Yu Lianhua grabbed the fence of the hospital bed with her left hand, and used all her strength to make her body slightly to the right, and her eyes fell on the sliding glass door of the mobile ward not far from the head of the bed. The glass block reflects the face of a white girl with a clump head, thin but delicate, familiar and unfamiliar.

Yu Lianhua raised her thin left hand and brushed her hair, the touch of the short hair on her hand and the synchronized movements of the white girl on the reflective glass on the opposite side made her realize that the girl with light brown hair and amber pupils in the mirror was herself.

Yu Lianhua, well, maybe we should call her by another name that everyone is more familiar with, Mia. I saw that her eyebrows were tightly locked, and her chest was rising and falling violently, as if she wanted to calm her excitement by inhaling a large amount of oxygen.

When Mia remembered her own identity, or Yu Lianhua's mind suddenly flooded with a large number of memories about Mia, the pain caused by her confusion was far more than when she felt that the right side of her body was completely paralyzed.

Whenever various first-person images of the killings flashed through her mind, the former company clerk's emotions slipped towards a breakdown, and Tian Buzi had to use a sedative to pull her back from the brink of collapse.

"You woke up, how are you feeling?" The door was opened, and a man said in English.

"What else can I do, it's the same as before, as soon as I wake up, there are two fighting in my head." The girl on the hospital bed said in an uninhibited tone.

"After my efforts, the damn neurosurgeon finally agreed to let you go outside and bask in the sun, well, even though it's only for half an hour, it's better than staying in bed all the time." John said as he dragged a wheelchair from behind him.

"Thanks, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said foul language." Caught off guard, the girl on the hospital bed changed her tone timidly and said in Chinese.

"Come on, it just rained yesterday, and the air outside is fresh." John also cut himself to the Chinese channel, and he knew that his comrade-in-arms on the hospital bed had become Yu Lianhua again.

It didn't take much effort for John to carry the girl from the hospital bed to the wheelchair, a body that had been lying in the hospital bed for months and weighed much, much lighter than the comrade he had brought back from the front many times in the dome light curtain apocalyptic New York scene.

The sickly girl in the wheelchair wasn't even exactly the comrade who had pulled him back from life and death many times, at least not at this moment, her frightened look around made John realize that it was Yu Lianhua who was occupying this body at the moment, and not Mia, who could spit smoke rings and laugh at life and death.

The South African morning sun was warm but not dazzling, and John slowly pushed his wheelchair on the hardened road of the base, while Yu Lianhua, who was sitting in the wheelchair, looked curiously at C-17 and A-10 in the distance.

Seeing the wheelchair pushing, from time to time a rough embryo stopped and saluted her. This left the former company clerk in a wheelchair a little overwhelmed, and the left hand that was still able to move looked like a robotic arm with nowhere to put it.

John saw that Yu Lianhua was at a loss, and waved his hand to suggest that the rough embryos should climb away quickly, and he brought her out to relieve her pressure, not to let the rough embryos block her.

"Hey, John, give me a cigarette." When the wheelchair came to the edge of the base, away from the runway, the girl in the wheelchair said to John in English.

"Smoke? But the doctor said, ......," John said, a little embarrassed.

"To hell with him, give me a damn 'good color' cigarette!" The girl turned her head to look at John, her amber eyes shining with a mischievous light.

“Oh，Shit！ Mia, let that killer doctor see me light a cigarette for you, and he'll kill me! John said.

"Oh, Killer Doctor? Are you talking about me? Tian Buzi said and walked over lightly.

"We've been here for a few months now, and I guess it's hard to find 'good color' cigarettes at the base, so I hope you get used to the taste of Havana cigars." Tian Buzi said as he shoved the half of the cigar he had in his mouth into Mia's mouth.

"Phew, I love the smell of tobacco, okay, now you can shoot me in the head." Mia said as she forced her eyes to spit out smoke rings.

"Hey, your joke is cold, you know? I've flown tens of thousands of miles here to get a bloody hole in your head. John said.

"Phew, I just want to give the in my head who always loves to cry and cry! Damn, I hate to stay with that Bichi who can sigh for a long time when he pinched an ant to death! Mia became emotional as she spoke.

"Hey, calm down, baby! You have to try to live in peace with her. Tian Buzi comforted.

"And then, are we both crammed into this shell and slowly rotting?" Mia said that the original body was paralyzed enough to hit people, and the most crazy thing was that even such a broken body did not belong to her.

"Hey, listen to me, we'll have a way, we'll have a way." John comforted.

"How? What do you want to do? Are you going to stuff me in the replacement chamber again? Don't! I don't want to be your instrument of killing! I don't want it! The girl in the wheelchair suddenly shouted loudly in Chinese.

“Shit！ Again, doctor, what are we going to do? Seeing that Yu Lianhua had occupied control of her body again, John said helplessly.

When John said that there would be a way, the scene in the dome light curtain where he was stuffed into a replacement chamber and replaced with a cloned body every time he was near death flashed before Yu Lianhua's eyes again.

After replacing the new body, Mia will have complete control over the body, and can no longer remember the past as Yu Lianhua, the former company clerk can make Mia different from those repeater-style clones in the dome light curtain, she identifies as a Huaxia person, she has feelings and character, but she has become another person who has nothing to do with Yu Lianhua.

"Calm down, Miss Yu, this is South Africa at the end of the 19th century, and there is no replacement cabin here." Tian Buzi tried to soothe Yu Lianhua, who wanted to twist her body and jump out of the wheelchair.

"Doctor Tian, Lao Lu asked you to go to the headquarters for a meeting, the British have a new move." The short man Jiang Yuan came over and said to Tian Buzi.

Jiang Yuan, who had a paint-off AK-47 hanging from his chest, looked at the clone who was struggling in a wheelchair with an incredible expression, he had seen too many clones in the Syrian scene of the dome light curtain, there were cannon fodder who landed for less than a few hours, there were tiger troops who were good at street fighting, and various elites who belonged to Maozi, but it was the first time he had seen this kind of clone yelling not to become a tool of killing.

Trapped in the wilderness of South Africa, with John Bull's tens of thousands of troops in front and forward-looking Boers behind, this is enough to make people hurt, now is this to give us some more "peace-loving" clones, who can stand this?

"What's the matter, what are the British going to do?" Tian Buzi walked into the tent of the headquarters and saw Lu Xiangyang working on the map.

"Just received information that the British had deployed a cavalry unit in this position." Lu Xiangyang didn't raise his head and kept drawing on the map.

"Is it here? Oh no, the Boers just retreated last month, and now our right flank is about to be exposed! Tian Buzi looked at the map and said.

"Are you sure you can convince the Boers to redeploy in the area?" Lu Xiangyang asked Tian Buzi.

"Well, it's complicated on the Boer side, I can't say for sure." Tian Buzi's face was embarrassed.