Looking at the smoke of the tunnel in front of him, and the milky white and monster wreckage soaked in formalin liquid all over the ground.

I was like a lost soul, with my rifle thrown on the ground and unable to lift it again.

"It's all gone, what's the point of keeping me."

I took it one step at a time, swaying from side to side.

In the corridor, there was a strong smell of gunsmoke.

Familiar faces, undulating in the dark, grinning at me.

"Hummingbird!"

Brother Leng carried a jar of soju, and in the mist, he walked towards me with a tall military posture.

Behind me stood those comrades-in-arms who shared my weal and blight.

They have them, I can't even name names, just at this moment.

It was as if someone had torn my heart open.

"Brother Leng!"

"Woo... Woo... Uhh

He suddenly rolled up his sleeves, patted me on the shoulder, and said with a smile.

"What are you crying about, look, I brought you a pot of soju."

"There's still a long way to go, so you have to take our group of brothers home safely."

"Go home...".

I wiped away my tears and gritted my teeth as I looked at the smoke and the wreckage of monsters all over the ground.

A hint of stubbornness rose in my heart, no matter what.

I, Ganzi, will take you home.

Rolled up his sleeves and found a broken white robe, cautiously.

Wrap each one, the ashes that have been sprinkled on the ground, individually, and put them in your backpack.

It wasn't until he walked into the iron gate and looked at Brother Leng's wreckage all over the ground that he couldn't stop crying anymore.

It's like a flood that bursts its banks, rushing down.

"Brother Leng..., brother is sorry for you."

"I'm sorry for you."

I screamed, the green veins on my forehead bursting out, and tears mixed with saliva in my mouth, blurring my face.

I reached out and held up a white robe.

Crazy, catching that dust in the air, those are all part of Brother Leng's body.

He's a hero, a real, true hero.

There was a crisp sound of glass cracking.

Behind him, there was also a burst of "click" gear machine brackets.

I stared at the bloody eyes, turned around a little, and looked at the monster that jumped out of the specimen bottle in front of me.

The whole body is covered with milky white mucus, as if wrapped in the placenta of newborns, and exudes a strong pungent smell.

Sharp claws poked out, and scarlet eyes flashed like ghostly fire in the night.

This thing should be the masterpiece of the Japanese army stationed here back then.

Despite the horror and hideousness it seems.

But in the face of bullets, there is little resistance.

I didn't expect to miss one when I shot it.

Then he took out the pistol on his waist and wanted to fight quickly, but he found it unexpectedly.

His own gun, which had already been accompanied by the shock wave of the explosion, was thrown in a dark corner somewhere.

And Brother Leng's Type 56 rifle was being trampled under the feet of the monster, covered in slime.

I smiled wryly.

Since he promised his brothers that he would take their ashes home, he would never die here in vain.

I subconsciously used my hand to touch the armed belt around my waist, and a dagger with a flickering cold light was instantly pulled out and held in the palm of my hand.

In my head, I remember my fighting skills.

I don't have a good chance of winning, but I want to live.

Bloodshed and sacrifice will certainly not be avoided...

In the basement of an abandoned factory in the city of X.

A white-haired old man in a camouflage military uniform sat on a black stone chair and slowly took off his mask.

Eyebrow and sword.

The vicissitudes of life, the eyes are resolute, although a little old, but bright.

Fingers lightly tap on the tabletop with a rhythmic sound.

The phone next to it rang for a long time.

Eventually, he slowly got to his feet.

In the last second when I was about to hang up, I answered the call.

What followed was an almost angry voice on the other end of the phone.

"Li Jianjun, what kind of reputation are you making for me, it is enough for an army and air infantry regiment, tens of thousands of people."

"All surrounded in the center of the city, an inconspicuous ruined small western-style building, do you want to mutiny?"

"Boom... Boom.... ”

The white-haired old man tapped his fingers on the tabletop, making a slight beat, but he was silent at the moment.

Gradually, he closed his eyes, as if he hadn't heard anything, and closed his eyes to recuperate.

"I don't care what you're doing, do you know it, this matter has alarmed the superiors"

"You know better than I do the consequences of moving troops without permission.

Suddenly.

The white-haired old man in front of him opened his eyes, his gaze was like a sharp sword, and his momentum was terrifying.

"Do you still remember the 100,000 soldiers who disappeared at the beginning, I, Li Jianjun, promised them that I must let them go home!"

He stretched out his left palm and slammed it on the table.

The sound of the glass glass shattering came into the phone, making the other end of the phone instantly silent.

It took a short moment for the hoarse voice in the microphone to become clear again.

"I'll only give you two days at most, and I can only give you two days to barely suppress it."

"In two days, you can take off this military uniform and report to the court-martial."

The hoarse voice echoed in the empty basement, like ripples, spreading layer by layer in the heart of the white-haired old man.

"Thank you."

He responded and hung up the phone gently, but in the blink of an eye, he was already in tears.

An elf-like girl jumped out of the darkness in an instant, wearing a dark green military uniform.

The neat and neat short hair shows more vitality and ability.

"Dad, I've learned a lot of opera recently."

The girl's bright smile made the white-haired old man's majesty like ice melt in an instant.

He lovingly stretched out his hand and rubbed the girl's hair.

Moving the tables and chairs a little bit, I looked in the direction of the city center with a deep gaze.

"Huh."

The girl was surprised.

Looking at the white-haired old man with tears on his face in front of him, he was a little surprised.

I remember that my father has never had a time to cry.

Even the old comrades-in-arms passed away one after another.

He is also like a beacon of light in the vicissitudes of life, and he is his only role model.

The palm of the white-haired old man's hand stayed on the phone and hesitated a few times.

Ultimately.

He turned the dial on the phone again, and said in a deep voice.

"Continue to send a retreat signal to the Spirit Slayer team, if you haven't received a response by twelve o'clock tomorrow night."

"Just start Plan B......

I lay on the cold floor of the tunnel, gasping for air.

The sharp dagger clenched in his hand was gradually lowered at this moment.

Blood mixed with sweat spread all over the body.

On the calf, a scar nearly 10 centimeters long is turning outward with flesh, which is shocking.

"Whew... Call. ”

I barely bred my spirits and leaned towards the wall behind me.

Little by little, he stretched out his hand and tore off a strip of cloth again on the broken white robe behind him.

Gritting his teeth, he did a simple bandaging of the wound on his calf.

I thought it would be easy to deal with, at least not to shed so much blood.

But actually, I underestimated what this thing was capable of.

I turned to look at the monster I had just fought to the death.

The sharp claw blades were covered with barbs, and the milky white mucus gave off a pungent smell and flowed all over the ground.

I was afraid that I would accidentally touch the liquid from the wound.

Then he moved his body to the side forcefully.

Suddenly.

On the wall behind him, his fingertips felt a circular protrusion, slightly higher than the other walls.

I wanted to turn around and take a closer look.

But accidentally, I touched it lightly.

"Click..."

A sound of machine blinking, through the wall, instantly shocked me into a cold sweat.

I gritted my teeth and picked up the dagger on the ground almost as fast as I could.

Turning in a fighting stance, he pressed against the wall, his eyes looking around vigilantly.

The strange sound of the machine came to an abrupt end, and the darkness below was terrifying.

Only in the corridor, the howling cold wind is accompanied by a pungent and unpleasant smell.

Little by little, it corroded my nasal cavity and wounds all over my body.

I leaned my whole body against the wall and leaned slowly.

In order to deal with it, there may be situations that may happen at any time.

I didn't realize it until my feet suddenly hung in the air.

It turned out that the sound of the machine just now was not the mechanism that triggered the defense.

Instead, a secret door opened in the corner, diagonally downward.