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On his side, there is a small machine, which is a hand-cranked superconducting generator, suitable for field needs, and is a military supply manufactured by Siemens for EU military supplies.

The small generator was connected to a superconducting battery, and another two hours of shaking it would be enough for tonight, but Peter didn't have the strength or energy to shake the handle anymore.

Peter had been following this army for almost four days. For four days, Peter spent the cold and mud of spring, the cold and pain accompanied him, turned into heavy weights on his heartstrings, tugged and tightened his spirit, tired his heart, and dissolved his will.

In the past four days, Peter only dared to approach the camp of the Chinese Federation troops when the electromagnetic camouflage cloak could work, otherwise without the protection of electromagnetic camouflage, even approaching this camp would be a wild fantasy of luxury.

It was also in the past four days that Peter found that the army was in the process of ground consolidation, and they found a wide and flat place, and used some engineering vehicles and robots to carry out tamping and expansion operations there, and sorted out a vast and solid flat land.

What are they doing? Ready to set up a village? But Peter didn't think it looked like it.

It was not until the afternoon that the answer to this question emerged.

15:23 p.m.

Prostrate on a distant mountain, holding a digital telescope, Peter's mid-range lens sneaks a peek at the Chinese Federal Army 2.8 kilometers away through a matte-finished lens.

A large number of soldiers of the Chinese Federation were dressed up one after another, stepping on steel boots, and came to the vicinity of the flat land to assemble, and lined up in a phalanx, about 2,000 people, which is the number of a brigade.

However, Peter was surprised to notice that these phalanx formations were keeping a distance from the flat land, leaving about 500 meters of open space.

What the hell are they doing?

Soon, Peter's questions were answered.

A cyan arc of light bloomed in the void, lighting up the telescope's field of vision.

With the bloom of the cyan magnetic storm glow, a space-time bubble blew up from an infinitesimal place, expanding hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye, filling the pre-opened field.

The space is like water waves, the ripples are throbbing, and the light passes through it, as if passing through a haha mirror, and the scene becomes strange and bizarre.

Under the cyan light curtain of space-time bubbles, distorted light and shadow emerge from nothingness, and the shadows and shadows stretch out in accordance with the dimensional extension of the four-dimensional space-time, restoring the order of matter.

When this big bubble of time and space burst, a black convoy of pressure silently pressed on the field that should have been uninhabited.

And at the head is the behemoth steel beast about 30 meters high, 50 meters wide, and 100 meters long, and the arrogant eight-seat tracked power cabin oppresses the earth.

"That's ...... What the? ”

Peter couldn't close his mouth anymore, and he didn't know what he was asking, the cyan bubble? Or the steel behemoth?

The thing that challenged common sense shattered Peter's logic with its huge size, he couldn't speak, trembling unconscious**, his body was trembling, the uncomfortable heat turned into sweat through his skin, sticking to his clothes, his eyes widened, as if he was glaring and questioning, but this ridiculous and weak look had turned into a frightened look up when he reached the majestic posture of the steel beast.

Peter's blank brain, which was almost down, squeezed out a little logic, told him that there was always something great in the world that our philosophy could not understand.

What happens to you when you are confronted with greatness that you cannot comprehend?

When the magnetic storm glow remaining in space and the arc generated by the ionization of the atmosphere disappeared, Ren Dao and Liu Zhen, who were the commanders of the response troops, and Liu Zhen, who was the political commissar of the unit, stepped forward and approached the giant beast led by the base car.

"It's really big."

After getting closer, Ren Dao couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "Anyway, is this thing really useful?" What a mobile factory ...... or something?"

"Nano three-dimensional printing technology," Liu Zhen glanced at the huge body of the front half of the base car, "It's enough." ”

At this time, the sound of the airtight door opening notified the arrival of the two chiefs.

Facing the side of the two, above the tracked power compartment in front of the left side of the base car, as the airtight door was deflated, a smaller girl came out with a military uniform, and the women's tall military boots stepped on the top armor plate of the tracked power cabin, and walked forward eight meters, with a cold and expressionless little face looking down at Ren Dao and Liu Zhen condescendingly.

O petite man, he stands on the edge of a cliff and looks down on the wind and clouds below.

Dressed in a military uniform, the whole is iron-gray, which means that she is either an Overseer picket gendarme, or a spy intelligence officer, and the bright red and conspicuous pattern of the sword on the chest of the military on her right chest indicates her identity: Shang Fang's sword must be the military police of the Overseer!

The little girl, wearing a narrow straight-sleeved military uniform with a corset of right buttons, a left name tag on the chest, and a right military branch chest mark, plus epaulettes, armbands, armbands, and collar flowers, with a dignified and solemn big cap and a scarlet five-star cockade, a black patent leather military coat swaying in the wind on the shoulders, a straight slim breeches-style military trousers, and women's tall military boots that are tucked under the knees, perfectly complement the military's unique heroic temperament - that is, the stature is a little short.

In the eyelids that were pulled down, there was a pair of eyes dotted with gold.

However, her eyebrows and skin color ......

With a hawk-faced nose, deep eyes and thick eyebrows, brown skin, and green eyes, he is a beautiful fetus, and he looks like a big cannibal, but Ren Dao can't recognize the specific region and nationality of the big food, and Liu Zhen is not interested in inquiring about this matter on the Internet.

"The commander of the First Brigade of the First Division of the First Army of the Second Army of the Beidi Raiders Army of the Chinese Federation, Colonel Ren Dao reports!"

"Political commissar of the First Brigade of the First Division of the First Army of the Second Army of the Beidi Raiders Army of the Chinese Federation, Liu Zhen reports!"

The two of them stood side by side and saluted in unison.

So, the little girl who was standing on the edge of the cliff also saluted in return and said, "The first-class overseer of the Military Judge Advocate General's Department of the Privy Council of the Chinese Federation, Ashiriel Awan. ”

The voice is very cold, which matches her external image and temperament very well, and with the unique pronunciation breadth and tongue curl from the heart to the corners of the lips in the language of the Dashi region, the speed of speech is tight and powerful, and the exotic entanglement is mysterious.

Ashrie ignored the ladder beside her and took a step forward, her whole body slowly falling like a feather in a mocking Newton posture as the golden blossom grew brighter in her eyes.

Ren Dao seemed to want to say something, but was stopped by the white and tender palm raised by Ashruier.

"Before we get down to business, we need to catch the little rat."

Ashrie turned her head away, staring at the mountains in the distance, and a faint gold dust crossed her eyes.

In the field of view of the telescope, Peter saw the petite female officer turn her head, as if she were staring at herself—I don't know if it was an illusion, Peter felt as if she had seen a slight golden sheen in her eyes.

And then, because of that look, it was like a crowbar wrenched into Peter's brain.

"Wow, ah!!"

Peter screamed and hugged his head, bleeding from all seven orifices, spasmodizing to the ground like shrimp, his brain seemed to be shattered into tofu brains, and for a moment, Peter had forgotten his "existence".

The Buddha has come to the end of the path of life, and in the abyss he sees the nothingness of existence.

The thing called "self" dissolves in this nothingness, and the Buddha candy man is melted into the water.

Until, his godless eyes, blankly reflected a blue thing.

A hat,

A military cap,

A military cap without a cockade.

Where it should have been a cockade, there was a flower pinned to it.

A paper flower woven and folded with various colors of paper, and the workmanship is a little crooked.

In the midst of nothingness, a flower suddenly bloomed.

“…… Yes...... Scold...... Woo-woo...... Ahh......hh

From his mouth came a gasp for life - or a roar?

Eventually, when several Chinese Federation soldiers arrived here, all they saw was some bloodstains.

Ashruiel lowered her head and looked at the blood, and couldn't help frowning slightly: "Actually eat my 'heart piercing' and still be able to keep consciousness and escape?" Did you meet an iron man of will? ”

She looked up, her gaze stretching in a southeasterly direction.

"The secret of the chrono teleportation can't be revealed yet," she ordered, "Chase!" ”