Steel Steam and Flame

　　 Gently spread the body of the dead enemy in his arms on the ground. In the darkness, Cassia could clearly feel the warm blood still flowing between the fingers and the sticky and smooth feeling. The smell of blood diffused in the quiet air, and in the sensitive nose, it was as strong and mellow as a century-old wine buried in the ground.

　　 After waiting for a while, the physical activity that Cassia suppressed finally returned to its normal state. Only then did he pick up the enemy's heavy corpse and also the modified sniper rifle to the place illuminated by the dim light.

　　 This is a very young person, probably not much older than the eighteen-year-old Cassia. His face showed a sickly pale color at this time due to excessive blood loss, his eyes were tightly closed, his mouth was tightly squeezed into a line, and his nose was unusually tall and straight under the light.

"It's a quiet death." His eyes reflected the graceful young face of the enemy in front of him. Cassia watched this scene unintentionally. Such a situation often gave him a slight sense of paralysis, which was a reflection of thoughts and cognition. The poisons, changes and influences are all carried out in a subtle way. Just like the growth of human beings, every time there are little by little ripples.

　　 The enemy's clothes have been stained red with blood, and the chest is running through the hole, and blood is still pouring out intentionally or unintentionally. Cassia began to search the enemy's body, trying to find something valuable.

　　 That sniper rifle may be the best trophy, followed by the various bullets in the bullet bag, all of which have been specially processed afterwards. There are more than fifty rounds in total, not too many, not too few. Then there was a piece of iron similar to an identity card, with the name of the corpse written on it-Pritt Novo. Above the name is a black and white photo, as young as Cassia, pretending to be serious, inside, there is a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, this is the age of a person of righteousness, but now he is quiet Lying on the ground. The name was followed by a row of small letters that read "Captain of the First Team".

　　 On the waist of the corpse, there is a brief map half soaked in blood, which is not very recognizable. The above is a simple topography structure composed of white paper and black lines, some places are marked with red dots. These marked places should be the locations of the sniper points determined in advance. There are some handwritings on the last piece of paper. It is almost a standard type of handwritten text. The information displayed on it is very scattered. It is similar to a diary. It should be what Plitt usually writes on it.

　　 "One of today's tasks is to find out the surrounding landscape as soon as possible, to the extent that there is no light, and the approximate location of the sniper point must be accurately found."

　　" I squatted for a few days. Except for the rats passing by the large area in front of me, I didn't see anyone at all, except my own. But tomorrow, I must remember to go back to the main base to get supplies for the next few days.

"I came to the base again today. I saw the people under Nolida, and my mood suddenly became bad. Although I knew that the boss and Nolida had joined forces, I thought of the men who died before my eyes. I can't feel close to the people on their side. We are not so much allies together, as we are just evil wolves who come together for the common good."

　　 "It’s been more than two months, and it’s really boring to keep squatting around the sniper points. But the boss said that something big might happen in the near future, and the underground mines will be very lively at that time, so I asked me to prepare in advance."

"I heard from the other captains that today's discussion between the boss and Nolida has been completed. As long as the plan goes on smoothly, in one or two months, the things in this can be completely over. I completely left the oasis in the center of the desert and went to rest for a few months in a more prosperous city outside."

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　　 There are still a few lines of handwriting below, and the things recorded are the grievances he has been squatting here for a long time and complaining.

　　 After sorting out the things in his hands, Cassia once again confirmed that there was nothing missing on the corpse, and then lifted Pulit’s corpse and threw it in a trench not far away.

　　 "He will become food for rats inside." Looking deeply at the bottomless darkness in front of him, he muttered to himself. Cassia then took a look at the time. The twelve hours before the meeting had already passed. It was three o'clock in the morning, he had eaten the food he had brought with him, and glanced at the low ridge arched in front of him, but he had no plans to go back.

　　 There are things he wants to know, which attracts him like the smell of females. The door to the core of the matter has been opened in front of him. As long as he uses his hands a little bit more strength, and then boldly steps in, he can see the most critical core.

　　Plit’s diary words revealed a very important message, which is almost related to the interests of everyone. Nolida is not an enemy of everyone. He had already joined forces with someone who was entrenched in the city of Gelun long before Cassia, who represented the student body, came here, before the arms smugglers came here. Got up, and also planned some things.

　　If Cassia didn't make a mistake in guessing, the one who united with Nolida was Fros who disappeared after entering the mine. He has been entrenched here for a year or two, and only he can meet the "months" stated in Plitt's message.

　　Thinking about it this way, Frost blocked the entrance to the underground mine tunnel and only planned with Nolida, and performed a show that attracted people to come in.

　　 Then what is their purpose in attracting so many people in? Just let us kill each other, reduce our respective strengths, and then kill them all at once? Cassia felt that their purpose was definitely not so simple, and the arms dealers were not stupid. Everyone was restraining the friction in the dark, and the result was not as Fros and Nolida thought.

　　 So Cassia always thought that they had missed something important, and the intermittent information obtained lacked a line connecting them. They need to know what Nolida is planning.

　　 Cassia felt that as long as he climbed up the low ridge in front of him, and then saw something, he seemed to be able to completely merge all the messy information in his mind and sort out a very clear line. And the end of the line is tightly tied to Nolida's body.

　　 But could that be such a thing? A stone, or a person, or a sentence written on paper, or an ordinary scene?

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　　He is now climbing on the low ridge in front of him. The rocks here are softer than he imagined, and the smell of the soil on them is completely out of touch, as if they were only covered on this low mountain later.

　　 The top is not high, and Cassia is expected to be about 1,500 meters high. But while he must be careful of the snipers hiding around him, he must also pay attention to controlling the movement of his feet as much as possible within the smallest range allowed by the environment. The relatively gentle **** gave him great climbing assistance. With the sketch map of Plitt's hand and some marked sniper points, Cassia's journey to the top of the low ridge was unexpectedly smooth.

　　 The wind at the top of the ridge is bigger and more, and there is a slight moisture, and the coolness is mixed with a moist earth and a touch of another smell. This taste is almost at the limit of Cassia's sense of smell. It is hidden in the flowing wind and is more delicate than the light smoke that is blown away by the wind at any time.

　　 But for Cassia, even if it is a kind of odor, the familiar feeling in it is a memory that he will not forget now, including in the future, long, long time. After five years in the steam factory, this smell accompanied him almost throughout his youth, and it was firmly rooted in every part of his body.

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