On a small island near the border, the Middle Initiates crashed down with A-Laws' mech. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

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It was pitch black in front of my eyes, my whole body ached, and blood was pouring out of my body. I could feel my strength fade away, my eyelids were getting heavier and I was almost fainting. But I survived in the end, because it was far beyond the physical fitness of ordinary people, and I was lucky enough to crawl out of the edge of hell.

The wound was healing quickly with the help of the armor, but the internal wound in the body still couldn't heal for a while, so I could only lie obediently in the dirt and wait for recovery.

Not far from where I fell, a pile of wreckage burned with a raging fire that lit up half of the sky, scorching air and heat rushing down on me. I looked with some sadness at the burning wreckage, where my comrade-in-arms, the companion "Nakashishishi", who had lived and died together for four years, lying quietly, letting the relentless flames engulf his body, and its form, which I was once proud of, was now completely gone, leaving only a place of ruins and shattered fragments.

His mouth was dry and thirsty, and his throat was hoarse and he couldn't speak. I wanted to do something about the middle pose, but I just lay in the dirt and waited for my injuries to heal. I clearly understood that the middle beginning style became like this for me, and not long ago, the middle beginning style, which was entangled with enemy planes, chose to blow itself up in order to keep me alive.

I don't know if anyone will believe me, but at that moment I did hear it, and I saw a young man sitting in the middle of the endless blue ocean, his whole body was so transparent that he couldn't see his face, but I could feel him smiling at me and saying something to me.

But the tide was too loud, and his voice was too quiet, and in the end I heard nothing. When I wanted to listen again, he suddenly disappeared...

Then, I didn't know anything. And when I woke up again, it was like this...

Trample!

There were footsteps, someone approaching me. My five senses made me react quickly, but even if I did, there was nothing I could do. Because, now I am still in a state of serious injury, the bones of my whole body are shattered, the blood is rushing, and I am still losing a lot of blood before, so I don't even have the strength to lift my eyelids, let alone hide them.

Now I can only pray to the poor god that he will have mercy on me when he is very pitiful, and how about taking care of me when everyone is sick? Unfortunately, apparently the god ignored me, and the footsteps grew louder and closer in my ears.

The steps were fast, but they were frivolous and unsteady, and the opponent fell to the ground at least two or three times in less than a minute.

From this point of view, it is very likely that the other party is the enemy pilot who was pulled in by the self-explosion of the middle start. But apparently the other party's luck is better than mine, he not only has a complete body and a good pilot's suit, but also has a complete self-rescue facilities for the body. Unlike me, I relied entirely on my own body to blow up the self-detonation of the middle school. Now for the first time, I hate my indifferent attitude towards the driving suit, and if I could have a good anti-G driving suit, I wouldn't be so embarrassed.

However, this also requires that the energy of the self-explosion in the middle of the beginning is not the GN particles produced by the solar furnace, but the low-power power furnace at the beginning of the UC period, otherwise even if I am physically strong and the driving suit is good, it will still be finished. It's just that the current situation says that it is useless, because the enemy's footsteps are very close.

"Whew... Call...! The other party's heavy gasp, just less than 100 meters away, will gasp like this, indicating that his body is also choking. But even so, he walked towards me with firm steps, and he seemed to have a great grudge against me, and even though the other party had not yet come to my side, I could already feel his great anger and hatred.

He may be a friend of a soldier who died under my hands, or he may be a fiancé or something, it seems that I have offended a lot of people, at least I can bump into an enemy in this environment, but not everyone can do it.

He walked over to my side, his body seemed to be shaking with excitement, his hands resting lightly on either side of my helmet, his breathing increasing rapidly.

I knew that he was excited that he was about to be able to slay his enemies, and that he wanted to see me for what I really were before he killed me. After all, the true face of the "Fifth Man" of the Celestial Organization is still quite attractive. Of course, what I mean is that the other party obviously wants to recognize my face and kill me with a knife rather than kill me like this.

His hatred for me clearly outweighs that of the average Federation Army. Unfortunately, my body has regained its senses under full treatment from the armor, which is about 1/10th of what it would be under normal times. My quietly hidden right hand has already grabbed a handful of dirt on the dirt floor, just waiting for the moment he picks up my helmet to reveal a hint of carelessness, and when he relaxes his guard, I will not hesitate to attack his eyes with the dirt, and then grab and break his fragile neck with one hand...

My eyes had regained vision, and I could see the helmet slowly detaching from my skull, the dirt clutched in my right hand not relaxing for a moment. My eyes had begun to turn slightly red at some point, and the little strength that had just been gathered in my body was waiting for the moment when the enemy showed his carelessness.

However, compared to my forbearance, the other party's emotions have obviously fallen into tension, and his breathing is messy and even worse. I clearly understood that his feelings were fluctuating, and that was a good thing for me, because it would be easier to kill the other person when I had a fight.

The soldiers who are affected by their own feelings are no longer worthy of going to the battlefield, and in that world where the devil eats people, any feelings are a burden, even if I cherish the feelings between me and my companions the most, after coming to the battlefield, I am just a ruthless and tearless asura.

Humans are emotional creatures, I know that very well.

But it also depends on the environment, any emotion and soft-heartedness on the battlefield is irresponsible for your own life, you can sympathize with the prisoners, you can sympathize with the enemy's suffering, you can even make a big noise at home for the cruelty of the war. But there is only one premise for all this.

The war is over, and you are ...... victorious.

His eyes narrowed, and his red pupils were shrinking as the helmet was gone.

The shadow of the helmet slowly receded from my face, and the heavy feeling left me, the moment when my helmet was completely lifted and thrown aside! I burst out, and the unmistakable blow of the dirt in my right hand landed on the opponent's face, and then before the opponent could scream, my left hand had already grabbed the opponent's fragile neck with one hand, and at the same time rolled over and pressed the opponent firmly under me.

But I didn't expect that the original foolproof method failed, and the other party's reaction was far more than I expected, almost at the same time as I moved, he blocked the dirt that hit the face with his backhand, and at the same time the other hand grabbed my hand on his neck, so that I could not exert my strength.

The other side's reflexes are three times greater than that of ordinary soldiers! This value flashed in my mind. Then I immediately increased my strength, and as time dragged on, my strength increased, and the other party's strength became less and less because of the passage of time. A smile of triumph crossed my face, this was not the place where I should die, and no one could take my life until they found Louis.

It's really pathetic for soldiers who are troubled by feelings, especially in the context of such a war....

The cool moonlight shone on the earth, bringing a chill and a chill to the silent woods.

The red-eyed man with a devilish eye grabbed the other's neck with one hand and smiled evilly. His black hair bared his teeth and claws in the gale, and the flames not far away from him suddenly rose at this moment, illuminating the faces of the two people who were scuffled on the ground fiery red.

And just when the firelight completely illuminated the faces of the two, the two sides who were scuffling on the ground were stunned at the same time, and they both stared at each other with wide eyes and looked at each other in disbelief!

The man who overwhelmed the other party seemed to be stunned and forgot to continue to hold the other party hostage, but as a result, the feet of the man lying on the ground shrank against the man's lower abdomen, and then kicked hard! The man was kicked out, and the one lying on the ground was relieved at this moment.

She clutched her neck and coughed, gasping for hard-won air, her long silver hair was covered with mud because of the scuffle on the ground just now, and her handsome face was a little pale and weak under the light of the fire, but no matter how tired her body was, her golden eyes were always firmly fixed on the man, and the feelings revealed in them were very complicated.

There's sadness, there's anger, there's hatred, and there's a wonderful feeling that is hidden at the end.

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