Old Neil was wearing his classic black soft hat, his exposed hair was mottled and gray, the corners of his eyes and mouth were deeply wrinkled, and his dark red eyes were slightly cloudy.

He was so peaceful, no more sorrow, no more pain, no more fear.

There is a line of epitaph engraved under the photo, which comes from what Old Neil wrote in his diary recently: "If you can't save her, then go and accompany her."

The morning breeze blew slowly, and the coolness, quietness and silence of Raphael's cemetery infected everyone present.

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At noon, Klein walked to the weapon arsenal with the list signed by the captain.

He pushed open the half-closed door and saw Brett with a bushy black beard sitting behind the desk.

Klein was obviously taken aback for a moment, and then handed over the application form: "Fifty rounds of ordinary bullets."

While speaking, his eyes glanced at the silver-encrusted tin can on the table, his nose seemed to smell the aroma of hand-ground coffee, and he seemed to hear those words with a hidden smile in his ears: "But why wait until there is someone else?" Pay extra money before going? You can write an application to Dunn and ask him to approve the fee!"

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Brett glanced at Klein's expression, and sighed: "I can guess how you feel, and I can't believe that Old Neil left us like this. Sometimes, I even think that this may be created by the captain." A dream."

"This may be the fate of many Nighthawks." Klein replied with a wry smile.

After this incident, he felt a lot of disappointment and resentment towards the high-level church members who concealed the "acting method" from the bottom of his heart.

"I hope such tragedies will become less and less, and may the goddess bless you." Brett drew a crimson moon on his chest, took the application form, got up and walked into the rear arsenal.

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boom! boom! boom!

The smell of gunpowder permeated the surroundings, and Klein shot at the target in front of him as if venting. He didn't pack himself until the brass bullets were exhausted, and he took a trackless public carriage to the home of fighting teacher Gao Wen.

He masochistically carried out group after group of exercises until he was stopped by Gawain.

"Fighting exercises are not for hurting yourself." Gawain stared at Klein with slightly cloudy dark green eyes, and said in a deep voice.

"Sorry, teacher, I'm not in a good mood today." Klein exhaled and explained a little.

"What happened?" Gao Wen asked calmly.

Klein thought for a while and replied briefly, "A friend of mine passed away suddenly."

Gao Wen was silent for a few seconds, raised his hand to touch the mottled golden sideburns, and said in an erratic tone: "I once lost 325 friends in five minutes, and at least 10 of them could give their backs to each other. kind of."

Klein sighed in a daze, "This is the cruelty of war."

Gao Wen glanced at him, and suddenly laughed at himself: "The cruelest thing is that I will never be able to avenge them, I will never be able to fulfill their wishes, there will never be a way."

"And you still have such opportunities. Although I don't understand what happened, I know that you are still young and you still have many opportunities."

Klein was silent for a while, then took a breath suddenly, cheered up and said, "Thank you, teacher."

Gao Wen nodded slightly, and said without expression: "Take a rest for 10 minutes, and then redo the previous exercise for ten sets."

"..." Klein suddenly didn't know what expression to use to respond.

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