The ventilation ducts are terrible, but what is even more terrifying is the vibration under the feet. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIt seems that the volcanic eruption is faster than we thought, and in this case, the rocket launch is urgent. Luckily, the pipe was a straight road, which was okay except for a bit low, so after about two hours of walking, we reached another window sealed with barbed wire. Although there is still a long way to go, the light of the morning sun sprinkled in the pipes is clearly visible. "Attention, we ...... Uh, what's going on? When I turned around to inform me, I suddenly noticed that there seemed to be more people in the back. No, there are more than a dozen people in our group, how did we count it, and it feels ...... A bit too many people?

"According to your arrangement, all of us are going to leave from here, so I'll send them a signal and let them all gather here......" Ni Zhaoliang's expression was a little embarrassed, I sighed, and muttered in private: "It's good that Chance's brain is not spinning quickly, otherwise if you set a fire or put some poison gas, this will be the end of a net." ”

After all, when the barbed wire fence was pushed away, there was a cliff five or six meters high below. I took a safety rope out of my bag, tied it to one side, and slid down the rope, and the people behind me also rushed down. It appears to have been a battlefield, with narrow corridors littered with destroyed vehicles and missing guns and weapons discarded by the Allies, as well as the occasional mutilated limb or blackened torso-like material mixed with charred ground and fallen aircraft on the ground. The front and back of the road are full of the same sights, and it is uncomfortable to look at. "Let's all split up and look for the rest of the Allied forces, for our own people!" I shouted, "I don't believe it, the Allied forces of more than 100,000 people are all fools, and our storm team is also fools, just wiped out by the enemy!" ”

Granzangm, Boris, Noblanca, Izazinka...... No, they're going to be fine, they're ...... They won't...... For a moment, I felt a sense of turmoil. When I suddenly felt someone tapping me on the shoulder, and when I looked up and saw Ni Zhaoliang's disappointed face, I felt that my heart (if I had such a thing) fell in an instant in the Siberian steppe in December.

"How...... They...... They all ......," I stood up tremblingly, grabbed Ni Zhaoliang's collar and asked, "Are they all okay?" ”

"I didn't expect that, Comrade Commander, you would be worried about us." A familiar and tired voice came from behind him. I couldn't help but let go of my hand and looked back, oh my God...... Is this true......

I really didn't expect to have the chance to see them: Noblanga, Granzang, Boris, Izazinka...... Great, they ...... They're all there! I heard countless sobs behind me, tears suddenly drying up just as they were about to emerge from the tear ducts.

"Report Comrade Commander...... The storm team Dongfeng Column and the Cyclone Column, a total of 732 people, apply to return to the team! Noblanca gently stretched out his hand to salute me, and without even thinking about it, he gave him a hug that left the audience with only shock. I haven't hugged anyone yet.

"Welcome back, comrades." I said softly.

……

"Now we have 965 people here, and about 809 more injured people. There are still 20% of ammunition left, food and water to eat for two days, and many weapons are broken. Damn the allies, disappear without saying a word! As he uttered the last sentence, Noblanga angrily slammed his fist on the ground.

"Weapons and food are not a problem, these are everywhere on this battlefield - don't look at me with such strange eyes, Allied weapons are indeed not useful, but you can't ignore compatibility for the sake of position, right? As for food and water, two days is enough for us to get into the rocket launch base," I said as I sighed beside the wreckage of a spindle-shaped building, "and what I'm really curious about now is, how did the Allies disappear?" They...... It's not all here, is it? I asked, pointing to the ruins in front and behind. This is nonsense, and I sarcastically mocked myself, if the hundreds of thousands of Allied troops had all died in this narrow corridor and in the open space in front of them, Jehovah would have better set fire to the ghost of Fosarea with heavenly fire.

"It's more terrifying than being wiped out," Granzangm gasped, "and we'll have our technicians ...... the flying scout," and before the words could be finished, the man who had been fiddling with the computer on the scrapped body of the tank let out a burst of exclamation, and we immediately surrounded us. I pushed away the crowd and squeezed to the computer, and just saw what was displayed on the computer, I couldn't help but frown.

"Anyway...... When did they disappear? I asked softly. Nobrang seemed to think for a long, long time with a sad face, before he reluctantly replied, "About two days ago...... When the attack was ambushed by Yuri, the Allies lost a lot of vehicles. At this time, they received an order to retreat, and we thought it was only temporary, but we didn't expect it......"

"That's right." I said to Noblanga, "If others don't remember, you should remember, and there's only one case when this happens......"

On the screen, there were no vehicles, no soldiers, no weapons and supplies left in place, not even any clutter, only ...... Tent......

"We've seen it once," I said, "but not here, but in ......," and I resisted the name of the place after it.