Patrol cars and patrol robots rushed out of every corner, scurrying between the box huts, running into a super-sized small power camp.

Xiaoqiang's raging territory made the mechanical troops of the clean habit very headache, and it was pointless to shoot tons of bullets.

forced a small strong man to stop, and sent a mercenary to check for a while only to realize that the car was empty, empty!

Occasionally, a patrol car is manned, and it is also a rare case. By the time the mechanical mercenaries found out that it wasn't the patrol car that was really carrying people, it was the patrol robot they hadn't bothered about, it was too late.

Most of those Xiaoqiang robots have disappeared. Of the dozen or so that were caught, there were no living people left, only the permanent residents of KK-98 who were shot to death after the bullet penetrated the robot's shell during strafing.

Who has nothing to do, to sweep the robot is there any bioelectric waves? As a result, the mechs mispaid hundreds of thousands of high-energy laser bullets.

The island of the dead, which closed the gates of hell, was damaged in the incomparable chaos of the shooting of Xiaoqiang. Sixteen skylights, none of which were intact, were all snapped shut.

At the time of this space station, God closed a door for it, but did not open a window for it......

The patrol car that intercepted Xiao Zhengyu was still racing wildly, saying that it would escort his flying machine, but it slipped away after the combat mecha was damaged.

The flying machine that slipped away sank into the empty underground world from the caliber of the setting sun, which was the space for the energy tower to retreat. The Energy Tower had risen from the horizon not long ago, and nothing could be seen in the retraction space, except for two thin beams of searchlight, slowly sinking with the roar of the engine.

As a matter of conventional engineering, the retraction space is not open to objects other than energy towers, with the exception of this one.

It was not only the aircraft that slipped away that entered the retreat space, but also many patrol robots that came down from the pit.

At the bottom of the semi-arc retraction space, there was a noise of stars and points of light, flickering and moving in a small area.

The craft, which sank into the retraction space, landed near the busy congregated point of light. Two searchlight beams fell, illuminating the spot where the light had gathered.

In the "strong light", it can be seen very clearly, those light spots are emitted by patrol robots, there are as many as tens of thousands.

In front of each patrol robot, there is an "engineer" squatting to screw and disassemble parts.

The retreat space is an oxygen-free world, and the "engineers" here are all dressed in uniform clothing, except for special oxygen-making masks, the uniform of permanent residents of the Isle of the Dead, and the large embroidered characters on the front and back are particularly eye-catching: permanent imprisonment.

It's not just the uniforms and oxygen masks that are unified, but also the 3D version of the virtual drawings that each engineer has in front of him.

Each patrol robot master who enters the retraction space can receive a temporary chip. That temporary chip needs to be implanted in the subcutaneous tissue inside the wrist to activate.

The chip has two major functions: the first is to identify the identity of the residents of the Island of the Dead; The second is the temporary newsletter, which also comes with a 3D drawing.

The drawings used by the "engineers" are the temporary functions that come with the chip. The drawings are ready-made, I don't know how many months to complete the drawing, it is certainly not painted today, but the dismantling is very fine, and those who do not understand the project can follow the screws and disassemble the parts.

So, everyone who gets a temporary chip can become an engineer. They are very willing to become engineers, and they will ask the patrol robot to prepare a set of simple tools as soon as they click on the drawing, and start the disassembly and assembly work within the division.

- No one wants to stay on this broken island for the rest of their lives!

"Ah Yun!"

"They're back, go and see ......"

Seeing the aircraft landing from a distance, the islanders dressed in "permanent imprisonment" looked particularly anxious when they put down their disassembly and assembly projects and rushed up.

When they got to the landed aircraft, several permanent residents opened the passenger cabin door and climbed onto the aircraft, beckoning to the aircraft.

This posture is not very familiar, but it is self-cooked, right?

Indeed, they know the main controller, and they are also very familiar with the co-pilot, and when they board the aircraft, they put the co-pilot's seat flat, close the hatch to protect the oxygen in the room, and take care of the co-pilot's appearance.

With the help of the two searchlights on the wings, you can roughly see who the person lying on the passenger seat is-Chi Mujiu. So many people fiddled with him, and he didn't pay attention to anyone, his expression was so quiet that he didn't know that he was unconscious, but he still wanted to save some energy to heal his injuries, and his face was so pale that there was no blood.

He was dressed in an inky casual suit, most of which was congealed into a knot, which should have been half-dried blood stains. The place where the cloth flew up in a ring shape and the thickness of the index finger was a circle of rags, all of which were blood holes caused by laser bullets, and there were more than 20 places all over the body, I don't know how deep it was.

-- Large and small gunshot wounds, there are several critical positions, and if they are not dealt with in time, their lives may not be guaranteed.

"How did you do this?" The bearded islander was on one knee next to the passenger seat, his eyes full of heartbreak. He had probably never seen General Chi like this, flicking off the saber pulled out on the outside of his ankle, preparing to cut the fabric of the shirt on Chi Mujiu's body that was sticking to the wound.

"He thought he was a god, and that's why he made it like this." The relatively closed inner compartment door of the cab opened, and the driver who stepped out generously knew everyone present, Yu Fu Yunge. "Come on, the cockpit of the aircraft is small, and it's very crowded to stay here. There are still 25 minutes to go, and the renovation project will not be completed, and the situation will be even more critical. You guys go and get busy, General Chi will take care of it! ”

Yun Ge had a cold face, knelt down on one knee beside Chi Mujiu, and came face to face with Uncle Hu. He raised his hand and snatched the saber that hung in the air and had not yet come in handy and rested it on the chaise longue, carried the medical kit that had been booked in advance with the residents and rested it on his lap, and arranged the soju, suture needles, cotton yarn and newly made plant ash in a row, and wanted to perform suture surgery on Chi Mujiu himself.

Uncle Bearded twitched his shoulder, deeply suspecting that it was a murder.

"You...... Are you doing it alone? A young man cautiously questioned a digression. He may have suspected that this was a murder, just like Uncle Bearded,

"When there were no medical robots on the battlefield, we all took care of the wounds by ourselves, basic skills, and there were no major problems. Let's go about our own business, time is tight. Yun Ge lifted the placket of Chi Mujiu's suit, unbuttoned his shirt, and pulled the clothes that stuck to his wound out, regardless of whether he was injured or not.

"Hmm......" Chi Mujiu's eyebrows, who looked quiet, suddenly frowned, he snorted in pain, his fists were clenched, and his teeth were gritted so that the corners of his forehead were bruised. Looking at his sudden state, Moyo was woken up in pain.

Everyone present sighed silently in their hearts, didn't dare to make a sound, twitched their shoulders, turned around and left the cockpit of the aircraft, and loaded their parts.

——The saber that was taken away by Yun Ge was lying silently next to Chi Mujiu's pillow, still not useful.

"Isn't it heroic, you know it hurts?" After pulling his shirt with his bare hands, Yun Ge's "huhu" small half bottle of soju sprayed on Chi Mujiu's wound.

"You wolf cub, believe it or not, Lao Tzu slaughtered you?!" Chi Mujiu gritted his teeth and scolded, and his voice was out of breath but not in breath, and every word was gritted very hard.

"Such a deep wound, it is estimated that several places have penetrated the internal organs, and they must be cleaned. It's useless for you to scold me! Yun Ge still had a faint calmness on his face, and pulled out an extremely fine iron chisel from the corner of the medical box, pressed the lighter, put the iron chisel on it and burned red, and when it cooled, he wrapped it in a veil and sprayed it with alcohol.

Chi Mujiu knew what he was going to do, so he gritted his teeth in advance and snorted, clenched the handrails that were lowered on his side with both hands, and lit up the wound for Yun Ge to dispose of.

The situation was so urgent that it was impossible for anyone to bring down a medical kit, and all the equipment for treating wounds was prepared on an improvised basis. Yun Ge, a crooked male nurse, was also prepared temporarily.

The hero's don't want to don't want Chi Mujiu, and don't accept the reality. There was not much time left, and the wound had to be stitched up, so it had to be improvised. Otherwise, it would be a question of whether or not they could leave the Isle of the Dead.