The bullet casings of the pistol ejected, and blood mixed with brain plasma splattered radially on the walls. The terrifying experience should be over for the Southern Cape Wehrmacht here, as this is already the last man.

If you want to blame Noyeru, who told her to run around by herself? Patrick and G41 can only kill all these poor soldiers and get her back.

"The next time you have an accident, can you prioritize not holding us back?" Patrick said coldly, as G41 was helping Noyelu untie him.

"Don't worry, I won't catch it again," Noyeru said angrily, "next time I'll solve it all, I'll solve it myself." ”

"No, I mean, you can try to pull a grenade and die with the enemy. ”

A cold pierced Noyelu's spinal cord, and the corners of her mouth were distorted, and she was silent for a while before whispering G41.

"Is he angry......

"Probably......"

When their reinforcements arrived, it meant they had taken the town. Even though Patrick could still hear the fighting burning, there wasn't really much to keep them busy.

"Patrick, Junoan wants to talk to you. "The voice of madness echoed in my head," said a private channel. ”

Uh-huh, it seems that they won't be idle yet.

"Let's go back to the post office first. Patrick replied.

Passing by the Nanlian mecha blown up by Noyero, they have to cross another mess of streets. Noyeru didn't forget to take a closer look at his masterpiece: the mecha that resembled the Cyclops was blackened, one of the tracks was broken several times, and a large hole suddenly appeared in the engine and cockpit, and the power of the explosion exploded directly through the gun mount from below.

Dead bodies in various postures could be seen in the streets, as well as unspeakable pieces of flesh and severed limbs, rivers of blood dried by artillery fire, reddish-brown marks still releasing the residual smell of the original. The patrolling Combine soldiers had stiff faces, their eyes were expressionless, and the wrinkles below their sockets were unusually deep. They may be able to laugh at the post office, but here, no one is making a sound.

He's back in hell, Patrick thought, and he's embraced it all with open arms because it's a sacrifice he's had to face. In order to put an end to this hell on earth for a long time, he must first face the battlefield he knows well, is used to, and can not be separated from.

Entering the post office, which was completely unrecognizable, Patrick saw the Type 95 squad again. They rested on a bench, and the nightmarish battle made the girls tired, and they fell asleep all at once. The Type 79 and NZ75 are one left and one right, leaning on the shoulders of the Type 97, forming a solid triangle. M99 is holding a rabbit puppet, pillowed on the knee of the 95, and childish dreams float out of his mouth.

Just wait, wait. Patrick said silently in his heart.

"Ah...... I'm sorry, sir," Type 95, who wasn't very sleepy, looked up slightly and saw him, "You weren't here just now, we accidentally fell asleep." ”

"It's okay, you guys have a good rest, I don't want to disturb you. Patrick whispered.

"Are you leaving?"

Patrick glanced back at G41 and Noyero: "Probably, Junoan has something to do with us." ”

"Then allow me to thank you again, sir. Type 95 said with a smile.

"There's no need, you should know that the important thing in my eyes is the post office," Patrick said lightly, "and even if you die physically, you can rebuild in the rear, and sacrifice is nothing to you." ”

"Yes, but very few humanoids would like the experience of death, and the chief should know that, right?"

Patrick sighed, there was no point in arguing any longer, he was the only one who would fail.

"Whatever you want. He left that and walked to the basement.

The power supply has not yet been fully restored, but the lights set up by the Combine have lit up the entire basement. Patrick ordered all the Combine soldiers to be withdrawn before Frenzy reconnected with Junoan.

"So, what's the matter with you? I suppose you have 'private' information to inform us of the private channel, right?"

"There are many reasons why old people don't die. For example, secrecy is a practice that I must follow as a client, and for example, our conversation is a little more relaxed, less rigid, and more ......personal," Junoan said with a low voice, his seriousness as a commander diminished.

"Well, I see," Patrick said, sitting on a box of ammunition, "you name it, it's just that we don't have anything to worry about with you." ”

"Worrying about you is as ridiculous as worrying that a T-Rex will go vegetarian, do you think I will?" said Junoan, "I'm worried about myself, the most important person in our country, someone who will do whatever it takes." ”

Oh, yes, Jefuti. Patrick muttered to himself angrily.

"You're asking us to go back?" asked Patrick, and when he did, the G41 and Noyelu were okay.

"No, I have no right to command you. I just want to remind you, all of you in the Haddish team, haven't you been a little ...... lately Too active?"

This is true, after all, they went to the front and killed countless people. They can be seen in the Combine's offensive, which is tantamount to signaling to the South, especially Zvado, that Patrick is not in the country.

Patrick pondered for a moment, looking at the palm of his right hand, dried blood and dust sticking to it, like a wound that could not be healed.

"I know that Zvado Philip may already be planning at this time, Junoan. It's not too late for us to go back, but ......," Patrick paused, exhaling, "they can't always rely on us, they have to face their own problems alone." We help each other, they help us, and so do we. Not this time, Junoan, not this time. ”

"Does Mondstadt and Jefti know?"

"They are not fools, and it is impossible for them not to be able to protect themselves. "Maybe you'll need them, a TASA and an artificial ligand." ”

"It's better to be like that. Junoan replied with a smile.

"When the private matter is said and done, do we have to tell us the information we should listen to? ”

"What's the hurry," Junoan cleared his throat, "we have strong evidence that the Southern Cape government has been usurped by the Wehrmacht, and that the whole country is now controlled by the military. ”

"And then the military colluded with the South," Patrick preemptively said, "and that's really reliable intelligence." ”

"Our intelligence officers who have infiltrated the enemy's sphere of influence have reported that the head of the military and the top level of the Southern Union in charge of negotiations remain in the capital of the Southern Cape for a meeting. ”

"In the city of gold?hausenburg?" asked madness.

"People in high places like to enjoy, so what's wrong with that? It's easier to hunt them. ”

"That's right, you're targeting them," Junoan then said, "Get rid of them and negotiate with the Southern Cape government, maybe the Southern Cape will break its alliance with the Southern Union, and the Coalition won't have to go through a big attack." ”

"Oh, you've figured it out," Patrick teased, "tell me where we're going to find your clever intelligence agent." ”

"It's not me who decide where to meet," replied Junoan, "and you would just go straight to Hausenburg." ”

"Cut, mysterious fellow. Madness muttered disdainfully.

"They can get the information of Nanlian, you can't do it, crazy. Patrick added coldly.

"I'm in charge of Selene and Artemis' intelligence!"

"That's outdated. Patrick said, getting up from the ammo box.

It's time to meet these old friends, Patrick thought, very "old" friends.