"Leave me alone, go see what's going on over there!" I yelled at Izazinka and them, then grabbed Granzang and Nobranga, who were panicked and intended to follow them, and said, "Come with me." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The stairs of the tower are quite high. Since there was no elevator, we had to take the stairs. Passing through the second floor, the door of a room was open and inside was a corpse draped with the Yugoslav flag. "That's Comrade Andya's body," Noblanca whispered, "and this is not a funeral parlor." There is no makeup artist, so the remains of Comrade Andya can be preserved only by taking off the spacesuit and placing it on the surface of the moon for a period of time. ”

I took a breath, saluted the man standing guard at the door, and walked into the morgue. Lifting the corner of the flag, I heard someone behind me take a deep breath, and my mood became not very calm. But I didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Comrade Andya's expression was serene, his eyes were tightly closed, as if he had just fallen asleep. I frowned and tore down the entire Yugoslav flag. I was even more surprised that there was not a single wound on the whole corpse: without a wound, could it be that Yuri's troops were strong enough to kill people with Chinese "qigong" or British "magic"?

Picking up Andya's head, he finally felt that something was wrong. Turning his head sideways, sure enough, although the face looked unscathed, a huge hole had been smashed into the back of the head, the blood had coagulated, and the brain was nowhere to be found, and it was clean...... It's like being eaten by slave labor.

"You two...... Forget it, you go and call Comrade Daxia over. "I looked up, and I wanted to ask Noblanca and Granzangm to help me untie Comrade Andya's clothes, but when I saw their disgusted expressions, I was about to say something abruptly. As if they had been pardoned, I watched them go out and took off Comrade Andya's military uniform on his own. After all, this is not the earth, and resources are scarce, so Andya's column commander epaulettes and military cap were temporarily lent to Mel Shazby, leaving only a camouflage uniform for Andya's body. Although this is unfair to the deceased, but after death, he can still contribute to the living, and Andya should not have an opinion.

Taking off Andya's shirt, I pressed my fingers against his ribs. Surprisingly, the fingers were not hard, but soft. There is no other explanation than a broken rib. There was also a shoddy new suture in the abdomen, and it was likely that Andya had been smashed in the ribs and the intestines and other organs were drained out of the body and died. Just as I was thinking about whether to cut open Andya's stomach with a knife and examine it carefully, the door was suddenly slammed open, and Daxia rushed in, and I had to give up the idea. I'm not a professional forensic doctor, and I already know what I need to know. "Thank you, Darsha," I said coldly, "but you almost made a big mistake. ”

"Comrade Commander, what do you mean by that?" Darsh was a little puzzled. I waved my hand and motioned for her to follow me upstairs. "Did you know the lift was destroyed?" I asked, "Also, the sentry didn't contact you for half an hour, and you think it's a bad communication?" Won't you check it out? Also, Comrade Andya saw a large number of suspicious heat sources before his death, and finally died from the fall of heavy objects, and he died in the same way as a dozen other people! You don't want to think about it and just blow up the passage, what is this for? Close your eyes and listen? The lift was blown up, now it's okay, there's no road! Look at your ......"

"Are you enough?" Before I could finish my anger, a thunderous sound sounded in front of me, in the middle of the stairs. I felt countless heads up and down stretching out to see the excitement, trying to pull her to a secluded place, but looking at Darsha's anger, I held back the words. What's wrong? Growing up, I haven't seen Daxia look like this.

"Are you just picking faults?" Daxia still shouted at me unrelentingly, "You threw me a mess and stood on the top of the mountain to watch the show." If I hadn't brought people to repair the facilities, gather the soldiers to assemble, prepare weapons and ammunition, and arrange the troops...... Do you think you can sit back and scold me here? Yes, I'm not as good as you, I can't do anything, but you're not qualified to scold me! Who are you to say that I am incompetent? Abandon the troops again and again, leave the command post again and again, throw the work to our subordinates to do it for you, and you yourself rush to the front, what if there is a big mess here in us? What if you die? You never think about the feelings of those of us! She scolded fiercely and ruthlessly, and her little face was flushed with anger, which really shocked me for a long time. Damn, no subordinate has dared to blow his beard and stare at me like this! I was so angry that I lost my mind for a while, but I didn't say anything to refute her, I could only shout: "You're embarrassed to say it!" The deputy commander of the storm team is Granzang, the political commissar is Nobranga, and they are also in command of the order, when will you be a correspondent who can give instructions at will! Forget it, Comrade Andya and the sentinels outside also died because of your stupidity and innocence, and you still shirk responsibility with hard work, it's too much! Come! ”

These words were all scolding me in a moment of anger, but as soon as I opened my mouth, I couldn't stop. Upstairs and downstairs gathered a lot of people to watch the excitement, but I shouted the word "coming" three times, and the people who came were late. Noblanca came up from downstairs, Granzang came down from upstairs, the guards upstairs collided with the martial arts team downstairs, and the small hallway was crowded with such a crowd and an awkward atmosphere. "Tell Comrade Langchai to lock up Comrade Daxia, and no one is allowed to release him without my order - carry out the order!" The last two words are addressed to Noblanga, who wants to persuade. Granzang gave the Judge Advocate Corps a look, and Darsha pushed them away in annoyance, throwing down his pistol and computer, and deliberately shouting, "I don't need your escort!" I also chose the site for the prison at the temporary base, and I know it there better than any of you! Wouldn't it be as sorry that a prison you built yourself is not used to keep you in prison like some guy who feeds the fish! ”

Darsha went out with a furious face. I calmed myself down and ordered Noblanga, "Say." In a very simple word, Norblang replied hurriedly: "It has been confirmed that all the sentinels outside have died, and our maintenance personnel are working hard to repair the lift." The biochemical reactor outside is still operating normally, but because of signal interference, the drone can't detect how many enemies there are outside, what should I do now? ”

"Have you thought about it? Now that the bioreactor has been taken under control and the sentinels outside have been eliminated, why don't they cut off our power? Also, since there are already a large number of enemy troops in ambush in the other helipads, and they have the ability to control other heavy objects to smash our fighters, why not kill us? Just so relieved to let us stay here? Calming the anger that had erupted, I once again took out the cannon and threw it at Nobranga and Granzangm. As usual, looking at these two wide-eyed guys, I had to sigh again. Yes, they didn't say anything about loyalty (either to me or to the motherland), but if they had half the intelligence of loyalty, it would have been much easier to fight in the future.

"We have an enemy spies within us," I asked myself, "whether it's a moon fortress or an Allied force, to be able to move so quickly, it's obvious that they know what we're going to do." The reason why I didn't storm was because I wasn't sure if I was here. Now that I'm in their pockets, it's time for them to close the net. ”

"What are we going to do?" Gran Zangmu asked. Before the words fell, an indistinct explosion sounded in the distance, and someone above the stairs hurried to the door and shouted: "The enemy has invaded from the gap in the elevator!" There are a lot of them, slave laborers and berserkers! ”

"I see—" Send the herald, and I immediately deploy in the corridor, "Granzangm, you go to the elevator to direct the battle yourself, don't rush to destroy those cannon fodder, and when the Yuri astronaut comes in, blow up the elevator passage, it will be regarded as revenge for Comrade Andya." This is the moon, Brandt doesn't have so much cannon fodder, and it's easy when it's used up here. ”

"Yes!" Gran Zangmu saluted, and asked with a look of embarrassment, "How do I get up after blowing up the elevator?" ”

"This road is not passable, there is another way. And what about Sergey? Tell him to tell Najib to come over. Norranga, the tower is handed over to you, eliminate unnecessary electricity and switch to the airport's own electricity - how much electricity is in the battery? ”

"24-hour ...... to maintain full load operation"

"Enough. Noranga, you're in charge of this, throw away all the flying machines you don't need, fill up the fuel you need, and get ready to go! By the way, let Najib bring the guards over for a while, and then tell Roza and Muwamogan to get ready, and each take a team of people - no more than 150 people - to put on their spacesuits and go to the tarmac on the east and west sides to quietly check out. I do not believe that the enemy has gone to great lengths to assemble forces sufficient to destroy Comrade Andya and a dozen of his men in a second, just to blockade us from the outside. ”

"No problem. What about you? Comrade commander? Granzangme and Nobranga were just about to leave when they suddenly remembered something, and turned back to me in unison.

I was stunned for a moment, and then I realized that I couldn't find enough reason to convince them not to be careful. I had no choice but to shrug my shoulders and reply lightly, "It's not something you're supposed to care about."