Dawn Redemption

"Do it again, I'll count one, two, three, and go."

A series of "click, click, click" sounded.Marcus gritted his teeth, concentrating on the movements of his hands, turning the cock expertly back and forth in his hands.He was very nervous, but he didn't dare to look up to see his opponent's progress.This time it was great, nothing went wrong and every piece fit together with precision.He reached for the clip, but—

There was a soft "click". "finished."

"Fuck, stop playing, you win every time." Marcus cursed and threw the gun aside, not looking at Rolf's smug smiling face. "Practice makes perfect." Rolf also put down the gun in his hand, and turned his gaze to Finn who had just entered the door, "Are you back?"

"Well." The expression on Fein's face never fluctuates too much, but at this moment he can clearly feel that he is in a good mood, "Good news. I can go to the finals again, and the date of the visit has been postponed."

The gloom on Marcus's face instantly seemed like the most vulnerable bunker was blown up: "Damn it, it's great!" He jumped up from the bed, "Now they have a good look, I'm going to let those shit do it for them Pay the price for the previous ridicule!"

"Okay, I'm a comrade-in-arms after all." Finn tried to cool down the overly excited Marcus, "But then again, who is the opponent in the final?"

"The team of D Battalion," Jonas got out of the bed, showing his messy head, "that guy who looks like a fat mouse, Friedrich, and a few soldiers. I've been thinking too Give them some color and see."

Finn didn't reply immediately, and several people in the room were all staring at his face.The unique fighting spirit before the game was released and flooded the small dormitory room, as if the heart was strangled by a net, the breathing became short due to depression, and the bloody organs became more manic and hot because of this.

Until that clear and cold voice broke the hot silence.

"Why not?" Finn put his hand on the holster around his waist, showing a dangerous smile.

Although Noah didn't say it outright, he quietly reduced Finn's workload in the last few days before the game, allowing him to have more time to practice and rest.Finn was a little moved, because he originally thought that even if they were together, Noah would not pay special attention to some small things, such as some silly little games.

It is precisely in this way that he was able to come to the playground to practice shooting with his teammates during this time when he was usually busy with work.

It still has the tense atmosphere before the game, but compared to work, it is much more leisurely.

"boom!"

Kahn, who was standing in the distance, waved his hand sharply, indicating that he had hit again.

Finn smiled: "I think I can hit it at a distance of 20 meters." "You're in good shape!" Rolf patted Finn on the shoulder, "Do you want to take a break?"

Finn nodded, gestured to Kahn not to place a new jar, and checked the front and back of the gun and put it in the holster. "Why don't we come here today." Marcus said, "We can beat the cubs of Camp D to ashes in today's state. Let's see if they dare to challenge them in the future."

"I agree, we'd better have a good rest tonight." Jonas also retracted his gun, "Besides, the gunshots were so loud, people who didn't know thought they were executing someone again."

Jonas was right that such executions took place in the camps.Prisoners would be lined up for the last act of their lives: turning their backs on the soldiers with guns.But even if the gunfire rang out again, as long as it didn't rang out from behind his neck, few people would care about it.

Their own situation left them no time to express their inner compassion.

Finn nodded: "Then let's pack up and go back, and then have a good dinner." The nerves that had been tense for the practice of aiming were relaxed, and then I felt a burst of fatigue, and my stomach didn't feel very good.A few people walked over to help Kahn put away the bullet-punctured cans and throw them into a big bag, fasten the mouth of the bag and drag it away, ready to find a place to throw it away.

"Hey, hey, wait a minute!" Rudy, who didn't know where he ran just now, ran from behind.The five of them turned their heads at the same time and saw him panting, holding three gray glass bottles in his arms.

"Wow, it's mine, thanks." Rolf pretended to reach out to take it. "Get out, I prepared them for the contestants." Rudy nodded with his chin to signal Finn, Jonas and Marcus to take those from his arms.

"It's great, I haven't had a Coke for a long time." Seeing that there was no bottle opener, Marcus had no choice but to give up, but judging by his expression, it seemed that he was about to swallow the glass bottle together. "I exchanged it with a Frenchman for cheese." Rudy smiled, revealing half of his front tooth that was broken somewhere.

The six of them walked back to the dormitory talking and laughing.When passing downstairs, several people turned their eyes to the small blackboard on the bulletin board in unison.

At noon, the odds of the game were locked.Fern's name, which had been erased before, had been rewritten on the gray and dirty marks.The odds of the three players are basically lower than those of the D battalion, and both sides just happen to have three players advance.

The game is scored on an individual basis, but the remaining champion after eliminating everyone else will represent his team to receive the honor of the entire collective.Three vs. three, judging from the number of people, the winning rate is [-]% and [-]%.

Rolf smiled after seeing it: "I have a strong premonition that we will definitely win the game against those grandsons. Why don't we just go back and hold the celebration party in advance."

"Don't be too careless, don't take it lightly." Fein frowned and said, "The game is just a game after all. I don't know how much water is in it. The most important thing is to watch tomorrow's game."

"No, you will get it wrong." Rolf smiled, and the mustaches on his lips trembled, "Haven't you seen those movies? Those who are behind the scenes, those who are deeply scheming and colluding, are all fine in the end Good end. You also heard from Marcus that this handicap has been won by the D camp long ago, and there seems to be a lot of profit afterwards. They didn’t do this shit once or twice, so if it wasn’t for us Teach them a lesson, who else?"

The author has something to say:

Late night update although it is another chapter mixed with water

Because there are no manuscripts saved later, they are all written now, so the original speed of daily updates cannot be maintained.Apologies to readers, little angels, but I will try my best to keep it like this for two to three days, and the future chapters should be guaranteed to be about [-] words, and it will not be as uneven as before.

The next chapter is a small □□ of the plot, with a lot of words, I forcibly divided it into two chapters, I was thinking whether to wait a few more days and post it together, or split it into two parts...

Spoiler alert, Lieutenant Yannick is going to be a domineering [no]