"Rentaro, is it okay like this?"

Yanzhu, who was squatting on the ground with an iron hammer in one hand, looked back with a happy face. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Please, the foundation should be nailed a little deeper, this will not work. ”

"Got it!"

Yanzhu responded loudly, swinging the dangerous-looking hammer and hammering the wedges into the four corners of the structure.

Rentaro waited anxiously for Yeonzhu as he threaded two skeletons through the bracket holes in the tent itself.

Glancing at Yeonzhu, who sensed that everything was ready, the two of them let out a shout together to prop up the tent.

"Smack!", and the small two people used their tents to erect on the ground with a thin layer of turf underneath.

"Oh oh, stand up, stand up, that's amazing, Rentaro!" Yeonjo shook her ponytail and jumped.

Rentaro looked at the sun, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and moved his gaze to the tent, the expression on his face a little bitter and emotional.

In the past, I would not dislike it for being simple, but now there is a feeling of reluctance to live in it.

Sure enough, it is easy to go from thrift to luxury, and it is difficult to go from luxury to thrift.

The tent that was erected just now is by no means a high-end product, and there are many stains and signs of repair on it (and in 2031, heavy canvas products are still used).

"Well, since you're here to win over people, you can't be too maverick. ”

He turned his head to look around, and the area of about eight meters was the detachment tent, and the tent of the front headquarters in the distance was the latest GORE-TEX product.

That's the official equipment provided by the Self-Defense Forces.

In comparison, most of the police officers are similar to Rentaro's tents, most of them are old things stored in the warehouse, but fortunately they are not moldy, and they can barely come in handy.

Rentaro lifted his face, and a huge stone monument full of oppression came into view.

This is the 40th ward of the Tokyo area, which is the last intact ward.

Located 10 kilometers behind the side of the 32nd megalith, it is also the base of the front headquarters of the People's Police Corps where Rentaro belongs.

Rentaro sighed.

The reason for not receiving the tents of the detachment with official supplies is very simple, in a word, they are not yet members of this civilian police corps.

When I went to the police registration station just now, the open tent they used was similar to the reception area for sports meetings and funerals.

In a fit of rage, Rentaro went to the legion to which he belonged in order to fight the protozoa, but received an indifferent answer of "no".

To put it bluntly, the smallest unit of the civilian police corps to conduct operations is the detachment - that is, it operates as a unit of auxiliary forces, and it seems that those who cannot form an auxiliary force are not allowed to participate.

The minimum necessary number of auxiliary units is three groups of six people. There is no upper limit, and if you have the ability, you can form a team of 100 people.

In other words, at least two more groups of men and horses had to be gathered, otherwise they would not be recognized as auxiliary forces and would be completely excluded from the battle plan.

Tina was the murderer of the sniper incident of the Son of Heaven, and was severely punished by the Japanese government for not being able to participate in the battle, and as for Kiga, who suffered from kidney disease, he could not be regarded as a combat force.

It was a shame to accept the direct commission of the Son of Heaven, but in the end, he couldn't even get together his companions.

As for the centaurs of the hunting festival, Rentaro did not take them into account.

First, compared to the in-service police, the amateur policemen are weaker after all, although Yu Feibai has been teaching the little Loli the most basic martial arts cultivation methods, but they have not yet been proficient;

Of course, the strength of Ping and Liu Zhai is enough, but he has to sit in the hunting festival base camp of the return flame of the 32nd district, and he can't come to help.

Rentaro couldn't help but feel agitated and shook his body impatiently.

Two more groups of men must be found quickly so that they can be qualified to enter the auxiliary force, and Rentaro is now very ambitious, and he is not satisfied with just being cannon fodder.

has been the commander of the second battalion for so long, and he has already been quite lawful.

Rentaro looked at Yanzhu again: "Yanzhu, put your luggage in the tent, and let's go to the center of the camp together." ”

"Do you want to recruit companions?" Yeonjoo looked very happy as she shook her ponytails.

Looking at Yeon-joo's sparkling eyes, Rentaro's expression was a little serious.

"It's not as much fun as you think. ”

"Then people will make it fun!" reassured Yanzhu, patting her flat breasts like a washboard.

Really, she easily refuted it in one sentence.

For Yeonzhu, who was running in front and waving back from time to time and shouting 'Rentaro, hurry up!', Rentaro could only shake his head helplessly and continue to march towards the front headquarters.

Rentaro's position is located in the 40th district, which is right next to the 39th district, Yeonzhu's hometown, but before the headquarters is set up here, the outer area is in ruins without exception.

As a result, the surrounding scenery is now completely different.

When you approach the headquarters, the first thing you notice is the smell of fermented alcohol.

Beneath the erected open tent, there is a group of rude promoters who have been drinking and making noise since broad daylight.

Then came the stench of gunsmoke, and the piercing roar of savage was accompanied by the sound of gunfire from time to time.

Rentaro couldn't help but look back, it turned out that the merchant who traded anchor weapons was asking the police to test the fire, and selling the lethality and suppressive power of the gun.

Seeing those weapons that were obviously not high-end, Rentaro scoffed. Open for export, the weapons in the hunting festival are hundreds of times better than the things used by these guys.

There are also a variety of restaurants, street performers, and loan sharks, all of which are located in rows of humble shops between street stalls and vendors.

When we arrived at the main street in the middle of the camp, it was so densely populated that it was difficult to stagger by, and it was dizzying.

Is this really a scene that can be created by just 3,000 pairs of police officers? If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Rentaro would have believed it.

Even if you include those speculative businessmen, there will be no more than 7,000 people.

In order to prevent Yanzhu from getting separated, Rentaro took her hand and retreated to the side of the alley, where they sat down on a stake between the gun shop and the fortune teller, and Rentaro immediately released his tie and looked up at the sky.

The sun hung high in the sky, and the cries of the cicadas did not stop. Rintaro in an all-black uniform feels like he's about to be steamed.

"Damn. Where are so many people? I knew I would have worn less. ”

"People like the atmosphere of a temple fair. Yanzhu looked excited.

"What temple fair...... The fate of the Tokyo area is at stake. ”

At this moment, a woman's snickering was heard nearby. It turned out to be a fortune teller wearing a hot looking robe and a variety of gold and silver ornaments on his hands.

She sets up a crystal ball under a modest tent, and the fortune teller wears a white turban over his head and covers his mouth with a cloth.

"Oops, rudeness. Your starter is very lively. ”

The fortune teller makes a clear, high-pitched voice. It feels very young.

Rentaro looked at the crowd on the road and felt a little embarrassed, but finally raised his head and told the fortune teller the question in his heart.

"Hey, why are you so calm? Don't you want to run away?"

A lot happened yesterday overnight.

The official spokesman of the Shengtianzi also officially issued a press release on the imminent collapse of the No. 32 megalith.

The reaction was roughly the same as expected, not too far behind, and the Tokyo district was in a panic.

Even if government officials tried to clarify and claim that they would build a new megalithic monument before Megalithic Monument 32 fell, it still had little effect.

Tickets to the Osaka and Sendai areas, which sold out within minutes of government press conferences, are now only available through online auctions or on the black market, and the price of a single ticket has risen to the point of depleting families.

Although the Son of Heaven also encouraged evacuation in other areas, the number of planes was overwhelmingly insufficient.

The entire Tokyo area is enveloped in excessive tension. If a mob emerges beyond the reach of the civilian police and local self-government patrols, it can develop into anarchy.

The criticism, of course, was also focused on the Son of Heaven. At first, some people criticized her for being afraid, incompetent, or stiff in her reactions, and then even said that she was **, etc., and the personal attacks on women's identity have always continued.

Issuing a message at the time of Aldebaran's appearance was also subject to such criticism. In the opinion of Rentaro, who had the opportunity to become a rookie politician of the Tendo clan before, the judgment of the Holy Son of Heaven was correct.

Moreover, after the spokesman announced the worst news of the collapse of the megalith, the best news was released at the same time for the sake of balance.

A replacement megalith is being made, and an attempt will be made to assemble the megaliths on site.

The Son of Heaven explained that the time when the preparation for the replacement megalith was completed was before the collapse of the No. 32 megalith, and detailed information was attached to prove this.

Of course, the premise is to be able to stop the army of protozoa that is now gathering more and more outside the barrier of the No. 32 megalith, which is really the most difficult task.

Fortunately, the effect of this declaration has been very good, and it has somewhat absorbed the impact on the Tokyo area.

But, in any case, there are very few elements to be optimistic about the situation - the number of enemies has exceeded 10,000, and the number continues to grow.

Even so, the day after the Son of Heaven made his announcement, the gunsmiths, taverns, and even the fortune tellers in front of him, did not flee but came to the outer periphery to do business, which is really incomprehensible.

Yanzhu raised her hand and approached the fortune teller: "Sister fortune teller, people also have things to do!"

"What does little sister want to count?"

Yanzhu crossed her hands on her hips and raised her head to hold her chest, and exhaled through her nose: "It's about other people's breasts." I want to be bigger than wood. Preferably about 120 centimeters. ”

"One Hundred ...... Twenty ......?"

The fortune teller was speechless because of this godless speech, looked at Yeonzhu's breasts like a washboard, and then looked at Rentaro with a very troubled expression.

Rentaro shook his head repeatedly. Uh, it's useless for you to look at me.

"This ...... Have a dream that is the most beautiful, and hope to accompany you?"

Fortune tellers perfunctory with ambiguous statements. Then she quickly said "That's right!" and got up, saying "I had something to do on the spur of the moment," and quickly closed the stall and ran away.

Yanzhu's eyes sparkled and looked here: "Did Rentaro hear me? One hundred and twenty centimeters! When it grows to one hundred and twenty centimeters, you can rub it every day!"

"Hmm...... Well, it's better not to expect too much. By the way, compared to that incident, the auxiliary forces ...... Ah yes, auxiliary forces are more important. ”

Rentaro, who forcibly changed the direction of the topic, knocked on the stake under his buttocks, and Yeonjoo also jumped up lightly and looked at the street in front of him with a more serious expression than usual.

Rentaro slapped his cheeks with both hands to cheer up his spirits, and scored the police promoters and starters who came and went.

The clash of swords and shields mingled with the metallic sound of the armor, and walking through the rolling dust was uncomfortable in the throat.

Having said that, the police really have everyone.

From military and military police officers wearing field uniforms and tactical vests with MOLLE (Modular Lightweight Load-Bearing Equipment System) to people wearing Western armor or plate armor, helmets, handguards, and Japanese armor.

Weapons are also varied, with FN light machine guns, IMI assault rifles, Magnum revolvers, axe guns, hammers, Persian sabers, and even the broadsword that Scottish is proud of.

It's like breaking into the players' lounge in an ancient Roman arena.

"I always feel like the atmosphere here is like the rest room of the world's No. 1 martial arts club. ”

Yanzhu, who was sitting next to him and shaking her feet back and forth, seemed to have similar feelings to Rentaro.

Speaking of what they have in common, that is, the weapon materials are all made of hammers, and the blade and striking surface are black.

In other words, there are several kinds of gastrulation, and there are several tactics of the police.

This is also one of the reasons why Rentaro wants to win over the police.

Compared to the hunting festival, which is almost a unified way of teaching skills, the real police have no point in diversifying.

There was a sudden scream in the distance, and passers-by stopped moving. A commotion ensued in the streets.

"Someone has been killed!" a cry came from afar.

Rentaro's body moved, and he had already rushed over with a speed as fast as a ghost, and plunged into the crowd.

In the next second, Rentaro's pupils shrank.