Dimly lit hotel.
The half-closed curtains passed through a ray of morning light.
Lao Bai, who opened his eyes, found that he was covered with a quilt, shook his groggy head, and woke up from his sleep.
You slept so hard.
Hearing the sound coming from beside him, Lao Bai turned his head and saw Chen Yutong sitting on the sofa not far away.
She had a blanket covered with her knees, her calves curled up in the blanket, and she was wearing the clothes she had yesterday.
It is October now, and the temperature in the valley province has turned colder. According to custom, this year should be warm winter, but it will snow at the latest in early December.
Thinking that he had let her sleep on the sofa all night, Lao Bai was also a little embarrassed and coughed lightly.
Sorry, I drank a little too much last night...
There was no way, not just the little girl named Lisa, but the drinkers in the entire Highway Town Hotel were waiting for his story.
In order to make the story look like that and to cover up the Pangolin's real spy identity, he could only grit his teeth and paddle the edges and other stories of players on the Pangolin's head.
So, the new killer who killed people on the G537 position became a warrior who entered and exited seven times on the No. 330 Highland.
If someone went to the Lion Kingdom hundreds of kilometers away, he would probably hear the opposite rumors from the locals, and he would not know why the pangolin was at the league and helped the legion fight the league.
But it doesn't matter.
This also fits the identity of that guy's double agent.
In the wasteland, anyone who has a mouth can brag, and no one has the ability to test which rumor is true.
Anyway, there will be people who are idle and frustrated in the future. Based on their own understanding, we will compile a logically self-consistent version.
However, what made Lao Bai wonder was why he was here.
As we all know, this game can block some feelings that will cause players to feel uncomfortable.Although this improves gameplay, it will also make it difficult for players to judge their own situation through early warning of the nervous system.
The most direct result is that once you get drunk, you will basically be a piece of cake.
And it's the kind that can't be connected to it by life or death.
Usually, some players were drunk, and Old Hook or other players tacitly helped them move the game characters to the guest room to rest.
But this time, I don't know what happened.
He actually moved him to the NPC's room.
It's okay, I'm not picky about the places where I sleep. I'm on business trips all year round and I often sit in the car for one night. This sofa is quite comfortable to sleep... Is the material of a different kind of fur?
As he said that, Chen Yutong pressed the soft handrail of the sofa.
Looking at her expression of being fine, Lao Bai suddenly remembered that she had drunk a lot last night and couldn't help asking.
Maybe it’s the monster’s skin... Speaking of which, don’t you even feel drunk?
Chen Yutong was slightly stunned.
I?I don’t feel anything. Bionic acid liver has enough ethanol dehydrogenase to metabolize alcohol. If it does not activate CYP2E1 enzyme to produce reactive oxygen, it basically doesn’t feel anything…
Oops.
My head started to hurt again.
We should have chosen the physical system at the beginning...
Looking at Lao Bai who was holding his eyebrows, Chen Yutong couldn't help but smile and joked.
It's quite difficult to get me drunk.
Lao Bai quickly coughed and explained.
I never thought about it.
Just a joke, don't take it to heart, Chen Yutong bent the corner of her mouth and continued, by the way... that drink is really interesting. Although she didn't experience the slightly drunk feeling you said, it had another wonderful feeling for me, thank you.
You're welcome, I said I'd like to treat you a drink.
I was always lying on other people's beds and felt embarrassed. Lao Bai sat up from the bed with his hands, shook his head, picked up the VM placed on the bedside table, and put it on his strong muscles.
The brief reading bar is completed, and the light blue fluorescence quickly appears on the screen.
However, what surprised Lao Bai was that a brand new little red dot appeared on the icon of the boot taskbar this time.
New mission: Take the latest flight to the front line for reporting.
He raised his eyebrows gently, and an excitement flashed in his eyes.
Chen Yutong asked curiously after noticing the change in his expression.
What's wrong?
The vacation ended early, and the manager called me to the front line. Lao Bai grinned and continued, it seemed that I was needed there again.
The next action target is the Royal Palace in Falcon City.
The Goblin Corps organized hundreds of W-2 attack aircraft to coordinate with them.
Cooperating with them were the Storm Corps, who would take the Iron Heart to directly break through to the rear of the Legion’s Oasis 2 defense line.
It would be a strategic adventure.
If you play it well, it will be the Battle of Crete, and if you play it poor, it will be the Garden Market Action.
It seems that the command center is planning to play a big game this time.
With a boiling fighting spirit in his eyes, Lao Bai lifted the quilt and got out of the bed, grabbed the coat hanging next to him and draped it on his body.
I guessed something from the expression on his face, but Chen Yutong said nothing, let alone worry. She just bent the corners of her mouth and said in a normal tone.
Be careful, I'll treat you next time I'll come back.
Old Bai, who stopped at the door, smiled and made a gesture.
Then I remember it.
……
Refuge No. 404.
B3 floor medical laboratory.
Luo Yu, who was sitting on the folding chair, was looking at Xiao Yu who was sleeping on the scanning bed with a worried look on his face.
Is it... OK?
Heya, who was standing next to the console, was busy recording the experimental data while taking the time to reply casually.
Very good, even stronger than before.
As the last check item ended, she knocked down the blue button on the screen.
Several flexible metal pipes were pulled away from Xiaoyu's forehead, chest and skirt, and retracted into the silver-white experimental equipment on the ceiling.
Then the work is to summarize the experimental data and analyze the conclusions.
Xiaoyu's research is the top priority of the Alliance's Institute of Biology. This not only affects the Alliance's understanding of variant slime molds, but also whether she can successfully obtain the B6-level biology laboratory.
After the analysis and conclusions were drawn, she still needed to organize the phased results into reports and mobilize them to the manager who was busy with a lot of things.
Sometimes she really admires that guy.
That guy's brain is like a multi-core threaded CPU, which can handle things from multiple different fields such as economy, industry, military, scientific research, culture, diplomacy, etc. at the same time.
The secret in that guy was even more fascinating than Qingquan City's mother nest. Unfortunately, whenever he talked about this topic, he always used a sentence that he was not very clear to make excuses.
Suddenly he noticed the worried expression on the faces of the residents of the shelter beside him. Heya thought of Chu Guang's instructions to her before, so he comforted him casually.
Don't worry, today's research is just a routine check, your little feather will be fine.
Although he still had a worried expression, Luo Yu's tense nerves relaxed a little after hearing the comfort of the league's chief biologist.
Looking at Luo Yu who was relaxing, Heya paused for a moment and continued.
However...its DNA is entering an unstable stage, and it is better to take it to dangerous places as little as possible recently.Especially on the front line, without the protection of the fruitful entity, the single mother is quite fragile.
Luo Yu nodded seriously.
But out of curiosity, he couldn't help asking.
What exactly is that unstable stage?
Can his little feather continue to evolve?
That's really awesome.
Looking at Luo Yu who seemed to be optimistic, Heya shook her head.
I don’t know that the research data I have in my hands is not enough to explain this situation, so I can only make a rough guess based on limited clues.
Luo Yu swallowed and waited for her to continue talking.
After sorting out his thoughts in his mind for a moment, Heya continued to say after a moment of pause.
There is a cycle of growth of the mother, which is long or short. After reaching the cycle, they will become another form of life, and this is what we call the mother nest... like a butterfly breaking out of a cocoon, it turns from a pupa into an adult.
Luo Yu immediately asked.
What is the opportunity?
Heya shook her head.
Don't know, but I guess it should be the choice of the future path.
choose……?
That's right, Heya nodded. The threat of nature is no longer a major threat to it. Standing at the top of the food chain, it is no longer subject to general natural conditions, which means it needs to choose its own path for future evolution.This is the ability given to it by nature and its mission.
Genetic information collected from nature, memory, experience and knowledge stored in neural tissues... these can all be used as references for evolution, and before that, it had completed the accumulation of these elements.Simply put, it has to decide whether it will become a cute mushroom or a deadly man-eating flower.
Looking at Heya and Xiaoyu lying on the scanning bed next to him, Luoyu nodded in a daze.
He doesn't understand those complex theories very much.
He only cares about one thing
Then after all this is over... does it still remember me?
Heya asked without hesitation.
Of course I remember, I said, memory is its reference for its evolution to the next stage of life, and it is a very important reference element... But even so, you still have to be mentally prepared.
Luo Yu became nervous for a moment.
What mental preparation?
It becomes another form of life, and its connection with you in blood may be interrupted. Maybe it will no longer be as close to you as it is now, and it is possible that it will even treat you and other humans as predators.Even memory is part of the inheritance, even if it still remembers what you are about...
Heya describes it in as easy-to-understand words as possible.
After listening to it, Luo Yu fell into silence, and the thoughts in his mind were like a mess of yarn, rubbing them together.
He remembered all the things that happened before...
It includes taking it to the suburbs for the first time to level up, teaching it to learn how to fight, including taking it to taste human food...
If these memories might be replaced by something else, he would rather maintain it so far than continue to evolve.
In fact, he didn't really need the kind of helper who could fight side by side.
He can fight alone.
At this time, Xiaoyu on the scanning bed had slowly woken up. The tentacles hanging on the scanning bed were gently moving, and an unconscious murmur came from his mouth.
Perhaps it was sensed his existence.
Xiaoyu, in a daze, slowly sat up from the scanning bed.
The moment I saw Luo Yu, joy and joy suddenly bloomed on the abstract face, and immediately dragged his heavy body and slid down from the scanning bed.
Oops!
Perhaps it was because it had just been exposed to anesthesia and had not fully adapted to the awakening body, but it fell down when it got off the bed.
Looking at the beautiful expression, Luo Yu couldn't help but laugh and reached out to hold Xiao Yu who seemed to be drunk.
Be careful Ah you...I won't run away again.
Oops!
The tentacles wrapped around the arm that was close to him, and Xiaoyu rubbed his head against his chest, and his grievanced expression turned into satisfaction.
Looking at the cute look, Luo Yu felt that the dark clouds and confusion in his heart were all wiped out.
Just like a person's birth and death, the cycle of life will not change because of likes or hates it, and what should come will come one day.
No matter what the future will be like, at least this little guy is extremely dependent on him now.
perhaps……
I should believe it a little more.
They have shared memories and can face the unknown future together.
I got it... Touching Xiaoyu's slippery head, Luoyu looked at Heya who was standing next to him, and said firmly, even if it finally became another form of life, I would not regret it... I will take care of it until the end.
I'm glad you thought so.
Heya smiled on her face, looked at the brave young man and patted him on the shoulder.
come on.
……
On the border of Oasis No. 2, Bister Town is surrounded by concrete into iron barrels.
Standing next to the bunker, Widley held the telescope in his hand and looked nervously at the endless sand dunes in the distance.
The soldiers standing aside were also nervous.
In just three days, at least tens of thousands of soldiers from the army had passed here, but no unit was willing to stay and stand with them.
The new line of defense is on the edge of Oasis 2. Compared with concrete fortifications, General Griffin seems to be more inclined to rely on the river embankment left over from the prosperity era.
However, this means that this fortress located outside the oasis has lost its function.
Not only did Widley disappoint him, but no one told him what to do next.
They were completely abandoned...
Just then, a messenger trotted over.
Report!Order from the headquarters
Hearing the voice, joy suddenly emerged in Wedriel's eyes.
It looked like a straw floating in front of the drowning man. Even though he knew that the hope of retreat was slim, he still reached out and grabbed the messenger's collar.
quick!Tell me quickly!What did Lord Griffin say?
The messenger took out a piece of paper from his pocket tremblingly and handed it to Widleyer's hand.
I noticed something wrong in the messenger's face, and Widriel quickly let go of the hand holding his collar and snatched the paper in his hand.
...At that time, the defenders of Bister Fortress will close all checkpoints in the east and must guard the fortress for more than fifteen days, waiting for reinforcements to arrive!
Note: In a crisis, the materials and fuel in the warehouse must be burned, and officers of centurion and above are allowed to surrender after the troops are reduced by 90% or more.
After reading the last line on the telegraph, Widley's face seemed to be painted with white paint, and there was no trace of blood.
No one will withdraw from the front line again.
This place has become a new frontline.
Those Willant people completely abandoned them...
Widrier's face gradually changed from pale to despair, and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and at this moment, a strong sense of bad premonition climbed into his heart.
A messenger rushed from the southeast direction in a hurry. Before he could salute, the man hurriedly shouted.
tank!Alliance tanks!They are moving towards our position from the southeast direction!
Widley asked subconsciously.
How many cars?
I don't know... maybe fifty, maybe one hundred or more.The messenger stammered.
The soldiers and soldiers standing next to him took a breath and unconsciously held their breath.
One hundred tanks!
The last unit that retreated from here almost took away all the Iron Fist Bazooka, and their anti-tank weapons probably didn't have a hundred rounds of ammunition in total!
Widriel felt that his heartbeat was lost in an instant and stood there without any hesitation.
There were only three hundred defenders in the entire Bister Fortress.
Even if he counts the workers who have not received military training, he can't make up a team of thousands!
Those anti-tank piles could not stop the Alliance's steel torrent at all.
Those people don’t even have to rush in, stop outside and bombard them with tanks for a few rounds, and they will suffer heavy casualties...
The adjutant standing aside looked at Wedriel nervously.
Sir…what should we do.
What to do... What to do... I also want to ask what to do!
Suddenly, Widriel suddenly burst out in everyone's shocked sight like an oil barrel with a cigarette butt thrown.
These big-nose beasts, cowards, are uncropped things!At critical moments, we will only retreat, let us step forward!
The more Widriel spoke, the more angry he felt, and his emotions became more and more excited, and his whole face turned red.
Until now, experienced officers have been transferred to the front line. It is said that even the entourages were put into the ranks of ten or centurion and thrown into the regular army.
A logistics captain like him who was brought up Make up the numbers, and he hadn't even touched the gun several times. What did he use to fight with the alliance?!
...and that Griffin!That liar who is full of lies, we have lived with them for more than ten years of hard life, and this is the result?!Where are the reinforcements from Triumph City?What about tens of thousands of Conqueror tanks?Is this what he said is invincible?!
He could no longer hide his anger in his heart, and under the stunned gaze of his entourage, he cursed the Willant people who would never be offended on weekdays.
From Willant soldier to the Griffin, the man who could call his name, he cursed all over the place.If it weren't for not having enough spit, he would have wished everyone would have spitted.
Seeing that his eyes were staring at him, Widriel took a deep breath and calmed down.
After a long time, he calmly issued the first order.
Lower the legion's flag.
The soldiers and soldiers looked at each other, no one dared to move, and they didn't even move their legs.
Widley was embarrassed to find that no one here listened to him.
Fortunately, at this moment, a dense thunder suddenly came from afar, followed by a whizzing sound of breaking through the air and an explosion of fire blooming on the defense line in the southeast corner of Bister Town.
As he expected.
The concrete anti-tank piles and bunkers were not enough to withstand the Alliance's steel torrent. The Alliance would not slap the infantry to rush to their bunkers, but chose to blow them up before the range.
I don’t know what they carried on the tracks.
A blue arc flashed on the forked gun barrel, and the half-meter-thick concrete wall was bombarded to the point where only half of the pull-up steel bars were hung on the stone.
The soldier squatting behind the concrete wall was stabbed into a sieve by the broken concrete, not to mention the old-fashioned machine guns mounted on the bunker.
Subconsciously lowered his head to avoid the flying sand, Widrier burst into furious like a hamster with his tail stepped on, screaming and shouting.
What are you waiting for?The Willant people have abandoned us. Do you want to be buried with those cowards?For the sake of the spirit of the sea of sand, quickly lower the flag... just find something white to hang it on!quick!
Faced with Widriel's roar, the soldiers and soldiers standing next to them finally moved, rushed to the highest point of the fortress, and pulled down the legion flag hanging on it.
However, at this moment, the soldiers who lowered the flag suddenly discovered that there was nothing around that could serve as the white flag.
At this moment, someone suddenly raised his mouth. Lord Wedrial's shirt seemed to be white, so they rushed back to Widrial's side again, and took him away regardless of his objection, and finally completed the order of the Lord.
The Willant supervisor had already withdrawn with the last evacuated troops, and no one stopped their betrayal.
The reason why I did not take action before was simply because of the glory of the soldiers and loyalty to the royal family...
As for now.
Even nobles like Widriel who regard glory as life surrendered, so they naturally had no reason to continue to persevere.
I just hope that the alliance does treat the prisoners as well as the rumors say, and do not make things difficult for them, such as the involuntary little people...
……
Tsk, why did you vote?
Half of his body was exposed on the tank turret. The mole holding the telescope in his hand saw the white flag rising in the distance and smacked his tongue in pleasure.
The day before yesterday, the people from the Death Corps bragged on the forum, saying that they would conquer a city in two hours.
After asking about the strategic deployment of Bister Town from the Battlefield Brother, he planned to show off his skills with his brothers, but as soon as he fired a round of artillery, he raised the white flag on the opposite side.
This is too hard to help but fight!
Not far away, a disheveled man walked out from behind the bombed checkpoint with several soldiers, holding his hands up.
The waving gesture seemed to be begging them not to shoot.
There was no interest in killing the unarmed, the mole waved.
Three armed trucks dressed in steel plates drove over and stopped in front of the disheveled man.
Irena, holding a submachine gun, jumped out of the truck first. Just as she was about to tease the man who looked like a commander in front of her, the man suddenly knelt on the ground with a plop.
His forehead was tightly pressed against the ground, regardless of the sand and ash on the ground, and under the gaze of everyone's surprise, he choked with tears.
...The Spirit of the Sea of Sand is above, you are here!
Irena was stunned by his smooth movements.
He swallowed the teasing that came to his mouth and looked at the elf king Fugui next to him with a strange look.
Damn, what's going on?
Brother Fugui also looked at him in a daze.
have no idea……
The players who got off the bus were all confused.
This man cried so miserably, as if he had suffered a huge grievance, and they were embarrassed to laugh at these guys.
Widriel secretly glanced at the stunned soldiers, and felt relieved when he saw that he did not shoot. His face still had that sad and angry expression, and he kowtowed and tearfully to complain.
The youngest one is the baron of the Falcon Kingdom, named Widrier. His ancestors have run farms in nearby oasis for generations. They are honest and honest farmers, and they have been living a life of peace... Until one day, the Willant people came here.
Those big noses deceived us with sweet words, held our Majesty and his court hostage, occupied our shops and manors, forced us to work for them, and shed blood for their ambition to conquer the world... Praise the great administrators, praise the great alliance, thank goodness, you finally come.
Irena's expression was indescribably weird, and she said with a dry cough.
Anyway, you get up first.
Widriel did not get up, but instead put his head on the ground tighter, and kept muttering in his mouth. This time, he couldn't even translate what he was saying.
The elf Wang Fugui, who was standing next to him, sighed, walked to him and kicked the guy in the knee, pointing to one side of the road.
We are not interested in getting involved with you, and we don’t object if you like to kneel down, but please go there... don’t block our way.
Hearing the previous sentence, Widriel finally burst into tears and smiled, showing a flattering smile on his face, and rolled and crawled back to the side of the road.
Thank you for your kindness!Let's get out now!You...please inside!
……
The Fortress of Bister fell.
The Skeleton Corps took it here without bloodshed, and the price was only dozens of 155mm shells and several 60kg mass shells.
In fact, they only opened fire a little faster.
If it is a few minutes late, you may not even save the shells.
The defenders stationed here walked out of the fortress one after another, leaned their rifles on both sides of the road, and then squatted outside the bunker with their heads in their hands.
That dusty look makes people really hard to hate.
In the communication channel, Irena, who was arresting the captives, complained to the Mole Brother following behind.
Good guy... We didn't catch up with the big scene of welcoming the King's Division in Oasis No. 3, but we caught up with the Oasis No. 2.
It means it's over.
The Mole replied with a smile and waved forward.
The armored grenadier's truck advanced forward and drove into the checkpoint at the main entrance of the fortress with a swagger.
After confirming that there was no ambush in the camp, the mole then picked up the intercom and ordered the tank troops to follow him and advance forward.
When passing by the commander named Widleyer, he signaled the driver to drive the tank to the side of the road to stop.
Looking down at the man who was lying on the ground in a hurry, he searched through the turret, and found a blank notebook and threw it on the ground in front of the man.
Hearing something slammed in front of him, Widriel subconsciously shrank his neck, and then looked at it tremblingly after finding that his head had not fallen.
Without nonsense, the Mole looked down at him and ordered concisely.
Give you a chance to atone for sins.
In the past week, all the troops passing by here, their number, number, equipment, which way they took when they came, which door they left when they left, how much supplies they brought, whether they were left or right first when they went out... Write everything you know in this book.
Widriel nodded repeatedly.
yes!OK sir, I will do it!
Seeing that this guy was going to kowtow again, the Mole waved his hand impatiently.
Stop talking nonsense, hurry up.
The half-closed curtains passed through a ray of morning light.
Lao Bai, who opened his eyes, found that he was covered with a quilt, shook his groggy head, and woke up from his sleep.
You slept so hard.
Hearing the sound coming from beside him, Lao Bai turned his head and saw Chen Yutong sitting on the sofa not far away.
She had a blanket covered with her knees, her calves curled up in the blanket, and she was wearing the clothes she had yesterday.
It is October now, and the temperature in the valley province has turned colder. According to custom, this year should be warm winter, but it will snow at the latest in early December.
Thinking that he had let her sleep on the sofa all night, Lao Bai was also a little embarrassed and coughed lightly.
Sorry, I drank a little too much last night...
There was no way, not just the little girl named Lisa, but the drinkers in the entire Highway Town Hotel were waiting for his story.
In order to make the story look like that and to cover up the Pangolin's real spy identity, he could only grit his teeth and paddle the edges and other stories of players on the Pangolin's head.
So, the new killer who killed people on the G537 position became a warrior who entered and exited seven times on the No. 330 Highland.
If someone went to the Lion Kingdom hundreds of kilometers away, he would probably hear the opposite rumors from the locals, and he would not know why the pangolin was at the league and helped the legion fight the league.
But it doesn't matter.
This also fits the identity of that guy's double agent.
In the wasteland, anyone who has a mouth can brag, and no one has the ability to test which rumor is true.
Anyway, there will be people who are idle and frustrated in the future. Based on their own understanding, we will compile a logically self-consistent version.
However, what made Lao Bai wonder was why he was here.
As we all know, this game can block some feelings that will cause players to feel uncomfortable.Although this improves gameplay, it will also make it difficult for players to judge their own situation through early warning of the nervous system.
The most direct result is that once you get drunk, you will basically be a piece of cake.
And it's the kind that can't be connected to it by life or death.
Usually, some players were drunk, and Old Hook or other players tacitly helped them move the game characters to the guest room to rest.
But this time, I don't know what happened.
He actually moved him to the NPC's room.
It's okay, I'm not picky about the places where I sleep. I'm on business trips all year round and I often sit in the car for one night. This sofa is quite comfortable to sleep... Is the material of a different kind of fur?
As he said that, Chen Yutong pressed the soft handrail of the sofa.
Looking at her expression of being fine, Lao Bai suddenly remembered that she had drunk a lot last night and couldn't help asking.
Maybe it’s the monster’s skin... Speaking of which, don’t you even feel drunk?
Chen Yutong was slightly stunned.
I?I don’t feel anything. Bionic acid liver has enough ethanol dehydrogenase to metabolize alcohol. If it does not activate CYP2E1 enzyme to produce reactive oxygen, it basically doesn’t feel anything…
Oops.
My head started to hurt again.
We should have chosen the physical system at the beginning...
Looking at Lao Bai who was holding his eyebrows, Chen Yutong couldn't help but smile and joked.
It's quite difficult to get me drunk.
Lao Bai quickly coughed and explained.
I never thought about it.
Just a joke, don't take it to heart, Chen Yutong bent the corner of her mouth and continued, by the way... that drink is really interesting. Although she didn't experience the slightly drunk feeling you said, it had another wonderful feeling for me, thank you.
You're welcome, I said I'd like to treat you a drink.
I was always lying on other people's beds and felt embarrassed. Lao Bai sat up from the bed with his hands, shook his head, picked up the VM placed on the bedside table, and put it on his strong muscles.
The brief reading bar is completed, and the light blue fluorescence quickly appears on the screen.
However, what surprised Lao Bai was that a brand new little red dot appeared on the icon of the boot taskbar this time.
New mission: Take the latest flight to the front line for reporting.
He raised his eyebrows gently, and an excitement flashed in his eyes.
Chen Yutong asked curiously after noticing the change in his expression.
What's wrong?
The vacation ended early, and the manager called me to the front line. Lao Bai grinned and continued, it seemed that I was needed there again.
The next action target is the Royal Palace in Falcon City.
The Goblin Corps organized hundreds of W-2 attack aircraft to coordinate with them.
Cooperating with them were the Storm Corps, who would take the Iron Heart to directly break through to the rear of the Legion’s Oasis 2 defense line.
It would be a strategic adventure.
If you play it well, it will be the Battle of Crete, and if you play it poor, it will be the Garden Market Action.
It seems that the command center is planning to play a big game this time.
With a boiling fighting spirit in his eyes, Lao Bai lifted the quilt and got out of the bed, grabbed the coat hanging next to him and draped it on his body.
I guessed something from the expression on his face, but Chen Yutong said nothing, let alone worry. She just bent the corners of her mouth and said in a normal tone.
Be careful, I'll treat you next time I'll come back.
Old Bai, who stopped at the door, smiled and made a gesture.
Then I remember it.
……
Refuge No. 404.
B3 floor medical laboratory.
Luo Yu, who was sitting on the folding chair, was looking at Xiao Yu who was sleeping on the scanning bed with a worried look on his face.
Is it... OK?
Heya, who was standing next to the console, was busy recording the experimental data while taking the time to reply casually.
Very good, even stronger than before.
As the last check item ended, she knocked down the blue button on the screen.
Several flexible metal pipes were pulled away from Xiaoyu's forehead, chest and skirt, and retracted into the silver-white experimental equipment on the ceiling.
Then the work is to summarize the experimental data and analyze the conclusions.
Xiaoyu's research is the top priority of the Alliance's Institute of Biology. This not only affects the Alliance's understanding of variant slime molds, but also whether she can successfully obtain the B6-level biology laboratory.
After the analysis and conclusions were drawn, she still needed to organize the phased results into reports and mobilize them to the manager who was busy with a lot of things.
Sometimes she really admires that guy.
That guy's brain is like a multi-core threaded CPU, which can handle things from multiple different fields such as economy, industry, military, scientific research, culture, diplomacy, etc. at the same time.
The secret in that guy was even more fascinating than Qingquan City's mother nest. Unfortunately, whenever he talked about this topic, he always used a sentence that he was not very clear to make excuses.
Suddenly he noticed the worried expression on the faces of the residents of the shelter beside him. Heya thought of Chu Guang's instructions to her before, so he comforted him casually.
Don't worry, today's research is just a routine check, your little feather will be fine.
Although he still had a worried expression, Luo Yu's tense nerves relaxed a little after hearing the comfort of the league's chief biologist.
Looking at Luo Yu who was relaxing, Heya paused for a moment and continued.
However...its DNA is entering an unstable stage, and it is better to take it to dangerous places as little as possible recently.Especially on the front line, without the protection of the fruitful entity, the single mother is quite fragile.
Luo Yu nodded seriously.
But out of curiosity, he couldn't help asking.
What exactly is that unstable stage?
Can his little feather continue to evolve?
That's really awesome.
Looking at Luo Yu who seemed to be optimistic, Heya shook her head.
I don’t know that the research data I have in my hands is not enough to explain this situation, so I can only make a rough guess based on limited clues.
Luo Yu swallowed and waited for her to continue talking.
After sorting out his thoughts in his mind for a moment, Heya continued to say after a moment of pause.
There is a cycle of growth of the mother, which is long or short. After reaching the cycle, they will become another form of life, and this is what we call the mother nest... like a butterfly breaking out of a cocoon, it turns from a pupa into an adult.
Luo Yu immediately asked.
What is the opportunity?
Heya shook her head.
Don't know, but I guess it should be the choice of the future path.
choose……?
That's right, Heya nodded. The threat of nature is no longer a major threat to it. Standing at the top of the food chain, it is no longer subject to general natural conditions, which means it needs to choose its own path for future evolution.This is the ability given to it by nature and its mission.
Genetic information collected from nature, memory, experience and knowledge stored in neural tissues... these can all be used as references for evolution, and before that, it had completed the accumulation of these elements.Simply put, it has to decide whether it will become a cute mushroom or a deadly man-eating flower.
Looking at Heya and Xiaoyu lying on the scanning bed next to him, Luoyu nodded in a daze.
He doesn't understand those complex theories very much.
He only cares about one thing
Then after all this is over... does it still remember me?
Heya asked without hesitation.
Of course I remember, I said, memory is its reference for its evolution to the next stage of life, and it is a very important reference element... But even so, you still have to be mentally prepared.
Luo Yu became nervous for a moment.
What mental preparation?
It becomes another form of life, and its connection with you in blood may be interrupted. Maybe it will no longer be as close to you as it is now, and it is possible that it will even treat you and other humans as predators.Even memory is part of the inheritance, even if it still remembers what you are about...
Heya describes it in as easy-to-understand words as possible.
After listening to it, Luo Yu fell into silence, and the thoughts in his mind were like a mess of yarn, rubbing them together.
He remembered all the things that happened before...
It includes taking it to the suburbs for the first time to level up, teaching it to learn how to fight, including taking it to taste human food...
If these memories might be replaced by something else, he would rather maintain it so far than continue to evolve.
In fact, he didn't really need the kind of helper who could fight side by side.
He can fight alone.
At this time, Xiaoyu on the scanning bed had slowly woken up. The tentacles hanging on the scanning bed were gently moving, and an unconscious murmur came from his mouth.
Perhaps it was sensed his existence.
Xiaoyu, in a daze, slowly sat up from the scanning bed.
The moment I saw Luo Yu, joy and joy suddenly bloomed on the abstract face, and immediately dragged his heavy body and slid down from the scanning bed.
Oops!
Perhaps it was because it had just been exposed to anesthesia and had not fully adapted to the awakening body, but it fell down when it got off the bed.
Looking at the beautiful expression, Luo Yu couldn't help but laugh and reached out to hold Xiao Yu who seemed to be drunk.
Be careful Ah you...I won't run away again.
Oops!
The tentacles wrapped around the arm that was close to him, and Xiaoyu rubbed his head against his chest, and his grievanced expression turned into satisfaction.
Looking at the cute look, Luo Yu felt that the dark clouds and confusion in his heart were all wiped out.
Just like a person's birth and death, the cycle of life will not change because of likes or hates it, and what should come will come one day.
No matter what the future will be like, at least this little guy is extremely dependent on him now.
perhaps……
I should believe it a little more.
They have shared memories and can face the unknown future together.
I got it... Touching Xiaoyu's slippery head, Luoyu looked at Heya who was standing next to him, and said firmly, even if it finally became another form of life, I would not regret it... I will take care of it until the end.
I'm glad you thought so.
Heya smiled on her face, looked at the brave young man and patted him on the shoulder.
come on.
……
On the border of Oasis No. 2, Bister Town is surrounded by concrete into iron barrels.
Standing next to the bunker, Widley held the telescope in his hand and looked nervously at the endless sand dunes in the distance.
The soldiers standing aside were also nervous.
In just three days, at least tens of thousands of soldiers from the army had passed here, but no unit was willing to stay and stand with them.
The new line of defense is on the edge of Oasis 2. Compared with concrete fortifications, General Griffin seems to be more inclined to rely on the river embankment left over from the prosperity era.
However, this means that this fortress located outside the oasis has lost its function.
Not only did Widley disappoint him, but no one told him what to do next.
They were completely abandoned...
Just then, a messenger trotted over.
Report!Order from the headquarters
Hearing the voice, joy suddenly emerged in Wedriel's eyes.
It looked like a straw floating in front of the drowning man. Even though he knew that the hope of retreat was slim, he still reached out and grabbed the messenger's collar.
quick!Tell me quickly!What did Lord Griffin say?
The messenger took out a piece of paper from his pocket tremblingly and handed it to Widleyer's hand.
I noticed something wrong in the messenger's face, and Widriel quickly let go of the hand holding his collar and snatched the paper in his hand.
...At that time, the defenders of Bister Fortress will close all checkpoints in the east and must guard the fortress for more than fifteen days, waiting for reinforcements to arrive!
Note: In a crisis, the materials and fuel in the warehouse must be burned, and officers of centurion and above are allowed to surrender after the troops are reduced by 90% or more.
After reading the last line on the telegraph, Widley's face seemed to be painted with white paint, and there was no trace of blood.
No one will withdraw from the front line again.
This place has become a new frontline.
Those Willant people completely abandoned them...
Widrier's face gradually changed from pale to despair, and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and at this moment, a strong sense of bad premonition climbed into his heart.
A messenger rushed from the southeast direction in a hurry. Before he could salute, the man hurriedly shouted.
tank!Alliance tanks!They are moving towards our position from the southeast direction!
Widley asked subconsciously.
How many cars?
I don't know... maybe fifty, maybe one hundred or more.The messenger stammered.
The soldiers and soldiers standing next to him took a breath and unconsciously held their breath.
One hundred tanks!
The last unit that retreated from here almost took away all the Iron Fist Bazooka, and their anti-tank weapons probably didn't have a hundred rounds of ammunition in total!
Widriel felt that his heartbeat was lost in an instant and stood there without any hesitation.
There were only three hundred defenders in the entire Bister Fortress.
Even if he counts the workers who have not received military training, he can't make up a team of thousands!
Those anti-tank piles could not stop the Alliance's steel torrent at all.
Those people don’t even have to rush in, stop outside and bombard them with tanks for a few rounds, and they will suffer heavy casualties...
The adjutant standing aside looked at Wedriel nervously.
Sir…what should we do.
What to do... What to do... I also want to ask what to do!
Suddenly, Widriel suddenly burst out in everyone's shocked sight like an oil barrel with a cigarette butt thrown.
These big-nose beasts, cowards, are uncropped things!At critical moments, we will only retreat, let us step forward!
The more Widriel spoke, the more angry he felt, and his emotions became more and more excited, and his whole face turned red.
Until now, experienced officers have been transferred to the front line. It is said that even the entourages were put into the ranks of ten or centurion and thrown into the regular army.
A logistics captain like him who was brought up Make up the numbers, and he hadn't even touched the gun several times. What did he use to fight with the alliance?!
...and that Griffin!That liar who is full of lies, we have lived with them for more than ten years of hard life, and this is the result?!Where are the reinforcements from Triumph City?What about tens of thousands of Conqueror tanks?Is this what he said is invincible?!
He could no longer hide his anger in his heart, and under the stunned gaze of his entourage, he cursed the Willant people who would never be offended on weekdays.
From Willant soldier to the Griffin, the man who could call his name, he cursed all over the place.If it weren't for not having enough spit, he would have wished everyone would have spitted.
Seeing that his eyes were staring at him, Widriel took a deep breath and calmed down.
After a long time, he calmly issued the first order.
Lower the legion's flag.
The soldiers and soldiers looked at each other, no one dared to move, and they didn't even move their legs.
Widley was embarrassed to find that no one here listened to him.
Fortunately, at this moment, a dense thunder suddenly came from afar, followed by a whizzing sound of breaking through the air and an explosion of fire blooming on the defense line in the southeast corner of Bister Town.
As he expected.
The concrete anti-tank piles and bunkers were not enough to withstand the Alliance's steel torrent. The Alliance would not slap the infantry to rush to their bunkers, but chose to blow them up before the range.
I don’t know what they carried on the tracks.
A blue arc flashed on the forked gun barrel, and the half-meter-thick concrete wall was bombarded to the point where only half of the pull-up steel bars were hung on the stone.
The soldier squatting behind the concrete wall was stabbed into a sieve by the broken concrete, not to mention the old-fashioned machine guns mounted on the bunker.
Subconsciously lowered his head to avoid the flying sand, Widrier burst into furious like a hamster with his tail stepped on, screaming and shouting.
What are you waiting for?The Willant people have abandoned us. Do you want to be buried with those cowards?For the sake of the spirit of the sea of sand, quickly lower the flag... just find something white to hang it on!quick!
Faced with Widriel's roar, the soldiers and soldiers standing next to them finally moved, rushed to the highest point of the fortress, and pulled down the legion flag hanging on it.
However, at this moment, the soldiers who lowered the flag suddenly discovered that there was nothing around that could serve as the white flag.
At this moment, someone suddenly raised his mouth. Lord Wedrial's shirt seemed to be white, so they rushed back to Widrial's side again, and took him away regardless of his objection, and finally completed the order of the Lord.
The Willant supervisor had already withdrawn with the last evacuated troops, and no one stopped their betrayal.
The reason why I did not take action before was simply because of the glory of the soldiers and loyalty to the royal family...
As for now.
Even nobles like Widriel who regard glory as life surrendered, so they naturally had no reason to continue to persevere.
I just hope that the alliance does treat the prisoners as well as the rumors say, and do not make things difficult for them, such as the involuntary little people...
……
Tsk, why did you vote?
Half of his body was exposed on the tank turret. The mole holding the telescope in his hand saw the white flag rising in the distance and smacked his tongue in pleasure.
The day before yesterday, the people from the Death Corps bragged on the forum, saying that they would conquer a city in two hours.
After asking about the strategic deployment of Bister Town from the Battlefield Brother, he planned to show off his skills with his brothers, but as soon as he fired a round of artillery, he raised the white flag on the opposite side.
This is too hard to help but fight!
Not far away, a disheveled man walked out from behind the bombed checkpoint with several soldiers, holding his hands up.
The waving gesture seemed to be begging them not to shoot.
There was no interest in killing the unarmed, the mole waved.
Three armed trucks dressed in steel plates drove over and stopped in front of the disheveled man.
Irena, holding a submachine gun, jumped out of the truck first. Just as she was about to tease the man who looked like a commander in front of her, the man suddenly knelt on the ground with a plop.
His forehead was tightly pressed against the ground, regardless of the sand and ash on the ground, and under the gaze of everyone's surprise, he choked with tears.
...The Spirit of the Sea of Sand is above, you are here!
Irena was stunned by his smooth movements.
He swallowed the teasing that came to his mouth and looked at the elf king Fugui next to him with a strange look.
Damn, what's going on?
Brother Fugui also looked at him in a daze.
have no idea……
The players who got off the bus were all confused.
This man cried so miserably, as if he had suffered a huge grievance, and they were embarrassed to laugh at these guys.
Widriel secretly glanced at the stunned soldiers, and felt relieved when he saw that he did not shoot. His face still had that sad and angry expression, and he kowtowed and tearfully to complain.
The youngest one is the baron of the Falcon Kingdom, named Widrier. His ancestors have run farms in nearby oasis for generations. They are honest and honest farmers, and they have been living a life of peace... Until one day, the Willant people came here.
Those big noses deceived us with sweet words, held our Majesty and his court hostage, occupied our shops and manors, forced us to work for them, and shed blood for their ambition to conquer the world... Praise the great administrators, praise the great alliance, thank goodness, you finally come.
Irena's expression was indescribably weird, and she said with a dry cough.
Anyway, you get up first.
Widriel did not get up, but instead put his head on the ground tighter, and kept muttering in his mouth. This time, he couldn't even translate what he was saying.
The elf Wang Fugui, who was standing next to him, sighed, walked to him and kicked the guy in the knee, pointing to one side of the road.
We are not interested in getting involved with you, and we don’t object if you like to kneel down, but please go there... don’t block our way.
Hearing the previous sentence, Widriel finally burst into tears and smiled, showing a flattering smile on his face, and rolled and crawled back to the side of the road.
Thank you for your kindness!Let's get out now!You...please inside!
……
The Fortress of Bister fell.
The Skeleton Corps took it here without bloodshed, and the price was only dozens of 155mm shells and several 60kg mass shells.
In fact, they only opened fire a little faster.
If it is a few minutes late, you may not even save the shells.
The defenders stationed here walked out of the fortress one after another, leaned their rifles on both sides of the road, and then squatted outside the bunker with their heads in their hands.
That dusty look makes people really hard to hate.
In the communication channel, Irena, who was arresting the captives, complained to the Mole Brother following behind.
Good guy... We didn't catch up with the big scene of welcoming the King's Division in Oasis No. 3, but we caught up with the Oasis No. 2.
It means it's over.
The Mole replied with a smile and waved forward.
The armored grenadier's truck advanced forward and drove into the checkpoint at the main entrance of the fortress with a swagger.
After confirming that there was no ambush in the camp, the mole then picked up the intercom and ordered the tank troops to follow him and advance forward.
When passing by the commander named Widleyer, he signaled the driver to drive the tank to the side of the road to stop.
Looking down at the man who was lying on the ground in a hurry, he searched through the turret, and found a blank notebook and threw it on the ground in front of the man.
Hearing something slammed in front of him, Widriel subconsciously shrank his neck, and then looked at it tremblingly after finding that his head had not fallen.
Without nonsense, the Mole looked down at him and ordered concisely.
Give you a chance to atone for sins.
In the past week, all the troops passing by here, their number, number, equipment, which way they took when they came, which door they left when they left, how much supplies they brought, whether they were left or right first when they went out... Write everything you know in this book.
Widriel nodded repeatedly.
yes!OK sir, I will do it!
Seeing that this guy was going to kowtow again, the Mole waved his hand impatiently.
Stop talking nonsense, hurry up.
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