At night, only the stars are shining.

Naturally, there is no light in the ruins of the Polytechnic Institute, but beyond the faint vines that ooze through the cracks, you can find that these three college buildings with different styles are brightly lit along the reversed, uncovered "convex" shape.

Except for the night sentry, everyone who remained picked up sapper shovels and struggled to dig up the rubble and masonry, while the incomparably precious armored infantry simply fought with one enemy and three enemies, and each piece of concrete was either broken with a punch or dragged out by force, and replenished to the wall, and in a short time dug up a considerable amount of earth.

Simon brought three times as many people out of Fort Mill as he had when he first entered the ruins of Chika. The composition is quite complex, including about twenty veteran members brought out when they assembled in Tombstone City, there are Mill's elite troops who forcibly seize the spirit, and a large number of Dorian expedition captives are also a non-negligible composition.

In the period of all-out war, Simon was a senior non-commissioned officer in command of the squad, and a non-commissioned officer like him from the beginning of the war to the fourth or fifth year was simply a treasure of the army. For five years, war was the best teacher, and Simon also received a non-commissioned officer course during his recuperation after the Battle of Königsberg. As a non-commissioned officer at the grassroots level, his task and duty is to command and coordinate all affairs between squads and platoons. The 75 Ranger Regiment in service itself is defined as a vanguard open path, or a small-scale infiltration strike. Hold out in the absence of friendly support. For example, Simon's situation at the Polytechnic Institute at this time can be borrowed from his experience and skills in the street battles of South Ossetia, although it is not a modern defense like the Eben Emar Fortress, but as long as it is a city street, it can still drain the blood of the enemy.

It was not difficult to lead this group of soldiers, Hydra purple blood ingested the backbone of more than seventy people, and under the oppression of purple blood, only fearless loyalty existed. More than anything else, Simon was most worried about the bargaining chips that the Hydra Coalition would pay if they could force the Five Cities Combine to drive him away at the cost of the destruction of Fortress Mill, which had miniature underground nuclear generator sets?

Simon threw away the increasingly uneasy thoughts in his mind, and slapped the railing to whistle at Ramirez, who was digging a tunnel downstairs, who immediately received the purple-blooded psychic pass

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Looking at it again, Simon had disappeared in place.

The auditorium bell tower is an excellent point of firepower, but it is still the inner ring side compared to the indoor stadium closest to the side of the intercity highway. Two M2s of the machine guns dismantled from the heavy Storick tank were erected in the gymnasium. Countermeasures that include grenadiers, bazookas, and anti-infantry mine-jumping ejectors can make a river of blood flow for light infantry without armor.

Simon had early glimmer of vision, probably one of the few benefits of post-war radiation. To the left of the stadium, the front of which it was attacked shortly after, was a parking lot filled with car wreckage, no more than 100 meters wide. If you clean it up, it does create a barrier. But now that he is in Ming, sending purple-blooded soldiers to haul them is bound to be laborious and time-consuming, and the armored infantry is overkill. Guarding the three main buildings is already stretched. But if you don't clear it, it's tantamount to providing cover for the attacker.

Simon touched his bearded jaw, like a weed growing in the summer rain. The beard had always been the hallmark of the elite of the Allied forces, but Adolfina did not like his approach to the barbarians. Now that Hydra has made the announcement, presumably she and the remaining pure-bloods will always get a message. It is difficult to predict whether this will evolve into some form of encirclement and reinforcement or gathering and annihilation. In any case, Simon knows that a plate of loose sand is always better than a rock. Countless times in the war, I thought that I would be put to death, so I didn't seek to live, I begged to die.

can survive in death.

Thinking of this, Simon's eyes flashed with a cold light, he didn't need to clean up these clearings, he just needed another method.

The gymnasium was the bulk of Simon's fortifications, and the enemy was lined up with a layer of padding to ensure that machine guns could not penetrate heavy bullets, and the basement of the intricate tunnels left behind in the past was also an excellent counter-assault launch point. And the auditorium triangle in the inner ring is covered by crossfire. Throughout the ages, many fortresses and fortresses have been designed to be "convex" or "concave", and the pentagram fortresses against mortar cannons are even more difficult to attack.

Nothing more than a Pavlov building, nothing more than Red October.

The purple-blooded soldiers reflected the position in Simon's mind, and occasionally there were some slightly active vine beetles. Simon jumped down lightly, and the purple blood aura pressed against it

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They don't dare to move. Simon, on the other hand, silently pulled out his dagger.

Paddle to yourself.

A drop of blood fell, along an unknown line into the distance, and those snake pythons born after blood smelled hunger stronger than the bone marrow, so countless black lines, just behind that purple.

The night was long.

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"The Purple Bloods are really fast." Executive Hydra is still as stiff as a sculpture, with only the occasional blinking of his eyes and lips revealing that life is still alive. Midalen, who was standing in front of him with a slight bow, was no longer cold and arrogant, his silver hair covered his face, and it was difficult to see half of the color.

"There's no need to quibble." Hold this humiliating position for hours, and Midalen waits for that. She tried to raise her head again, where to resist the weight of thousands of pounds.

"I know what you said, what you didn't say."

"Was it Lockwood's self-cut that touched you? Or are you cowardly? ”

The hand pressed on the female saint's heavenly spirit cover was only lightly placed, and two black shadows were cast over, dealing with an executive officer, Midalen's one hand was enough, but an alternative nine songs, dealing with her, only one hand.

"You've disappointed me."

"You disappointed my Lord Dufolun, you disappointed Hydra, very disappointed."

The hand pressed on the skull quietly turned white, and Midalen endured the great pain without whispering, and the increasingly trembling body began to be drained of its strength in an endless stream. After a few frenzied hours of silence, there were finally a few sounds, and Midalen collapsed to the ground, completely unrestrained, prostrate at the feet of the two men in front of her, a fishy breath floating without being restrained in her face and under her body.

"When the time is in danger, and you and others are not strong-willed, and they are good at doing things that are not good at welcoming and unforgiving, they will be punished without forgiveness." With a verdict, the black-clad Hydras standing outside the door took her away. The skeletal Kingsley didn't dare to show a trace of sympathy in his eyes when he looked at his former boss. Whatever she fears most, Kingsley will give.

As a punishment for their failure.

"Wait for dawn and attack!"

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