Thelma spends the night lying on the side of the fat man's bed. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It wasn't until the next morning that the first thing Thelma looked at was to see if the fat man had woken up. However, to her disappointment, the fat man was still in a coma. Thelma's brow furrowed slightly, then she sighed softly and got up to leave for the day's work.

It seems that Calvin's words were really answered, and the Imperial Army did not take any offensive action for the whole day. Not only that, but even the third and fourth days were calm, and there was no exchange of fire on the front lines.

It is rare for the federal forces to have such a long time to recuperate, and no new wounded soldiers have been brought in the hospital for several days. However, everyone knew in their hearts that the Imperial Army had definitely not given up the siege, but the next wave of attacks would likely bring more brutal fighting.

Calvin and Ron had been staying at the divisional headquarters, and they kept in touch with Cheng Yi at all times. Because they didn't know when the Imperial Army would intercept the signal of the Second Division again, they cherished every second of the opportunity to communicate with the military headquarters.

Cheng Yi has been discussing various countermeasures and battle plans with several other generals, and recently the commander-in-chief has held more frequent meetings, and even several generals who live far away have directly lived in the general headquarters. All the reports submitted by Cheng Yi have been delivered to Lilvester, but none of the decisions have been adopted. Cheng Yi is also very hot now.

Thelma was in a hurry, it was the fourth day, and the fat man still had no intention of waking up. Thelma remembered telling Master Calvin that the fat man would wake up in less than two days. But fortunately, Calvin hasn't been here in the past few days, otherwise she wouldn't know how to explain. The doctor in the hospital also did a detailed examination for the fat man, and all the test results meant that the fat man was fine, and the doctor could not come up with an exact explanation for why he could not wake up.

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The fat man was running, and yes, he felt like a mad dog at the moment. He traveled through mountains, forests, and deserts, and the scenes behind him changed one after another, except that the fat man who was constantly running was the same.

Countless Imperial soldiers were chasing the fat man, and energy bombs kept hitting him from behind, and the fat man ran forward with gritted teeth. Suddenly, the scene changed, and the Imperial soldiers chasing behind him turned into Imperial mechs again. The Imperial Mecha that countless fat men had seen were chasing after him at this time. The strange thing is that as soon as the fat man's speed drops, the mecha behind him will quickly catch up. Only by constantly running and running as fast as you can can you keep yourself from being overtaken.

The fat man no longer knows how long he has been running, he feels that he is tired and runs endlessly.... The energy cannon exploded behind the fat man, and he seemed to be able to feel the terrifying power, and if he touched a little, he would be instantly reduced to ashes.

"What to do, what to do!" The fat man kept shouting in his heart, "I'm going to run away, I'm going to run away from here!" The fat man had a nervous breakdown, as he found that he could not shake off the Imperial mechs that were chasing after him, no matter what he could do.

"Ahh The fat man howled, "Why, why, where the hell is this!" ”

The mecha behind him unleashed various attacks, and several energy cannons directly submerged the fat man, splashing pieces of flying sand and earth and rocks.

The smoke and dust cleared, and a figure was standing there, its body trembling, as if tired and angry.

The fat man didn't run any further, his eyes had turned blood-red. The fat man's eyes were scarlet, as if he had lost his mind, and he walked step by step towards the Imperial mecha that was chasing him.

The boundless Imperial mecha did not stop at all, and when they saw that the fat man was actually walking like this, their speed was even faster. The Seventh Generation [Tomahawk] Mecha of the Empire that rushed to the front had already raised the energy giant sword in its hand. It seems that in his eyes, this small fat man has become a frightened prey, and all he can do is tie his hands and catch him.

The fat man lowered his head and walked forward step by step. Every step was very heavy and firm, and a murderous aura erupted from the aura around the fat man.

"Aren't you tired after chasing for so long?" The fat man raised his head, his scarlet eyes glaring at the group of mecha rushing wildly, "It's over, you're just a cloud of the past after all!" ”

Clenching his right hand tightly, the fat man took the last step forward.

[The tomahawk] soared into the air, and the high-raised greatsword of energy slashed down like a mountain. The shadow of the giant sword covered the fat man, and looking at the sword with a rainbow of momentum, the fat man smiled weirdly.

"Clowns only!" With a sharp punch in his right hand, the fat man shook the giant sword that was several times larger than himself. Time seemed to have frozen in this moment, and the energy sword failed to cut a single bit.

Suddenly, the energy sword turned into speckled fragments, followed by the [Tomahawk] mecha, and finally the boundless swarm of mechs. Everything dissolved into pieces after pieces, turned into ashes, and dissipated into the air.

In the end, the only one left was the fat man.

It's as if nothing had happened, only the fat man was left alone.

Broken, broken.

Everything around is changing, and the landscapes, plants and trees are all turned into pieces. Everywhere it is broken, torn. A black hole appeared above the fat man's head, and it seemed that the whole space would be swept up in it.

The fat man didn't have the slightest fear, the scarlet in his eyes had already receded, and he said lightly, "Now, I can always get out of here, right?" ”

With his legs slightly bent, the fat man jumped on the spot and was sucked straight by the black hole. The black hole inhales more and more things, the area is getting larger and larger, and the entire space is distorted by the black hole's squeezing. The terrifying darkness in front of him was getting closer and closer, and the fat man closed his eyes slightly.

Qin Zimo pillowed his head with his hands, looking at the ceiling and secretly pondering things. "Hey, Sister Selma doesn't know what she's busy with, the Imperial Army hasn't attacked for several days, why are you still so busy?"

It turns out that Thelma now has to help the dean with some reports and notes every day. Because of his busy work a few days ago, the dean already owed a lot of documents and records that had not been handed over to the division. It was rare to have a few days of leisure, and he needed to make a list of all the records. But due to the large number of people, the dean was unable to do anything, so he had to invite Selma.

Qin Zimo's face was full of resentment, obviously he was just a 17-year-old boy, but he was as troubled as an adult. How awkward he was lying down, he turned his back to the fat man and turned over.

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"it!" Qin Zimo exclaimed.

He just turned his head, and he happened to meet the fat man's eyes. Seeing that the fat man was staring at himself with both eyes, and blinking vigorously, Qin Zimo only felt trembling all over, and the whole person was not good.