Twenty military trucks formed a long queue, racing down the southbound Alaska highway with the roar of the accelerator.
Boxes upon boxes of rifle bullets and machine gun bullets were packed in the carriages, while various types of mortar shells and defensive grenades had also been packed into other carriages.
A large amount of weapons, equipment, and living supplies have been loaded into these twenty ten-wheel military trucks and quickly transported to their intended destinations.
Sixty troops were also crowded into four military trucks, swaying and cursing the driver's driving skills.
At the same time, they wrapped themselves tightly in woolen blankets, clinging to each other and eager to see Juneau City as soon as possible.
Even Liszt, who was sitting in the passenger seat, squinted his eyes slightly and looked ahead, falling into a thought that wanted to fall asleep.
The air conditioner on the Hummer armed off-road vehicle is 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, it was obvious that Cassius was a kid from a rich family.
Although they all eat the same food and live in the same dormitory, his picky cleanliness and teasing tone can all illustrate the superiority of this guy's life.
In fact, Cassius has never denied that he is a wealthy person.
"Oh, to be honest, this is my first time coming to 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 pills into his mouth, and handed them to Lister, the magic stick and the driver at the same time, and took a big mouthful.
Chewing the sweet taste, he shook his head helplessly and said: "Our family is very strict in management.
If it weren't for the war, I would still be learning etiquette."
But as Cassius spoke, he touched his chin and tilted his head to look at the serious-looking magic stick next to him.
Although they had only known each other for less than a month, as they got acquainted, he already understood that this guy was very devout in his faith.
He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and said, "Did God also teach you how to use the 16 rifle in your hand?"
kill" "That's how you Mormons pervert the glory God has given you."
The young man nicknamed the God Stick frowned slightly and felt a little dissatisfied with Cassius's unbridled language.
He looked at Cassius seriously, drew a cross on his forehead and chest with one hand, and said with a solemn expression: "I am also an army chaplain.
I hold the scriptures to prevent you from being harmed by demons because of the war.
The temptation is to hold 16 rifles to prevent your souls from being taken away by the devil."
Cassius didn't expect that the magic stick would say such a beautiful thing.
He suddenly opened his dexterous mouth, and for a while he couldn't think of anything to refute.
And his appearance was also seen in the rear mirror by the driver, who suddenly laughed with gloating: "Cassius, if you are lured to hell by the devil, I think those thick guys will definitely...
I really like your untapped little daisy.”
"As the second heir of the Blackhall family, there are only a few people who dare to do this."
Chewing the xylitol gum in his mouth vigorously, Cassius raised his head slightly.
His blond hair and handsome face fully demonstrated the superiority of his bloodline.
The so-called bloodline was also an advantage that Cassius had mentioned from time to time.
Of course, after he was knocked over by a punch when provoking Liszt, he never mentioned this topic again.
"But what makes me curious is where are your Blackhall family?"
The driver Garcia is also a veteran, and he also participated in the Mexican War.
He also drove a 60 main battle tank.
He also set a record of destroying two Mexican permanent bunkers.
Of course, they were already familiar with each other in the training camp, and they chewed xylitol gum vigorously.
They asked Cassius curiously: "Why don't you guys, who are so rich, enjoy your life?
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Why did you come here to join us on the front line?"
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 some curiosity in their eyes, which made Cassius awkwardly stretch out his hand to loosen his tie.
He frowned impatiently and said, "Our family is on the same island, but don't think of me as someone with whom I belong."
Is it okay that you have different existences?
Why can’t I come to the front line?”
"Maybe it's because I'm bored and want some excitement."
Garcia raised his eyebrows vigorously.
Looking at Cassius's handsome face and extremely heroic golden hair, he subconsciously looked in the rearview mirror and saw that he was only in his twenties and looked as if he was in his thirties.
Face, he couldn't help but lamented and said: "If I had fine red wine and beautiful women, I would not 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."
"Not everyone can create the title of Butcher of Paradise."
However, the words of the magic stick made Cassius and Garcia restrain their wild expressions slightly, especially Garcia, who had participated in the Mexican War.
As he drove forward, he could not help but turn his head and look at the man sitting quietly next to him in the passenger seat.
Up, looking at Liszt in front of him.
Licking his tongue slightly, his tone also showed a bit of respect: "Major Lister's reputation is even spread among the current U.S. federal army."
"Yes, although public opinion is somewhat negative, our family in Wanghaiya is full of affirmation and admiration for Major Lister's methods at the most critical moment."
Cassius also nodded, and his tone was no longer as presumptuous and sarcastic as before.
Although they could sometimes joke in front of Liszt, or brag and spank each other, they were quite serious on such topics.
Especially when they learned that the legendary Liszt was the Liszt in front of them, they had never joked with each other on this topic, because as soldiers, they needed the leadership ability of an officer.
"These are just some false names.
Who doesn't want to live?"
Liszt shook his head indifferently.
Living is just a desire, especially if he wants to live, then he needs those Mexicans to die.
War has nothing to do with right or wrong, and no one is right or wrong in living.
Liszt believed that he just took 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 tell that it seemed to be a word related to the previous life.
He chewed the word carefully, but he couldn't remember any specific information: "Wanghai Cliff" However, Liszt's memory did not last long, because the outline of the city that had appeared in front of him also diverted his attention to the road in front of him.
As the convoy slowly slowed down, the mottled signs next to it also showed that the front was a military management area.
Just a few hundred meters away from this road, a sentry post made of sandbags and cement blocks was standing there.
When they saw their convoy arriving, two American soldiers carrying rifles came out
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