How much can happen in a day?

It may be just enough for a low-level mission, or it may only be able to modify and perfect a weapon. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, it is enough for a shocking change.

Extremely exhausted, Van was unable to make it to A-08's central base, and he collapsed from exhaustion halfway through.

And this lethargy lasted all day.

When he crawled out of the hollow in the tree where he was hiding, it was still night.

If it weren't for the time indicated on the combat command window on his left arm, Van would have even thought that he was just taking a nap, and that his sleep was too heavy this time.

He shook his brain, which had been dazed from a long slumber, and clicked on the unread message in the command window of his left arm.

As he read, his expression became more and more grim, and he couldn't help but look in the direction of the distant A-08 Operations Center.

A-08 abandoned, in just one day!

Without warning, without any reason, and without any explanation, A-08 was simply abandoned.

Van could scarcely believe the authenticity of this message, and it was not until he read it several times that it was proven to be from the Angel of Death's MI.

Empire, Angel of Death, Yang Feng, mutants, and the organization of these bizarre behaviors and practices, when all these entangled, were slowly peeled away, and a bold idea appeared in Fan's mind.

But whether his speculation is true or not, he must return to the Angel of Death, because no matter what, there are people he cares about, there is the place where he was born and raised, and every drop of blood shed in his body contains every bit of his memory in the Angel of Death.

Van knew that the journey back to the main city was full of dangers, and that he might die on the battlefield on this trip, but he had no regrets about his choice.

Sensuality is a scary thing, sometimes it makes people fearful, sometimes it makes people fearless.

It's like a candy wrapped in a chronic poison, intimidating and addictive.

Even though the journey was indefinite, Van still had a reason why he had to go on the road.

……

Art leaned in the trench outside the walls of the Angel of Death, and behind him was the Angel of Death's last line of defense.

The refugees who originally lived outside the main city had long since been swept away, so the outside of the main city, which was built on the mountain, was now extra empty.

Like almost all low-level transients, he was skeptical of the rapid collapse of the organization, and was equally puzzled by the abandonment of A-08.

But it's just questioning and puzzlement, and in any case, it's something that the top of the organization decides, and they can only accept it, and they have to accept it.

Art's right eyelid has been beating non-stop today, and no matter what he does, it won't help.

He rubbed his right eyelid irritably, and moved closer to the rose beside him.

"Hasn't the enemy come yet?" He asked.

"Nope." Rose was patrolling back and forth through the scope of her sniper rifle.

"Let's take a break, even if they attack, it will take a long time to get there. And when that time comes, it is natural that someone will remind us. Art sat down on the ground.

Rose frowned and glanced at Art, "If everyone thinks so, who would remind others?" ”

"Hah, and of course them." Art pointed to the group of transhuman warriors who were constantly patrolling the towering city wall behind him.

Rose glanced at Art expressionlessly, and said no more.

"The head is really, every time I say go, I don't even say hello." Art rubbed his throbbing right eyelid again, "I don't know how he's doing now." He sighed softly.

Rose's hands holding the weapon shook slightly when she heard the word Sanskrit.

"Hey, Rose, you like us, don't you?" Art laughed suddenly.

"You, what do you say!" Rose's face immediately flushed slightly, and the hand holding the gun trembled a little.

Ah looked at the nervous rose with deep meaning, "Don't hide it, who can't see what you mean to the leader?" Except, of course, for himself. Art shrugged.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm just respecting him!" Roses have red faces and red ears.

"Old Ma, do you believe what she says?" Art grinned and asked Mark on the side.

Mark touched his bald head, "As for whether you believe it or not, I don't believe it anyway." ”

Looking at the eyes of the people around her grinning, Rose longed to find a crack in the ground to get into.

"I said Rose, when the boss comes back, why don't I personally help you make peace? Although our leader is not good at talking, he still attaches great importance to my words. Art grinned triumphantly.

"That's it, hasn't Van always been very good to Art. Even the enhancement liquid was bought for him, and if he made peace, this might be done! Mark grinned and rubbed his shiny bald head.

"Hahahaha." The other fighters around burst into gloating laughter.

Rose blushed with shame, her chest bulging because of nervousness, "Art, if you talk nonsense, I'll break your mouth!" ”

"You have to think about it, if you break my mouth, no one will be able to help you make peace!"

"Hahahaha!" Louder laughter rang out all around.

These people gathered in the same trench, and the people who were originally a little nervous began to relax in such laughter. No one would stop Art's somewhat absurd behavior before the war, and the excessively tense battlefield environment itself made people feel anxious, but Art's behavior swept away this tense atmosphere.

So as this relaxed atmosphere diffused farther away, more and more people began to join in.

They forgot their nervousness for a while, let go of the fear of death, and the fear of defeat.

They knew that the enemy was coming, and they knew that the coming war would be unprecedentedly fierce, but they were all defenders, heroes who fought to defend their homeland.

Those personal grievances in the past, those past gains and losses, when the homeland is violated, all become insignificant and insignificant.

The soldiers, who once had more or less criticism of the organization, ran to the forefront more heroically than others in the face of the invasion of foreign enemies, using their bodies and lives to forge a solid line of defense.

It is precisely because of deep love that we strive for excellence and have expectations.

Everyone knows that they may die on this battlefield, but no one will leave the defense line at this moment and survive alone.

Because standing behind them are their comrades-in-arms, their homeland!

Death is not actually terrible, what is terrible is the process of fear of death.

And when everyone ignores this process in a relaxed atmosphere, death becomes insignificant.

So when the battle horn finally sounded when the soldiers approached the city.

With a smile on their faces that had not yet retreated, Art picked up the weapons in their hands, as usual, without nervousness or fear.

There is only one heart that fights to the end.

The greatness of human nature always thrives in despair.