Twenty Seven Years

   "Boom!!"

  Wilak and another young comrade who had just come downstairs were shocked when they heard the explosion.

   "Comrade Verak! We—"

   "Evacuate first!" Verak pushed the young comrade, finished speaking to Connie who was in charge of the lookout downstairs, and rushed towards the direction of the voice.

  The gunfire over there was too intense, accompanied by explosions. Obviously, the six comrades who were arranged there did not follow the plan, and retreated immediately after firing the shots.

   A bunch of idiots!

  Verak cursed inwardly while running.

   It doesn't matter if the assassination fails! They still have tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and thousands of days to fight for!

  How could six young and precious lives be lost for someone like Maxim!

   But at the same time, he knew in his heart that if it were him, he would do the same!

   It is not only to avenge the hundreds of comrades who have sacrificed in the past few months, but also to let the later comrades walk a better path!

   Before he arrived, there were speeding cars in front of him.

   This is the Scavenger Caravan!

  Verak hid aside and secretly checked the situation.

  The convoy was supposed to go the other way so it could reach the station. Now that there was a fight, it was odd that the convoy didn't turn around or go straight.

   Did Maxim change direction because he was worried about an ambush ahead? Then why didn't he just go straight back?

Or…

   "Hello, where is the largest hospital in Uno City?" Verak asked the pedestrians who were also watching the scene.

   "Over there." The pedestrian pointed in the direction the convoy was heading.

   Sure enough...

  It seems that Maxim is very likely to be injured.

  The question is how many injuries?

   Is it scratched, or is it dying?

  Verak decided to go to the ambush point, looking for some people who witnessed the incident to understand the situation, and the most important thing is to confirm that the six comrades are safe.

  After it took more than ten minutes to arrive, the scene was unexpectedly not blocked, but the street was in a mess, with a few cars parked, some places had obvious signs of being hit, and bloodstains and human body fragments could be seen everywhere on the ground...

   Just looking at these, Verak can imagine how tragic battles took place here not long ago.

  Walking on the side of the road, he saw a resident cautiously going out, and hurried forward to hand him a cigarette: "Hello, what happened just now?"

   "Ah...you are..." The citizen looked shocked and took the cigarette.

   "The people on the next street came over when they heard the sound." Verak didn't give the other party a chance to think, and lit a match to light his cigarette.

   "Ah, thank you." The citizen was controlled by Verak.

   "What's the matter? Do you know?" Verak also lit a cigarette and looked around while smoking.

   "Maxim, you know, right? It's the big man from Winterhold, the one who sealed the city and caught the party."

   "I know." Verak narrowed his eyes and said.

The citizen covered his nose, unwilling to smell the nauseating smell of blood in the air: "He was attacked when he was passing here just now, and was blown up to death...you didn't see that scene, it was really scary ..."

  Hearing this, Veraker's face changed, and his tone was suppressed, so he was only a little surprised: "He was killed by the bomb? Are you sure?"

   "I'm sure, I saw it with my own eyes." The citizen vowed.

   "But I saw that their car seemed to be going to the hospital." Verak confirmed the news.

   "At that time, those who were standing together were blown up to the point where their heads were not heads and their legs were not legs. They went to the hospital and couldn't put together a human figure anymore. What are they going to do..." The citizens shook their heads, thinking it was unnecessary.

   "Who attacked them?"

   "It is estimated that they are people from the rebellious party. There should be no one else besides them."

   "Then what about them? Did they die, were they captured, or did they escape?" Veraker tightened his heart, hoping that the citizens would give a good news.

  The citizen took a puff of smoke: "I don't know if anyone escaped. Anyway, the scavenger killed five or six of them. In the end, a man popped out with a grenade and died with Maxim..."

  Villac took a puff of cigarette and let it out: "...Thanks."

"fine."

  After bidding farewell to the citizen, Verak asked a few more questions. Their answers were exactly the same, except that their positions were different, and the details they saw were somewhat different.

  According to their words, Verak roughly reproduced in his mind what happened here half an hour ago.

  Maxim did relax his vigilance, but the members of the scavengers were well-trained, and they took corresponding precautions in a very timely manner after being assassinated, which made the assassination of comrades not go smoothly.

  After that, none of the six comrades chose to evacuate, and they all tried their best to prevent Maxim from leaving the ambush area.

  After that, they suffered heavy losses. At the last moment, the only surviving comrade killed Maxim with a grenade, and he himself died in the explosion.

  When he left the city, Verak held his breath in his heart, and wanted to sigh but couldn't.

  He and Vladislav and others have studied for so long in order to obtain a plan that can minimize losses.

  Although the current result may be the smallest loss, but six living comrades were sacrificed because of this, and Verac still couldn't easily see it away.

  If the plan can be more careful, if I can predict Maxim's route more accurately, and fight side by side with the six comrades...

  Actually, Veraker didn’t know whether the result would change even if this was the case.

  Thinking about these meaningless things is probably purely to distract your mind and reduce the impact of some negative emotions on yourself.

  Out of the city, after meeting with the other two teams of comrades who obeyed the order and left, Veraker did not hide anything, and told them what happened during the investigation.

  The remaining dozen or so people looked solemn and fell into grief.

  The sacrifice of their companions is still a relatively unfamiliar feeling to them.

   Verac, who has experienced countless times, still cannot learn to comfort others better.

   This seems to be a road with no shortcuts at all, and it can only be passed step by step.

   "Let's go."

   After a long time, he only uttered two words, and then walked in the front, chasing the large army led by Vladislav.

  —

  September 13, evening

  Vilak brought more than a dozen comrades who carried out the assassination mission to the surrounding area of ​​Fulin City and joined Vladislav.

   During the two days on the road, the news of Maxim's death has spread all over the place.

  Vladislav saw the report of the sacrifice of comrades in the newspaper, and now looking at the team in front of him, which was obviously less than one-third of the number of people, he couldn't help blushing: "You... you have worked hard."

   "They are great." Virak commented, "They used their lives to avoid the sacrifice of more comrades."

   "Get some rest, tomorrow we will hold a mourning meeting for them." Vladislav did not let the atmosphere remain low for too long, and invited the group to the camp to sit down, eat something and drink some hot water.

   "I...should be leaving tomorrow." While drinking water, Verak spoke humanely to Vladislav, Arseni and others.

   "So fast..." Vladislav was a little bit reluctant.

"The half month I originally said, it has been almost a month since we set off from Winterhold. Everything has been done. The future of Bash must be bright, and it is time for me to go." Verak wanted to use this kind of non-stop way overshadows many sorrows.

   Arseni supported Veraker's idea: "Whatever you need, we will prepare for you."

   "Just bring some food and some money." Verak has a gun himself, so there is no need to ask for help.

   "Okay, I'll get it done." Arseni got up and left.

Verak wanted to say "don't be in such a hurry", but he couldn't say it for a few seconds, and finally looked at Vladislav: "Is there any news from your side? Murphy who came here from Brecy Where is comrade?"

"He was sent to the border area by the comrades at the Stearl substation about a week ago, but because of the language barrier, we ran around during this time without a fixed place to stay, so he didn't move anymore, waiting for your next step movement," said Vladislav.

"Just let him stay. Comrade Connie and I will go find him." Both Verac and Connie can speak Bash, and it is much easier to find Murphy than Murphy himself, and they will go to Montrego, from the border Walking closer, this can be regarded as the way.

   "Well, I'll ask them to send a message to the Sder sub-station." Vladislav agreed.

  It was getting late, and Verak, Vladislav, Arseni and others made a brief plan for the subsequent development direction of the substation, and then arranged to fall asleep.

  The next day, the morning of September 14th

  Everyone got up early and held a mourning meeting for the six comrades who died in the assassination of Maxim.

  After the mourning service was over, Verac and Connie packed up their things, bid farewell to the comrades at the substation, and embarked on the long road to meet Murphy and head to Montrego.

  September 20

  The two finally arrived at the border, and under the support of comrades at the Sder substation, they joined Murphy who had been here for almost half a month.

   "Murphy!" In the secret site, Verak strode towards Murphy, putting his hands on his arms that seemed to be stronger, "How do I feel that you have grown taller?"

   "Probably not." Murphy smiled.

   "Yes, you are still young, it is normal for you to grow up again." Seeing old friends again, Verak was very happy, "How is it? Is everything okay at the club school?"

  Murphy nodded: "It's all good. It is estimated that Principal Keating has started closer cooperation and research with Comrade Winston and the others."

   "Really? I really want to go back and see what has changed over the past few months." Verac has been away from Laizein for almost three months, and he believes that three months is enough time for the International Equality League to take on a new look.

"If you-"

"I'm just kidding, it's a month's journey back and forth, it's unnecessary." Verac interrupted Murphy, and after explaining, he looked at Connie again, "This is Comrade Connie, these three Yue has been following me and is responsible for protecting my safety. She is also proficient in martial arts, so I told her about you. She is very curious about you after hearing your experience, and has long wanted to meet you. "

   "Hi, I'm Murphy." Murphy shook hands with Connie.

   "My name is Connie." Connie looked up at Murphy, who was about half a head taller than herself, "If you don't mind, we can exchange ideas."

  Verak didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement: "Yes, we can communicate with each other."

   "Yes." Murphy readily agreed, and then changed the subject, "Verak, when are we going to leave?"

   "Take a break today and leave tomorrow, how about it?" Verac knew that Murphy was in a hurry, and was anxious to return to his hometown and make it better.

   "Don't you need to rest for a few more days because you are so busy?" Of course, Murphy was eager to get to Montrego sooner, but he was more concerned about whether Veraker and the others could survive.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to wait. Don't worry, we'll leave on time tomorrow." Veraker looked at Murphy as if he were his own brother, his eyes full of appreciation and expectation, "We haven't been idle for a while, I understand In the environment of Menglege, I can easily recognize characters and so on, and I will ask you more on the way there."

   "No problem." How could Murphy refuse.

  The blunt Connie raised her chin outward: "If you have nothing to do now, let's go and practice?"

   "Are you sure you don't need to take a break?"

   "No, let's go."

   "Go, she has been looking forward to today." Vera pulled Murphy to follow Connie, and several comrades who were stationed here at the Sdr sub-station also went to watch curiously.

  The two fought outside for more than a dozen rounds, and Murphy won the final victory.

"I won you with my physical advantage. Your fighting skills are much more exquisite than mine. It can be seen that the basic skills are quite solid. It seems that I will ask you more on the road." Murphy is not proud of winning Don't be impatient, I affirmed Connie's strength, and sincerely look forward to communicating with Connie and making progress.

   "I'm also convinced. Comrade Verac is right. Montrego's fighting skills are profound." After the competition, Connie smiled generously.

   "No injuries, right?" Verak applauded the wonderful exchange.

"No."

"No."

   "Then hurry up and go back to rest, there is still a long way to go from tomorrow." Verak greeted everyone back, and then personally discussed with the comrades at the substation to prepare for the trip.

  Meng Lege is now divided by warlords, and there are countless people who dare to become kings with a few guns in their hands.

  The original unified national currency has repeatedly depreciated, and is gradually not recognized by various warlords, and the new currency they voluntarily promoted has become popular.

  Besides their own, currently only internationally recognized gold coupons that can be exchanged for gold are hard currency, and they don’t have to worry about spending them wherever they go.

  Verak greeted them in advance, and the sub-station helped them prepare a lot of gold coupons. Relying on these gold coupons, the expenses of the three of them in the future will not be a problem.

  The other most important thing is the weapon.

  Meng Lege has become a mess, and bandits emerge in endlessly. If you want to ensure safety, hard power is the key.

  This time Verak prepared two guns and enough bullets for each of them to deal with critical situations.

   After a busy schedule, the time came to September 21st.

  It was just dawn, and after breakfast, Verac took Murphy, Connie and the comrades in the substation to say goodbye, and headed south to another place that needed to be changed.