Lying on the single bed with an obvious military style, a feeling of fatigue swept through his body, making him couldn't help but yawn.
Slowly opening his eyes, Liszt stood up with his hands on his body and stretched hard.
However, the fatigue did not alleviate at all, and it still made his head gradually heavy.
An hour ago, he experienced a brutal war and took charge of the overall situation as a commander.
Although the war had ended before, the tension quickly made him feel tired after he relaxed now.
Liszt couldn't help but rub his temples with his hands.
He blinked hard.
He was really tired.
Even as he sat on the slightly hard bed, the idea of having a good sleep appeared in his mind.
He turned his head and glanced at the door that was still ajar, raised his head and stretched hard, then stood up and walked over to lock the door.
He didn't even take off his clothes.
He lay directly on the single bed.
He just kicked off his combat boots and pulled the thick wool blanket next to him to cover his abdomen.
After a while, he fell into a deep sleep.
This is a normal psychological cue, as his body and mind, in the safety of the Anchorage defensive line, are telling him that he needs to rest.
But for some reason, in his groggy sleep, he dreamed of the time when he came to this world, and as time went by, he re-experienced everything that had happened.
It was a wonderful dream, as if he were a third party with a God's perspective, quietly watching everything that had happened to him in this world.
Whether it's eating, drinking, or talking to people every day, he can clearly see the embarrassing moments or proud moments.
But his mind was extremely calm, as if he were looking at a stranger who had nothing to do with him.
Including his ridiculous understanding of war, he was still an outstanding student who had just graduated from the military academy.
Even though the experience and discipline from the Republic in his previous life allowed him to quickly gain a foothold in the army, he was still a young man.
The rookie, in the eyes of those veterans who have truly experienced life and death, is a naive weakling who doesn't understand anything.
At that time, Liszt's mind was not at all afraid of the war.
It was even filled with a beautiful impression and a little desire.
He believed that war was a true man's profession, and that only the best and most determined men could become the strongest and admired men in that profession.
In fact, he was indeed like this in the end.
He really became a being that everyone admired in this profession, and he also abandoned the ridiculous ideas in his heart that were once unrealistic.
He dreamed of the standard infantry squad he led at the beginning.
He also saw that he was in charge of the clean-up work of a war, and they discovered three Mexican soldiers in a small woods.
After a beautiful tactic of attracting frontal firepower and outflanking from both sides, they easily killed the three panicked soldiers.
But when he looked at the miserable corpse with the skull lifted off, he felt a kind of sadness enveloped his heart.
War is a matter of life and death.
It is not a deduction in a military academy, nor an exercise in the army in the previous life, but a real cruelty, either you die or I live.
When he clearly understood this matter, it seemed that Endless Mexican guerrillas have also appeared, hiding among the Mexican people who harbor a deep hatred for the United States Confederacy, and have launched a fierce and complex battle with them.
Lister didn't even know how many Mexican guerrillas he had killed, nor how many times he had fallen into various dangers.
His excellent military qualities also saved him, and his military rank was gradually promoted to captain due to his military exploits, turning him from a rookie squad leader into a heroic platoon leader famous throughout the brigade.
Especially in the three most dangerous situations, he killed all the prisoners and boosted the morale of all the soldiers, which made his fame spread to the entire United States.
But he was also forced to retire from the military by a military court because of killing prisoners, and came to that small town to become an ordinary car mechanic.
But he made a lot of friends, and old Kyle, who loved drinking and was a bit mysterious, left a deep impression on him.
This old guy, who is already in his forties or fifties, has a different kind of wisdom.
Every time Liszt talked about something with this guy, he always got some insights, which made Liszt make fun of old Kyle every time because he didn't look like the owner of a car repair shop, but like some scholars.
Liszt's dream continued, and he was also aware of the strange fog and the terrifying death claws.
He appeared in this dangerous town, seemingly abandoned, and joined other people in trying to survive.
The dream continued, and he calmly watched everything he did, as well as the performances of others.
He just turned on the God's perspective and calmly watched the armored troops quickly enter the subway station as it happened, sweeping over the experimental death claws.
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He also saw the bloody scene in the corridor.
The originally powerful soldiers lost the cover of the armored troops, and were easily killed by the huge death claw that was not afraid of ordinary firearms.
Twenty or thirty people were killed by him in the end. head.
These dreams made him see it really clearly, and even made him feel something strange in his calm heart.
And when he continued to look at it, he came near the control room of the underground research institute, and the director Clive appeared, which made him feel a certain kind of throbbing in his heart.
Liszt continued to watch, and he watched as he punched hard, causing director Clive to pay the price of swollen cheeks for his arrogant attitude.
But from Liszt's perspective, he saw the sneer on Clive's face and his fearless eyes.
The picture passed quickly, and Liszt's eyes also looked at the scene that had already happened.
But the throbbing in his heart became more and more intense, and finally it was fixed in the dark oak bar, with old Bunnar turning and leaving.
And when he also left the bar, pretending to be drunk, the third person's God's perspective suddenly widened, making him seem to see this small town, which was strangely unreal.
"What's going on?
What's going on?"
Liszt, who was still in a dream, opened his eyes instantly, suddenly lifted the woolen blanket and started working on the bed.
His heart was still beating loudly in his chest, as if he was going through a rapid march.
Liszt also opened his eyes wide, panting heavily, and even the knuckles of his tightly clenched fists turned slightly white due to his strength.
The dream just now made him feel as if he had lived his life over again and experienced each event again.
It was like a memory.
When he experienced it all again, he suddenly discovered something unusual.
And this weird feeling became more and more real after he entered that small town after retiring from the army.
Breathing heavily, Liszt held his eyebrows with his hands, but couldn't help but slowly gritted his teeth: "This is really a nightmare."
Why does that small town with only two to three thousand people have a subway?
Why are there two powerful combat brigades stationed around that small town?
Why is there an underground research institute in the subway station of that small town?
Why does that underground research institute leak the death information again?
Why did a thick fog of invisible objects still rise that day?
Why did all the residents of the city fall asleep quietly after he fell asleep that day?
Why did he find that all the residents around him were veterans?
Why did he live in that city?
I always feel that those residents are weird "Why why why" Liszt's teeth were clenched tightly.
He squatted on the bed with his head in his hands, closing his eyes and carefully recalling his memories in the dream.
But a sneer slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly discovered the vague vocabulary of old Bunnar and the previous warning of Major Leslie.
Swallowing slightly, Liszt relaxed his somewhat stiff body, looked at the small space around him, but still couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said: "Nightmare
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