"No ...... yet" the telegraph man shook his head, his face full of exhaustion and helplessness.

At this time, when the fierce battle at the Baishuicheng airport was in full swing, both the front line and the base were very tight, and the only three telegraph operators not only had to keep the communication with the attacking troops open 24 hours a day, but also had to wait for Captain Jiang's call day and night, and they could not sleep for a few hours a day, and they were almost exhausted.

"How's the progress at the front?" Moroz also saw that the telegraph operator was not in a good state, and did not press any further, but instead asked about the battle situation in Whitewater.

"Three hours ago, Captain Feng had already occupied Yixi Laimuqi Township and was advancing west along the road, but the sneak attacks along the way were very frequent, and the progress was a little slow."

"The rebels in the village of Gangake on the southern front seem to have suddenly taken hormones, and the resistance is very crazy, and our people have to fight from house to house, and the losses are somewhat large. Captain, did you say that the reaction this time was a bit abnormal, their families were transferred last week, why do they have to resist desperately? ”

The telegraph operator briefly debriefed the situation and then raised concerns. Hasn't it been a day or two since the adjudicators and the rebels fought, and even when they captured Qiuzi City, they had never encountered such a level of resistance, so what about a whitewater city?

“…… They must have targets to protect and remain in Whitewater, whatever it is tomorrow before the sun sets! Pass my order and send two more squads to the northern front for reinforcements. Tell Captain Feng to make sure that he occupies the airfield by noon tomorrow and cuts off the enemy's way north into the mountains. ”

This question was also something that Moroz had never figured out, but he didn't choose to speculate, but was ready to see for himself. Since the resistance on the southern front is so fierce, then increase troops on the northern front and find a weaker direction to focus on breakthroughs.

"But, but there are only four squads in the base, and the warehouse and temporary hospital still need ...... manpower" The telegraph operator was a little panicked about the commander's desperate choice.

"The storeroom is almost empty, and the wounded in the hospital don't need so many guards...... Why, do you think the rebels still have the ability to sneak up on us? Moroz saw what the telegraph operator was thinking, smiled, and asked a very realistic question.

If the rebels were still able to divide their forces under the onslaught of hundreds of adjudicators, then there would be no need to fight this battle, and it would be the right choice to retreat quickly. And to betray the rebel officer who was captured and put back as a spy to the rebel high-ups, who dared to provide false information!

"I see...... "The telegraph operator was not a fool either, and quickly figured out the logical relationship, put on a headset and started calling.

"I'm sorry Captain, there seems to be something wrong with the antenna, I'll go to the roof to see ......" but his voice was about to shout, and there was no sound in the earphones, and the telegraph operator judged based on his previous experience, and the first thing he thought of was the antenna set up on the roof.

"Antenna ......" Moroz sat in the telegrapher's chair and lit a cigarette, and as soon as he exhaled a puff of smoke, he heard a slight noise in the hallway. I just wanted to ask if the antenna was repaired, but my body suddenly froze, my left hand holding the cigarette trembled a little, and my right hand slowly slid down the table and touched my waist.

"If you don't put both hands up at once, I'll throw a grenade into the house...... Two of them! At this moment, a gloomy man's voice floated in through the crack in the door, his voice was not loud and his speech was clear, still bilingual in Chinese and English, and he repeated it deliberately.

“…… Are you Yoro? Moroz gritted his teeth for two seconds, but raised his right hand and said a name in his mouth, a name that he was very, very reluctant to mention.

"You're smart, I like to deal with smart people, I hope you can stay smart and don't do stupid things that cost you your life." The voice of the answer is still outside the door, but it has been changed to pure Chinese.

"Is there any chance I can live?" Moroz smiled bitterly and raised his left hand as well, his arms stretched out very straight, and he made a fire to the sky.

"Of course, the possibilities are great! I'm not a fanatic, and I don't have an addiction to hanging people from telephone poles and burning them to death. I'm not a nationalist either, and I show kindness to anyone but zombies, unless that person wants to harm me......" The door finally opened silently, and no footsteps were heard, and the sound was still eerie.

“…… I am willing to cooperate...... To be precise, I don't want to die, I don't want to die at the hands of people after escaping the zombies. Moroz didn't dare to look back, and for some reason, he was willing to believe this man's promise from the bottom of his heart.

"Take out the gun with your left hand and gently place it on the ground, then lie face down on the table, keeping your hands raised."

"......" Moroz didn't dare to hesitate at all, and did as he was ordered. When I lowered my head and put the gun, I finally saw the lower half of a person's body, and then my heart was completely cold.

The man stood in the doorway, not advancing or retreating, at least four meters away from him. At this distance, no matter what you have learned or mastered, you can't fight back, but bullets can penetrate your body relatively quickly.

As for how to keep his arms high while lying face down on the table, Moroz felt that he had suddenly opened his mind, and he actually completed this difficult move in just one attempt, and he was able to raise his arms after cutting back.

"Tell you two things, one good and one bad. Let's start with it, most of your men are still alive and fighting; The bad thing is that there are no living people in this building except for you, do you feel anything? ”

The man's figure still stood in the doorway, but the voice was slightly louder and less eerie. It's just that the content is more desperate, if it's true, then at least a quarter of the members of this base have been killed, in the next room, downstairs, and they don't know anything.

"I just want to live, even if I am an outcast, I can become a ......" Moroz believed, it was already powerful to be able to sneak into the heavily guarded base quietly, and kill more than a dozen people in a building without anyone noticing, what else could he do but beg for mercy.

"Now here's your chance, grab the microphone and get the troops attacking Whitewater City to stop attacking...... Find your own reason, whether you can live depends on whether you can make up nonsense! ”

The man standing at the door, of course, was Hong Tao, who first walked east, two kilometers from the highway and the national highway, and then walked one kilometer west along the edge of the lake, endured the bite of a large swarm of flies, and plunged into the saltwater lake.

The 1,500-metre swim is mostly snorkeling. It's not that he's good at this swimming style, but he doesn't dare to show his head. The big flies here are indeed the same as Maitijiang said, too ferocious.

As soon as you put your head out of the water, you will immediately be frantically bitten, yes, it is a bite and not a bite, these flies do not bother to suck some blood at all, but use their mouthparts to tear the flesh and even the hair!

With a wound on his head and face, Hong Tao arrived at the west bank in embarrassment, and then became angry. Such a cheeky person was actually broken through twice in one day, leeches are quite reasonable, people are professional, but it is too much and too bullying for flies to bite through!

The puff was angry and blood splattered five steps, Hong Tao was not a puffer, so he killed from the first floor to the third floor, and even the two telegraphers next door who were resting in shifts were stabbed to death in their sleeping bags.

"I'm Moroz, the base supplies have arrived, immediately stop the attack and retreat to a safe position to wait, the convoy will arrive at noon tomorrow, and at the same time bring back the wounded, reply immediately when you hear the order!" Moroz made up his nonsense very quickly, and when he finished speaking, he raised his hands behind his back again.

"Do you have any plans for supplies these days?" Hong Tao was a little surprised, not only was he cheeky and insulted by the insects in southern Xinjiang, but even his ability to tell nonsense seemed to be compared. The Adjudicator Commander had just spoken so smoothly that he couldn't hear any mood swings when he closed his eyes.

"Yes, our winter supplies have been delayed due to heavy snow closures, and the Qiuzi City warehouse is raising camels to transport, and it is estimated that it will be delayed for about half a month." In fact, Moroz didn't make up nonsense, but just told the truth a few days in advance.

"The 2nd Squadron immediately assembled and returned to the place of departure...... The 3rd Squadron is expected to withdraw tomorrow morning ......"

At this time, a reply came from the microphone from the front-line commanders, who were not badly disciplined and did not ask why they were carried out immediately. Of course, it can also be said that they are not very interested in combat, and they want to rest quickly.