.
With Pegmont's poor knowledge of constellations, he certainly didn't know that this planet actually had another name, Mars, the God of War.
