It seems that he has been here for a long time.
This Canadian is kneeling on the ground with his hands raised.
His clothes and skin are covered with black burning ashes.
He looks like the most embarrassed beggar.
And his red and swollen eyes were also shedding tears, and his raised hands slowly touched the ground.
He bent down and lay heavily on the ground, as if it were a big character, and he couldn't help but howl: " My father is the commander of the Army in British Columbia, please don’t kill me, don’t kill me.”
The sound was as shrill as the howl of a dying animal, and looking at the man lying on the ground still shivering, Carl and the other two Marines took a few steps forward, but the rifles in their hands slowly Pointing to the house that seemed to be in ruins.
Liszt frowned slightly, and gradually raised the Winchester in his hand upwards.
After waiting for a while, he found no other abnormality, and snorted coldly: "Another damn dude."
"It's really troublesome for this guy to surrender."
In previous modern wars, due to the constraints of human rights, when prisoners who surrendered were found, they usually chose to take them back instead of shooting them directly.
Now there was a bit of embarrassment on Carl's face.
Although he had no good impression of the completely dandy guy in front of him, the thought of his previous life still made it difficult for him to start.
He held his rifle in his arms and turned his head.
He frowned at Liszt and asked, "How to deal with him?"
As he spoke, the two Marines beside him subconsciously moved their rifles, and the gun butts on their shoulders pointed the black muzzles at the ragged Canadian. .
Although they understand the so-called human rights.
We also know that killing innocent people is an act of slaughter and contempt.
But if Lister chooses to give the order.
The rifles in their hands will also shine with the cruel light of war.
There is never right or wrong on this battlefield.
"Wait a minute, there seems to be something we don't know about what he said."
Nodding slowly, Liszt inserted the Winchester in his hand back into the backpack on his back.
When he pulled it back, there was a small bottle of wine in his hand.
He unscrewed the cap and took a slow sip, feeling the cold heat flowing down his throat.
He couldn't help but exhale the strong smell of alcohol, walked up to the Canadian lying on the ground, put the wine bottle on one side of his cheek, and looked at him who was still burying his head in tears, and his tone also sounded...
A little firmer: "Don't cry, strange boy.
Although we don't know what happened, at least some Soviet vodka may make you feel better."
"You, you, won't you kill me?
You really won't kill me?
I can still be used.
My father is the Army Commander of British Columbia, Canada.
He will definitely let you obtain all useful military intelligence."
Hearing Liszt's tone without much murderous intent.
The young Canadian man who was still crying on the ground suddenly raised his head, his face covered with black ash and dirt.
The red and swollen areas around the eyes have become whiter due to tears.
There was surprise in his eyes, and there was even a kind of silly smile on his face.
He slowly got up from the ground with trembling hands, and tremblingly picked up the wine bottle placed next to him.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the three Marines holding rifles at the bottom of the stairs The soldier, the fear rising in his heart made him put it down again, waved his hands in panic and said hastily: "But you have installed that kind of terrifying humanoid armor, do you still need to care about Canada's opinions?
You can't even do that with those Soviets?"
defeat" "What did you say" Liszt's eyes suddenly widened, and a thought he least expected to appear suddenly appeared in his mind like lightning.
And the whole person suddenly took a half step forward, half squatting in front of this Canadian who seemed to be stunned.
His two pairs of eyes were already covered with bloodshot eyes, as if he was born with a pair of bloodshot eyes.
Looking at him with a gaze that was like hell, he slowly gritted his teeth and asked: "I don't understand something about that humanoid armor, what does it mean?"
"You are an American too, don't you know?
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They appear in this town like steel giants, and our defenders' counterattack against them is as ridiculous as if they were children."
As if recalling some horrific memory, the Canadian young man slowly huddled back, his face covered with dirt and black traces already showing extreme fear.
And he looked at Liszt, pointed to the sky with trembling hands, and stammered about saying something, but he couldn't finish it completely.
After a while, he said with tears on his face: "They only use In less than half an hour, all the regiment stationed here were killed.
I don’t know who else but me can survive in front of that terrifying enemy."
His words were filled with panic and anxiety, and Liszt also did not deny the authenticity of his words, because there is no power armor exposed in this world, and this ordinary Canadian will not know about it.
The research on power armor is an absolute secret even among the U.S.
Federation and the extremely powerful shadow government Enclave organization.
Just like the research project of the Death Claw, how could it appear in this Canadian population?
And he was quite sure that according to his description, the power armor was not common in the radioactive wasteland and was also the top-notch equipment.
But Liszt stood up slowly, reached for the wine bottle and took a big sip of it.
The irritating wine made his eyes narrow slightly, and he turned to look at the almost The town had been severely damaged, but he couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said: "This time period is somewhat impossible."
He finally knew why individual standard weapons could be destroyed like that by huge force, and finally knew what could tear human beings in half, and finally knew what it was that could tear apart these masonry-structured towns.
The fight was as miserable as being bombarded by artillery.
Liszt looked at the Canadian in front of him, who still had a look of fear in his eyes, and looked at him standing up a little at a loss.
He couldn't help but clenched his fists, and just said slowly: "At this time, power armor How could it be studied?
Is the timeline really disrupted?"
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