In the abandoned underground graveyard-like subway passage in the Shinjuku area, two men are running wildly along the railroad tracks.

The dead silence of the place was long gone, and the rumbling of cannon cannon mixed with the constant fall of huge rubble on the ground made them risk their lives with every step. Behind them, the roof of the tunnel was crumbling down, as if every second could bury them both alive underneath.

Originally, there were five of them, except for one imp who was reckless and observant of the ground situation, and the other two members were killed by these rubbles.

This is still the case underground, and it is conceivable that it must be boiling like a pot of oil in hell.

Finally, the nearly two-hour bombardment was over, and the world fell silent again as the last bit of echoes and aftershocks cleared.

The two stood there for a moment, then sat down on the ground as if their strength had been drained all at once. They opened their mouths wide like goldfish in the water, desperately breathing in the air filled with dust and the smell of gunpowder.

"Fuck, fuck, Britannian piglet, cough! Cough! ・・・・・・ fuck! The young man with the stubble on his chin cursed incoherently, and then finally sobbed uncontrollably.

"Jade City." The simple-looking curly-haired man didn't know what to say to comfort the other party, so he could only put his hand on the other's shoulder.

"Damn it, Britannian brute. Dare to put Kawasaki, Xiaolu and friends ・・・・・・ them and they wait, you give it to the uncle and I wait・・・・・・"

Yucheng's body curled up in a ball, trembling incessantly. Although his tone was low, anyone could hear his almost crazy feelings.

Fan should be able to understand his current mood very well, Kawasaki, Midorikawa, and Aida Tomoya. They are all newcomers to the rebel group, and their joining is undoubtedly exciting for the rebel group, which has been defeated at every turn in recent years.

Especially Xiao Lu, this child is only 15 years old, and he usually likes to go around Yucheng the most, and the eldest brother shouts loudly. This greatly satisfied Yucheng's vanity. Even when the rebel group slammed into Britannia's steel body with his fragile body, knocking himself into a blur of flesh and blood while the other party barely felt it, the kid still firmly believed that Fan and Yucheng would be able to drive the Britannian invaders out of Japan.

Such a child was torn to shreds by a Britannian shell twenty minutes earlier.

Right in front of the two of them.

The pain of the fan is no less than that of Yucheng.

But now there must be no impulsiveness, and Britannia's offensive this time is different. In the past, they faced a Britannian patrol with only two or three kittens, but this time it was a real torrent of steel above them!

Fan knows his buddy's personality very well, this guy can do anything once he is hot-blooded.

"Yucheng, calm down. We can't do anything now. ”

Fan said and patted his buddy's shoulder, and Yucheng waved his hand away.

"Can't do anything?!"

Yucheng stood up suddenly, grabbed the collar of the fan and lifted him up, his eyes red like a hungry wolf.

"Midori, they're all dead because of you! The whole organization is going to be doomed because of you! You're telling me now that you can't do anything?! ”

"Yucheng, I don't want to see this either, I...

"You don't want to? If you hadn't listened to that Britannian and let us come here to talk to him, those three imps would have died?! I've already told you the at the beginning! The Britannian who didn't even miss his face was a spy, and he lured us out to catch us all! You're still running around and getting into someone's net! Naoto was so blind back then! Putting you in the hands of an idiot! I'm blind too! I... ”

Before he could finish his words, the fan had already smashed into his face.

The clay people also have three points of fire, and the mountain has really swallowed his anger and tried his courage in order to resist the survival of the organization over the years.

He knew the gap between himself and his previous leader, Naoto Red Moon, who had died in battle.

He doesn't have the command courage of Naoto and the leadership temperament that can make people follow to death, and he doesn't have a long-term strategic vision, all he can do is to ensure the survival of the organization, and the biggest record is only to completely annihilate a twelve-man Britannian reconnaissance team, which is compared to the almost miraculous record of Naoto who led three people to destroy a three-Glasgow, nearly forty-man firepower team, and captured a complete Glasgow, the fan can indeed only be called inaction.

Everyone can see the efforts of the fan, in fact, the anti-Japanese war has now changed from guerrilla warfare to terrorist activities, and the survivors are veterans who have experienced a hundred battles, and they have long lost hope for the resistance activities, and the vast majority of them have long been numb, thinking that they can only kill a few more Britanians before they die in battle.

At this point, it doesn't really matter who is the leader. So they didn't have much hope for the fan, but more tolerance. After all, a leader like Naoto Red Moon is really hard to come by.

No, even if Naoto can be resurrected, what can he do, can he be compared to the Japanese Liberation Front? Can he compare with the Japanese army back then? Can he be compared to the EU Chinese Federation?

This deep desperation, which had been weighing down the rebel group, was breathless.

The opponent is so strong that he is madly heartbroken!

As the leader of the organization, Fan has to be under the double pressure of internal and external pressure and his own disappointment in himself, in fact, he has already been overwhelmed. And the only thing that has supported him so far is the hundreds of brothers and hundreds of lives under his command.

If he falls, the brothers will be finished.

And Naoto's sister, the girl Kalian, she is still so young.

Naoto has saved the fan's life more than once, and before he died, he even confessed that he wanted to take care of the girl himself. If Karen dies because of herself, then the fan is really dead and has no shame to face Naoto.

It is in this situation that the fan has persisted until now, but there is nowhere to tell about the suffering.

And now, one of his best brothers, Shinichiro Tamaki, actually poured salt on his sore spot at the most critical moment of life and death, and it is no wonder that the good old man fan is about to lose control for a while.

Yucheng obviously didn't expect the fan to beat himself, and he was a little stunned for a while. The fan obviously has no intention of stopping venting.

"You want to be the leader? Well, I've been dreaming of giving up this seat for the past few years! But who do I give it to? Let it be given to you? I can guarantee that within a week, there will not be a single survivor left of the anti-resistance group! ”

"What did you slap you son of a bitch?!"

The words of the fan obviously lit the fuse of the big powder keg of Yucheng.

"Am I wrong!?"

Just as the two were about to pounce together, an inopportune applause suddenly rang out, instantly making the two adrenaline-filled men pick up their weapons and look around nervously.

"Who!"

In this silent underground space, the unhurried applause seemed unusually harsh.

"Aren't you fighting?" A figure of Xiuzang slowly stepped out of the shadows, his tone tinged with sarcasm.

He was supposed to be a young man, wearing the uniform of a Britannian soldier, but it was already in extra tatters, and several bullet holes stained the gray fabric around him a blood-red color. His face was wrapped in a thick scarf, revealing only two eyes and a head of white hair.

He walked about five meters in front of the two of them, put his hands in the pockets of his upper body bulletproof suit, and stood there casually, seemingly not worrying about the short-handled rifles pointed at him in their hands.

"Aren't you fighting?" He asked again.

"Who are you? Britannian soldiers? Fan asked.

"It was ripped off a dead guy." He twisted his shoulders as he spoke, which explained why this guy acted like he was okay even though he had four or five bullet holes in his body. "It doesn't fit well, but is suitable for use in the current situation. Ah, by the way, I'm 'that Britannian' who asked you to come. ”

Fan immediately stopped Yucheng who wanted to fire, but the muzzle of his gun never left the opponent's chest and abdomen.

"Get your hands out!" He fanned his muzzle and commanded.

The white-haired man chuckled softly.

"I don't know who the straight man you're talking about is, but if you choose one of the two of you to be the leader, I'll probably choose you too. That mustache, remember to thank people when you go back. ”

As he spoke, he pulled his hands out of his pockets and dropped the pistol at his feet.

A cold sweat broke out on Yucheng's back.

"Show your face too." Fan said nervously.

This time the white-haired man did not agree.

"It doesn't matter, can my face be a threat to you?" He shook his head slightly. "No, in fact, I have built yì you also cover your mouth and nose, and now the dust particles produced by the cracking of concrete are very tiny, and once you inhale them, it is almost impossible to metabolize them, and it will cause permanent lung damage. Stay here for two hours and your lungs will be completely destroyed. ”

His calm tone, which seemed to be a homely class, provoked the fan, and he shot a point shot at the white-haired man's feet.

"Now, show your face! I suspect that you deliberately lured me out so that the ground forces in Britannia could annihilate our group. If your next words aren't enough to make me believe your words・・・・・・"

The white-haired man seemed to be stunned by his words, and he couldn't speak for five seconds, and his beautiful purple eyes opened wide, as if he had seen something incredible.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Fan did not answer.

"Are you guys in the rebel group as stupid as you are?"

"What are you talking about a Britannian white-skinned pig?!" Jade City erupted again.

"You're just fanning, aren't you?" He ignored Yucheng. "Sue your friend, I'll let him lie down when he puts his finger on the trigger again."

"You!"

Fan didn't wait for Yucheng to speak, and glared at him sternly. Obviously, the calm appearance of this white-haired young man made Fan believe that the other party still had a back hand, maybe at this time, there were more than a dozen guns aimed at them around this dark tunnel.

The white-haired man smacked his lips, he raised his hand to look at his watch, and sighed helplessly.

"Time is running out, but there are some things that I should make clear to you now."

"What's the running out of time?"

"You've been fighting the Empire for some years, but it's all petty fights, and you shouldn't have experienced a real large-scale battle.

To put it simply, the air force and long-range artillery cover the battle, then the knightmare and tank lines advance, and finally the infantry sweeps the battlefield themselves. If you're almost hearing by now, you can hear the sound of the tank's tracks by sticking your head to the ground. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a puff of dust and stones fell from the top of the tunnel. Apparently, a knightmare had just passed over their heads.

"Obviously, the slums of Shinjuku are not a strong line of defense, and sporadic resistance will not stop the motorized troops, but it doesn't matter to us, because neither the knightmare nor the tanks are suitable for tunnel combat, and it is the last tail sweep that can really threaten us.

According to my estimates, in the case of the advance of the front, we will be surrounded by Britannia's forces in a maximum of twenty minutes. Of course, this is an optimistic estimate, because with the full two hours of fire, I don't think there are many intact buildings worth clearing by the tail sweepers. Coupled with the fact that the District 11 Resistance has always had a tradition of hiding underground, once the Imperial forces decide to clean up from the ground first, we may only have about ten minutes left to catch our breath. ”

Although the man's tone was calm, the words he said made Fan and Yucheng feel as if they had been splashed with cold water from head to toe.

At this point, even Yucheng didn't choke back on the white-haired man's "District 11" speech, saying "What should we do now." "Stuck in his throat by his pride, there is a possibility of breaking out at any time.

The white-haired man didn't torture the two big men who were battling with their pride anymore, but reached out and pulled down the scarf that covered his face.

For a while, Fan and Yucheng were a little speechless.

There is no doubt that this is a Britannian face, but there seems to be some oriental descent between the eyebrows.

Although they guessed that the other party was very young, they didn't expect it to be so young, and they really couldn't believe that this young man, who was not much older than Xiao Lu, had such an old and spicy negotiation method.

A youthful face and a sophisticated temperament are perfectly combined in this handsome face.

The dust in the air seemed to make the young man uncomfortable, and he frowned and pulled his scarf up again.

"Next." He glanced at his watch again and said to the two who had just come to their senses. "Time is tight right now, but I don't want to have to defend the guns of the two of you when I run away. So let's help you sort out your thoughts first. ”