Steel steam and flame

Perhaps in a sense, the items currently placed in the suitcase, combined with Cassia, are far more destructive and threatening to people than those boxes of .50 heavy machine gun bullets.

There wasn't much luggage inside, just the necessary firearms and cold weapons. The firearms are revolvers that have become standard equipment, and the cold weapons are steel swords and standard tactical knives. Cassia brought a little bit of other things, but not much. Because based on his experience in previous missions, in addition to team members who have already worked together to carry out missions, he can bring some medium or heavy weapons according to the situation. In other cases, such as single-player missions and the situation Cassia is facing now, it can be said that the necessity of these configurations has not been considered.

In the future, after everyone has completed several missions, maybe there will be an opportunity to consider team configuration, right? Cassia touched his short hair, and the cool breeze blowing in from the open window made his head feel cool.

The air carried the smell of muddy earth and decaying weeds on the roadside, and the humidity was far higher than it should be. It had just rained, and the ground was wet but not dry. There were obvious puddles in some places, scattered on the road like mirrors.

Cassia didn't know how long it took for the street lights to disappear, or when the road with concrete and stone floors came to an end. When he was completely separated from his own thoughts, the scenery that had been moving along the roadside seemed to be transformed into another world out of thin air, becoming a scene that he had never seen before, or had only seen in books.

The car body was shaking violently, and thanks to the extremely good shock-absorbing device, the up and down swing of the car body was suppressed to the minimum range.

But even though the driver said that this was already the smallest swing, Cassia still shook her head helplessly when she looked at the surrounding scenery swinging due to her own swing.

The sound of "squeaking" friction began to ring in the ears of the two of them when they entered the simple mountain road in front of them. The road is full of potholes, and it is normal to have one missing piece and one extra piece. The further we walked, the deeper the puddles on the road became, so large that half of the off-road vehicle was completely trapped and unable to get up. There are also a lot of gravels rolling down from the nearby mountains from time to time. The speed of the car has not slowed down at all. When the tires press on it, the whole car can fly into the air at once.

The suitcase was making a ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong sound. It was because the things inside were moving randomly, and the sound was naturally irregular.

"Is it okay?" The driver slowed down and looked at Cassia and asked.

"It's okay. This kind of vibration is not enough to make my head dizzy." Cassia turned her head and looked at the driver's experienced face. He was probably in his forties. It was covered with rocks that had been washed away by wind and rain. He feels old, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes are already obvious.

"That's not the problem." The driver then raised his voice a little louder to prevent the "crackling" sound from the car from drowning out the meaning of his words. "I mean the luggage compartment. The luggage is not in the way, right? There is a paragraph below. You have to walk a difficult road, and I'm afraid your luggage will be damaged."

As he said that, he spotted a relatively flat open space in front of him and stopped the car. He took out a handy map and showed it to Cassia.

It was a winding mountain road, specially marked with a blue marker pen, winding in the middle of the continuous mountains like a congenitally deformed plant vine. The middle-aged driver poked a small red dot on the map with a red pen and showed Cassia their approximate current location.

"We've only walked a third of the way. If we want to get to a smooth road, we may have to wait until night." He looked up at the clouds in the sky and said, "The road will be even worse next. You and I may be able to bear it, but I'm afraid that there will be a problem with your luggage. If there are precision instruments inside, after leaving this mountain road, I think after taking them out, they can definitely be thrown directly into the garbage dump. Condition. Do you want to fix it? There should be a rope there."

Seeing that the car had stopped, Cassia was no longer polite, found the rope, fixed the luggage, and set off again.

The locomotive started, and the sound suddenly decreased a lot, giving Cassia the illusion that the surroundings had become quiet. He leaned on his seat and looked at the clouds rolled up in the sky like a middle-aged driver. The gray clouds lay motionless between the two peaks, with the cold and aggressive breath of winter on them. There are no decent plants on the hillsides on both sides of the road. Instead, the half-green and half-yellow weeds are piled up there in clumps, extending toward the front along with the gradient of the slope.

The scenery that catches the eye is all desolate. Only the motionless rocks on the mountain have an aura that is different from this sad atmosphere. I originally thought that the mosses here would be fresher and more energetic than those in the military school, but Cassia was disappointed when she saw them in the shade. The lush black and green color is not what Cassia is pursuing.

So she closed her eyes, and Cassia stopped looking at this lonely scene with a strong sense of exaggeration.

The middle-aged driver on the side seemed to see the expression on Cassia's face, and the smile on the corner of his mouth flashed away.

He said to Cassia: "Don't rush to a conclusion first. This section of the road is over, and there is still a longer section to drive. The destination is still far away from here, and it is not as desolate as you imagined. You’ll be surprised.”

Cassia opened her eyes after hearing the sound, and saw him smiling with a row of white teeth, looking forward intently, avoiding various obstacles on the road in time.

"I'm not going to lie to you." He said, "It's different from here. Although they are all in the same mountain range, as long as someone develops, a wasteland can become lively in a short time. I can't say how complete the facilities are, but At least in terms of sensory experience, I believe it’s pretty good. If I remember correctly.”

"Do you know where it is?"

"You know, I went there once a long time ago. People like us in the logistics department, especially those who transport you to various places to perform tasks, have almost traveled to most of the empire. Over the years, I have seen Of course I have more stuff than you. It’s been there naked for more than ten years, and it’s something that can’t escape.”

"But it's not something to be proud of. It's just something that accumulates over time. Everyone has it." The middle-aged driver continued, "When I went there, I was also transporting students like you to participate in study missions. . But at that time, there were seniors who were older than me who were taking care of me. But now, I can be regarded as a person on my own and can be called an elder. Think about it, time flies very fast, more than ten years have passed in a blink of an eye. It’s over.”