The third carriage is the living carriage. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info entered the first dormitory with a raised hand, and I waved my hand, and the room full of guards who were still chatting immediately rushed out.

"What's wrong?" Seeing me move like this, Ian became very nervous. I can't help but ask: Are you pretending to be stupid or are you really stupid?

"What do you say?" My calm questions were exchanged for blank rolls. If it's pretending to be stupid, if I haven't seen it yet, then the other party is also a master, and I don't mind rubbing it a little longer.

"I don't know. But, Comrade General, if you ask me why I went in the wrong direction......"

"No, no, no, I'm not interrogating you." I interrupted slowly, adjusting to the somewhat sharp tone I had just spoken earlier. His prestige among other man-made gods is high. Although I don't understand where his prestige comes from, I do know that it is absolutely stupid to offend him.

"Let me tell you that. If what you just said is true, most of our troops on the ground are massing to the north, and train zero, which is deep underground, is going all the way south. According to the analysis of Yuri's troops just now, the enemy may have discovered our traces. Do you understand the seriousness of the problem? ”

Ian shook his head in confusion, the right train of thought flashed through his mind, and then he dismissed it.

"I don't understand, Comrade Commander." Ian thought for a long time, and finally shook his head vigorously.

"No, you know, you've already thought of it." I didn't look at his mind because......

"Let's be clear," I sighed and slowly got up, "You were guided by an airwave to northern Pyongyang, right?" ”

"Yes." Ian nodded puzzled.

"You found out that most of the coalition forces are going north, right?"

"Yes," Ian interrupted, "but ......"

"How did you find our train?" I asked, "Since the establishment of the communication, Train Zero has not given such an order!" If we command to go north, why do we want to go south? You can find our train in the north, why not in the south? ”

"You mean...... Ian's face turned pale, "do you...... We've all been tricked......"

"Ah...... yes," I replied with a deep breath and a breath, "thanks for the reminder." Thanks to you, I realized that we have enemies within us. ”

"Enemies?" Ian impulsively stood up from the bed, "The enemy is at present, not to mention that it was a crisis on the line of life and death just now, this damn traitor even dared to leak information!" He didn't know he was ...... too."

"No...... There weren't so many dead soldiers," I asked, shaking my head, "do you remember where that station is?" ”

Ian had a flash of inspiration and let out a soft snort.

"Yes, you have thought of it," I said softly, "you didn't listen to the message by radio, did you?" ”

"But...... In that case, maybe I'll only be able to find the dispatch point. This would probably be where the other person is......" Ian replied hesitantly, "and even if he finds the station, he can walk away......"

"You're wrong," I said with a mysterious smile and shaking my head, "if you could determine the location of the station that sent you the fake news...... Then I think, that spy shouldn't be too far away from us. ”

"Understood, Comrade Commander, I'll go at once." Ian stood up and was grabbed by me.

"Don't worry," I felt my eyes shining, "and you didn't finish your words when we had a meeting just now. ”

At this moment, Ian was only left with shock.

"What else...... What you don't know? ”

"Can you believe it? I've seen you. I stood up and patted him on the shoulder. It's ridiculous to say that Ian is older than me, and now I'm talking like a child.

"You...... Seen me? Ian looked up in surprise and glanced at me. Indeed, it would have been strange if he had remembered me.

"You don't remember me? Well, if you remember me...... That's weird. I slowly leaned down to look him in the eye. Ian remained silent.

"Look at the world in a grain of sand." I burst into a sentence. Ian looked up, and we looked at each other, and my eyes were shining.

When I got through his eyes, I never thought I was going to go on a long trip.

There has always been a paradox in my abilities: as long as I am not born with a different brain structure, it stands to reason that the more complex his mind is, the more difficult it is for me to see through. Actually, it is not, for example, Lomanov's actions, in my opinion, are as clear as if he were dictating. The children on the street, on the contrary, I can't grasp what they are thinking.

The key-shaped pattern slowly took shape in mid-air, but I didn't see what I wanted to know.

"Gone to the wrong channel!" I wanted to quit again, but the environment didn't change with my thoughts.

All I saw was a ruined city. There are no houses left on the streets, not even roads that can be opened to traffic. The signboard lay staggered on the ground, and the steel bars were still burning with unextinguished sparks.

Just ended the war? I bowed my head. War is a common occurrence for us, so this war ...... Is there anything I'll never forget?

Not far out, I saw the already mottled "French Quarter" sign. And on the right side of the street, which has erased all French flair, one person holds the other, kneeling on the ground and crying.

I turned my head indifferently, and unsurprisingly saw Ian. I've seen a lot of this kind of parting scene, so I didn't comfort me when I stepped forward.

Don't say that the other party can't hear it. Even if they could hear it, persuasion and comfort would not bring the dead back to life, and I don't want to deprive them of the right to use the best way to regulate their emotions.

Ian was holding a female soldier in an East German military uniform. This is a scene of memories, I don't feel the life signal of this female soldier, but I know that this special forces captain will not live long. A large-caliber sniper bullet hit her in the lung, and even Bugira (author's note: the god of youth in Norse mythology, whose golden apples can rejuvenate people and still cure all diseases) could not save her.

"Why...... Comrade ...... company commander, "Ian is still crying. I couldn't help but be taken aback when I saw the rank of lieutenant on Ian's epaulettes.

The woman on the ground, with her black hair scattered, lay limply on the ground. It has to be said that the contours of her face are more distinct than Ian's abdominal muscles, and her meticulous state even before her death is incompatible with the free nature of gypsies.

"I knew that...... You're going to cry for me......" The woman laughed, more blood coming out of her mouth.

"Don't talk about it......" Ian scrambled to hold down the woman's wound, but it was all in vain.

If at this moment, it's Darsha and me...... I'll give her a shot, or give me a shot. The living one is responsible for the burial of the sacrifice.

"Facing the morning glow, the comrades who are fighting......" she chuckled and chuckled, "the enemy is about to collapse......

"Victory is coming...... Ian picks up the lyrics, "Arm yourself and unite ......"

At this moment, it is already dusk, but the two of them seem to be "facing the morning glow", facing the slowly rising sun.

As I sang the last line of "Guards," I heard Ian crying. What I noticed was the body hanging from the telephone pole next to him.

"Stania ......" I looked at the name written on the sign and read to myself the words on the sign on her chest, "'I am a shameful American lackey, and Your Majesty deserves my punishment'?" ”

"What a ...... What about silly girls...... "I said to myself," I muttered, "but...... What did she get? ”

If I'm not in a hurry, I can study this issue here for a while. When I closed my eyes again, I was expecting the landscape around me to change again.

The scene changed again, but it was still not what I wanted. This time it was a place similar to an interrogation room. On the wall of the room is a large poster of Comrade Castro's head, and the walls on both sides are covered with all kinds of hygiene knowledge. Behind a desk, a black woman in a white coat picked up her reading glasses and carefully examined the form in her hand. There are no windows, just a silent electric fan overhead and an air conditioner next to it.

At the desk was Ian. Seeing the "zero" on the doctor's badge, I understood everything.

Here it is...... The legendary "Reinvented Man Factory", the Cuban People's Army Courtyard Zero?

"Okay Comrade Ian, long story short. We've reviewed your application, but you need to know that we're not a 'Resurrection Center', and that the Reinvention Project is just a research project with a measly 1% success rate. Once it fails, even the ashes will not be left. ”

"I agree." Ian replied firmly.

Let me out! I yelled overhead. Time is running out, and I don't have time to read Ian's secrets.

"The success rate of man-made gods is only one-tenth of that of re-creating man. In fact, we have succeeded in only three cases, but we have failed in seven hundred and sixty-five. Do you still agree to be evaluated by man-made gods? ”

"I agree." Ian still didn't let go.

"The third question...... To be honest, this issue has been taken seriously by General Secretary Castro," said the black aunt, taking off her reading glasses and staring at Ian, who had been tormented by exhaustion and anxiety, "and the fighters who are not yet alive have taken the initiative to be reformed." This is not a shortcut to strength, nor is it a problem that pain can solve, this is suicide in disguise. ”

The silence was mixed with the storm of the battle between heaven and man, and three seconds was simply longer than three days and three nights.

"I understand." Finally, Ian looked up, a rare look of determination in his eyes.

"If Lothea succeeds, I don't want to be a burden to her," he said, "if it fails...... Let me spend the rest of my life avenging my only love. ”

The black aunt raised her eyelids and was stunned on the spot. There was a glint of sympathy in his eyes.

"What if you all fail?" She asked.

"Then take it as ...... Let's contribute to medical research in Cuba. It's not like this hasn't happened before, and it's not a couple of us, is it? ”

"But even if your surgery is successful......," the doctor said with a little stuffed nose, "you'll be separated, and you may never see each other again until you die." ”

"I'll go to her," Ian said, "and if that happens, she'll look for me." ”

The picture changes for the third time. Thankfully, I finally found the picture I was looking for.

"Ian." Suspended in the air, I happened to be next to Ian. I whispered in his ear, "Let me see...... What's down there......"

……

Ten minutes later, I was back in train zero. Daxia was the first to run up, held me who was a little unsteady on my feet, and asked with concern, "What's wrong with you?" ”

"How's Ian?" Jin Yanbai interjected.

"He's good, and so am I. After 10 minutes of heart-to-heart talk, we found a lot of problems. In order to provide an answer to all of our doubts, I decided to send him on another mission. I gently pushed away Daxia's hand, pulled over a chair, and sat down next to Kim Il-jeong.

"Speaking of which......" Jin Yanbai said to me suddenly, "I was with ...... just now Belch...... The comrades of the Supreme Council (this word seems to be a little unfamiliar, which made Jin Yanbai think for a while) discussed it. Given that the main forces of Yuri's troops are in the south, and the main forces of our troops are in the north of Pyongyang. So now the train must turn around and go north, and direct our soldiers to attack south......"

"Whose idea was this?" I interrupted.

Kim Il Jeong raised his hand arrogantly. I nodded, suddenly picked up the teacup on the table, and poured the tea from the teacup over his head from beginning to end.

"Pour me a cup of coffee," I said without hurrying, looking at the suddenly chaotic carriage, "Comrades, please take a seat." Before discussing the solution to the dilemma, let's talk about the problem of borers. ”