Number9 of the Knockout

With the passage of time unconsciously, the planting area has ushered in the season of potato harvesting. Most of the once green stems and leaves have now turned from green and yellow to a withered state, which means that the potato cubes buried in the mud have hardened Harvesting can begin.Almost all the residents of District 29 participated in the harvest. In addition to the people who usually worked in the plantations, a group of half-grown children were also led by Sister Emma to help.

Despite the scorching sun of two stars above the head, the sweat from all the people working in the plantation area can almost completely soak themselves in the protective clothing, and digging the soil is a laborious job, coupled with the resources Lack must not waste a potato, so they have to dig three feet to ensure that all the potatoes in the ground are dug up, so after all the potatoes are collected, almost everyone is exhausted and paralyzed.

But the harvest is beautiful, especially when one chubby potato after another is dug out of the ground, every face under the goggles and mask is full of joy.

The boss of District 29 also had to take the lead in participating in this collection, but he was working while yawning, and his work efficiency was really low. It’s not his fault. The garbage transport ship that came to Planet 243 recently suddenly became It is not as frequent as before, perhaps because the interstellar storm blocked the route, causing the transport ship to divert the route, but this made the robbing of resources more intense.Especially the group of villains in District 15 became more and more unscrupulous. If Sachs hadn't successfully stopped their actions several times, I'm afraid they would have rushed into District 29 to plunder.

Of course, there are other reasons for not sleeping well. For example, the dreams at night have become more and more strange recently, such as the "morning exercise" when I wake up early in the morning...

The sky blue eyes under the goggles couldn't help but glance at the busy figure over there.

The burly and tall figures are sending baskets of potatoes back to the cellar of the church. The strong star light will increase the toxins in the potatoes, so they must send the potatoes to the cellar for storage as soon as possible. In the past, due to the lack of strong labor force , This transportation process has always been the last thing anyone wants to do, but for No. [-], the weight of a basket of potatoes is much lighter than an antimatter bomb.

Those previous pornographic magazines are just a kind of reference material for No. [-]. After all, no matter how many times you look at the three-dimensional images of gun decomposition, you will never be able to truly master the use of guns without participating in actual combat, let alone become an excellent gun. sniper.Therefore, almost every morning they insist on doing a "morning exercise" to play with each other's birds.Sachs didn't think there was anything wrong with this at all. Anyway, it was much more comfortable than doing it himself. Although No. [-]'s skills were a bit blunt, he gradually figured out a set of skills through long-term training. Of course, this kind of skills To some extent, it exists completely for saxophone.

When Sachs yawned No.30 eight times, the last basket of potatoes was carried into the cellar, and the cellar door was closed, everyone couldn't help cheering.

When the two stars moved to the back of the junk star again, a grand celebration party began.

The so-called party is actually just a celebration held in a small square. Although they live on such a garbage star, for the residents of District 29, they are always full of enthusiasm for life, maybe not Wealthy, yet they feel free and spiritually fulfilled.

The decorations on the square are by no means worth anything, they are just hanging a bunch of small metal pieces dug out from the garbage mountain, but under the illumination of the light source, they reflect the shining light and fall on the residents' eyes. The smiling face was infected with their joy from the heart and became brilliant.

A long table was filled with the protagonists of this party, a large plate of stewed mashed potatoes, round fried potato cakes, and directly baked potatoes.Even the old Gaby, who was in charge of the plantation, was uncharacteristically generous and took out the wine he secretly brewed from potatoes. Of course, this is definitely not a good wine, and there is definitely a lot of water in it.Even if it has broken through the starry sky and spanned the universe, but this is only a few hundred years, how can the wine culture that has drunk human beings for 7000 years disappear completely?

People are carnivaling, without the exposure of the stars, they don’t need to wear heavy protective clothing. They put on their best clothes and skirts, come to the square, hold hands with each other, sing happily, and dance with their hands. Jump around.

No. [-], who was sitting in the corner, just watched all this silently.

Looking at the figures dangling in front of his eyes, it was inconceivably lively, and everyone's faces were filled with joy, but this happy atmosphere always seemed to be floating in the periphery, unable to penetrate.

Although the people here have gradually become more important to him, Jamie who keeps talking, old Gabe who is gesticulating, and Sister Emma who is in charge of cooking, they are no longer the human beings he used to know, no longer The objects that can be shot without hesitation are no longer some names that are recorded after the mission is completed.

But he still couldn't really blend in.He works in the plantation field, but the hand holding the green seedlings can still easily twist the neck of a human being. He collects resources in the garbage mountain, but the finger that picks up the available resources can still pull the trigger to destroy life.Because since he was born, he was told that he is a soldier, he does not need any extra emotion, accepts the task, and annihilates the enemy.Maybe he has become a knockout product, no one is willing to admit that he is a soldier, but they can't deprive him of the fighting instinct in his blood.

He's a soldier, yes he is.

But why does he exist now?

There are no missions, no enemies, so is there no need for him to exist?

Sachs was surrounded by a group of children. Even the boss of District 29 could not get rid of this group of energetic children, but with sharp eyes, he was quite keen to see the uncle who was almost completely hidden from the crowd, so he was isolated from the crowd In addition to the happiness, he stared at everything in front of him with a little bit of confusion.

He suddenly remembered Sister Emma's words, "Although he doesn't seem to have any discomfort, I think he is still confused by the denial of the facts he has always believed in." '

Sachs wanted to go over, but the children surrounded him tightly, "Brother Sachs! Brother Sachs, let me ride on your neck!" "No! I want to ride on it!" What!" He was taken aback by the children's twittering, and when he looked up to look for No. [-], the burly figure had disappeared.

Number [-] squatted there between the old machines whose base height was like a barrier.This is a blind spot of vision, where you can see the entire square at a glance, but if you don't look for it deliberately, no one will find his existence. This is almost an instinct, an instinct that doesn't need anyone to remind.

After the joyful laughter reached the ears, it became extremely distant, and suddenly, a voice sounded very close: "Why are you here?"

Sister Emma stood smiling at him with a basket full of freshly baked potatoes.

"You know what? When I first saw you, it was like seeing a drowning plesiosaur."

Sister Emma and Number Nine stood side by side, watching the happy crowd from a distance.The nun didn't ask Nine why he stayed away from the celebration crowd, nor did she force him to join them.

Number nine actually knew this kind of animal.Of course, the Spartan training camp will not provide any information other than combat. All training is aimed at turning a person into a killer, and definitely does not include interesting dinosaur expo or fairy tale anthology.But in Sax’s collection of books, besides those pornographic magazines, there are many other kinds of books. Although the civilization recorded on them has been far surpassed, and the once very advanced technology has long been outdated, there are always some things , even if it disappears in time, it is still eternal.

But...he didn't feel any resemblance to that hulking, bulky animal.

And Sister Emma seems to know that he must have turned over the treasures of the saxophone. In fact, she knows better about her awkward big child. Possessed baby.

"You must not understand how you look like a plesiosaur, do you?" Sister Emma could actually see the thoughts of No. [-] from the face that didn't change any expression. She looked at the noise in the distance with a smile, "Look, There is land." She turned her head to look at No. [-], "And here is the ocean."

The land and the sea are like two completely different worlds, and the creatures living in the two different worlds, whether it is food, activities, environments, or even the most basic breathing of survival, are completely different, and they cannot understand each other's way of survival at all. .

"The plesiosaurs living in the ocean never thought that one day the sea would dry up, but when the inevitable day came, the once vast ocean became a shallow depression that could no longer accommodate its huge body, and lost its fineness. The river bed and soft water plants, only gradually hardened mud, in the painful struggle, it finally took the first step on the land. I believe that you can also take this step.”

This is so... hard to understand.

It seems that I understand something, but it seems that I don’t understand anything. Anyway, I can’t answer "Yes, sir" without hesitation like I accepted the mission before.

Fortunately, Sister Emma couldn't force the other party to answer like the instructors in the Spartan training camp like the instructors in the Spartan training camp to force the other party to answer, "Answer me, soldier!" ' roared.

She took out a plump baked potato from the basket and put it in the hands of number nine: "Go, child. Look, there is a lively velociraptor waiting for you anxiously on the shore. If you stay In the sea, maybe it can't resist jumping into the water first!"

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"Uncle! Where have you been fishing?!"

Sax, who went around the square several times but couldn't find No. [-], was quietly relieved when he saw the uncle appearing foolishly holding a big potato.

Number Nine was still standing quite far away from the crowd, but at least, it was not hidden in the shadows.He held a baked potato in his hand, the skin was hot to the touch, but he held it in his palm as if unconscious, until the young man with orange hair approached.

"Do you want to eat?" No. [-] didn't think too complicated. At this moment, he only had one feeling, wanting to give some of what he had to this young man who brought his life to a new field, but he didn't What to give, when he fell off the garbage carrier, he had nothing on him but tattered clothes.

But this potato, he had reason to believe, was probably the fruit he planted, cultivated, watered, and fertilized with his own hands.For the first time, he realized that his mission was not to destroy, but to create, and this potato was a witness.

Sachs didn't realize it for a while, after all, this dull uncle doesn't look like a guy who knows how to give things to people!

He didn't reach out to pick it up, and Number [-] didn't take his hand back. The pitted surface of the potato looked like a heart in the light and shadow reflected by the metal sheet.

Sachs suddenly trembled as if he had woken up from a dream, and grabbed the potato in Number [-]'s hand, and the base of his ear turned red inexplicably under the backlight.

The boss of District 29 silently pushed the potato away from his hand, and ate it in two or three bites, regardless of the hot potato that made his tongue hurt.

When No. [-] found himself watching Sachs eat the potato one bite at a time, he had a strong feeling that every cell in his body was like Feel like being infused with full energy.

A potato is not much, and Sachs ate it up quickly. He licked his forefinger and index finger that were covered with potato chips, and licked off the chips from the corner of his mouth. Then he took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. After holding it in his mouth, a little bit of light illuminated the face full of youthful vitality, and the raised eyes were a little provocative: "Hey, uncle, do you want to try something new?"

Although the party behind him was still at its climax, Sachs had no intention of turning back. After saying that inexplicable sentence, he took the lead and left the small square with his long legs, regardless of whether No. [-] followed or not.

Number nine subconsciously turned around and followed.

The noisy sound was getting farther and farther in the back, and the dilapidated vehicles and residences on both sides were extremely messy. Because almost everyone went to the party in the small square, the side of the road was cleaner.The young man in front still likes to put his hands in his trouser pockets, and the cigarette in the corner of his mouth disperses the white smoke, and the shadows falling on the ground are elongated by the distant light source and become thinner.

I saw the cabin of the space shuttle from a distance. The name on the tail of the cabin has been severely worn out by the long-term wind and sand blowing. I can't see that it once had glory, and no one will remember that it once carried humans across the motherland. The great mission of star atmosphere and outer space.Now, the plane that has lost its aura is already old, but who can say that it is already a piece of junk, who can say that it is an obsolete product that no one wants?

No.Because it has an exothermic system shell that is strong enough to withstand high-temperature aerodynamic heating when entering the atmosphere, a spacious crew compartment that can provide astronauts with normal activities, and a payload compartment for carrying deep space detectors, artificial satellites, and even space laboratories, it is now already It has become the existence that the residents of District 29 yearn for and have.

Back in his cabin, Sachs took out a box from under the bed: "Uncle, you didn't taste old Gabe's treasure just now, did you?" He opened the box, and there was a big thermos in it, and he proudly took it out to shake After shaking, there was the sound of "gudong gudong" of water shaking inside, "Old Gabe gave me some before, and this thing is quite durable. I heard that the longer it is kept, the more delicious it will be. This bottle is enough for me. It’s been three years, huh, today it’s a good deal for you.” He sat down on the chair while talking, and took out two long cylindrical iron cups, unscrewed the lid and poured out the wine inside.

Immediately, there is a tangy aroma of wine. The wine is undistilled and fermented from starch, and has a clear color of light golden grain.

No. [-] has smelled this peculiar-smelling liquid, and of course a qualified soldier needs to know all the offensive dangerous goods that can be used.If he remembers correctly, this alcoholic drink is an aqueous solution of ethanol, a highly flammable substance whose vapor can form an explosive mixture with air.

Sachs handed him a cup, and before No. 29 realized that the boss of District [-] was planning to use this flammable material to blow up somewhere, Sachs held a cup and looked up unceremoniously under his absolutely dilated stare. Drinking for a headache is more refreshing than drinking water. After drinking it all, I let out a thirst-quenching exclamation: "Ah ─ ─ good guy! Old Gabby really enjoys it!" Turning around, he saw that the uncle was holding the cup and couldn't touch it at all. With a clear expression, although it made people wonder whether he was holding a time bomb or a glass filled with wine, he couldn't help but chuckled.

He reached back to take back the cup in No. [-]'s hand, brought the rim of the cup to his mouth and took a sip, the obvious Adam's apple on his neck slipped to indicate that he had drunk it: "This thing is for drinking."

drink? !Number nine still finds it incredible.Even if there is no food or drinking water, the behavior of swallowing explosives is really incomprehensible to him.

But since it was the command of the officer: "Yes, officer." He took back his cup and took a big sip. He didn't know how to describe it. It was indeed explosives. The burning sensation immediately appeared in his throat and even his stomach, but after that, his tongue A miraculous feeling gradually spread from his throat and throat, which he had never felt before, so he couldn't describe the taste after drinking the ethanol solution.

And Sachs has already poured another big glass and drank it very rudely. This is a good product that he has treasured for more than three years. Although good things are to be shared, the big head still belongs to him!

The capacity of the iron pot is not large, and it will soon completely bottom out. Sachs poured the thermos all over, and even licked off the last drop of wine tremblingly hanging on the rim of the pot with his tongue. The boss of District 29 turned his head and saw No. [-] pouring the last bite into his mouth, and was even more upset: "Hey! The last bite is mine!"

Potatoes are a scarce commodity. How can they be used to make wine on a large scale when there are not enough to eat?So even Sachs, the boss of the 29th district, rarely has the opportunity to drink alcohol. Even though he is very strong, he is still a young man after all. I don't think so, but the body's reaction to alcohol is definitely not determined by willpower.Such a sudden intake of alcohol like him has almost completely entered the state of central nervous system excitement.

Of course, for No. [-], he couldn't understand why Sachs's face was flushed suddenly, and his eyes were even hazy, but he only knew that the other party had given him an order.

Yes, sir.

The wine has all been poured into his mouth, the only way... He held Sachs's face, and the boss of District 29 was suddenly restrained and yelled angrily: "What are you doing──hmm──" The second half of the sentence is over The sealed lips were pressed down, and the wine he wanted quickly poured into his mouth.No. [-]'s lips embraced the other party very hard, ensuring that no drop would be missed, and when he found that Sachs' head was tilted back instinctively, his hands went around to support the back of his head, and pressed slightly Fix the other side to prevent fluid leakage from connection failure.

Sachs, who was almost completely dazzled by the alcohol, was subconsciously unwilling to accept this coercive behavior. He wanted to push number nine away, but he was angry at the uncle's thick muscles, which were like pushing against a wall. No. [-] wanted to let him drink the last sip of the drink that Sachs refused to swallow, but during the stalemate, Sachs tried to push him away with his tongue. So I accidentally bumped into my companion because the distance was quite close.

And just like their two big birds from being curious about each other to playing together, the human instinct for sex is definitely not something that will disappear when you leave the home planet and come to the colony planet, so the companions are attracted to each other, from the tentative touch, When they get entangled with each other, they don't need to learn at all. They just rely on their instincts and do whatever they feel comfortable with.

Drinking the wine from the other party's mouth, Sachs straightened his waist slowly, no longer resisting, but wrapped his arms around No. Actively pressed the uncle against the sofa, which made No. [-] have to raise his neck, Sachs didn't care what happened to the wine, he kept changing the angle to suck the two pieces full of alcohol aroma lips.

Nine found helplessly that no matter how hard he tried, there was still a liquid leak. The wine that was constantly exchanged between each other leaked from between his lips, and flowed down his chin, wetting his chest and being soaked in his mouth. The wine warmed by the heat seems to have a stronger taste.

No wonder Sachs wanted the last sip so much. The thought of "want" suddenly flashed across No. [-]'s mind, so in his life as a soldier who was absolutely impossible to disobey orders, he disobeyed the orders of military leaders for the first time, and he relaxed. Throat, the Adam's apple slipped on the raised neck, and the wine was drunk by him.

Is this what flammable explosives smell like?It turns out that what can kill can also be delicious.

He likes this kind of stuff.

He was thinking like this, and the extremely clear thoughts drove him to explore the unknown field. He broke into the territory belonging to Sachs, searched for the remaining wine, and seemed to swipe every soft spot without wanting to let go.

The young boss of District 29, who always loves to be in a dominant position, has never been plundered like this. If his mouth is free, he will definitely curse now, but the problem is, let alone talking, even breathing becomes more and more difficult. The more difficult it was, the burning alcohol seemed to be completely fermented in his mouth, and that uncle didn't know how to control it at all, and he didn't know how to stop trying to take away more, more.In fact, a complete defeat, whether it is killing on the battlefield or fighting for lust, is a must for a soldier.

And the defeat this time was not comparable to any previous battles. He saw clearly the orange-red haired youth with half-closed eyes, and the sky-blue eyes hidden inside with a kind of absent-mindedness. hazy.Number Nine felt that his chest was burning hot from those flammable drinks.No one has taught No. [-] what to do next, but his hands have already been placed on his flexible and powerful back, tentatively and slowly sweeping up and down, gradually, the sense of touch through the tight vest can no longer satisfy him. .

want more.

The hand picked up the hem of the vest and poked under the clothes.He is very familiar with the structure of the human body, allowing him to easily grasp the body structure of Sachs. It is a young body with sufficient attack power and toughness. Especially the elasticity of the waistline makes his roundabout kick have a strong explosive power, but not I don't know why, but now it has become a little weak and weak, especially the skin where his palm passes, it will bring a trembling pulsation.

Maybe it was because of the effect of alcohol, or maybe it was because of kisses and caresses, Sachs, who was pressing him to kiss, gradually became weak and couldn't hold on and sat down, leaning against No. [-]'s strong chest, their lips were no longer close Intensely, as if to taste each other's taste carefully, the slightly parted lips touched lightly or heavily, and occasionally the lips and tongue intersected, exchanging the last bit of wine.

When the two separated, even No. [-]'s breathing was unstable, even worse than a [-]-kilometer march with a load. His whole body was hot and his heart was beating fast, not to mention Sachs, who was already drunk and dizzy But I still remember what I said before: "I said uncle, do you like this new thing?" This is the best thing in his collection, a good wine that has never been tasted by anyone.

Do you mean this new sparring technique?

Nine replied without hesitation, "Yes, sir."