Three days later. During the day on the third day, the beaches of the east coast were as calm as ever, just as before the storm, under the calm atmosphere, there was oppression, restlessness, and restlessness. Simply, all the tragic battles they expected did not appear. Many people are happy and helpless to think that they are going to wait silently for a day, or two days, or more in a nervous mood again.

The most tragic thing in the world is not that you know that you are going to die, but that you have a high probability of dying, but you don't know when and where, and this probability will fall on your head. But, fortunately and unfortunately, what they had been expecting finally erupted in an absurd situation that bordered on rigor as the third day drew to a moment.

At midnight, all the fighters received the order, all the mechs were in half-activated mode, and all the fighters were lying down in combat uniforms. There is no reason, or rather, no explanation. A military order is a military order. Not only the Allies, but also the Western Empire. They all felt that something was going to happen.

Therefore, when the first explosion sounded, everyone was suddenly shocked in their hearts, and then a burst of relief after a burst of happiness - finally, the next confrontation is still coming, and the three days of calm are finally about to pass.

What exploded was a mecha room in the rear of the Western Empire. As early as three days ago, the Western Imperial Army felt that the level of vigilance had suddenly increased, originally, for the rear, the strength of the garrison and inspection in the army was far less than the high level of facing the enemy's allies head-on, but a few days ago, it suddenly changed.

Even such a change can't stop one person - Li Dong.

When the logistics and security forces of the Western Empire were fighting the fire, a soldier whose whole body was burned black stumbled out of the door of the mecha division.

"Damn, what the hell is going on?" The squad leader of the logistics security force, who was so anxious that he was sweating, he was the first to arrive and grabbed the soldier who had survived the catastrophe, a pair of thick and powerful arms tightly grabbed the latter's collar, and the force made the soldiers who were severely burned about to roll their eyes directly, "Tell me, how did this explosion cause it? How many enemies are there?" Obviously, he was very frightened, so even though he knew that the soldier in his hand, who had already lost half his life, probably didn't know much more about the situation at the time of the incident than he did, he still held on to a glimmer of hope, or rather an extravagant hope.

Probably, because he usually prayed earnestly to the priest, or not long ago, he did not shoot a single beggar who begged for him, and this time, the father finally answered him.

"People, a lot of people...... They rode mechs...... ...... to the command," said the soldier, whose head tilted suddenly, and he fainted.

However, from these few words, a lot of important information can be deduced.

"Bastards, they actually want to attack our command!" cursed in his mouth, but the team leader was very glad in his heart, the other party's target was his own high-level commander, and he who got this important information was a great achievement!

Ignoring the wounded man in his hand, he threw it to the medical soldiers around him who had been waiting for a long time, and the team leader waved at the cronies who were following him: "You, hurry up and report to the headquarters, just repeat the words of the soldier just now, and remember that it was the information obtained by Woody, the leader of the first squad of the logistics department who fought on the front line." Obviously, he put the report and the invitation of credit in an equally important position.

The cronie naturally understood his boss's mood very well, and he himself was very glad that he might even be able to get some small merits, and immediately ran in the direction of the headquarters without stopping.

And the squad leader named Woody reversed his style just now, put on a thick fireproof and explosion-proof protective suit, put on the front line of command, scolded Fang Xuan, and commanded the logistics security team present to carry out the aftermath and aftermath matters.

Behind him, in the ambulance that had just walked away, no one noticed that the only surviving wounded person on an ambulance stretcher was gone.

A ghostly figure walked through the scattered military camps of the Western Empire, and not far in front of him was a cronie sent by the Woody squad leader.

The slender eyes draw a slight arc, like a fox that has been stealing chickens.

This wounded soldier of the Western Empire is naturally Li Dong.

Observing the surrounding barracks, even if such an earth-shattering explosion had just occurred, but the camp was not affected much, in the dark night, there were not many people walking through the camp, and the soldiers on duty at night were still conscientiously performing their own duties, checking the officers and soldiers in the past, even if they were wearing logistics security uniforms, it was still the same.

It seems that the Western Empire is rigorous in governing the army, and it really lives up to its reputation.

Li Dong nodded secretly, even as an enemy, he couldn't wait for a fire in front of him to turn the entire camp into ashes, but in the face of the military discipline shown by the Western Empire, there was still no lack of appreciation.

However, this level of investigation is not very difficult for Li Dong, who has been walking the streets and alleys on the street of hooligans since he was a child, stealing chickens and dogs. Leaning over, he walked through the shadows as much as he could in a seemingly trembling little step, and in the meantime, he still took out a bag of what looked like blood and wiped it on his face and body.

"Stop, what are you doing?" Suddenly, a soldier on the night vigil noticed Li Dong, pointed a gun at him, and asked loudly.

Li Dong lowered his head and glanced at the officer who had already run away, and then raised his head, revealing a face full of blood, the distorted face that was burned by the flames, there were constantly burnt skin mixed with dry black blood clots, and even, a shrapnel deep in the eye socket, was still slowly bleeding pus and blood.

"Help...... Help me...... The enemy, kill it......" suddenly fell to the ground, his whole body twitched slightly, and his outstretched hands were placed at the opponent's feet, intentionally or unintentionally.

"What, what the hell is going on...... Hmm...... the soldier hurriedly moved the firearm in his hand, half-squatting down, wanting to ask, but all the questions turned into hisses.

His hands were clenching his throat, but the blood still couldn't stop flowing from between his fingers.

Li Dong narrowed his eyes. The sound of blood spurting out is like the sound of the wind, which is crisp and makes people feel the coolness of bathing in the evening breeze in a summer evening.

Putting away the radium titanium dagger in his hand, he quickly looked around, dragged the soldier, who had been paralyzed into a puddle of mud due to excessive blood loss, to the corner of the shadows, and sprinkled a handful of lime to cover up the excessive bloody gas.

Looking back, looking at the officer and soldier who was already at the end of his field of vision, Li Dong was not anxious, and directly turned over to the top of the building, quietly jumping between one building after another.

Slowly, galloping, jumping, cushioning the ground, rolling forward, a set of free running movements are unusually skillful, flowing in general, also because of his fast speed, and at the same time skillfully shuttle between light and darkness, even if there are officers and soldiers on the night watch to see him, it is just a flash in front of his eyes, and the next moment, Li Dong disappeared into the shadows, blending in with the darkness.

I am the King of the night, and I am the one who reaps your lives in my name.