Although the fan is anxious to follow the fire, if what the other party says is true, then they have very little time left. But he didn't want to be suppressed by this little ghost in terms of momentum, so he gritted his teeth and pretended to look like Mount Tai collapsed in front of him and his face did not change color.

What's more, judging from this kid's tone, he is very sure of escaping, and is willing to take both him and Yucheng.

Yucheng is not so calm.

"Okay! Boy, if you don't satisfy me with your explanation, I'll be right away..."

"Fan, that's your name, isn't it? Tell your friend that if he continues to waste our time, I don't mind breaking his knee and leaving him to the Britannians. ”

The white-haired young man obviously saw that Yucheng was not the kind of person who could communicate peacefully, so he decisively turned his head and said to the fan.

"Jade City! That's enough! Do you want us all to die here?! ”

Yucheng scolded and shook the gun and sat on the ground. Fan also put down the gun, signaling that the other party could rest assured.

"Well, it's been more than a month since I got in touch with you. I have provided you with quite a bit of information on the Imperial Army, as well as some of my suggestions for your organization's future operations. Unfortunately, you don't seem to have taken my advice on board. For example, I have made it very clear to all of you Pureblood representatives where Jeremiah spoke last month, and I have told you, 'If you arrange a dead soldier in a crowd or a sniper in a hidden place, there is a high probability that he will be killed.' But you don't seem to be doing that. None of the other plans, such as the assassination of the new Minister of Propaganda, the demolition of the aircraft fuel depot during the change of troops, and so on, are not factual. ”

"How could we listen to the walkie-talkie we picked up in one step and let our comrades take risks!"

"Picked up on the ground?" The boy shook his head. "To be precise, it was picked up on a pile of Britannian soldiers' corpses delivered to your doorstep, right? The two ensigns and the four non-commissioned officers were all obtained by me with great pain, and I thought that this was a lot of weight for the nomination. ”

The fan fell silent for a moment.

One morning a month ago, when he opened the door to his apartment, he saw a scene that he will never forget.

The bodies of six Britannian servicemen were piled up into a hill. Just blocked at the door of his house, the top of the corpse was a very old-fashioned walkie-talkie, and a white envelope was pressed underneath, the seal was meticulously sealed with fire wax, and the envelope was written in immature but serious Japanese like a schoolboy. ”

The frightened fan hurriedly pushed and kicked the corpse into the house, and then immediately opened the letter.

The letter itself is written in English, and the calligraphy is smooth, but not fancy. This did not create dyslexia in the 11 districts of the Empire, where mandatory English language was introduced in the colonial areas.

The letter begins with a statement that he is a Britannian who does not know how to write Japanese, and that he apologizes for the trouble of disposing of the corpses, and suggests a few practical suggestions for how to deal with them. And to ensure that these corpses will not cause problems for the fan and his organization.

What follows are polite compliments in the official language, like unremitting efforts, the struggle for freedom and equality.

It wasn't until the last few lines that the other party showed what he really thought.

Cooperate.

You don't believe me, that's okay, I'll prove my sincerity with the information I'll provide next. If you're interested, contact me using that walkie-talkie.

If the fan was scattered just now, he was terrified after reading the letter.

Why?

The calligraphy and grammar in this letter are so meticulous and gentle, and the person who wrote this letter piled them up in front of your house after killing six people, and then talked about it in a tone that I really sorry for staining your carpet, which is a gift for you, and I hope you like it.

The image of Hannibal the ogre instantly appeared in Fan's mind.

"Over the next month, we contacted many times via the walkie-talkies I had left behind, and although you did not take my advice, I think you could learn from other sources the veracity of the information I provided. For example, corroborating my information and news. Judging from the fact that you have come here today at my request, you have come to believe in me. ”

Indeed, Fan has beaten his chest several times after watching the news and learning that he missed a good opportunity. People in the organization are also increasingly inclined to meet with this intelligence provider. So we have the meeting here today.

In fact, before the meeting, Fan had already believed the other party, after all, this information was too precious and tempting, and there was no reason why Britannia would use such confidential internal information to deceive a small resistance organization.

The most important thing is that the other party had obviously arrived at the door of Fan's house that night, and it was not more effective to arrest him, the leader of the organization, and torture him than to fish with bait?

But when it came time to meet, Britannia's army pressed up, Fan was trapped in this subway passage, and completely lost contact with the organization, which means that they are now blindly resisting the Britannian army without leadership, which can't help but the small flame of doubt in his heart is burning again.

"Actually, if you calm down and think about it, what if you can be by your comrades' side now? Will it be able to stop the Imperial Army? To put it bluntly, the Imperial army doesn't need to scheming against you. And the fundamental reason why your organization has survived until now is that the gains from destroying you are not comparable to the amount of money it would cost to send an army out once. ”

The boy's words made the facial muscles of the two of them twitch violently.

Even Yucheng couldn't say anything to refute at this time.

They are just too weak.

Fan was silent for a moment, and finally spoke. "If destroying us is a real loss for them, why would Britannia attack Shinjuku?"

Now he finally let go of the last doubt in his heart, lowered his body and asked.

"It's actually my fault・・・・・・" The boy finally showed a look of displeasure.

"I provided you with a lot of information some time ago, and if used properly, it could have a big impact on the Britannian Army in Area 11. But today, just when you finally believed me, you chose to attack the weakly defended Chemical Weapons Research Institute.

If it's just an attack, you've also brought out chemical weapons. Even for Britannia, the lethality of chemical weapons was beyond their reach, and bringing the bombs to the slums of Shinjuku gave the Imperial Army a great opportunity, as there were no Britannians here, even if the bombs eventually exploded by force. So even if they razed Shinjuku to the ground, they would find or even destroy Miè's bomb.

I miscalculated your desire to turn the tide of the battle, and if I had gotten rid of this piece of information at the time, we would have had more time to talk now. ”

Fan and Yucheng's faces became more and more ugly.

Although the boy said that it was his own fault, the subtext was: How could I be stupid enough to hand over such important information to you. I have given you so many great opportunities, and you have chosen the stupidest one. I didn't say anything stupid, but I still hid in Shinjuku with this hornet's nest. Well, Shinjuku is going to ruin miè now, you're going to be finished, the men, women and children of Shinjuku are going to be finished, it's all your fault!

"What are we going to do now?" Yucheng was also single, jumped up directly from the ground and rushed to ask.

This let the fan save the fan cheekily and whispered to compensate for it, please ask someone.

The boy glanced at his watch again.

"Can I trust you two not to shoot me now?"

"Of course, I'm sorry for the offense just now." Fan rolled his eyes in his heart, yes, it's all at this juncture, what else can I do besides pretending to be a grandson?

The boy looked at the jade city again. Yucheng nodded suddenly, like a chicken pecking rice.

"I promise! It's true! Even if you hit me, I won't shoot! What do we do now? ”

"We're waiting here."

"What? According to you, aren't all those tail sweeping troops coming soon?! Yucheng was mad at him.

"Yes, we'll wait for them here." The boy said as he picked up the pistol at his feet.

"Do you want to fight them?" Fan asked incredulously. "The three of us are fighting hard with the regular troops?"

"Nope." As he spoke, the boy pulled down the scarf from his face and threw it on the ground. "I'm going to work hard with them, so you'd better find a place to hide. Hurry up, I seem to hear footsteps. ”

Hearing him say this, I also heard some faint footsteps.

"We're here to help, too! It's better than you! ”

Fan misunderstood what the boy meant, he thought that this boy wanted to fight the tail sweeping troops by himself, so as to give them a chance to survive, and he was suddenly moved. What a good boy, we misunderstood and can still do this for me and that bastard in Yucheng. And he's still a Britannian, what kind of spirit is that?! This is the spirit of internationalism! That's the Internashville spirit! This is the spirit of great love to revenge the general!

Fan didn't say a word, and with red eyes, he was ready to pull Yucheng and this young man to sacrifice himself here.

"Well, I'm very touched by the spirit of the two of you, but you will kill me like this." The boy was amused by these two hot-blooded single-celled creatures. "If you want to die, I don't mind if you kill yourself after I escape."

The two of them, who were puzzled, finally found a boulder that had just fallen and hid it behind, exposing half of their heads to observe the situation outside.

When the young man saw that the two of them had been hidden, he immediately pulled out his pistol and pointed it diagonally at the ground and fired two shots. The people on the other end of the passage had apparently heard the gunshots, and their footsteps had become more urgent, and in less than a minute at most, they would rush here.

"That's right, the fan, and that mustache."

"What? Want to help? "The heart of the fan is in the throat.

"Seriously, find a cloth to cover your face, I've been feeling very uncomfortable in my throat for a while." The boy complained.

Fan and Yucheng were completely defeated by this guy.

Then the boy sat down on the ground against the wall, coughing incessantly, and tilting his head to one side, looking very weak.

Figures could already be seen at the turn of the passage, and judging by the footsteps, there were at least four or five.

Then, the sound of footsteps that was close at hand suddenly stopped.

"Charles!" A voice shouted loudly in English.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, my king Yongchang! Ahem, here, safe. The boy replied in a dying man's voice.

Six figures came out of the corner with a cat, four men guarding the surroundings, and the remaining two kneeling around the boy. The professionalism and swiftness of the action made the fan as an enemy admire.

"What's going on?" A non-commissioned officer in his thirties looked at the young man covered in blood, and he immediately judged that the amount of bleeding was a decisive plan that could not be saved.

"Terrorists, cough... A lot of people ・・・・・・"

"Where's your squad? What about the captain? "The young man is already extremely handsome, and he is very young and dying, so that the non-commissioned officers who have been fighting on the battlefield for more than ten years can't bear it. At least someone should be left to take care of him.

"No, I'm, ahem, the last ・・・・・・"

The non-commissioned officer was immediately in awe.

Fight to the last man! This kind of contingent is all too rare in the Imperial Army. With overwhelming strength, the Empire has almost been able to prevent its own soldiers from fighting to the death, even in the face of several times the number of enemy troops, as long as a report and a fire support are provided, any enemy army will be wiped out.

It would be a shame for the empire to let such a young warrior die on the battlefield without any support!

"Son you are doing well, very well. Your parents will be proud. Hold on a little longer. After saying that, he turned his head and shouted, "Wells! Richard! You stay! Others, follow me to clean the passage! Let these colonial sewer trumpets taste the popcorn for 5.72! Bring this kid back with some souvenirs! ”

The soldiers roared in response, and pulled out their legs to avenge the young man.

"Nope." The young man grabbed the non-commissioned officer's clothes, "There are too many of them, cough, they buried cough, a lot of bombs." John was killed, cough..."

When the non-commissioned officer heard this, he immediately calmed down.

"Kid, I'm sorry."

Due to the strength of the national army, he has almost forgotten the last time he saw his comrades leave. Now another young life is about to disappear, and he can't save him or avenge him, which makes his eyes moist after a hundred battles.

Fan and Yucheng, who were hiding in the shadows, were impressed by the acting skills of the young actor. It's only been two minutes since he appeared, and with less than a hundred lines, he can make a group of Britannian soldiers cry.

It's horrible.

"Sir, I have information, I want to report to the command." The boy's breathing became even more rapid.

This is a function that only the helmet of an infantry non-commissioned officer has, after all, every piece of information needs to be processed manually, and if a recruit gets shot in the ass and screams for support, then the command will not work.

Therefore, only the squad leader of each squad can have the qualification to call the command center, and it is not allowed to use it unless there are special circumstances, otherwise it will be severely punished.

Because "every time you occupy a communication channel, you risk another soldier in dire need of reinforcements being surrounded and killed." These are the exact words in the officer's manual.

Of course, this rule does not apply to Knightmare pilots, each of whom has their own liaison as a valuable asset to the Empire.

If you see a Knightmare liaison in the command post giggling out of nowhere, don't be surprised that the driver on the other end must be flirting with a beautiful woman while he is at work.

The white-haired boy gave him a good reason to make an exception to contact Command.

"I know, ahem, ahem, ahem, ・・・・・・ahem, ahem, ahem, ・・・・・・ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem,