"Everybody has a secret ......," Tarikin was still reading his book of poems in his dormitory, causing the man on his bunk to complain again loudly: "Dear Comrade Poet, you have been fighting for 37 hours straight!" Even if you don't take into account the damn night raid or emergency assembly of the neighbors, you only have five hours to sleep, and in the meantime, can you not disturb everyone's rest? ”

"Alas, vulgar," said Tarikin, shaking his head for a while, "Comrade Gorky has said that books are the ladder of human progress!" He also said that everyone must always maintain a posture of fighting ignorance! If you can't cultivate your sentiments and improve your knowledge level......"

"Come less," retorted loudly from the bed next door, "Instructor Cherdenko teaches us that the enemy will not be distracted by your wasting your sleep time reading poetry books. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info If tonight, because you affect everyone's rest and cause the neighboring team to annihilate us, I will never spare you! ”

Then there was a cacophony of giggling and Tarikin's red-faced shouting "squad leader". As a class leader, my attention was not on them.

Ever since I discovered that even in my sleep, I could hear the thoughts of people outside the door and tell whose life signals were smelling unfriendly, we no longer needed night sentinels in our dormitories. Cherdenko once set a rule that every night different platoons (eight people in a squad, four squads in a platoon, and so on) could decide for themselves whether to sneak up on the dormitories of other platoons, and then the next time the wake-up horn sounded, the head of the dormitory counted the victories and defeats. In principle, the more targets and the larger the distance, the more casualties between the participants and oneself, can add points, and vice versa, but in order not to be excluded in peacetime, the same company will not raid each other - although even the dormitories are random.

And my advantage is that I have made this rule a one-way bonus for our class. I can always hear the movement in the hallway, whether it is a living organism, what commands are being given by these life signals, and how many are there...... For the umpteenth time, other shifts have been busy using various home remedies (such as sleeping with ammunition boxes on their pillows, putting "alarms" in the hallways, installing passive infrared detectors in windows, and connecting wires from monitoring probes to their computers...... Reduces the likelihood of being sneak attacked. Unfortunately, even passively identifiable infrared alarm devices, which claim to be "foolproof", can be easily cracked. From now on, the only possibility of not being attacked seems to be to be vigilant every night (it seems that the creator of the storm team has a grudge against the "sneak attackers", who have been attacked more than four times, or three times in a row, and who have been in the bottom 10 for more than 10 days in a month, or the last 10 in the class - unless there are more than 10 people in the class - are eliminated). In this sense, the Storm Team is less like an army training camp and more like a survival game that simulates survivors in a ruined city).

Only our class remained. It has never been attacked and does not require any special means of prevention. The classes couldn't figure it out, and even one of us didn't know the reason for it - except for myself. But what can I say? As Tarigin said earlier, "everyone has secrets". For example, he may be a poet of the future in peacetime, and everyone can see that his secret is to write poetry. And my ability is to be able to hear anyone's emotions. I think my heart is deep...... It's not worth mentioning to me.

This is my "secret". On that night two years ago, I suddenly felt like I saw a whole new world. No one knows why, and I'm not going to get to the bottom of it.

I know it's a killer way to protect yourself. In this training camp, which is already full of dangers, the hidden enemy is often more terrifying than the enemy in front of you. With this ability, hidden enemies are no longer a cause for concern. Although the "communist fighters" should not hide anything from their superiors...... Well, my adoptive father told me what had happened. Although the detection range is limited to 10 meters, it is enough for me at the moment.

There was a lot of snoring, and I was left leaning against the railing at the head of the bed. I couldn't sleep, my mind was a mess, but my mind was unexpectedly awake. It's not because I'm in good spirits, it's like a laptop that's always charged and turned on. In the case that the switch has been scrapped, even if the computer wants to shut down, the power will not be turned off. I'm like this computer, I can't sleep when I want to, I always feel like something big is happening.

What can be a big deal? Tomorrow's off-road knockout or the day after tomorrow's written exam? Or is it because it was the first time to train in Canada, and I was too nervous (I don't know what I thought above, but I actually pulled us freshmen to train in the occupied areas of the Allied countries)? Thinking of this, I couldn't sleep anymore, so I jumped lightly from the window to the ground, put on my coat and went out. I didn't step down the stairs, and when I heard Noblanca still dreaming, I sighed and climbed out of the window.

You heard me right, I went out of the window, and no one would ever doubt me. In this training camp in a ruined city that resembles the lives of post-apocalyptic survivors, in order to make it easier for members to compete at night (I don't know what the instructors plan to do to prevent members from escaping, is it the surrounding environment where birds don't?). It's not uncommon to climb walls in the middle of the night. On top of that, the barracks here are not new, but a camp that once trained security guards for an Allied arms contractor company, and many of them are in disrepair but are certainly functional. The jagged walls make it possible for people who don't have climbing tools to get up and down.

After ten minutes of fumbling, I finally went down to the first floor, and by the way, I passed by the sneak attackers of another class, and both sides were safe. Before two or three of them suggested that the sentiment of "getting some oil and water" had not yet become mainstream, I first stepped on the thick snow and headed towards the playground.

If anyone saw it, they would have wondered what I was doing. That's a good question, if someone really asks, I really can't answer. All I know is that the further you go, the stronger this powerful distraction becomes. And the stronger this inexplicable power becomes, the more familiar it becomes. It was like a light in the dark night, like the magnetic force of a magnetic storm tank absorbing the beam, drawing me forward step by step, telling me how to avoid all the surveillance probes and patrols......

Twenty minutes later, I finally arrived at my destination...... Management Building. This is probably the largest and most complete building in the training camp left by the Allied contractor. In peacetime, the cadets and logistics administrative personnel of the staff section are here, and at night they are often empty. Unless it is an exam or emergency training, only the security personnel patrolling the doorway or corridor will turn on the lights.

But tonight was a little different. Although it has been ...... Well, it's twelve o'clock, but the entire administration building is still brightly lit. What emergency happened? Could it be an Allied terrorist?

This should be unlikely. When I was in North Africa, I was alerted to a terrorist presence in a training camp. The instructors slammed everyone out of bed and went to battle, except for the newcomers, who flocked out in general with joy. Later, I heard from my predecessors that there was an advantage to this: the local military and political officers eliminated the troubles, and we were awarded meritorious service. To borrow a word from the Chinese, this is called "win-win".

Not a terrorist harassment...... What would that be? I don't know until I get close to the management building. Damn, my sensing "skill" isn't that strong at this time, and I don't know how many people are guarding inside. I just go with this feeling of "vibe".

Climbing up the wall from the sewer pipe, I finally reached the top floor, the fifth floor. This is it, a voice tells me that this is the place that is calling me.

Is it here? But what I see ...... It's just an office shrouded in shadows and glimmers under a bleak desk lamp. Pushing the window in, I also saw a figure that shocked me: Instructor Cherdenko!

"I'm sorry......" I hurriedly apologized to the person at the table with his back to me, and a trace of confusion ran into my heart: how did the founder of the storm team get here?

But he ignored me. I pushed this comrade major general, and he did not fall either. My gut told me he was still alive and that the life signal had not died. It's just that although his mind is active, he is not here, which is equivalent to "his soul is temporarily out of his body".

I picked up the lamp and looked at it carefully, only to see that he had a pair of headphones on his ears and glasses on his face. Strange, I don't know what it is, but looking at their strange appearance, I know that this must not be ordinary headphones and glasses. (This is what Cherdenko later told me that this is called a "holographic virtual world connection terminal" that allows people to live in the virtual world created by the Internet immersively.) It's terrifying, maybe in a few hundred years, all of humanity might be able to be confined to a huge room, with all of them wearing such equipment on their heads, and living on the nutrient solution of a giant computer and a utopian virtual world...... Are scientists sure that this is not making a bigger Yuri? ）

Cherdenko...... What the hell are you doing......" After making sure that there were no clues in the room, I had to sit lightly on the chair in front of him and look at Cherdenko's face. After a fierce battle of thoughts, I held my chin in my hand and stared at Cherdenko's head, then gently closed my eyes. A pile of illegible gibberish gradually formed in my mind, and I focused as much as I could, imagining a pattern in the shape of a key. This trick was last time I was against an Allied guerrilla prisoner of war who didn't even use the truth elixir, and this time it ...... I didn't expect it to be the commander of the storm team.

After a lot of hard work and several falling apart, the graphics of the keys were finally pieced together with great difficulty, and then I slowly fell into a dark passageway. Although I knew it wasn't really a passage, I still felt like I was in a cold sweat when I looked at the various patterns flying in front of me!

Come on...... Where exactly is the goal......

The picture fluctuated a few times, and finally I landed in a somewhat dark room. When I opened my eyes, I saw several pairs of eyes in the darkness with doubts and anxieties. Strange, they ...... Seems to be able to see me?

"Oh, I'm sorry," I noticed that my mouth was involuntarily speaking, and it was coming out in an old, neutral voice, "I was a little uncomfortable in my head just now, but now it's much better." You're older than me, and you haven't had any adverse reactions, so I can't be the first to fall. "As I spoke, I realized that I couldn't control my body. What is bursting in my heart is not my own, a vast sense of heroism and political romanticism, and a lot of surging ambitions. Who's this? Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced to his chest and noticed a plethora of medals - especially four times for the Hero of the Soviet Union.

Four times Hero of the Soviet Union...... Coupled with the feeling of the age of this body, "I" should be about to be 43 years old...... This age is one of the youngest relative to the entire room occupancy...... Tsk, I saw the chair closest to the middle, an empty seat on the left, and Mosvenck's cynical face on the right. The soldier with the fewest medals on his chest is also the only woman at the table. In the virtual image at this moment, she leans on Mosvenck's shoulder as if no one is around, ignoring the whispers of the old man). That's right, I'm ...... now The room is being viewed from Cherdenko's point of view. There was a somewhat pessimistic atmosphere in the conference room. It's not normal, even with the Ural raid (which, by the way, has become unforgettable since I gained the ability to see people's hearts), the Soviet top brass was not so anxious.

However, not everyone in the conference room used holograms, and there were still living people. For example, when the gate was strangely pushed open by Yurri, everyone stood up in unison, and a fat old man wearing a white imitation military uniform coat broke in, and everyone immediately stood upright. Seeing him, Cherdenko's heart ...... surging with admiration and envy, and an inexplicable ambition seemed to erupt. But as a deity, I ...... There was only one thought of crushing him, the most powerful head in the world. "You may be seated. Ladies and gentlemen, this is not a palace of Tsarist Russia, and I am not a Tsar who I want you to be respectful," Lomanov said, waving his hand. At this moment, the baffles on the surrounding walls were opened, and televisions were sticking out from behind them. The display screens were turned on one after another, and the national flags of different colors were displayed. It is said that the colors are different, but compared to the bells and whistles of the Allied national parliaments, the colors of the flags of the main members of the coalition (the coalition member states that can participate in such high-level talks are not too bad themselves) are relatively uniform, and the two main colors of red and yellow are almost the same. "Hello comrades! When was the last time there were so many people in a set? Park Ilwoo greeted everyone with a grin, but the bad faces of the bigwigs made him have to be quiet.

"Actually, this is also the question I want to ask," the red five stars on Marshal Lin Xiao's epaulettes shone in the light, and under the gloomy face and gloomy tone that had not changed for thousands of years, his voice was clear as if it were nothing, "What's wrong?" Was Dugan taken to Moscow, or did he come in with his troops? ”

"Everyone......" Lomanov raised a hand and put on a majestic expression, suppressing the noise of the chatter below. At the moment, he was only in his fifties, but he looked like an excited old man in his sixties and seventies. Given that the heads of state on the screen, as well as everyone at the table, are all his henchmen who have been supported by him, the prime minister at this moment still has the majesty of almost an emperor.

"That's right," a huge picture appeared on the big screen in the middle. Marshal Sophia, who claimed to "live in the staff headquarters", was sitting at the computer desk at the moment, and behind him were several staff officers pointing at a transparent LCD map. "Comrade Prime Minister, we have detected something that is unlikely to happen," said Marshal Sophia, "and we are in big trouble." ”