Vault 32

Chapter 78 Arrival
Twenty military trucks formed a long line, and with the roar of the gas pedal, they rampaged on the highway heading south in Alaska.Boxes and boxes of rifle bullets and machine gun bullets were lined up in the carriages, and various types of mortar shells and defensive grenades had also been boxed and stuffed into other carriages.

A large amount of weapons, equipment and daily necessities have been loaded into these twenty ten-wheeled military trucks, and they are quickly transported to their destinations.And the 60-member army was also squeezed into four military trucks, staggering and cursing the driver's driving skills, while wrapping their woolen blankets tightly around their bodies, clinging to each other, eager to see Juneau City as soon as possible.

Even Liszt, who was sitting in the co-pilot, squinted slightly and looked ahead, falling into a thought of wanting to fall asleep.The air conditioner on the Hummer armed off-road vehicle is still quite effective. The warm air-conditioned air blows out like a hot summer day. If Cassius hadn't opened the window from time to time, he would have fallen asleep long ago.

"Hey, Cassius, don't you feel sleepy?"

Slowly raising his hand, Liszt lowered his eyebrows and looked at the time on his watch. He estimated the distance to Juneau in his mind. It was about less than half an hour away.The howling cold wind appeared next to his temples again, and a chill also cheered up his groggy mind. Liszt turned to look at Cassius's excited smile, and couldn't help but sigh: "Like you Young man from a very wealthy family, have you never been to Alaska before?"

From the veteran training camp back then, it was obvious that Cassius was a kid from a rich family.Although they all ate the same food and lived in the same dormitory, the fussy cleanliness and teasing tone all showed the superiority of this guy's life.In fact, Cassius has never denied that he is a wealthy class.

"Oh, to be honest, it's really the first time for me to visit Alaska."

With a slight shrug, Cassius unceremoniously took out a box of xylitol from the pocket of the magic stick next to him, threw two pieces into his mouth, and handed them to Liszt, the magic stick and the driver at the same time. Chewing on the sweet taste, he shook his head helplessly and said, "Our family management is very strict. If it wasn't for the war, I guess I'm still learning etiquette."

However, while Cassius was talking, he touched his chin and turned his head to look at the serious-looking magic stick beside him.Although they have only known each other for less than a month, after getting acquainted with him, he already understood that this guy is quite religious, so he couldn't help raising his eyebrows and said: "Did God teach you how to use the M16 rifle in your hand?" kill?"

"That's what you Mor-mons do, misinterpreting the glory of God."

The young man nicknamed the magic stick frowned slightly, and felt a little dissatisfied with Cassius's presumptuous language.He looked at Cassius very seriously, drew a cross on his forehead and chest with one hand, and said with a serious face: "I am also a military chaplain, and I hold the scriptures to prevent you from being hurt by the devil because of the war." The temptation to hold the M16 rifle is to prevent your soul from being taken away by the devil."

Cassius didn't expect the magic stick to say such a beautiful sentence, he opened his mouth deftly, and couldn't think of anything to refute for a while.And his appearance was also seen by the driver in the rear car mirror, and he laughed gleefully and said, "Cassius, if you were lured to hell by the devil, I think those thick guys will definitely I really like your undeveloped little daisy!"

"As the second-in-line heir of the Blackhall family, there are not many people who dare to do this!"

Chewing the xylitol chewing gum in his mouth vigorously, Cassius raised his head slightly. The full head of blond hair and handsome face also fully demonstrated the superiority of his blood.The so-called pedigree is also some advantage that Cassius has mentioned from time to time. Of course, after he was punched to the ground when provoking Liszt, he never brought up this topic again.

"But what makes me curious is, where is your Blackhall family?"

The driver, Garcia, is also a veteran. He also participated in the Mexican War and drove an M60 main battle tank. He also set a record of destroying two permanent Mexican bunkers.Of course, they were already familiar with each other in the training camp back then, and they themselves were chewing xylitol gum vigorously, and asked Cassius curiously: "Why don't you guys enjoy your life while you are so rich? How did you come here and go to the front with us?"

His question obviously got to the point, and the magic stick who had finished praying devoutly couldn't help but turn his head and look at Cassius.There was also a certain curiosity in their eyes, which made Cassius awkwardly stretch out his hand to loosen his tie, and frowned impatiently: "Our family is on the same island, but don't think of me as someone with whom I belong." Are you different beings, why can't I come to the front line?"

"Maybe it's because you're bored and want to find excitement?"

Garcia raised his eyebrows vigorously, looked at Cassius' handsome face and extremely heroic blond hair, subconsciously looked at his face in the rearview mirror that he was only in his twenties, and looked as if he was in his thirties , couldn't help but sighed and said: "If I had the best red wine and beautiful women, I wouldn't come to the front line."

"But you didn't, Garcia." The magician next to him seemed to despise their desire to worship the life of the rich. He frowned and looked at Garcia's expression of enjoyment in the rearview mirror, and couldn't help but turn his head slightly. He motioned to Liszt and said: "Look at Major Liszt. He can fight out from the hands of those Mexican guerrillas. He is much better than you guys who only know how to eat, drink and have fun."

"The title of Butcher of Heaven cannot be created by anyone."

However, the words of the magic stick made Cassius and Garcia's presumptuous expressions slightly restrained, especially Garcia, who had participated in the Mexican War, was driving forward, and he couldn't help turning his head to look at the quietly sitting co-pilot next to him. Up, looking at Liszt in front of him.He licked his tongue slightly, and his tone was somewhat respectful: "Major Lister's reputation is even circulated in the current US federal army!"

"Yes, although the public opinion is somewhat negative, we in Wanghaiya's family are full of affirmation and admiration for Major Liszt's methods at the most critical moment."

Cassius also nodded, and the previous presumptuousness and ridicule in his tone were no longer present.Although they can sometimes joke in front of Liszt, or brag and spank each other, they are quite serious on this topic.Especially when they learned that the legendary Liszt was the Liszt in front of them, they never joked with each other on this topic, because as soldiers, they needed the leadership ability of an officer.

"These are just hypocritical names. Who wouldn't want to live?"

Liszt shook his head indifferently. To live was just a desire, especially if he wanted to live, he needed those Mexicans to die.War has nothing to do with right or wrong, and no one is right or wrong in life. Liszt believed that he was just walking the right path under the specific circumstances at that time.

But he frowned slightly, and glanced at Cassius in the rear mirror.For some reason, he suddenly felt a little familiar with a term that Cassius said.Lowering his head slightly, he thought about the memory in his mind, he could distinguish the words that seemed to be related to his previous life, and he chewed the word carefully, but he couldn't remember any specific information: "Wang Haiya?"

However, Liszt's memories didn't last too long, because the outline of the city that had appeared in front of him also shifted his attention to the road in front of him.As the convoy slowly slowed down, the mottled sign beside it also showed that the front belonged to the military management area.And just a few hundred meters away from this road, a sentry made of sandbags and cement blocks was standing there, and seeing their convoy arriving, two American soldiers with rifles came out.

(End of this chapter)