Chapter 670： Vortex edge (1/2)
East, white sand hills, mine station.
The temporary building's sentry tower stands on the high ground near the platform. The guardian sentinel and the armored vehicle guard the station together. A special freight train is parked next to the No. 1 station. The second half of the train is open for several hours. The cargo chassis, some of which have been piled up on the chassis, and the only empty chassis in the middle of the train is waiting to be loaded.
Along with the low mechanical operation, a large tractor was driven by the guides to the loading platform. The heavy pallets behind the tractor were covered with huge crepe, which blocked the goods inside. But judging by its huge size and vague outline, this is probably not an ordinary ore or mechanical equipment.
On the platform, Pitman is watching the final flow of the goods transfer – the hooks of the lifting device have been attached to the pallet at the rear of the tractor, and the engineers are adding energy to the weight loss runes of the pallet, and half of the soldiers responsible for the **** Ascending the train, two officers are leading the rest of the soldiers to check the situation around the train to ensure that nothing is lost.
Beside Pitman, the head of Baisha Mining, Holm couldn't help but grin: "To be honest, this is probably the most unacceptable cargo in the world..."
"But still need to be strictly guarded, the madman will always exist like the demise of all things," said a young horsewoman with a single ponytail, a good figure and a heroic attitude. "In particular, it still needs to be replaced midway." It’s no exaggeration to take care of the transportation tools."
Pittman smiled and glanced at the horsewoman: "Miss Margarita, don't always be so tight--women don't like women like stones."
Margarita looked serious: "I am a knight, then a woman."
"...and a type with Phillips," Pittman said, moving his mouth. He said, "It’s really boring to talk."
The knight arrived in the White Sands area today, and she was ordered to **** the vital goods all the way to St. Sunni – this would be a long journey, despite the advanced means of transportation that greatly shortened the journey. Time, but due to the limited coverage of the magic energy track, she must first take the team to the Gülen area by train, and then take the goods to the cargo ship, and follow the waterway through the Cecil, Kant, and meteorite areas. The entire plain of the Holy Spirit, and finally arrived in St. Sunil - the overall distance is not short.
Her mission will be an important part of her coronation.
The pressure of the task, coupled with its own character, made this Miss Margarita always a bit nervous. For Pitman, it was quite boring to communicate with such people.
His whispered utterly fell completely in Margarita's ear. This very serious female knight turned her head and said very seriously: "Master, if my way of speaking makes you unhappy, I am very Sorry - I am not really an interesting person. We have to work together for a long time, I will try not to affect your mood."
"Don't stop, you can't stand it anymore... This is more serious than Philip's symptoms," Pitman slammed his hand, followed by a little sigh. "But then again, now in the Cecil Corps. The number of knights like 'standard' like you is really not much. Most of the knights who have been promoted on the battlefield have little time to learn your set of things..."
"The knights who are promoted on the battlefield are more worthy of respect. Their loyalty and courage are worthy of their titles," Margarita said earnestly. "I have heard General Philip say that this is already turning upside down. Times, old things will be eliminated, new things will replace them, this is an inevitable trend. As for what you said 'the set of things'...maybe some of the content is out of date, but loyalty and conscientious total It is necessary, they will continue in the new knight."
Pittman couldn't help but look up and down Margarita and suddenly brought out a sigh of emotion: "Girl, should you be proud of your identity?"
Margarita stood up and showed a smile with a ribbon: "Most people think that the identity of the knight only means a good origin, but I think it is more to prove that I am worthy of this identity." Something to be proud of."
Instead of disguising her pride and pride, she chose to express it in a manner that is consistent with the rules of the Knights, because a qualified knight can't avoid or hide his excellent qualities, even for performance. Humility must also show these prides properly.
Hearing the other party's words, Pitman fixedly watched Margarita for a while. The hippie smile in the past did not know when it had converged. He took a trace of ecstasy, as if suddenly fell into a certain memory.
Margarita blinked in confusion, looked down at herself and confirmed that there was no problem after she said: "Master? What is wrong with what I said?"
"No... I just remembered an old friend..." Pittman sighed softly and said, "When I first met him many years ago, he said something similar."
"When you were young, did you know a knight?" Margarita had a bit of curiosity, and then she had some expectations. "I said something similar... then I want to meet the gentleman, he should be worthy. Dear people."
"Unfortunately, the guy didn't have the chance to meet you like a beautiful lady. He died many years ago," Pitman shook his head. "And the guy just said something similar, but he can't be serious in character, even if he lives today. You don't have to expect him to be an old version of Philippe - but it is a bit close to Byron."
Margarita didn't care about Pittman's ridicule, but only some regrets licked his lips: "has already passed away... sorry, I shouldn't mention it."
"It's okay...I have been doing things many years ago. Old people like me won't care about this with you," Pitman grinned at his lips, then turned his face and looked at the goods being loaded, deep. Sighed, "and more tangled than those who are already dead... alive."
The squeaking of the hinge activity came from a distance. With the aid of the mechanical device, the weight-reduced cargo was placed in the middle of the train's cargo chassis, and the soldiers used the crowbar to move the lock on the chassis. Buckle, lock the cargo pallet and the train chassis.
A gust of wind blew from the plains and picked up the corner of the crepe. At that moment, part of the structure of a huge skull flashed across the gap between the crepe.
The whistle sounded on the platform, and the commander began to assemble the soldiers and arranged the remaining personnel to board the train.
"What about the Age of Empires... Let the guy be scared for the rest of his life, after all, it’s gone."
Pitman whispered softly, stepping forward and heading for his own carriage.
Several apprentices waiting to go forward immediately took over the old druid's cane and caught his aging body.
Margarita stood in the same place, watching the old Druid's back look a bit confused, but soon she put these things unrelated to the task aside, the Kant's female knight sorted out her own Dressing, turned and nodded to Holm: "Mr. Holm, we are here! Thank you for your assistance and wish you the next task."
Holm showed a smile and took off his hat to say: "I wish a safe journey, Miss Cavalier."