The hum of the scooter motor engine is calm and continuous. www.biquge.infoSitting on it for a long time gives people a lethargic feeling.

It's a pity that my current temperament is not in line with peace.

The Martian Child has a large base, with the inhabited area and the core area in separate areas.

Originally, as long as you arrive at the Circle Line station that extends in all directions, you can easily go to any location in the two areas.

But when I arrived, the railcar stopped.

This situation was not unexpected, but the last glimmer of hope in my heart was shattered. The Children of Mars have indeed been invaded and are already out of control.

It's not that I have much affection for the Martian child. As a brotherly organization against Proxima Centauri and the devils, and as a friendly force that saved my life, I really don't want to see them fall into the flames of war.

I was faced with a choice between going to the habitation area to get supplies and heal my injuries, or going to the heart to confirm the dire situation facing the Martian Child.

I'm worried about Lucy and the others, and I want to make sure that the people I know are safe, but the situation in the core area worries me even more.

I have a feeling that I will regret it very much if I don't go to the core area.

The scooter goes all the way. From the beginning of the desert, I gradually could hear the sound of firefights and see the corpses scattered on both sides of the road. I realized that this raid was not a petty special war, but a real war aimed at destroying the Children of Mars.

As we approached the management area, the sound of firefighting intensified, and black smoke could still be seen from the destroyed buildings on both sides of the road.

I don't dare to use the scooter in a big way, because it will become a large target.

Giving up the scooter on foot, the huge base space and the long path, I began to worry about my physical strength.

Will I really be able to get to the heart?

His steps faltered, he began to sweat, and the wounds on his hands began to ache.

Weighing the pros and cons, I went back to the scooter again. If I don't use it, I'll probably end up on the road. I had to take some risks in order to see for myself what was happening.

The scooter is a convertible design, and the driver's seat has not been considered to protect the driver, which is completely civilian type. As the car started again, the breeze was blowing, and instead of feeling any joy or emotion in my heart, I felt like a silly fork with a target on my chest, summoning the gunman's attack in the wind.

The wreckage and smoke along the way became denser and denser, indicating the intensity of the battle, and it was only at this time that the corpses of others except the Children of Mars were seen.

Organized resistance has begun, and it is hoped that they will withstand.

But I know it's naïve. Judging from the intruder's extremely small casualty numbers and the large number of corpses of the blocking troops, it can be seen that their opponent is not an ordinary commodity, but the elite of Proxima Centauri.

I thought of the pervert who had just been killed. While I don't think such a guy would be common among attacking troops, the level of the enemy's elite is evident from him.

I kept my speed within a certain range, mainly so that my reflexes could keep up with the speed of visual alert.

At this time, I devoted myself to vigilance activities, and any disturbance that made me doubt was the object of my vigilance. From time to time, I have to stop to check the parts where there is a suspected ambush, and I can imagine the speed at which I am moving. But for the sake of his own life, it is not too cautious.

Along the way, what puzzled me the most was that I didn't meet any injured people. Whether it is a blocking force or an attacking force, apart from the mutilated corpses, there are only scattered equipment and parts.

This situation is very unusual for the battlefield. In the many battles I have participated in, this has never been the case. Where did the wounded go? Even if both sides of the battle had the strength to carry all the minor and serious wounded, how could those who were seriously wounded and unconscious and did not die?

It always feels like someone doesn't want to let what happened here leak out and clean up the battlefield after the battle. But is that really going to happen? If it does, I don't believe they'll move the wounded from both sides of the fight.

There is only one thing that can be most efficient.

Thinking of this, goosebumps straighten up on my body.

Don't...... Someone, for the sake of secrecy, slaughtered all the wounded on both sides of the fighting?

The Children of Mars certainly wouldn't do that. They are at a disadvantage, it is already good to maintain the front, there is no room left for such a thing.

The devils have the ability to do this, but they don't have a reason to keep it a secret. The entire Eye of Mars is their occupation zone. The liquidation of the resistance forces by the troops in the occupied areas is something that should be publicized in a big way, so how can they want to hide it?

If neither is it, who else will be?

I broke out in a cold sweat with my own reasoning. I can no longer drive with peace of mind. I found a hidden warehouse-like building and stopped. Hide behind the car and carefully analyze all the information you have just obtained.

That's right, indeed.

It was even more unbelievable than I had imagined. Someone is stopping the spread of news of the battle in the core area of the Martian Child. This force is neither a child of Mars nor a Proxima Centauri.

As another major force that exists on Mars. There are only the Martian authorities' defense forces.

Although, as a member of the Defense Forces, I don't want to admit what I have deduced. But the interlocking details of the evidence, and the sound of inference, point the facts to the conclusion I least want to see.

I was thinking back to the scene that happened at the parking lot. Is that perverted guy really a ghost special forces? With such a large venue, the devils have no shortage of soldiers, so there is no need to send only one person to guard it.

That guy didn't have any identity information on him, and I didn't care about it when I checked it at the time, thinking that it was normal for the special forces to sneak in secretly and not bring identification.

But now that I think about it, he is not in the battlefield of espionage, and once he dies, there is no need to hide his identity at all.

That perverted guy, he should be a special forces officer of the Defense Forces.

For the sake of action, they did not want to let the word of what happened here, not only killing innocent people, but also cleaning up the wounded on both sides of the battlefield. These two things are impossible for the children of Mars to do, and there is no need for the Proxima Centauri devils to do them, only the defense forces are likely to carry them out.

As the guardians of Mars, the defense forces cannot let people know that they have killed ordinary people, and as the leaders of the defense of Mars, they do not want anyone to find out that the defense forces are disadvantageous to their allies.

All signs pointed to the Defence Forces, and vaguely, I realized that Company Commander Nguyen had something to do with the events taking place here.

I still have questions in my mind, why, to keep what is happening here a secret? Even if it's for the defense forces, what important information will the battle in the core area of Martian Son reveal that the army will have to go to great lengths to hide the facts?

I don't know what to do for a while. As an officer in the Defence Force, the best thing I should do at this time is to leave. This battle is not mine, there are so many situations that I don't know about, and rushing into it could affect the overall situation of the operation.

A psychic voice drove me away, and it drove me on, to the heart of the Martian Child.

I didn't stay there for long, but it seemed like hours. It's hard to make a decision, and I feel like an ant on a hot pot, and I'm at a loss.

I thought of Teresa, Uncle, Lucy, and them, if Company Commander Nguyen had ordered me to shoot at them, would I have done it?

What I can't accept the most is the psychopathic killer in the parking lot. It seems likely that he is a special soldier of the Defense Forces. I really don't have any psychological barriers to killing such a person, even if he is my "comrade-in-arms".

Couples lying in pools of blood, as well as those ordinary people, I joined the Volunteers, joined the Mars Defense Army, and was drawn into the hellish defense of Mars, in order to defend my homeland and protect the hundreds of millions of ordinary people in the solar system from the ravages of invaders.

Now, what that perverted guy represents, is it really what I want to protect?

Of course not.

As a citizen of the solar system, I am here to resist aggression and protect the people. I'm not here to do those dark things.

I already have the answer in my mind.

If, the Commander, I had ordered me to turn my gun on Teresa and them, I would not have fired.

With the answer in my heart, I suddenly felt a lot lighter in my body.

I decided to go to the heart to see what kind of secrets the Defence Force wanted to hide, so much so that they would point their guns at the people they were supposed to protect and their allies who were fighting together.

I pulled the nanoknife out of my pocket. It is very unaccustomed to holding a knife in the left hand, but the key to using this weapon is to be surprised, there is no high requirement for skill and proficiency, and it is enough to use the left hand.

"Don't hide, I see you."

Behind the scooter, there is an open area with nothing as far as the eye can see.

If you can't see it, it doesn't mean that there really isn't anything. I'm pretty sure someone is sneaking up through the air-to-ground lines.

"I am Lieutenant Zhao Ping of the Martian Defense Force, the Tarsis Theater, mixed into the reconnaissance company of the 112th Brigade. Do you think it's necessary for us to keep fighting? ”

I hesitated, but decided to report my name to the other party. In any case, we are all one army, and there is no need to fight each other. I don't want to be involved in what they're doing, but I don't want to get the blood of my comrades anymore. Even the blood of a psychopathic killer is the same.

With one experience, I was able to distinguish from the very small refractive index changes in an open area, a special phenomenon like the edge of a moving water droplet, that is, the "enemy" or "comrade" in optical camouflage.

I find it impossible to simply categorize them.

The "shadow" didn't move anymore, but stopped for a moment, and I knew he was hesitating.

And the people who will hesitate about my identity on the spot, their identity is already very clear.

Although I was sure in my heart, when the facts proved that I was sure, I still felt a sense of loss.

Why are they doing this? A comrade-in-arms is a comrade-in-arms, and the enemy is an enemy, isn't it good to be simple?

It didn't take long for the "shadow" to approach me again. I was even more disappointed.

"Brother! Don't force me, I'm from the Hero Company of the 2205th Division, not to frame you, I have at least ten ways to kill you, stop it, we should be comrades-in-arms, we shouldn't be swords against each other. ”

The "shadow" did not answer, but continued to move closer to me.

After getting used to it, optical camouflage is no longer invisible, intangible, or even difficult to distinguish.

But I wasn't at all happy with what I found.

"I'm here to defend Mars, we have a common goal, and we really shouldn't be like this."

Still no answer, the target continues to move. I noticed a protrusion in front of the "shadow", and it must have been his weapon.

"As a last warning, I've just killed a guy like you, right outside at the garage. You're well equipped and well-trained, but don't underestimate veterans like me, I'm much better than you in terms of combat experience and adaptability. Stop it, I'll turn around and leave. I really don't want to kill my own people anymore! ”

I wore out my mouth, but the "shadow" still moved forward indifferently. Less than ten meters away, he stopped.

I knew that no amount of persuasion would be in vain.

His weapon should be a silencer weapon, and he will only attack if he is not lethal at a distance.

From the point of view of action, compared with the previous pervert, this guy has a lot of differences in technical and tactical level, and it is estimated that he is a "trained elite soldier" with no actual combat experience.

I'm now calm and confident, and this change in mentality is a sign that I'm stepping into the ranks of old birds.

I'm not worried about the threat posed by the "shadow". Since I can easily distinguish his location, the threat that a battlefield "rookie" can pose to me has been minimized. What's more, special weapons, in order to pursue some face-to-face special performance, their comprehensive indicators are often inferior to standard weapons.

I reckon that the silenced weapon used by the "Shadow" is not capable of firing continuously, and it is not even as dangerous to me as a normal assault rifle.

The "Shadow" acted. The protrusions in front of him, covered in optical camouflage, lifted slightly.

This is the final glimpse.

Unfortunately, he will not succeed, because I deliberately exposed the part he was aiming at, in order to control the direction of his weapon and the landing point of his shot.

Max told me that the battle between snipers is not about who has better marksmanship, but who can control the field and who has the right to live.

Actively exposing important parts of the body and attracting the target's fire is one of the basic ways to control the field. I think this aspect should already be out of the way.

Calculate the time, and keep your eyes on the muzzle of the "shadow" without blinking.

The part I exposed was my own skull, and the other party must have thought that I had unintentionally exposed it, and he must have been aiming one last time to secure a headshot.

I've been counting silently ever since. Since the "Shadow" is a "trained soldier" and has little combat experience, his actions will be carried out accurately according to the textbooks, even the speed of aiming and firing will not be an exception.

Now is the time.

I took advantage of the moment before he could shoot.

The time was too short for him to adjust. If you are a veteran of the battlefield, you will definitely not shoot and retain the threat of non-burst weapons. And rookies often act before they think.

There was a soft "pop" sound, and debris erupted from the warehouse wall beside me.

Sure enough, he was a rookie, and in this case, he forcibly shot him, and it was strange if he hit it.

Firing temporarily lifted the camouflage mode of the "Shadow". He was nervously adjusting his weapon, trying to replenish it again.

I was still about eight metres away from him, it would take too long to rush through, and my fitness might go awry.

I raised my left hand and leaned forward. Before I fell, the distance between me and the target was reduced to about six meters.

At this distance, even a left-handed throwing knife will not miss.

The transparent axe hand flew out without a sound.

"Shadow" had just finished adjusting his weapon, and was surprised by where I had fallen, and he was embarrassed to adjust his aiming stance again.

The elongated blood line is fixed at a position half a person high. The optical camouflage flickers because of the breach.

The axe hits the center of the target's eyebrows, and the blood flows along a transparent path to the ground.

It was as strange as if the air was bleeding.

I went and killed one of my own people.

It's strange, there is no resistance and no sadness. Am I already hard-hearted?