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Washing away the bloodstains, collecting the stumps, burying the dead, saluting, all the work of sweeping the battlefield was done almost completely unconsciously. The tension and fatigue of continuous combat completely deprived them of the ability to think, and all that was left was the survival instinct.

A few shovels were shoveled and patted on Baker Island, and there were a few more ownerless and nameless graves.

"What should I do next, keep running away."

"By the way, we have to come on. Oh, we actually forgot to refuel, and the plane is still out of fuel. ”

"Where are you going to run? Who has an idea? ”

"Where can you escape, it's better to die here."

No one was silent. Under the damp sea breeze, the safari mercenaries couldn't help but shiver. Fear is full of fear in my heart, even my heart is gradually becoming weak, and my body temperature is dropping rapidly. At such times, the brain is not able to think effectively at all.

"I'm not going anywhere." I don't know who shouted, "It's safe here, at least for now." Golems are also fighter jets, and they also consume fuel. We'll at least have to wait until all that stuff runs out of gas before we take off. ”

Although it was a negative thought, it finally made this tired crowd think about problems with their brains again.

"How do you know when the puppet will run out of gas, that thing will be contagious, one after another, maybe it will never run out."

"You can't wait, you have to run! You can only survive if you move. Haven't you heard the old story? ”

The arguments are intense, but they are not directional, perhaps this is a common phenomenon in public debates without a leader, and they are lively to talk about, but there is no need to expect any constructive conclusions; If this kind of nonsense has any effect, I am afraid it is just to bring the crowd together. The safari mercenaries wandered around like this, returning from Baker Island Cemetery to the base tower, and there was not a single single word.

Kara-Lutgrim did not participate in the aimless quarrel and did not leave, but just stayed quietly, occasionally looking at the steel wreckage in the distance, the -135 air tanker, which had fallen completely silent in the night. For her, the tanker was like a sealed pit, a closed door, a way that could have led to the world she longed for, but it was dead, blocked, and now just a pile of solid scrap metal.

Maybe everything I did was wrong. The former sisters of the Vespa Fighting Force, and the people who were just considered puppets, have grasped the truth, and their souls have reached the other side of complete freedom, and only they are still imprisoned in this skin.

She covered her head with her hands, trying to dispel the thought.

What should I do? Kara had run out of ideas. She really wished that the attack was close by her, as long as she kept up with the long action in front of her.

There was only canned food left in the Baker Island base, but it was still a hearty meal for this group of tiger and wolf mercenaries. Hammer and Grasshopper have opened all the stocks, and they are ready to leave anyway. The future is very confused, even if they stick to this, what can they keep here. But just leaving Baker Island like that, the two of them felt a little guilty. If any more safari mercenaries were killed, Baker Island would no longer be a safe haven.

"What should I do, maybe."

I don't know who remembered the first topic.

"Falcon 2, you name it. Why haven't you opened your mouth until now? ”

"Why do you ask him, look at that virtue, I really think that my dog skin is still useful."

The mercenary who spoke rolled his eyes, referring to the Falcon 2's former Free State Security Flying Team uniform. For the former mercenaries of the United States, the former Free State Security Flying Team is somewhat similar to a mix of a county sheriff and a hunting policeman. It's all in the past, the situation is changing almost every day, the Pan-American Entente has essentially collapsed, and the system has completely collapsed. Falcon 2 is just some kind of relic of the old days.

"What qualifications do you have to say cool things. Without Carla and Falcon 2, no one would have survived here. Shut up, we'd better listen to them. ”

That doesn't mean I'm at their mercy. The war is over, and I can do whatever I want. The only benefit that this war has brought us is freedom. Lao Tzu can be regarded as getting rid of the original hypocritical, **, self-deceptive system, but what about you, you plan to build a cage again. The mercenary who said this was obviously not in a good situation before the war, "I've seen a lot of people like this." ”

He stood up and raised his hand to Falcon 2, "County sheriff!" ”，

He also pointed to the co-pilot of the tanker plane, "Executioner! ”

He cleared his throat, "Apparently you've found your role in the system of the old days again. Wow, this is a good game. You can unite and kidnap others to accept the system. There are only a few of us, ah! More than two dozen nomadic mercenaries who advertised freedom actually formed the system of the old era. What's even more ridiculous is that no one realizes it, and they all sit down obediently. Isn't it ridiculous! Do you also deserve to be free? This cage, Lao Tzu doesn't drill. ”

These words really poked into the heart of Falcon 2. He has given up his Alaskan identity and is determined to follow Kara and break into the world. But now he seems to be no different from the past, reconnaissance, search, control, and become a restraining person for the movement of the crowd, is this what he wants? He has no idea what he wants to do in the future and what role he will play.

Falcon 2 did not interrupt the mercenary's accusations against him, and as a result, the accusations gradually turned into invective. In this noisy environment, he seemed to think of something.

The mercenary finally approached Falcon 2: "If you dare to hinder Lao Tzu, try it." ”

"Freedom?" Falcon 2 looked at each other.

"Yes. Freedom, Lao Tzu can't eat, but he also wants to be free. ”

"I think you're getting freedom and ...... wrong Confusion. ”

"Chaos?"

"I don't have much to say to you." Falcon 2 looked back at Kara, "I was Kara's wingman in the battle just now, and I am still here. I respect Kara. ”

"Kara? Falcon 2, how can you be confused by her. Have you forgotten who brought this disaster to you? The mercenary was aggressive, "It's a hundred days ghost, it's a bombardment!" Carla is the wingman of the slammed. Even if she just cleared the siege for us, who would have thought of what her purpose was. Maybe she's just trying to trick us into coming here and turning us all into puppets. Isn't there an accident with the oil bar? ”

Kara didn't want to be part of this pointless discussion, but she had to teach them a lesson. Ottgreen's appearance resembles that of her radio call sign and her tall giantess. She just has a handsome face, and her figure is big enough for an average man to take two steps back. She turned and rushed at the mercenary with great speed, her feet shaking the floor.

But before she could rush in front of her, the mercenary was suddenly knocked to the ground with a punch from the sideways.

The person next to him was Falcon 2, and he rubbed his fist: "This punch is purely my personal emotion. I've been putting up with it for a long time. As he spoke, he pulled off the zipper of his flight suit, ripped off the uniform of the security flight team, spread it to his waist, and pulled out the stance, ready to let go of his hand to fight.

The others also began to coax, and the group of mercenaries planned to eat after they had eaten their fill.

However, when the giantess entered the antechamber and stood in the middle of the crowd, they couldn't help but be quiet. The light dimmed suddenly under Kara's figure, like a huge figure standing on the horizon at this time.

The mercenary who had just taken a few steps back before getting up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth and glaring at Kara. All the safari mercenaries watched quietly and nervously. They waited a long time, always hoping that Kara would say something. Now, Carla is finally going to speak.

Carla looked at everyone, and the corners of her mouth twitched twice: "It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous." You still don't know what the struck has done for you, do you? ”

The mercenaries looked at each other. Someone said, "We can only see what the centennial ghost does." ”

"Do you know that there was a man who was desperate to avoid this qiē long before he was born? He saw this qiē, he didn't throw the responsibility on anyone, he just fought alone. Yes, he had felt lonely at one time, no one cared about his enemies, no one cared about his goals, no one cared about what he foresaw. But he just persevered. If it weren't for him, you wouldn't have had the life to see the real Hundred Days. ”

At this point, no one answered.

"We are all here from the former American University 6, does anyone still remember that Meng Strike eliminated the American Hundred Days Ghost Combat Body there? Does anyone remember him preventing that catastrophe? Mengsheng became a part and core of the combat body, completely controlling and destroying the union of the combat body from within. Do you know what kind of warfare it is based on self-sacrifice? Enter the enemy, dominate the enemy, and thus disintegrate the enemy. This is the only way to fight the whoopers. He became a 100-day ghost again and again and defeated the 100-day ghost, but he never cared that the world regarded him as a 100-day ghost. ”

Carla looked around at the crowd: "I, I believe in him. I know he's still fighting, he's fighting inside the Whooping Ghost at the moment. It is no accident that the shadow of the Hundred Day Ghost on the skyline is the appearance of a struck. This is a sign that the struck has begun to dominate the Hundred Days. But just now, the puppet suddenly exploded, and the Hundred Day Ghost was also entering the human race, dominating the human race, dominating you and me. ”

She was excited, and when she said this, her throat suddenly froze.

Falcon 2 stepped forward and wanted to do something. Carla waved her hand, grabbed the beer can from the table, pulled the ring and poured it up, and drank it all: "It's much happier." The Hundred Days Ghost has broken into our world, and I won't let it get complacent, everyone. ”

"Yes." Someone whispered in response.

"I'm not empty-handed." Carla tossed the jar away, "The Hundred Days Ghost Search and Tracking Pod on my plane, I'm sure you just saw it, and that thing saved our lives." Now, I'm going to use it to take the initiative. ”

Speaking of counterattacks, the mercenaries' feelings were also excited.

"There are many entrances to our world that have broken into the Hundred Days Ghost, and I plan to seal them one by one. I've played whack-a-mole, where is the whooping ghost, I'll knock it back! The giantess turned against the light, her words were sonorous, and her figure became larger, shrouding everyone in shadow. At this point, she is irresistible.

"Count me in." Someone shouted.

"Count me in!"

"Fill up my plane, I'm done!"

The cheers that followed became chaotic, and I couldn't make out a word.

The hammer was in the corner, and he looked at the grasshopper: "I decided not to go yet." ”

"I'm not leaving." The grasshopper replied.

"At least we've figured out the rules of the puppets. Starting tomorrow, I'll start broadcasting when the puppets are low, so that mercenaries who haven't turned into puppets can join us. ”

"Well, I'm going to restore the airport facilities. If someone helps, it will be restored faster. ”

"There will be more and more people."

At this moment, there was a crisp sound of smashing wine bottles among the noisy mercenaries, and someone shouted: "For the return of the attack!" ”

"Yes, for the return of the attack!" They take a sip and smash their glasses, ready to fight.

In the midst of the cacophony and jubilation, Kara withdrew from the crowd again and looked back out the window.

The moonlight has long since disappeared, and this is the darkest hour.