I spent hours in the storage area, from morning to afternoon, thinking of ways to get through the occupied area. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

There are many problems.

For example, the threat of security forces, positioning problems, blockade lines, and liaison with friendly forces, etc.

The biggest headache for me was refueling and resting.

Just went through a big war.

Although he was not injured, he was physically and mentally exhausted.

What is most needed at this time is a safe place to rest, as well as food and water to replenish your strength.

There is no necessary supply, let alone crossing the occupied area, and it is impossible to do it for two days.

When fighting, he didn't think carefully enough, just thinking that with the help of the cover of people and buildings, he had a better chance of evading the enemy's search.

Now it seems that perhaps turning back to the other side of the canyon is the best option.

There's no point in complaining about my lack of knowledge now, I have to find a way to survive in the occupied zone first.

As for what to do next, I can only think roughly of finding a resistance group, or a local population willing to take me in.

Escape with their help, or simply hide and wait for the besieging army to arrive.

I left in a hurry, and I only brought a compressed biscuit with me, not even water.

Open the vacuum package and stuff the biscuit into your mouth with your own saliva.

The feeling of food scraps in the throat is very uncomfortable.

I was hungry and I had to swallow the food without water.

During this period, I almost choked on breathless.

If I hadn't been killed by the enemy, but choked to death by food, my life would have been too tragic.

The practical difficulty I faced was not having the right dress.

It's too conspicuous to wear the enemy's combat uniform all the time, let alone hide or something.

It's not like I haven't thought about knocking out a random resident and grabbing a set of clothes to put on. However, the consciousness of being a national army made it impossible for me to attack the object of my allegiance.

I can't figure it out after meditating, so I can only bluff people in Proxima Centauri battle uniform.

It was late afternoon when I walked into town again.

Due to the fact that the Eye of Mars is located in a large depression geological formation, the famous Martian sandstorm cannot affect the city.

Under the blue sunset, the pink sky is clear and translucent, showing a strange and bewitching beauty.

This is a mining city, and compared to the high-rise, brightly lit modern cities, most of the buildings in the Eye of Mars are low-rise but regular bungalows. Under the oblique light of the twilight, it is like a huge carpet full of color blocks, and the asymmetrical style has a neat and regular beauty.

Soon after entering the city, I was in a difficult situation.

It is said that it is looking for a resistance group, how do you start and where to find people?

If they were so easy to find, they would have been wiped out by the security forces long ago. If it's hard to find, how can I find them?

Look at your outfit again.

The Resistance saw that the guy in the devil's combat uniform hadn't run far yet, how far had he run?

Shaking through the hustle and bustle of the trading market until it was almost dark, I was completely stupid.

In the face of thousands of Martian city dwellers, I can't go up one by one and ask if I am a member of the Resistance.

When I am alone in a strange city, I am like a lonely ghost, lost in the twilight.

Just when I thought there was no way to make progress today, and I was about to find a warehouse with no one to deal with it for the night, the vast trading hall was filled with people pouring out like a pot.

I knew that my outfit was not ordinary, so in order to avoid the devil from breaking it, I had to follow the flow of people to find a sheltered position and wait and see what happened.

The crowd parted, revealing the focal point of the incident.

Four or five men and women were surrounded in the middle by uniformed men.

Further periphery, the armed Proxima Centauri blocked all exits.

The men and women at the center of the focus are all pale, and most of the uniformed people have numb expressions.

"Dog traitor, collude with alien devils to deal with your own people!"

Among the surrounding crowd, only one young girl still had a fighting mentality.

She swung her fist at the uniformed officers who rushed forward in a dry stance.

The numb faces seemed to be scared of her, and they all bypassed her to arrest the others.

The shouting and screaming continued for a short time.

With the exception of the girl, her companions were all arrested by uniformed officers.

Emaciated as a lamb surrounded by a horde of wild beasts, she remained unyielding, but her fate was decided.

The uniformed officers escorted the captured prey to be taken out of the market, and there was still no one to deal with the thinnest-looking little girl.

Observing that now, from the sounds of communication around me, I have a rough grasp of the situation.

The uniformed personnel were the same security team of locals that I feared, and the arrest should be the member of the Resistance I was looking for, or perhaps an intelligence officer of our army.

Encountering resistance members in such a situation was something I never expected.

What should I do now, to save people?

I turned my head and looked at the devil-style assault rifle that I was carrying on my shoulder.

Even if this firearm could be used, it would be irrational to confront the security forces and the occupying forces head-on in the occupied area.

But do you want to watch them get taken away like this?

"Why don't you dare to come and arrest me, and why don't you dare to look at me? Because you know you're doing something humiliating, right? You're helping the aliens deal with your fellow citizens, what's the difference between that and killing us with your own hands? Don't hide, look back at me! ”

The girl did not flinch because of the overwhelming unfavorable situation, she bravely shuttled between the security guards, to pull, and push the big man who was escorting her compatriots.

The emaciated girl, who might normally be able to be easily solved with just one hand, seems to be blessed by divine power, causing chaos at the beginning.

The vigilantes were scared, and always avoided and refused to make contact with the girl head-on.

The men and women who were arrested also began to clamor when they saw the changes in the scene, perhaps because they saw the hope of getting rid of the arrest.

But I don't see the development of the good thing, because those devil soldiers with loaded guns and ammunition are just blocking the exit with the posture of watching a good show.

The devils are just watching from the sidelines with the strategy of governing the locals with the locals.

Just because they don't make a move doesn't mean they won't. They just want to use the security corps to divert contradictions to facilitate their rule.

It is foreseeable that once the security team can't control the situation, these people will take action, and the little girl will only have blood on the spot.

The situation is spiraling out of control.

Thanks to the girl's efforts, the encouragement of her companions, and the evasion of the vigilantes, the inhabitants are already showing signs of stupidity.

The young people gradually gathered around the circle of people, forming a larger circle.

There was constant discontent or shouting from the crowd, and it was clear that the anger of the residents was heating up.

I am happy to see that. If I could take advantage of the chaos to rescue the members of the resistance, wouldn't it solve the dilemma I was facing?

Thinking of this, I also began to squeeze into the circle of people, and began to think about how to deal with the devil soldiers on the scene in the event of a conflict.

Suddenly, someone pushed me hard, and because it was an accident, I couldn't stand steadily, and I took several steps back.

I looked up and saw a young, stocky young man glaring at me.

Around him, several local residents had already gathered for me.

I think it's very strange, what are they going to do, obviously the core of the incident is those security officers and devil soldiers, why do they turn their heads against me?

"Devil, why are you not convinced? It's kind of putting the gun down and going head-to-head! ”

The words of the stout young man made me suddenly realize, and then I smiled wryly.

I forgot that in the eyes of the residents, I was also an out-and-out devil soldier.

Seeing that people were gathering again, I really didn't want to be dragged into an inexplicable scuffle here.

In desperation, he took off the assault rifle on his shoulder.

Including the sturdy young man, they all showed a look of fear.

A crack opened in the sparse circle of people, and I seized the opportunity, twisted my body and ran out of the crowd, running towards the edge of the market without looking back.

There was taunting and scolding from behind, as well as laughter.

I felt a burning sensation on my face. But what can I do now, I really don't want to fight with my own people.

Just as I moved away from the crowd and turned back to reconfirm the development of the dispute, the roar of assault rifles rang out in the crowd.

Wailing, blood mist, and chaotic fleeing crowds, the market turned into a battlefield for a while.