Kerissa once again confirmed that both doors of the stronghold were secure enough, and then sat down next to Bahram.
Since Ford's death, he has spoken less.
I don’t know if it’s because there are no more bickering people, or for some other reason.
Bahram was baking his compressed ration sticks over the fire. The stuff was now cold and hard, like pebbles on the ground. It was impossible to eat it without roasting it.
However, even with this kind of food, each of them only has 2 sticks.
After comforting himself, Bahram briefly counted the supplies.
Including what they had previously looted from the corpses, they currently have a total of 22 ration bars, 486 rounds of ammunition, 8 almost full water bottles, a machine gun, 164 rounds of machine gun bullets, a flare gun, and three flares.
Unfortunately, most of the equipment of the deceased was not recovered, including three smoke grenades that also fell on Ford, and they may have been searched.
These things can't be said to be much, but they are enough for six of them.
Bahram redistributed the bullets and food so that everyone could have a full meal tonight.
He even gave an extra ration stick to the two boys on the upper level of the hive city to thank them for bringing the flare gun and the map.
The bonfire made the cold stronghold warm, but the boys around them didn't speak much. There were only the sounds of chewing and difficult swallowing in the air, and occasionally the sound of drinking water could be heard.
This situation lasted for half an hour.
"Well……"
Bahram carefully took a sip of water, then tightened the lid of the kettle and put it next to him.
"Are you guys OK?"
After hearing his words, the two boys sitting opposite him looked at each other and nodded.
"fine."
"At least he's alive."
Bahram sighed softly and his shoulders sank a little.
"You must be familiar with Ford."
"That's right. We are both from Siwa Hive. Their family has four children, and he is the youngest."
One of the boys replied.
Bahram couldn't help but think of Ford again. He remembered the scene when he fell to the ground and slowly stopped breathing, and he also remembered how he watched Ford's body being shot through by bullets.
"I see"
Bahram nodded.
"After the trial is over, we should all mourn for him."
"I am from Soames Hive, from Salt Town."
He took the initiative and said:
"My grandfather was a member of the upper echelons of the hive, but I grew up on the lower levels of the hive."
This was the second time he mentioned his origin and family since he met Hao Mo.
"Me too, but I come from a different place than him. I'm from Hook City."
Generally speaking, Hao Mo rarely takes the initiative to introduce himself, but there is something about Bahram that makes him willing to open his heart. This person makes him feel a strange sense of closeness.
"Iron Hook City, uh..."
Kaelisa, who was eating rations at the side, was stunned for a moment, and then shook her head.
"You seem to know it quite well?"
Bahram looked at this big man who could carry a heavy machine gun and run alone. If it hadn't been for him, they might not have been able to bring back the machine gun, so Bahram also gave him an extra ration.
"Well... that place is quite famous and pretty bad, probably."
Kaelisa's answer was vague and her eyes were a little evasive.
Hao Mo didn't know how to answer. The suffering life in the slums was indeed difficult to describe in words, so he pretended not to hear what the other party said and lowered his head to arrange his bullet belt.
Only then did he notice that his hands, which were stained with other people's dried blood, had become sticky.
Suddenly, a boy opposite said:
"It's quite bad. I seem to have some impression that some anti-imperial dissidents were causing trouble there a few years ago. I heard that they occupied an old arms factory. Is this what you are referring to?"
Hao Mo shook his head and said nothing, but painful memories flooded his head.
His father was a law enforcement member of the Law Enforcement Department at the time and died in the battle.
He was 6 years old that year. This incident was a turning point in Hao Mo's life and a dark moment that threw his family into poverty and despair.
But it was just pain deep in his heart. He suppressed them and said briefly:
"It happened a few years ago. In the end, all the bastards were caught."
"Good results."
Bahram, who didn't know the inside story, shook his head.
"That kind of bastard shouldn't be running around Soames, but I have to admit that the days of peace are getting fewer and fewer. There are always troubles below the hive. Grandfather said that the upper levels are no better. I hope the arrival of the Astral Knights can change this.
everything."
"They won't stay here forever."
Robin suddenly said, and used a branch to pick up the bonfire.
"Their journey is through the vast stars, and this is just their temporary resting place. It is precisely this that I like about becoming an Astartes. I have had enough of this boring little planet."
"is that so?"
Bahram looked at this mysterious companion curiously. Robin's identity has always been a mystery, and he never mentioned it himself. Probably only the Astral Knights knew his details.
"What about you? Why do you want to become an Astartes?"
He looked at the two people opposite again.
"glory."
They answered in unison.
"Boring reasons."
Carissa sneered.
"Ignorant little brats talk about glory and glory all day long. My purpose is very direct. I just want to become stronger. I have beaten enough of those weaklings. I want to beat some serious ones! I heard that the green guy next door
The skin is quite strong.”
Only Haomo became unusually quiet. Bahram glanced at him, worried that he had said something wrong before.
But before he could speak, the other person stood up, blended into the shadows at the corner, leaned there, and closed his eyes.
The dinner ended like this, and everyone took the time to rest. They had all been running around and fighting all day, and their physical strength was already close to the limit.
But Bahram couldn't sleep. He was thinking about how the rest of the team could survive this cruel survival game and become the winner.
Looking at the current situation, this is almost a miracle.
"We beat that bunch of rubbish away."
In the jungle outside the stronghold, a pair of green bright spots emerged from the darkness, followed by a second pair, and a third pair...
Like wolves lurking in the dark forest
"If you kill one, the others will run away."
"Um."
Wearing camouflage uniforms, they almost blended in with the jungle at night, with only the occasional pair of light spots showing their presence.
The leader nodded, but kept looking at the stronghold high up.
"Dade, tell me how many of them are left."
"Well, judging from the corpses on the ground, there are probably about six."
"Do we have a chance to win it in one go?"
"It should be possible, but there will be casualties."
"Then I have an idea now."
In the darkness, Oscar let out a deep laugh and tightened his grip on the blood-stained walkie-talkie in his hand.