Jiang Wanqi ran at the front of the line with an expressionless face. A rucksack weighing sixty kilograms did not seem to have any effect on him. The brisk and rhythmic stride leaves a series of uneven footprints on the gentle sand.

About a hundred meters behind him, a group of panting mercenaries were running. Their faces were pale, and their feet were limp. The indifferent eyes exuded despair and misery that could not be concealed between the violently trembling facial muscles. The backpack, which can usually be easily lifted with one hand, is now as heavy as a mountain.

"Minutes and seconds? , this guy is good. I like it! ”

The moment he pressed the second reader, Glive couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, and patted Fang Jie, who had just crossed the finish line, with his thick and hairy hand. With a roar like thunder, he roared, "Welcome, my dear doctor. ”

The law is a piece of waste paper in the eyes of mercenaries. These guys with their heads pinned to their trousers only recognize each other's strength. Especially in Africa, whoever has a big enough fist can have absolute authority.

It was for this reason that Fang Jie decided to participate in the "Flame Wolf" team test. In this way, he wants to let everyone know that he is not a weak person who can only hold a scalpel.

Of course, there is another layer of secrets that are completely hidden beneath the surface.

Against the FBI, there is absolutely no way that one person can do it. He needs more, strong and powerful companions.

The next day, on the firearms training ground outside Morral Town, in addition to the recruits waiting for testing, there were more than a dozen core members with the "Wolf of Fire" badge embroidered on their left arms.

When I saw the recruit fitness test report yesterday, the first reaction in Chris's mind was impossible.

What is the concept of a fifty-kilometer armed cross-country record of this degree?

Is this still human?

……

The night in this strange valley was as dark and cold as a tomb.

A rushing stream flows past your feet, and overhead are icy rocks. Su Hao sat beside the fire that was struggling in the cold wind, staring down at the jar by the fire, motionless.

The jar was boiling rations for the Reichswehr, bubbling and bubbling. There's not much to eat in this place, this horrible food comes in a palm-sized soft box, grayish-white and mushy, with a pungent fishy smell, but it does eat. The emperor is on top, and this kind of thing that tastes like a mop will become a porridge that can be swallowed as long as it is boiled for a while, and it is very filling after eating. Su Hao doesn't like this kind of thing, but he doesn't hate it very much, in order to survive, even if it is worse food, he has to eat it with his eyes closed.

The situation in the space area of Scattersen 11 has deteriorated across the board. The demon legion unexpectedly appeared near the headquarters, and in a hurry, Su Hao could only lead more than ten staff officers and guards around him to leave the headquarters, rushing left and right in the encirclement, and came all the way here.

The Demon Legion seems to have used some kind of technical means that can shield radio signals, and Su Hao has been unable to contact the outside world. Occasionally, there were a few brief connections to the signal, which lasted less than five minutes before being interrupted again. Fortunately, the team around him is not short of supplies at the moment, and the ammunition is quite sufficient.

On the opposite side of the valley, two other bonfires are burning. In the flickering light of the fire, Brigadier General Recker's impassioned voice was heard.

"We must return to our troops and fight the enemy as human warriors. In the name of the emperor, this is our duty. ”

"We must fight! Must fight! This is the Imperial Wehrmacht! ”

"The Emperor will not abandon us, he will not abandon his servants. He will bless us all the way forward and defeat the enemy. ”

There can be no alliance between the creatures of darkness and the demon legions. However, they went on the offensive almost at the same time. The Imperial forces in the Space Domain of Scatterson 11 were almost all scattered, and Su Hao knew nothing about the outside world. In the process of leading his men to another landing site, Su Hao encountered Brigadier General Rykel and his group of routed soldiers, of course, these people were completely different from Su Hao and belonged to the Imperial Wehrmacht.

Brigadier General Ryker rejected Su Hao's suggestion and refused to take his men to the landing site. That's the biggest disagreement between the two at the moment.

In a few hours, it will be dawn.

At that time, Su Hao had two choices, either to follow Brigadier General Ryker towards Base No. 3, or to take his subordinates and part ways with Ryker.

The confrontation between two opinions and two lines of thought is no longer possible to reconcile. Su Hao and Rykel couldn't convince anyone. Regardless of who is right and who is wrong, the rank of two people will never make a decision about the other. After all, the main army is not the Wehrmacht, and the Wehrmacht has no right to dictate the main army. Rykel has the right to command his current group. And Su Hao himself is just a legion commander. Although Brigadier General Rykel is a servant who is truly loyal to the emperor, a survivor of a bloody battle, and has extremely firm convictions and steely nerves, Su Hao does not think that this guy is a competent officer.

Ryker is leading his soldiers to their deaths!

No matter how hard Su Hao tried to persuade him: the empire had completely lost in this space domain, and the Wehrmacht could only retreat to the easy-to-defend and difficult-to-attack landing site area to support it, while countless dark creatures and chaos legions had launched a large-scale attack on Base Three. It was full of enemy troops who could easily crush their small group, but Brigadier General Reykor's incomparably strong conviction and steely nerves did not waver in the slightest.

The burly communication soldier quickly ran to Su Hao, saluted, and whispered with surprise on his face: "Commander, we have received a signal from the Imperial Overworld, and the contact has been restored. ”

Su Hao took the intercom and saw Dai Xiaolou's face on the micro screen that kept smiling at all times.

"You look pretty good. How's it going, and what's it like to be in Space Scarterson 11? If I'm not mistaken, you must be cursing the staff officers who made the battle plans right now? ”

Su Hao looked at him expressionlessly and asked seriously, "What's going on with those notes?" ”

Dai Xiaolou still smiled and asked, "What, have you finished reading it?" How does it feel? ”

Su Hao's face didn't show the slightest change in emotion, like a cold and hard rock: "I had a dream, and then, I had a lot of dreams." ”

Dai Xiaolou's expression seemed to be full of interest: "What have you dreamed of?" ”

"Lots of ......"

Su Hao raised his head, slowly glanced at the dim sky in the distance, and said lightly, "I've always had a problem. Who are you? ”

This question sounded very inexplicable, but Dai Xiaolou did not show any surprise or surprise. He was still smiling, but there was a little more emotion in his eyes.

"You've finally thought to ask this."

"The same question, I've asked you before. At that time, though, the purpose of the problem was completely different from what it is now. ”

"Of course it can't be the same. You were at that time, not who you are now. ”

"Tell me, then, who are you?"

When he said this, Su Hao's mind had a lot of pictures of what he had experienced since he came to the third stage world: a large amount of materials in Konoha Town, support from the "Iron Warriors" legion, and everything in the 101 training camp...... All of this, everything, can be found behind Dai Xiaolou's shadow.

Who am I?

Hahahaha......

Emperor bless!

Hudson stepped over the rapid-fire gun-ridden gene stealers, ran through the dark passages, and disappeared around the corner, his boots clanging against the metal walkway.

This is the Rebala 97 space field, the underground laboratory passage of the Holy See, more than 500 meters from the surface in a straight line.

The gunshots and screams behind him had gradually subsided in the darkness. This is not a good thing, the absence of movement means that there is no target behind him to hunt the aliens. He was the last rabbit, and if the political commander of Tartus saw him like a bear fleeing in fear, he would definitely shoot himself on the spot. Political commanders would not tolerate desertion, but the question now is ......

"That dog mongrel of Tartus, I don't know which monster's belly is waiting to be digested!" ”

Hudson subconsciously looked at the 360-degree sonar detector he was holding in his left hand. The word "monster" reminds me.

Safe, yes, at least within a radius of fifty meters of flat space.

Speaking of safety, it is still the "flashlight" on the body, that is, the laser rifle, which can bring you the most safety.

Hudson turned off the searchlight on his helmet. In the dark, the slightest light source will attract the hunter's claws. The paratroopers who disembarked from the heavy airship had activated the night vision devices in their helmets, and the green light illuminated the road in front of them, as well as the energy index on the goggles, which had plummeted due to the opening of the night vision devices.

The battery is only enough to support you for three minutes, and if you can't get out after three minutes, the darkness will envelop you forever.

Hudson kept running, and of course, he had to keep an eye on every corner to avoid colliding with some alien creature from the dark world, which was not a desirable thing.

What's the hell going on in the back? Hudson's curiosity kept driving him to look back.

No, you cannot. Hudson's self-control constantly warns him and suppresses his curiosity.

"Soldier, go forward! Don't look back! Don't look back! Captain Heath's words rang in his ears again. That's what the captain said to himself when he was dying. Hudson saw him being dragged into a ventilation pipe by a dark alien who was more than three meters tall.

"For the emperor! Ah......" Those were the last words of the Captain's life.

Damn the Holy See, those monks are all crazy, they would choose to study the dark berserk alien in such a deep cavern. And those idiot intelligence officers, didn't they say that it was a small mission that was easy to get home? As a result, ******! A platoon of people is dead, and only he is still hiding here.

Damn it!

Hudson cursed, and came out of the next corner.

The scene at 200 meters underground has not changed much from when the airship paratroopers first arrived. The base guards had previously used all the weapons they could to stop the Dark Xenomorph and put up a desperate resistance here. But now, there was nothing but their torn corpses.

The only difference is that it was still brightly lit when I came down 1 hour ago. It's pitch black now.

Directly across the passage is the entrance to the elevator platform on the ground floor, but it appears that the door has been locked.

That's impossible!

Hudson began to complain again.

But soon, he regained his composure: "Lao Tzu is a special forces, compared to those cannon fodder who went to the battlefield to die, if he didn't even have a solution to the door, would he still be qualified to join the airship paratroopers?" ”

"Electronic lock pick, oh yes!" Hudson quickly removed the "brick" from his waist. The method is as simple as that: clamp the two "pliers"-like plugs of the lock picker to the circuit of the electronic lock, and then press the button, which is the red switch on the lock pick, and the plug wire starts to power on, and then you see small sparks and hear a crackling sound. Succeed!

Generally speaking, after such a short circuit, most doors will open automatically, and occasionally some diehards will refuse to open their lips. It's often distressing, but it's not hard for a battle-hardened airship paratrooper to pull the lip of a die-hard with his hand. Provided, of course, that the door is not "isolated".

Just do it, although the operation of the lock picker is very simple, but there must be a debugging process for everything. Now Hudson needed to find the wire for the lock.

The faint sound that came from time to time around made people's backs break out in a cold sweat. There was no wind in the underground caverns, and the hunters had probably determined the location of their last rabbit, and were now approaching, while mocking the rabbit's timidity in their own ugly and deformed language.

"Emperor bless!" Hudson repeats it silently, turning on the safety of the rapid-fire gun and placing his index finger on the trigger. "Emperor bless!" Hudson repeated, pressing the button of the lock pick. The next thing is to wait for some mongrel who doesn't know whether to live or die to hit the muzzle of the gun. The rapid-fire gun is about the same power as the regular Ray Gun used by the Imperial Defenders, but the rate of fire is several times faster...... It's just right to deal with the dark aliens who are fast and eager to kill themselves.

The next thing is just to see sparks and hear crackling.

Finally, the door opened!

Hudson rushed into the lobby of the elevator on the ground floor, and at the same time, the night vision device's batteries ran out. Darkness reigned over him again.

"! It looks like the lights are gone all over the underground cavern. He muttered to himself in the dark.

"Click", it was the sound of ignition, and then a white light appeared in the boundless darkness.

"Johnny's good-for-nothing guy has finally come in handy this time." Hudson lifted the last flare he had picked up from Johnny.

May the will of the emperor be the torch of your heart, and may it break the darkness before you.

The elevator is right in front of you, but it looks like the elevator car is on the ground.

"Damn it!"

Hudson cursed and pressed the elevator lift switch. Fortunately, the elevator does not need to be unlocked, otherwise it will be ugly.

Backbite! Hudson reflexively looked down at the Subject's sonar detector, then turned alarmingly and went into firing. Sonar detectors show at least twenty red dots approaching him. However, the sonar can only detect the direction of the target, and cannot determine which specific coordinates the target is in. Dark xenomorphs are known to play tricks when hunting, one attracts prey head-on, and the other will outflank and give the prey an unexpected hug.

The elevator was fifty meters away from him.

Will they come down from my head, or will they pull me down from under my feet?

Hudson understood that only the elevator could save him now.

"Bell!" The sound of the elevator in place came. The door behind Hudson opened. There were no enemies, and Hudson made sure it was safe to do so. While thanking the emperor for his holy spirit, he cursed the higher authorities who had caused him all this trouble. Of course, he will not forget to close the door and leave in time.

"Cute fireflies!" The moment the elevator door closed, Hudson threw the flares that were about to burn out.

"I hope those mongrels also have times when they are smart and are mistaken by being smart." Hudson didn't want the alien to come to the elevator trouble.

Then, exhausted by fear, the airship paratroopers took off their helmets, wiped the beads of sweat from their foreheads, and sat down in the elevator.

Just an hour and a half ago, down the elevator was a high-spirited Wehrmacht battle platoon.

An hour and a half later, the elevator went up to a half-dead man.

This terrible, damn mission.

Hudson pulled out the "Emperor's Quotations" from his military jacket, and it was then that he realized that he was already soaked in sweat.

"Life is the currency of the emperor, make good use of him!" Hudson read it, and from the beginning of this sentence, it was a must for them every time they took office.

"It's better to die for the emperor than to live for yourself!"

Reading and reading, Hudson tossed the quotation aside, and the elevator reached the top. Hudson staggered out of the elevator. It doesn't matter what you forgot in the elevator. He walked to the exit on his own to embrace the light given by the emperor, and he didn't have the leisure to think about whether he would be shot for losing the "treasure book".

"Emperor bless!" Hudson said with a relieved smile on his face.

At that moment, he heard a familiar shout from the end of the hallway.

"Oh! Emperor bless, those dark opposites, they are killed from the elevator! Shoot it all! Shoot! ”

Dense gunfire rang out.

Dai Xiaolou didn't understand why he was in the body of a guy named Hudson?

However, this condition has been with him since he woke up. Until now.

Hudson died, beaten alive by his companions guarding the elevator.

To be precise, it should be Hudson's soul that died.

When he opened his eyes on the bed in the field hospital, the owner of this body had already become Dai Xiaolou.