Chapter 121

"The door is sealed."

Kairisa once again confirmed that the two gates of the stronghold were stable enough, and then sat down next to Bahram,

Since Ford died, his words have become less.

I don't know whether it's because there are no bickers or something else.

Bahram is baking his compressed ration stick on the fire. It is now cold and hard. Like the stones on the ground, it can't be eaten without baking.

However, even with this kind of food, each of them has only two.

After comforting, Bahram simply counted the supplies.

In addition, they have 22 ration sticks, 486 bullets, 8 basically full kettles, a machine gun, 164 machine gun bullets, a signal gun and three signal bullets.

Unfortunately, the equipment of the dead was not recovered, including three smoke bombs, which are estimated to have been searched.

These things can't be said much, but they are enough for six of them.

Bahram redistributed the bullets and food so that everyone could eat tonight.

He even gave the boys on the top of both nests an extra ration stick to thank them for bringing signal guns and maps.

The campfire warmed the cold stronghold, but the boys around didn't talk much. There was only chewing and hard swallowing in the air, and occasionally there was the sound of drinking water.

This situation lasted for half an hour.

"Well..."

Bahram sipped carefully, then tightened the lid of the kettle and put it beside him.

"Are you... Okay?"

Hearing his words, the two boys sitting opposite him looked at each other and nodded.

"OK."

"At least alive."

Bahram sighed softly, and his shoulders sank a little.

"You know Ford very well."

"Yes, we are all from Xiwa chaodu. Their family has four children. He is the youngest."

One of the boys replied.

Bahram could not help but think of Ford. He remembered the scene when the other party fell to the ground and slowly stopped breathing. He also remembered watching Ford's body be shot through.

"I see."

Bahram nodded.

"After the trial, we should all mourn for him."

"I'm from Somus nest, from salt town."

He volunteered:

"My grandfather used to be a member of the top of the nest, but I grew up at the bottom of the nest."

This is the second time since he met Homer that he mentioned his origin and family.

"Me too, but I'm not from the same place as him. I'm from tiegou city."

In general, Homer rarely introduces himself, but something about bachram makes him willing to open his heart. This person makes him have a strange sense of closeness

"Iron hook City, er..."

Kailisa, who was eating rations, was stunned for a moment, and then shook her head.

"You seem to know it well?"

Bahram looked at the big man who could carry the machine gun alone. If it weren't for him, they might not have brought the machine gun back, so Bahram also gave him an extra ration.

"Well... That place is very famous and bad, probably."

Kailisa's answer was vague and her eyes dodged.

Haomo didn't know how to answer. The miserable life in the slums was really difficult to describe in words, so he pretended not to hear each other, but lowered his head to tidy up his bullet belt.

At this time, he noticed that his hands stained with the dry blood of others had become sticky.

Suddenly, a boy opposite said:

"It's very bad. I seem to have some impression. A few years ago, some anti imperial dissidents made trouble there. I heard that they occupied an ancient arms factory. Is that what they mean?"

Homer shook his head and said nothing, but painful memories poured into his head.

His father was a law enforcement member of the law enforcement department and died in the battle.

He was 6 that year, which was a turning point in Homer's life and a dark moment that threw his family into poverty and despair.

But it was only the pain in his heart. He restrained them and said briefly:

"It happened a few years ago. Finally, all the bastards were caught."

"Good results."

Bachram, who didn't know the inside story, shook his head.

"That kind of clutter shouldn't run around Somus, but we have to admit that there are fewer and fewer peaceful days. There is always trouble under the nest. Grandpa said that the upper level is not better than there. I hope the arrival of star knights can change all this."

"They won't stay here forever."

Robin said suddenly and picked a campfire with a branch.

"Their journey is a vast group of stars. This is just their temporary foothold. I just like this to become astat. I've had enough of this boring little planet."

"Is that so?"

Bahram looked at the mysterious companion curiously. Robin's identity has always been a mystery. He never mentioned it himself. Probably only the star Knight knows his details.

"What about you? Why do you want to be astat?"

He looked at them again.

"Glory."

They answered with one voice.

"Boring reasons."

Carissa hissed.

"Ignorant children talk about glory all day. My purpose is very direct. I just want to be strong. I've beaten enough weak chickens. I'm going to beat some hard! I heard that the green skin next door is very fierce."

Only haomo became unusually quiet. Bahram looked at him and worried about whether he had said something wrong before.

But before he spoke, the other party stood up, melted into the shadow of the corner, leaned there and closed his eyes.

The dinner ended in this way. Everyone rushed to have a rest. They all ran around for a day and fought for a day. Their physical strength was already close to the limit.

However, Bahram couldn't sleep. He was thinking about how the back of the team could survive this cruel survival game and become a winner.

Now, this is almost a miracle.

"We beat the garbage away."

In the jungle outside the stronghold, a pair of dark green highlights emerged from the darkness, followed by the second pair, the third pair

It's like a pack of wolves lurking in the dark forest

"Kill one and the others will run away."

"Yes."

Wearing camouflage clothes, they are almost integrated with the jungle at night. Only the occasional light spots show their existence.

The head nodded, but his eyes kept staring at the high stronghold.

"Dade, you say, how many of them are left."

"Well, judging from the bodies on the ground, it's about six."

"Do we have a chance to win it in one breath?"

"It should be OK, but there will be casualties."

"Then I have an idea now."

In the dark, Oscar gave a deep laugh and clenched the bloody walkie talkie on his hand.