The fighting in the camp ended earlier than in the city of Telavi.

The final casualty figure was 50,000 Alliance troops and 10,000 Protectors...

And 70,000 refugees!

Qin Mo stood in the pile of corpses, neither walking, nor not leaving.

Like all ordinary people, he began to think that if only he could turn back the clock and he could avoid this catastrophe.

Then, ridiculously so, he couldn't even think of how to avoid it.

Scatter the ranks of refugees? It's useless, it will only kill more people.

Prepare the Protectors beforehand? It was useless, in fact, the Guardian Army had already entered the trenches in time, and in the face of the zombie-like Alliance Army, they did their best.

There is no way, if there is, it should be too late to use the 'chain' to tamper with cause and effect now.

But no.

Then, Qin Mo, like all ordinary people, began to comfort himself.

At least the refugees died when they saw the Holy City, and when they died, they died with a smile on their faces and a yearning for a new life.

No, these are not comforts, the only comfort is that Qin Mo knows that he has done his best.

Everything that needs to be done is done, and at this time, it stands to reason that he should kneel down in the pile of corpses, break down, and cry silently.

But Qin Mo didn't, he just felt very tired and ridiculous.

Hehe, after three days of difficult journey, not a single refugee died, and I didn't expect that half of them died in just two hours under the walls of Telavi City.

Is this what fate does?

Not far away, Telavi City still broke out loud from time to time, and the battle in the city was not over.

That said, there's still work to be done.

But... I don't want to move.

A slender and powerful hand pulled Qin Mo up, and the force was so fierce that Qin Mo felt that he had been pulled out of hell.

It was Lilith, seeing her, Qin Mo's already cracked heart broke a little more, so he had to paralyze his body on her body and let her hold him.

"It's not your fault, if you insist on saying it, it's the fault of the person who sent the message to the Union Army, you wait, I'm going to slap his face into the Star-Spangled Banner!"

Qin Mo was slightly shocked: "Listen to what you mean, it wasn't No. 1 Qin Mo who sent the message?" ”

Lilith shook her head: "I watched a few of you Qin Mo grow up, and I can even say that I grew up with a few of you Qin Mo, how can I not know what you can do and what you can't do, believe me, he will never do such a thing." ”

A figure appeared in Saladin's mind on the side.

Holding a folding fan in his hand, his eyes are like torches.

Hmph, eighty percent of it is him.

"Listen, Qin Mo, cheer up, because there are some things that we can only do now." Lilith turned Qin Mo's face in the direction of Telavi City, "Remember the purpose of our visit to the Peninsula?" ”

Capture the hand Qianming Duanmu fool alive and hide them.

Take advantage of the chaos.

Qin Mo nodded, and after having a goal, his spirit came back a little.

"How?"

"I lured out Tejima Qianming, and you took advantage of the chaos to enter the city and capture Duanmu and them alive."

"How?"

Lilith drew her silver spear and held it high above her head.

With a bang, a pillar of green light rose from the muzzle of the gun, instantly piercing the sky.

In the past, this silver gun was always silent when it was fired, and I couldn't think of any other function.

"What is this?"

"This is a signal, a signal that I invited Chiaki Tejima to come here to meet." Lilith handed over a satellite phone from the Protector to Qin Mo, "You go to Telavi City now, if you meet Tejima Chiming on the road, don't entangle with her, go directly into the city to find Duanmu Yu, and give Teshima Chiming to me." ”

Qin Mo had infinite trust in Lilith, and knew that time was running out, so he separated from her and ran to Telavi City.

The explosions in the city are getting quieter, and it seems that the battle has come to an end.

Qin Mo ran wildly, and Telavi City was growing at a speed that was recognizable to the naked eye, and the outline was getting clearer and clearer.

Then, a lonely black shadow appeared at the north gate.

Chiaki Tejima!

She turned a blind eye to Qin Mo who swept in front of her, and her eyes looked straight in the direction of the refugee camp, that is, the direction in which the pillar of light rose just now.

The two staggered.

Qin Mo entered Travi City through the north gate without hindrance, and what unfolded in front of him was another picture of purgatory.

There was apparently a fierce battle that ended in both sides, with the remains of the mechs scattered and blood seeping into the ground through every crevice.

Other places are similar, and occasionally you can see mecha warriors in hand-to-hand combat, Qin Mo struggled for a moment and ignored it.

Which side is the right side to help?

None of them are right.

So I didn't help either side at all.

Where is Duanmu Yu?

Qin Mo ran towards the center of the city in a daze, not knowing if this direction was correct.

'Stop! ’

Qin Mo heard Qu Yao's command and hurriedly stopped his feet.

'Turn right. ’

'Turn left. ’

Turn right again. ’

'It's here!' ’

In front of it, there is a two-story building that looks unremarkable from the outside.

'This is the General Command. ’

'How do you know?' ’

'I sensed that a Confederate soldier had a map of Tel Avi's military deployment in his corpse pocket, but Duanmu Yu wasn't in headquarters. ’

Qin Mo didn't care about it so much, kicked open the door and walked in.

Duanmu Yu and the other ink boys were indeed not in it, but there was something else.

The corpses of the Confederate troops strewn with mecha wreckage all over the ground, and it seems that there was once a battle here that was no less than the city gate.

The incision of the wreckage of the mecha is shiny and smooth, and at first glance, it is the work of Chiaki Tejima.

Just as he was thinking about where to look next, suddenly, a long series of coughs came from the corner.

Qin Mo turned his head and saw that it was an alliance army wearing a colonel's uniform.

There is one breath left.

Qin Mo immediately helped him up and treated him with a 'lotus'.

Soon, the colonel's face turned rosy.

"I'm the prophet Qin Mo, where is Duanmu Yu." Under Qu Yao's guidance, Qin Mo asked in the local dialect.

After hearing the words of the prophet Qin Mo, the colonel opened his eyes slightly and looked at Qin Mo carefully.

Then, stretch out your hand and point slightly to the east.

"East Gate."

"Thank you."

Qin Mo saw that the colonel was fine, and after gently putting him down, he rushed towards the east gate.

The explosion sound in that direction was the most intensive, and Qin Mo met several pairs of mecha warriors in the struggle along the way, all of which turned a blind eye.

Fight, fight, fight, fight to death.

I don't spare my life, why should I spare it for you.

Soon, the east gate came into view.

God opened his eyes, Duanmu Yu was at the door, and beside him were six other ink boys and a military truck.

It looks like they're ready to leave.

"Stop!"

Qin Mo ran to ten meters away and tore off his turban.

When Duanmu Yu saw Qin Mo, his eyes flashed sharp, and the other ink boys were also like great enemies.

The mecha warrior guarding the door took the lead in rushing towards Qin Mo, but Qin Mo grabbed his arm and threw it out thirty meters away with brute force, stirring up a cloud of dust.

This hand alone has shook Duanmu Yu in place.

After a while, he sneered and said, "Qin Mo, first of all, I want to thank you for saving us in Cangbei City, and secondly, I want to ask, how many seconds are you going to solve us?" ”

"Twenty seconds."