Huffman's gaze was unfocused as he rambled on, completely unaware that his companions beside him had all grown serious.
Everyone knows that Colombo is in the province of Suenham, and Suenham has already been completely occupied.
But by this time, no one wanted to interrupt Huffman; they were just listening quietly. When Huffman finally stopped talking and saw that Smed and Bokar had finished their cigarettes, he immediately handed them the cigarette pack.
"bring it on."
“No need.” Smed shook his head with a heavy expression.
"Don't mind me, I know what you guys are thinking. I've come to terms with it, guys."
"Let's finish these last few cigarettes while we're still sitting together. After all, who knows what tomorrow will bring?"
Huffman spoke calmly as he picked out two sticks and tossed them to them.
"Can I have one?" Dingle suddenly asked.
“Of course, Colonel.” Huffman grinned and handed the last cigarette in the pack to Dingle.
A moment later, there was a "snap".
Dingle lit the cigarette in his mouth, took a light puff, but immediately coughed from the choking. Huffman then gently patted his back.
Meanwhile, Smed, who was smoking a cigarette, squinted and said with a shifty gaze:
Did you play war role-playing games when you were kids?
"It's basically a group of kids getting together, dividing into two camps, good and evil. Each camp chooses a leader to be the general, and the others play the soldiers. They then decide on a final defense location and plant a flag made of any kind of cloth."
"The two groups used wooden sticks as swords and spears, and wooden planks as shields, and they fought wildly. The evil camp would win as long as they captured the final defense point and pulled the flag. This meant that they could avoid a direct confrontation with the righteous camp. But for the righteous camp to win, they not only had to protect the final defense point, but they also had to subdue all the members of the evil camp and make them surrender before they could be considered victorious."
As soon as he finished speaking, Dingle, his face flushed, said:
"I've played it, but the rules were completely opposite to yours."
Huffman also said, "I don't recall it being a rule like that."
Bokar, however, said, "Our way of playing is the same as what Smythe described."
Smed finished his last puff of cigarette, shook his head, and said:
"It seems this game is popular all over the country. Everyone likes to play war role-playing games, only the rules are a little different."
"However, on the way here, in so many places, whether in the countryside or in towns, I don't seem to have seen any children playing this game anymore."
As soon as he finished speaking, Dingle slowly stood up, took a deep drag of his cigarette, and said:
"This means it's outdated."
"jingle!"
The clear sound of bells came from afar, and a bright red carriage slowly drove through the dimly lit street.
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