Although there was still a little snow in the sky, it was already good weather for the north.
Nails wiped the barrel of the gun in his hand boredly, and occasionally glanced in the direction of the Desolate Mountains with the observation mirror. This frequency continued to decrease with the increase of the garrison date. Up to now, he would only look at it two or three times a day. The next time was spent maintaining the musket and chatting with his companions.
Maintaining weapons is a meticulous job. Every two weeks or so, they can receive a thumb-sized "oil stick" wrapped in cardboard paper. I heard that it comes from the leftover waste grease from the soap factory. When you need to use it, you have to bake it hot first, and then apply it to the special double-ended brush, the latter one is big and the other is small, just enough to be inserted into the barrel and cartridge. In the past, each class would be equipped with cleaning tools, but now there are more and more factories and workshops in Neverwinter City, and brushes have also become a supporting item for guns, and almost every person has one.
Of course, if you don't have a campfire, you can also warm up the oil stick in your arms or in your mouth. Although the First Army has banned the consumption of this waste oil, there are still soldiers who secretly smear a little of it when distributing dry food, and eat it with relish as a condiment.
As the squad leader, he usually chooses to turn a blind eye.
After all, the teams in charge of staying in the northern border are basically veterans, some of whom are a decade or two older than him. If he hadn't participated in the elementary education popularization class, he would never have been the monitor. Looking at those former neighbors, uncles and uncles, Nail can only smile.
After the dismantled parts were assembled in sequence, the rifle became shiny again. He pulled the trigger several times to confirm that the empty gun was firing normally, and then moved his sight back to the position.
The sniper battle in autumn has been unforgettable until now, and as soon as he closes his eyes, the young woman in the red robe will appear in his mind. It was in this bunker that he had 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. If it weren't for Iron Axe's order and his retribution to His Majesty, he might have left the army and returned to his job as a steam engine operator in the mining area.
Although still in the First Army, Nail decided to transfer from the machine gun crew and become an observer to protect the machine gunners. He knew that his behavior was a bit self-deceiving, but he still couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart.
After a bloody battle, the battlefield where the ground was soaked with blood can no longer be seen. The barbed wire has long been removed, and only a dozen wooden stakes are left. The trenches are also filled with snow, if not Several bunkers still stand, and this field looks no different from the surrounding land. Except for them, no one knew that just a few hundred meters in front of the first row of stakes, more than 2,000 people died here.
"Squad leader, there's almost no firewood in the stove, I'll go to the field to bring some," said a soldier about the same age as a nail, referring to the piles used to fix the barbed wire. Blame us for not making 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," another veteran laughed. "It's freezing cold, who cares if we move something to keep warm. Besides, it's been several months, and even half of the scumbags in the church are half of them. I can't see the shadows, and I can't find it at this time."
This was unanimously echoed by everyone.
Nail also knew that the other party was right. At the beginning, there were still 500 people in the camp. According to Iron Axe's request, they continued to station at the foot of Cold Wind Ridge to prevent the church's dying counterattack or the invasion of evil beasts. However, none of the expected enemies appeared, probably because the superiors thought that the situation would not change much, and the defenders also evacuated more than 200 people one after another, and the rest were basically only in the form of patrols, taking turns Stay in the bunker and monitor the movement of the northwest.
He hesitated for a while, and finally agreed to the soldier's application, "It's too slow for you to move alone, let's call two more to go together."
The latter whistled, "Yes, boss!"
Nail turned around, picked up the observation mirror and looked towards the end of the snow. The place as far as the eye could see was still white, as if it would never change.
Just when he was about to take out the pistol and wipe it, two or three black spots suddenly appeared in his field of vision, which stood out against the white background.
He was startled, then shouted, "Wait!"
The soldiers who had reached the stairs immediately stopped, and the other people around the stove also gathered around with a hula, "Is there any situation?"
Nail wiped the lenses with the felt of the neckline, looked northwest again, and this time, the black spots became a little more. He held his breath and observed it for a while, only to realize that it was actually a figure walking slowly in the snow.
"Blow the warning horn! Someone is approaching the position!"
"Woo woo woo" With the sound of the horn spread over the field, the entire camp suddenly boiled.
Nail carried a long gun, and took the members of his team down to the bunker, formed a gun array around the bottom of the tower, and put the gun barrels on the sandbags covered with snow. Since the trenches had been filled with snow, they could only shrink the front line and defend the auxiliary heavy machine gun fire points.
"A person from the church?" someone asked.
"Who else would it be if it wasn't for them?" the former veteran muttered displeasedly, "Cold Wind Ridge has long been abandoned by His Majesty, and only Hermes can come from that direction, but I underestimated them. "
"There won't be a lot of monster-like warriors appearing again. This time we don't have the support of the artillery battalion."
"What are you afraid of, I don't believe that they can run around in the snow." The old soldier spat, "Either don't wear armor, or let Lao Tzu obediently fall into the pit as a target."
"Boss, 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... don't look like God's Punishment Army."
"Could it be that the Church sent the Judgment Army to die?" Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. If they were just ordinary Judgment Warriors, it was absolutely impossible for them to rush to them under the crossfire of the machine gun bunkers.
"It's not the Judgment Army... They not only don't wear armor, they don't even have a few pieces of clothing intact," Nail held up the observation mirror, surprised, "God, how did these people come down the mountain? They look... It's like a bunch of refugees!"
"It may also be a God's Punishment Warrior disguised as a refugee," the veteran shrugged. "Hey, where are you going?"
"I'm going to make them stop!" Nail said without turning his head, "otherwise the other squads will definitely shoot them!"