"Walking at night... well, it always feels a bit dangerous."

"But this is Salivia, I shouldn't have this feeling, but to be honest, I am a little nervous..." Smeder continued, hugging his chest.

Hearing this, Dinger couldn't help but think of the scene he saw in the evening when the Storm Special Combat Team arrested the rebels.

With the entire city under martial law, the atmosphere in Salivia is indeed solemn and dangerous.

But in the dire situation of continuous defeats on the front line, it seems that this is the only way to curb the further spread of panic.

Soon after Smed finished speaking, Huffman reached into his arms and quickly pulled out a small rectangular iron box.

Huffman's action immediately attracted the attention of Smed and Pokar.

As he watched, Huffman opened the lid of the iron box. When the contents inside were revealed, Smeder's originally gloomy expression immediately turned into surprise.

"Where did you get it?!"

Several rolled cigarettes were neatly placed in the iron box.

"Of course I made it myself." Huffman said as he picked up a piece and handed it to Dingle, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he asked nervously:

"Colonel, is it okay to smoke here?"

Dingle looked at the cigarette handed to him, shook his head and said, "Thank you, I don't have this hobby."

"But it's okay for you to smoke here. There is no rule in Salivia that prohibits smoking outdoors."

"That's good, but you really don't want to have one? It can relieve stress." Huffman waved his hand.

"No thanks." Dingle still shook his head.

"Okay." Huffman just agreed, and Smeder stretched out his hand impatiently:

"Man, I really need this right now."

"I took it out because I knew you needed it. This is my last tobacco." Huffman put the cigarette in his mouth and took out two more, handing one to Smed and throwing the other to Pokar.

“What a good brother.”

As soon as Smed took the cigarette, he took out the flint impatiently, and after taking the cigarette, Pokar nodded at Huffman with a smile on his face.

With a "click", Smeder lit the cigarette, took a deep puff, and then quickly handed the lit cigarette to Huffman.

Huffman held a cigarette in his mouth and shielded his hands from the wind. He lit the cigarette that Smed handed him and took a light puff.

"call--"

Smed exhaled a long puff of smoke, his face full of smiles, even his eyes narrowed.

"It's comfortable~" He said this lightly with a satisfied look on his face.

Huffman also exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "This is tobacco from my hometown, that's all."

"Good tobacco, Huffman, does your family grow tobacco?" Pokar asked, holding a cigarette in his mouth.

Dinger looked at the three people's comfortable expressions and felt relaxed unconsciously. At this time, Huffman said:

"No, although everyone in my family is a farmer, we mostly grow crops. But my father grows a small plot, a very small plot, which is only used by the family and not sold. You know, this is..." He stopped talking.

Pokar and Smed understood each other, and Smed chuckled and said:

"My family is in the iron business, so I can only ask my father for iron blocks, but what's the use of that?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Pokar also laughed and said, "My family runs a bakery, and my mother likes to give me bread."

"Okay, okay, keep it down and don't attract those guys here." Huffman said with a stern face and waved his hand.

"Yes, yes, yes." Smeder nodded repeatedly, then took another deep breath, his eyes looking at Dingle who was silent.

"Sir? I hope it doesn't choke you. People who don't smoke can smell it..."

Dinger shook his head: "It's okay, I'm used to it. Someone in my family smokes regularly, and the smoke they exhale is much bigger than yours."

"That's good."

The three of them took puffs on their cigarettes, and soon they finished one. Huffman generously handed over another cigarette. After they took another puff, the expressions of the three of them had completely calmed down.

Huffman exhaled a long puff of cigarette, his eyes were already a little blurry:

"You know, only my father can grow such good tobacco."

Smed nodded in approval. He looked at the cigarette in his hand and said:

"It's not choking, and the flavor is strong, with a good aftertaste. Even an old smoker like me feels a little dizzy. Very good. It takes a good variety, good land, and the right drying time to produce such good tobacco."

Pokar narrowed his eyes and agreed, "That's true, Huffman. Where are you from?"

Huffman took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled and said:

"Colonso."

Smeder's wrist, who was about to put a cigarette to his mouth, stiffened. Pokar, who was smoking, was stunned. Dinger, who was listening quietly at the side, turned his head to look at Huffman with a stiff expression.

Huffman was still looking at the cigarette in his hand. Smoke was all around him and the oil lamp at the door of the parking lot behind him was flickering.

"Hiss..." He took another breath and continued:

"My family's farmland is right next to the Mitya River, and the tobacco is planted under a row of willow trees by the river, but of course it's not there now, it can only be planted in May, so before then, the land will be planted with crops."

"It's February now. My father should be planting early spring vegetables, such as radishes, peas, cauliflower, etc...."

Huffman's eyes were dazed, and he just kept talking, not noticing that his companions around him all had heavy expressions on their faces.

Everyone knows that Colónso is in the province of Sunham, and Sunham has already fallen.

But at this time no one wanted to interrupt Huffman, they just listened quietly. When Huffman finally stopped talking and saw that Smed and Pokar had finished their cigarettes, he immediately handed over the cigarette box.

"bring it on."

"No need." Smeder shook his head heavily.

"Never mind, I know what you're thinking, I've accepted reality, guys."

"Let's finish the remaining few while we're still sitting together. After all, who knows what tomorrow will be like?"

Huffman said this calmly as he picked up two and threw them to them.

"Can you give me one?" Dinggel suddenly asked for it.

"Of course, Colonel." Huffman grinned and handed the last cigarette in the box to Dingle.

After a moment, there was a "click" sound.

Dingle lit the cigarette in his mouth and took a light puff, but immediately started coughing because of the choking. Huffman immediately patted him gently on the back.

Meanwhile, Smeder, who was smoking a cigarette, squinted his eyes and said with a vague look:

"Did you ever play war games as a child?"

"It's just a group of kids getting together, splitting into two camps, good and evil. Each camp elects a leader to be the general, and the others act as soldiers. Then they decide on a final defense site and put up a flag made of any cloth."

"The two groups used sticks as swords and guns and planks as shields, and fought wildly. The evil camp would win as long as they occupied the final defense site and raised the flag. This meant that they didn't have to fight the justice camp head-on. If the justice camp wanted to win, they not only had to protect the final defense site, but also had to defeat all the evil camp members and make them surrender. Only then would they win."

After the voice fell, Dinger said with a red face:

"I have played it, but the rules I play by are completely opposite to yours."

Huffman also said: "I don't think this is the rule as far as I can remember."

Pocar said, "The way we play there is the same as what Smed said."

Smeder finished his last puff of cigarette, shook his head and said:

"It seems that this game is popular all over the country. Everyone likes to play war role-playing, but the rules are slightly different."

"But on the way here, I've been to so many places, whether in the countryside or in towns, and I don't think I've seen any children playing this game anymore."

After the words fell, Dinger slowly stood up, took a deep puff of cigarette, and said:

“It means it’s outdated.”

"jingle!"

The sound of crisp bells came from far away, and a red-painted carriage slowly drove towards them in the dim street.