Cold-blooded rangers aren't all "cold-blooded". They also received an education that could be considered "progressive". They also admit that "life is precious" and that they cannot act against those who enjoy the shelter of civilization. Even in the plains, cold-blooded rangers have an aversion to killing.

However, the chivalrous man who voluntarily abandons asylum and betrays "civilization" is not human.

A chivalrous man cannot be counted as a human being. Their thinking is distorted by something called "chivalry." Their will does not belong to themselves, but to the inhuman spiritual monster of "chivalry", this undead thing. Chivalry is like an undead. They don't really feel pain, they don't empathize with the asylum-seeker – if they show emotions like anger or fear, it must be acting; If they claim to be fighting for humanity, it is only a deception, a lie told to deceive the Patrons.

That's what they believe.

Chivalry is not a human being, so it can be the object of violence.

For the cold-blooded rangers, this is the reason for their hard work in martial arts - their martial arts exist to cut off chivalrous people.

Killing chivalrous people is their way of realizing their self-worth.

Surrounded the evacuated knights in the dust.

Snipe at the knights from the north.

Settle the last remaining local knights in the southern city.

Go to the settlement where you dare to take in the knights.

All in order to eliminate this group of "anti-human elements" - this is their justice. They are contributing to human civilization......

With a bang, the violent mood swings caused the security system to forcibly disconnect Xiang Shan from the disk.

Xiang Shan calmed his anger with meditation.

"It's not pure......" Xiang Shan sighed: "There are too many emotional components in this hard drive. ”

Not everyone deliberately keeps a certain type of memory in their hard drive - Xiang Shan initially mastered this extreme strength after arduous training, repeatedly resetting brain cells with the enzyme Huandan, and removing specialized myelin sheaths. For the average person, there is no "partition" in the "storage structure" of the brain.

However, there are still some important contents that are clearly recorded.

Xiang Shan retrieved the map and shared it.

Everyone, to be exact, everyone except Yuki and the little one, there was a three-dimensional map in their eyes.

With a wave to the mountain, two hundred kilometers to the southwest, a point was marked, and he said, "This is the command center of this search and arrest operation." At least thirty hours ago, it was still here. This is a mixed unit of a whole heavy tank, each of which is supported by a Rank Warrior. In addition, the lord who sits here is Fraser Ling Demai of the 'City of No Mistakes'. A high-ranking armed cadre using a four-meter-tall prosthetic - frankly, this lineup is far beyond the limits of our current capabilities. I can't find a way to assassinate him. ”

Due to the sandstorms, the signals of the individual guerrilla units have been unstable. The last time these two cold-blooded rangers updated their information was thirty hours ago.

As a cadre of the gene pool defense army, Fraser is half a level higher than Amilcar Zhao. This means a stronger prosthetic. Most of the prosthetic bodies contained reactors.

Xiang Shan felt that he should not be able to beat him now.

The original Wenren showed a frightened expression: "This ...... Seniors, senior cadres in the middle of the army, are not the objects that should be considered for 'assassination'...... Normally. ”

"The so-called 'normal' is what should be broken." Xiang Shan waved his hand: "Since you don't have to assassinate him, it would be better." At this stage, it is still necessary to keep a useful body and preserve the chivalrous fire. Let's move on to the rest. ”

Waving his hand to the mountain, he made a map of the distribution of troops.

"That's the approximate division of the Shelterer's strength thirty hours ago. We have just entered the perimeter of this cordoned off zone. The old knight had escaped their pursuit for now. In the past two days, there have been signs of chivalrous scattering and breaking through. ”

Jadel was a little puzzled: "Scattered breakout? ”

"Any questions?"

"A little bit." Jadel mused, "The big guy came here from all over the earth to help that old knight, right? ”

Yuan Wenren nodded: "That's right. ”

"Everyone has the idea of 'pulling a little attention from the eagle dog so that the old knight can break through'. If you disperse and break through, it will be a bit contrary to this original intention. ”

Under normal circumstances, chivalrous people are guerrillas, light soldiers, and high and high.

When there are fewer people, they are more able to take advantage of high mobility.

However, if there are too many asylum armies, pulling tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of times the military power to blockade the mountains and fields, it will be difficult for the knights to fly. At this time, it is necessary for another team or teams to harass on the periphery, draw the attention of the large army, interfere with their judgment, and create opportunities for the surrounded friendly forces.

Only this time, the asylum seems to be even crazier.

Before Xiangshan assassinated Bengel, the patrons mobilized the armed forces of the gene pool in various places, marching from all directions, pressing in waves, and constantly forming a huge encirclement network.

This is the world's most terrible "refueling tactic" – it's like drowning an ant with oil from a tanker.

In the end, the huge siege network suppressed almost all the knights.

In this case, chivalrous people generally choose small groups. They will even try to break through at a single point when conditions permit, and use overwhelming individual forces to concentrate a little to break out.

Scattered breakouts under such a huge encirclement network...... It's a somewhat confusing tactic.

"Of course, it's not impossible." Jadel waved his hand and said, "Maybe there's some reason to have to do this." ”

Xiang Shan nodded: "It's really possible." ”

Yuki immediately thought of the worst possible possibility: "Master, what do you mean...... That old knight might be dead? ”

Xiang Shan shook his head: "Definitely not." At least thirty hours ago, it certainly wasn't. ”

Yuan Wenren explained in a low voice, "If those two cold-blooded rangers had known about the death of the old knight during the last communication, then they would not have appeared on the battlefield chasing us, but would have returned to the main army. And earlier, the knights were already trying to disperse and break through. ”

Xiang Shan nodded: "I just don't know why, these eagles and dogs are sure that the old chivalrous man must still be in the encirclement." He must not have broken through, so the siege must continue. ”

"So, I have a guess. These knights have changed their targets. They have a new mission. Xiang Shan said: "They need to send something out." It doesn't matter if this 'thing' is sent out in a scattered way, as long as someone sends it out, it will be a successful thing - I guess it should be 'intelligence' or 'information'. ”

In order to break through the blockade of tyrants, knights will use this method to share and transmit information - this is also a thing that has been around for 200 years.

"Then, here's the point." Xiang Shan waved his hand again and drew an area on the map: "This is one of the areas with the highest probability of a knight appearing before the thirty disappears. The old knight is here. ”

"We are only seventy kilometers away from this place. There are probably two blockades in between. ”

"With the power of this sandstorm, we can rush through it with all our might."

………………………………………………………………………………

Tao Enhai was lying on the ground, sprinkled with a layer of sand on his body.

The prosthetic body he now uses is just over two meters. It was the best backup prosthesis he could find.

The original set of prosthetics used with the small stellar mimic has been completely destroyed in the battle with the God Speed King, and it can't even be repaired, so it can only be disassembled to produce useful parts.

He looked at the sky. Heavy sand and dust obscured the sky. However, a sophisticated prosthetic eye can still detect subtle changes in illumination.

It's darkened a little. It was probably night.

He thought so.

This mission has been accomplished. Most of the earth's fellow believers have left. As long as some of them succeed in breaking away, those technologies from Mars can spread among the knights of the earth and become a chivalrous force.

His own life and death can already be put aside.

It's just that there are still some earth knights who insist on refusing to go, and want to live and die with him.

Taunhai had to find a way to save his life.

Ah, of course, there's no hope. Tao Enhai felt that he would probably become a piece of material for his disciples to practice neurosurgery.

But that's okay. This is a well-deserved death.

The old monsters who were born at the same time as Tao Enhai are really old and not dead. Especially the "boss", who has lived and died many times. Since that kind of person is difficult to avoid the end of "righteousness", then he Tao Enhai is nothing.

Before the surgery, the knights had some finishing touches to do.

And at this time, Tao Enhai has nothing to do. Due to the infection of Ivolu cells that began to compress the cranial nerves, his combat effectiveness had been weakened a lot, and it was not enough to protect himself on the battlefield.

When the knight was doing the guard work, he would lie here and do whatever he wanted.

After living for two hundred years and dying on the verge of death, Tao Enhai was not very afraid.

Nothing to be afraid of. Whether as a doctor, as a researcher pioneering the future, as a fighter to regain "modern society", or as an unyielding rebel, he has achieved "a clear conscience".

After Tao Enhai emptied himself, what came to his heart bit by bit was the days of two hundred years ago.

He held up a hand. He watched his fingers move in the sand. Sand and dust ran through his fingers.

"How powerful." He said: "In this life, when I entered the medical profession, I vowed to dedicate myself to humanitarian service; I am grateful and respect my teacher as if I were a parent. and to practice medicine with conscience and dignity; The health of my patients is my primary concern. I keep the secrets that my patients trust me; I will do my best to uphold the honour and noble traditions of the medical profession; I regard my colleague as a brother; I am responsible for my patients without distinction as to religion, nationality, race, politics or status; Life, from the time it was formed, was the supreme dignity; Even in the face of threats, my medical knowledge is not contrary to humanity. ”

"Hold it hard."