"It's a real treat."
Liszt took out a box of cigarettes from his arms, put it in his mouth and lit it gently.
Liszt enjoyed the tobacco with a slight scent of mint, and looked calmly at the snow-covered mountainous area outside, leaning on the soft cushion behind him and getting more and more excited. to relax.
The snowy scenery in winter was so charming that when he looked at this unique geographical environment, he couldn't help but smile: "Isn't it?"
Behind him, at the entrance of the cave, Karl, holding two cups of coffee in his hands, slowly walked up.
When he heard Liszt's question, he also smiled and nodded: "That's right."
Karl put the coffee down.
On the low table next to the Liszt cushion, hot Teng Teng also dispelled the slight chill and reached for a thick soft cushion next to him.
After sitting down, he took his own coffee and shrugged in the same relaxed manner: "If those annoying guys don't It would be better if it existed.”
Liszt shook his head slightly, thanked Karl, then picked up the cup of freshly ground coffee, blew it gently and took a sip.
The light bitterness immediately spread throughout his mouth along with the liquid, making him His spirit couldn't help but be shaken, he raised his eyebrows, and swallowed with satisfaction: "Is the water from the underground river the water of the underground river?
After drinking it for so long, I have to say that the water quality is good."
"This is snowmelt water, which penetrates and is filtered by the rock and soil layers.
It is indeed very good mountain spring water."
Karl nodded, and talked to Liszt in a relaxed manner.
The cushion behind him was also leaning on the rock wall, looking at the cliff two meters in front of him.
It was just in the leeward, and he didn't feel much chill.
And his eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the two mountains faintly visible in the snow more than two thousand meters away, he couldn't help but nodded and said: "Cave No. 2 is very important."
“The best Indian coffee needs to be brewed with the best mountain spring water.”
Feeling the faint bitter fragrance, Liszt leaned on his soft cushion.
He also looked at the two mountains more than two thousand meters away.
His eyes were sharper.
Through the blurry snow scene, he could clearly see the black ashes covered by the flying snow, which seemed to have been burned by the flames.
In that case, he nodded lightly and said: "Cave No. 1 is also very important."
After two months of development, Liszt and the others were already on the right track.
They listed all the caves they discovered in the order of discovery.
Marked with their respective numbers.
And just below the two mountain tombs more than two thousand meters away is the No. 1 cave they first discovered.
The mountainside of the right tomb and the cliff of the left tomb also have the cave entrances that they first discovered.
These two cave entrances are also the focus of attention of the Soviets and Canadians.
Almost every week or so, a helicopter formation will arrive directly above the mountain, roaring and launching a large number of rockets, turning the area into a He left after a sea of fire.
For this group of Soviet people, perhaps this has become just a performance to express their existence.
The entrances to the two caves had already been blown down by Liszt himself, leaving only a ventilation hole on the cliff to ensure the air circulation inside Cave No. 1.
Cave No. 1, which has been cleaned up, has two hills and more than ten meters of soil and rock cover on the top.
It has now become a safe material storage warehouse.
"As long as the tunnel from Cave No. 1 to Cave No. 2 is widened, we will have a true base camp."
Taking a sip of the coffee, Liszt stood up on the platform less than five meters away.
Looking at the cliff two or three meters away in front of him, the height of more than thirty meters also showed that he was on the side of a large mountain.
But Liszt didn't care about this dizzying height.
Instead, he looked at the shorter rolling hills in front of him and couldn't help but sigh softly: "What a magnificent mountain range."
After drinking all the coffee in the cup in one gulp, Liszt's ears moved slightly and he couldn't help but reveal a wry smile.
His keen hearing could hear subtle sounds, but sometimes he really wished he couldn't hear them, and turned to look at Karl next to him.
He also lightly shrugged and said with a helpless smile: "Our period has come again."
"Oh, God."
Karl was stunned for a moment, but three to five seconds later, he also heard faint footsteps coming from the cave tunnel behind him.
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He also took a sip of coffee subconsciously.
He shook his head and drank it all in one gulp.
He stood up and nodded towards Liszt: "I think I should leave."
He stood on the side of the tunnel as he spoke.
Within ten seconds, at the entrance of the tunnel, a stern-faced period man strode up the tunnel.
Seeing Liszt in front of him, who still had his back turned to him, there was some obvious dissatisfaction on his face.
He glanced at Karl, and he didn't have much intention to say hello.
He just walked over and said to Liszt in a deep voice: "Mr.
Liszt , now it’s been two months, don’t we still have a lot to do?”
"Mr.
Period, what are you talking about?"
Liszt turned his head and looked at this guy's face with faint anger, but a little mocking smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He nodded and signaled to Karl who was leaving.
At the same time, he seemed to be looking at the period with confusion, and asked calmly: "In two months, it seems that you have not helped us with anything, but instead rationed food to you.
The requirements are very strict.”
"Strictly speaking, you did not support my protest.
As an elite of the Enclave organization and a noble pilot, my daily food is exactly the same as that of ordinary soldiers."
There was a little arrogance on Full Stop's face, and he looked at Liszt with extremely dissatisfied eyes.
However, he did not dwell on these trivial matters.
With a deep voice, he walked over and pointed at the stretching mountains in the distance: "But I can endure this, but now that the Soviets have retreated and the heavy snow can hide our traces, why can't I be sent back to the United States?"
"Send back to the United States."
The sarcasm on the corner of Liszt's mouth became more and more obvious.
He looked at the young man from the Enclave organization in front of him, who was only a few years older than him.
He reached out and slowly pressed down the raised hand.
It was as if he was clenching tightly with the force of an iron pliers, causing a trace of cold sweat to appear on the full stop's face, and then he slowly said with a cold face: "Mr.
Full Stop, one thing you need to know is that the Enclave and I , but there are not many good connections
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