The so-called outpost camp is just a simple group of tents, like army-green bubbles rising out of the rubble.

The camp was surrounded by cement bags, the towers behind it roared all the time, and anti-aircraft machine guns tried to keep mutated seabirds from approaching the camp.

The convoy stopped at a gap in the camp wall. This time, there was no bloody situation from the last time, and the soldiers guarding the gate checked the customs clearance certificate one by one, and then pulled up the barricade to let them go.

Entering the camp, everyone hurried along. The Huaxia Combat Brigade trotted in neat columns, flanked by piles of mercenaries, covered in blood and dangling with their equipment.

The jeep made its way along the cleared path, with smoke rising from the sides of the road.

There were wounded wailing hysterically, some cursing, and cages with aberrant creatures being transported into the streets.

A woman came out of the tent in a distraught, disheveled, and a few ruffians in desert camouflage laughed, but there was a fear in their eyes that they were trying to hide.

These people who have just come out of the ruins are all trying to vent their despair in the most primitive way.

Antakuta looked at all this and suddenly felt a little bored. This is a war between humans and aliens, but in his opinion, the human capacity is still too weak.

I think about what war he used to be, he didn't stand on the corpses of millions of living beings, and countless relatives and friends left him.

The Shura clan has no joy between men and women, and the so-called inheritance is only stripped from the soul at the prime of life and turned into a new Shura, that is, their own children.

Humans often say that the Shura tribe is cold-blooded, but in fact, from the moment the Shura tribe is born, the blood has no temperature.

The fan patted him on the shoulder and showed a relaxed smile, "Chengping, it's time to the ground." After a short rest, we're about to go. ”

The expressions of the other four people in the car gradually returned to normal, perhaps remembering Antakuta's strength. No one will doubt it, after all, the degree of transformation can be found with a phone call.

After getting out of the car, the Sky Wings team was assigned to three tents. Originally, it was supposed to be a top for poker and electronic equipment, a fan and Matsuda Heng one on one, and Ellie's own one.

But now that there is an Antakuta temporarily, I can't help but feel a little difficult.

But in the eyes of poker, this is not a problem at all.

"Chengping, you ...... The tent is too small, you and Ellie will be on board. Poker casually said a word.

"Wait! Captain, this ......"

"Ellie." Poker solemnly pressed Ellie's shoulder, and couldn't help but roar in his heart, you are the key to whether our team can rise or not!

"Now there are not enough tents, you see that. At this time, personal desires must be put last, you know? ”

Ellie looked at the gray sky and hesitated, "Okay. ”

She was a little distressed, she and Cheng Ping were not familiar with each other at all, and she only knew that the other party suspected that she was a great master of transforming the seventh, and she didn't know anything else. To be in a tent with such a stranger is distressing.

Maybe the rescue mission will end before dark. She comforted herself.

The fan removed the boxes from the car. Tsuneichi Matsuda sat in the open space and sharpened his long knife, and he was the calmest of all the people.

There are still many cement blocks on the ground that have not been removed. Antakuta found a large one, sat down, and fiddled with the rifle in his hand.

By the way, what is this thing for?

He scratched his head, so he unloaded his rifle, attached his vest, and walked to the front of the poker and handed it to him.

Poker was a little stunned, "What, you don't use a gun?" ”

"I won't use it." Antakuta shook his head, "Give me a knife, or something." ”

"No, aren't you the executive of Project Deep Blue?"

"I lost my memory during the audition."

Poker opened his mouth, "Then you ......"

"Don't worry, I'll still fight."

Poker thought about it, why did he think so much? Anyway, they're here to fight, there's nothing else to do.

So he opened the box, looked for it, and looked up in the direction of Tsuneichi Matsuda and shouted, "Matsuda-kun! ”

"What's wrong?" Tsuneichi Matsuda looked up.

"Give Cheng Ping a knife."

"Nope." Matsuda Hengichi was like a squirrel protecting food, and put away the knife gate, "This can't be given to others." ”

Poker smiled wryly and shrugged at Antakuta, "Sorry, we didn't apply for cold weapons. ”

"Brother, give this to you, I have two." The fan leaned in, holding a short knife the length of his forearm.

Antakuta took it, and realized that it was not too short, and it was heavy in his hand, and the blade was thick and slightly curved.

"The Gurke knife, the national sword of my hometown." The fan showed a look of remembrance, "Although I rarely go back as an adult." ”

Antakuta glanced around, aimed at a lonely cement pillar erected in the clearing, raised his hand, waved his hand, and with a force, the Gurke knife came out of his hand and slashed straight into the cement!

There was a dead silence all around.

Everyone, including the people of the other detachments, was attracted by this loud noise, and looked at the knife in a daze, speechless.

Thirty meters.

That's right, that pillar is thirty meters away from the station of the Skywing team.

The detachment where the pillar was located was so frightened that they only saw a flash of cold light, the sound of breaking the air, and then the knife was already in the pillar.

If this is flying towards a person, it is estimated that the person has already broken in two.

"Good knives." Antakuta trotted over and pulled out his knife, admiring from the bottom of his heart.

There was a deep crack left on the cement pillar, and the blade was slightly scratched from the moment just now, but it did not collapse.

"Which elite squad is here to show off?" Someone whispered around them, looking at the young man in the clearing with fear and curiosity.

"He seems to be Cheng Ping, one of the executives of the Deep Blue Project." Sharp-eyed people recognized Antakuta.

"No wonder. But the direction he came from...... Isn't that the Sky Wing Squad? ”

"No wonder that poker cripple would have the confidence to come here, dare to have such a backer......"

That's what onlookers said.

Antakuta raised his eyebrows, he thought Cheng Ping was a low-key guy, but he didn't expect to be recognized.

But it doesn't matter, he's amnesiac anyway.

Walking back to the station of the Tianyi team, Poker's demeanor was much better, but he spoke a little out of tune. "Clams and pong, reverse good sauce!"

Fan explained empathetically: "The captain said, Cheng Ping, you are so strong. ”

Tsuneichi Matsuda sat in place like a sculpture, staring at Antakuta with hooked eyes, while muttering, "Knife...... The god of the sword, the god of the sword. ”

Coming back to her senses, Ellie, who was the most unresponsive, shouted, "Oh my God! Cheng Ping, you are stronger than the captain! ”

Everyone rolled their eyes, it seemed that this girl's brain would not be easy to use......