"Ugh! ~”

Russell slowly opened his heavy eyelids, let out a moan, and his breathing suddenly became heavy, accompanied by a few coughs, and his consciousness began to become clear.

"Huh! Someone woke up, it was the pilot. ”

"Quick, give him some water!"

A soft tube was inserted shallowly into his mouth, and a cool liquid with a hint of sweetness gurgled out, causing Russell to involuntarily sip on the tube and suck greedily.

These liquids are like magic water full of magical life force, and the thirst that occupies the mouth is gradually suppressed, and the strength is born from the body bit by bit.

The world before him quickly became clear, and he saw the rows of fixed seats crushed under the concrete shards not far away, the usual design of the auditorium, and he seemed to be lying in a theater.

The theater seemed to have been opened by something, and the tall dome had collapsed more than halfway, and although the light was dim, you could still see the nightmarish swirling black clouds beyond the skylighted dome.

Some memories came flooding back to my head.

The fighter was hit, the cockpit was surrounded by firelight, and it seemed that it successfully ejected itself in time.

It was dangerous to parachute into a city with a complex environment at night, but he managed to survive.

My 911 Brigade, Russell's heart suddenly tightened when he thought of this.

In his last memory before the ejection, he only knew that there were only two wingmen left on the side of his car, one left and one right, and he still didn't leave it, I don't know if they waited for the 912 and 913 brigades, maybe

"Uncle, are you feeling better?"

A sweet child's voice interrupted Russell's chaotic thoughts, and he noticed that a little girl who looked to be only eleven or twelve years old was kneeling beside him, carrying a bag of glucose injections in her hand, and the other end of the connected infusion tube was sticking into her mouth.

It was she who brought her the cool and life-saving water of life.

A red plaid suit was dirty and torn. Gray and embarrassed, his face was a little tired, but he still had a pair of big eyes, and in Russell's eyes, he was still as cute as a little angel.

"Uh, okay, it's better, give me something, I can sit up."

It turned out to be a child taking care of himself, and Russell, who was a soldier, blushed for a while. Hurriedly struggled to sit up.

The theater seemed to have become a sanctuary, with many civilians, men and women, young and old, sitting or lying on the stage, who were supposed to have not had time to evacuate the city and those who had been rescued from the city that had become a battlefield. Russell was just one of many wounded.

Some armed soldiers were guarding the entrance and exit of the theater, they were supposed to be a small force that had successfully entered the city, protecting the civilians who were stranded here to escape the fighting, and they did not know what was going on outside.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that the military has not yet recaptured the city.

Many of them still had panicked expressions on their faces, like frightened rabbits, almost jumping up at any moment at the sound of gunfire and explosions coming from outside.

More people are numb and dazed. In less than 24 hours, they have repeatedly experienced life and death.

I am afraid that before this, no one had imagined that war would suddenly break out without warning so close to their peaceful and stable life.

It used to be a stage full of dreams and art. Only a group of girls in the same red plaid suits were still busy.

Although they can do nothing, these children are still trying to provide their own strength, so that people in the event of a sudden disaster can feel a touch of humanity.

From time to time, there were gunshots and explosions outside, as well as the terrible roars of wild beasts.

This bustling metropolis seems to have completely fallen.

"Woo. Mom, woo."

Suddenly, a sobbing and crying sound sounded among the civilians on the stage. But like a small hammer, it hit the fragile hearts of many people.

It was as if a handful of salt had suddenly been sprinkled on the torn wound, and a small pebble fell into the pool, and soon a second cry and a third cry sounded

The voices of mourning quickly spread, and more and more civilians involuntarily shed tears and joined in the crying.

"The five-star red flag flutters in the wind, and the victory song is so loud; Singing about our dear motherland, from now on to prosperity and strength"

With a hint of hoarseness, the pure child's voice suddenly sounded in the cry, slow and excited, full of positive meaning, although soft, but unusually firm into everyone's ears.

Russell's eyes widened when he saw that the girl in the red plaid suit beside him just now was standing in front of the stage at some point, facing the collapsed and dilapidated auditorium, standing straight, as if he was standing on the stage in a full theater.

There were no lights, no accompaniment, no audience, and on this dusty stage, the children's voices singing to themselves gradually overwhelmed the crying as if by magic, and more and more civilians stared at the girl who seemed to be singing with love as wide as the pilot Russell.

"The vast and beautiful land is our dear hometown"

Another girl in a red plaid suit joined in the singing, followed by more girls, who had been a group for a long time, who seemed to have forgotten everything and made up for the sacred choral performance that should have been on this stage last night.

"The five-star red flag flutters in the wind, and the victory song is so loud; Singing about our dear motherland, from now on to prosperity and strength"

Russell didn't realize that he was like everyone else, and he couldn't help but join in the singing.

No crying, no sorrow, no fear, piety and selflessness, only the hope of a better future.

At this moment, there is hardly anything in the world that can bring them down.

"We are industrious, we are brave, independence and freedom are our ideals; How many hardships have we overcome to achieve today's liberation! We love peace, we love our homeland, and whoever dares to violate us will call him death! ”

Soldier. Civilians, old people, teenagers, men, women, as long as they can make a sound, the song of the motherland's strength and prosperity has been in this dilapidated theater for a long time

Earth coordinates: 12°30′36"N, 53°55′12"E".

Socotra.

Helena, the leader of the Third Age Advance Team, suddenly stopped laughing hysterically, her long-suppressed emotional venting slowing her reaction by half a beat. Only then did he realize the abnormality of the warriors and intelligent robots around him.

Quietly, quietly a little too much, the others weren't admiring her laughing alone, but

Like a great enemy!

That's right!

Although there was no expression on the rigid iron faces of those intelligent robots, it could be seen from the extra careful and cautious guard movements and demeanor of the War Clan. They seem to be on the lookout for some kind of horror.

What was it that was terrible about making them react like that?

Following the gaze of the cyborg and Warclan soldiers, Helena saw that they were staring at the wreckage of the fighter jet that was still burning, and a large circle was empty around the crash site, and not a single intelligent robot or Warclan man was leaning towards it.

What's wrong with the world?

She suddenly felt a little ridiculous, is a dead person really so terrible?

Could it be that there will still be ghosts coming out of the charred corpse?

The war clansmen who are not afraid of heaven and earth seem to be in vain.

Click! ~Squeak

A series of piercing noises came from the wreckage of the fighter wrapped in flames, causing the blonde beauty captain of the Third Age civilization to shrink his pupils slightly.

This guy is really dead and has to blame!

No, it's not!

Helena, who had regained her sanity and composure, sensed the anomaly.

There was a loud bang, and a strange figure suddenly appeared in the raging flames.

There was no struggle. There was no scream, ignoring the heat of thousands of degrees, exuding a terrifying aura all over his body, standing outstanding.

It's like a bloodthirsty Shura from hell. Unhurriedly out of the fire.

The swarthy armor wraps from head to toe, fits perfectly, and is very much in line with the aesthetics and ergonomics of violence, unassuming but terrifyingly aggressive.

This is not the usual anti-overload suit for air riders at all. It's a reloaded armor that's really suitable for fighting on the battlefield.

The heavy black armor on the opponent's body and the way they appeared gave the Third Age advance team and the soldiers of the War Clan a great visual shock.

This guy didn't even die?!

Helena shuddered and stared at the guy.

The hands of the surrounding warriors holding their weapons involuntarily tightened a little. The experience accumulated over the years of martial arts cultivation and life-and-death fighting made them inexplicably feel like they were being targeted by terrifying beasts.

This is a wonderful sense of crisis that only belongs to a warrior who has traveled on the edge of life and death many times.

"Ha, hahaha!"

Helena suddenly broke the oppressive silence and burst out laughing again.

But after laughing a few times, she stared at the warrior who came out of the flames again, and said word by word: "Even if you can survive, what can you do, this is my territory, without the fighter jet, can you still turn the sky upside down?" ”

"Really?"

Lin Mo tilted his head to look at this madman-like woman, his voice was automatically amplified synchronously by the "Dragon General" tactical helmet, and it was clearly audible even from dozens of meters away.

"You are only one person, but I have a lot of people here, what can you do with me without fighters? There are so many fighters here, even if they are piled up, they can kill you, and I suggest you better surrender. ”

Helena lifted her chin proudly, not the slightest hint of fear in her body.

She had investigated the death of the advance team member Baluraka and the martial arts elder Orrick, maybe one or two Warclan masters couldn't kill him, so ten, twenty, thirty or even more, what would happen?

On this island, there were at least four hundred Warclan people at her disposal, and there were twenty of the top Warclan masters who had reached the level of Inheritance Martial Arts, and it was almost impossible to imagine what a powerful force this was.

An air knight without a fighter jet is like an air knight who has broken his hands and feet, and he is not at the mercy of others?!

At least in Helena's eyes, there was no difference between the other party and the lamb to the slaughter.

"Hehe, who told you that without the fighter, I would be left with only one person?"

Lin Mo looked at this stupid woman with a sneer.

"Then you can conjure up another fighter jet for me."

Helena showed a mocking look on her face, the other party pretended to be calm just to hide her weakness, it was better to simply admit defeat and surrender on the spot, how much more could she look at the other party.

"You forgot what my flight code name was!"

Lin Mo knew that his flight code name would never be hidden from the other party, whether it was through "Adam" or any other means, the Third Age civilization could easily get some of its own information.

"Do you think that if you take the code name of Dragon Knight, you really think that you are a real Dragon Knight? Oh, then esteemed Dragon Knight, call out your dragon! ”

Helena felt that she had thought too highly of this deceitful fellow, and that she had used this method to prolong her breath and wait for reinforcements.

There is a saying in the world called: If you don't die, you won't die!

"So"

The Dragon Knight's tone was equally sarcastic.