Five hours after the Iron Slag left the fortress of Tyre, at DR3713-01-31, 0:00 a.m. Silver City time, 41 a.m. S. Set—

In a small cottage on the Avenue of Gardens in ancient Babylon, Eva Green watched the video of the defense of the Tyre fortress repeatedly. Due to the brutality of the war, many cameras were damaged in the fortress, so the video was somewhat mutilated and the angles were few. However, compared to the later stages of the war, the early videos are more complete.

At this moment, Eva Green clutched the small handkerchief, watched with a slight red eye as the iron slag made a simple pre-war mobilization, and then rushed towards the insect tide with no relentless progress. She watched this scene over and over again, and every time she was moved by the sentence "A man is like a brilliant firework, blooming with the most beautiful brilliance in the world......".

It was only then that she truly understood why that man had won the heart of the handkerchief, and why even the Templar princess had lost herself for him.

This man could have evacuated the fortress, but he didn't do so, but gambled his life. He was not an aristocrat, he had no family, he had no concept of glory, he was just himself. has no worries, just like a rootless duckweed, neither carrying nor bearing blame, but he swore to fight to the death because of his courtesy......

In fact, in this case, if he chooses to retreat, no one can blame him. According to the feedback from the Fifth Army of the Dawn Expeditionary Force, the number of insect tides this time was six to seven times that of the defenders, so the retreat was completely reasonable in the case of a huge disparity in strength.

However, he chose to persevere, choosing to face death. Perhaps, he didn't take his life seriously at all......

Every time she saw the sight of the iron slag being kicked away by the thunder beast's hooves, like a cannonball, and slamming into the city wall, she felt a faint heartache. The pain is indescribable, like a heart pierced by a slender needle, straight into the deepest part. At this time, she just wanted to get him back as soon as possible, to keep him away from danger and death. She was confident that Yugo Lombal would rather not want the fortress of Tyre than put this man in danger.

If the fortress is lost, they can grab it back, and when the resources are gone, they can go and collect it again, but if such a person dies, there may not be a second one......

Suddenly, Eva Green subconsciously dialed the voice communication of Iron Slag. However, there was a busy sound over there. She was startled and dialed several times, but it was still busy. This means that the iron slag leaves the coverage area of the satellite signal. She couldn't help but get worried, and began to pace up and down the room impatiently, her chest rising and falling, her heart pounding. She frowned and thought softly, did he leave the signal area on his own initiative, or did something happen? This guy is really not worry-free, and he must be taught a good lesson when he comes back!

And about an hour ago......

On the vast Gobi Desert, a red locomotive galloped by. The broad rubber wheels pressed against the cracked red earth, kicking up puffs of sand and dust that scattered in all directions.

In the fierce sunlight, as far as the eye can see, except for the occasional ball of grass rolling by, or a lone Dead Sea aspen, the vast world is empty and silent.

At this moment, Iron Slag was half-lying on the locomotive, staring intently ahead, and even in such a calm environment, he still maintained a high degree of alertness. This is a habit he has developed over the years, and in his opinion, there are only dangerous places in this world except safe places, and there are few safe places, and there are many dangerous places. In the boundless wasteland, there is always a hidden killing intention, which seems to be calm on the surface, but no one knows whether a deadly poisonous scorpion will be hidden in a seemingly harmless grass mass, and whether there is a bouncing centipede hiding in the shallow sand.

Looking up, there was a pale red between heaven and earth. After looking at it for a long time, it will give people the strange illusion that they have been spinning in circles, stagnating, and thus losing their way. Therefore, Iron Slag has been carefully observing the surrounding scenery, looking for different places in the roughly same picture. He has a good memory, and with just one glance, he can keep his memory for hours and avoid completely losing his coordinates in the wasteland.

At this moment, several car marks of different shades suddenly appeared on the land in front of me. Iron slag's eyes narrowed, slowed down, and walked along the trail of tires. Due to the arid nature of Desert No. 5, there is little rainfall, and the ground is mostly dry and hard red soil. So when a vehicle passes by, the car marks remain for a long time.

After observing for a while, he concluded that about thirty fully loaded rear eight** trucks and two monster jeeps passed by. Combined with Wang Hu's previous report, on the eve of the battle, Edward Sossi and another regimental commander each hurriedly left the fortress of Tyre with his legions. By all indications, Edward was likely to have been aware of the attack of the swarm, and even the disappearance of the satellite signal.

And Edward Thorthy's unusual behavior is really puzzling. He became a deserter, and not only did his personal political career end, but even his family would be disgraced by it. Such a price is undoubtedly devastating. For the little nobles of Silver City, it may be worse than death. It's just that most of the time life is more important than glory, at least that's what the iron slag thinks. If it weren't for Eva Green helping him in times of need, and if it weren't for the true owner behind the fortress being Yugo Lombar, he would have fled with the wolf legions.

Once the possible objects were identified, the iron slag followed the car tracks. His red comet was faster than most vehicles, so he had no fear and decided to go along.

As time passed, the iron slag gradually noticed something unusual, and the car marks became more and more deviant, away from the direction of the wind sand castle, but made a large circle to the east. After a few moments, Iron Slag figured out why, and Edward planned to avoid the reinforcements going to Tyre Fortress to avoid being forcibly drafted by general-rank officers. Iron Slag frowned as he figured this out, as it beged another question, that Edward probably knew exactly the scale of the insect tide and was sure that reinforcements would be coming. With such doubts, Iron Slag continued to chase.

Half an hour later, the iron slag left the satellite coverage area and drove farther away.

Three hours later......

Iron slag followed the car trail into a sparse Dead Sea aspen forest. There was a faint smell of blood wafting through the air, and the silence around was a little oozing, and the bare branches trembled slightly in the breeze.

After walking for a while, the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, like an indissolvable watercolor, sticky and dry.

[Master, the air contains a large amount of dried blood cell powder, in order to avoid being infected by an unknown disease, Alice Jian yì immediately left or put on a gas mask] The front of the car sounded the warm mechanical synthesis sound of a young girl.

"Don't worry, I'm an insect and have a high resistance to disease." Iron Slag said as he pulled up a checkered scarf to cover his mouth and nose, breathing through the cotton.

[Not exactly a disease, just now Alice tested the sample on the air filter, and found that these dried blood cells have some unknown mutations, Alice is worried that it is a new kind of virus]

Iron Slag looked down and pondered for a moment, and was about to ask further, but when he looked up, he saw a miserable white forest in front of him. He suddenly twisted the throttle and rushed over. When he saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but take a cool breath. I saw that the half-sandy red earth was full of white bones. And the surface of these bones still has a hint of stickiness, as if it has not been formed for long.

As far as the eye could see, the bones of these humans were fragmented, none of them were intact, as if they had been eaten by something, and their skulls, limbs, sternums, and spine were scattered all over the ground.

[Master, please be safe, Alice scans to the direction of two o'clock, there are signs of life pulsation at one hundred and sixty meters]

"Let's take a look." Iron Slag said. Although the sight in front of him was creepy, it was nothing to him. When he was ten years old, he had slept soundly in a camp full of corpses, completely unaffected.

[Master yo ~ Broken bones are easy to pierce into the tires, and they will scratch the paint, is this really good?] Alice said in a snorting voice, I don't know which girl I learned from.

Iron Slag rolled his eyes, then got out of the car and said, "Take care of yourself." ”

[Yes, my captain," Alice said happily.

Iron slag twisted his neck, moved his muscles and bones, and then drank in a deep voice, the scapular muscles were retracted hard, and two pairs of translucent membranous wings rushed out, and then with a soft sound of "tearing", they stretched out to both sides. Then he leaped down, his membranous wings vibrating at a high frequency, and the air around him surged rapidly, and then he soared into the air and flew in the direction Alice was pointing.

The wings don't fly fast, but they are also about twelve meters per second, and although they can't run at full speed, they are much faster than ordinary people. Compared to birds, insect wings have many advantages, such as the ability to hover in the air and the ability to make small turns, which are completely different from the other.

After flying more than a hundred meters, he found a place with a dense concentration of white bones, so he flew over, hovering in the air at seven or eight meters, scanning the scene back and forth.

After a few seconds, he was taken aback to see some white bone piles on the ground, and in the middle of the bone pile, a half-human-high egg was fixed. As far as the eye can see, there are about a dozen of these eggs here. When exposed to sunlight, they appear translucent. If you look closely, it is covered with bloodshot and light green liquid, and the soft egg shell shrinks and shrinks, as if breathing.

The Iron Slag observed for a moment, then pulled out the McLin revolver, unleashed the hammer, and fired a blast at it.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and the egg exploded, like a water bag that suddenly exploded, and the light green slime squirted out and sprinkled everywhere.

"Uh...... Cuckoo...... Belch...... Goo ......"

At this moment, a figure covered in green slime rolled out of it, struggling on the ground while making a drowning sound, as if its throat was filled with viscous liquid......