Dimmly lit hostel.

The half-hidden curtains let in a ray of morning light.

Lao Bai, who opened his eyes, found that he was covered with a set of quilts, shook his groggy head, and woke up from his sleep.

"You slept so hard."

Hearing the voice next to him, Lao Bai turned his head and saw Chen Yutong sitting on the sofa not far away. She had a blanket over her knees, her calves curled up in the blanket, and she was still wearing the same dress she had been in yesterday. It's already October, and the temperature in the province of the valley has cooled, so it is customary to have a mild winter this year, but it will snow at the latest in early December.

Thinking that he actually let her sleep on the sofa for a night, Lao Bai was also a little embarrassed, and coughed lightly. "Sorry, I drank a little too much last night......

No way, not only the little girl named Lisa, but the entire highway town inn drinkers are waiting for his story.

In order to make the story like that, and to cover up the pangolin's real spy identity, he could only put the stories of the players such as paddling the edge on the head of the pangolin.

As a result, the rookie killer who killed people on the G537 position became a warrior who entered and exited seven times on the No. 330 heights.

If someone goes to the Lion Kingdom hundreds of kilometers away, I am afraid that they will hear the opposite rumors from the mouths of the locals, and they will not understand why the pangolin is on the side of the Alliance for a while, and the other time it is helping the Legion to fight the Alliance.

But it doesn't matter.

This also fits the guy's identity as a double agent.

In the wasteland, as long as anyone has a mouth, they can brag, and no one has the ability to verify which rumors are true.

Anyway, there will be idle people who will hurt in the future, and according to their own understanding, make up a logical and self-consistent version. However, what made Lao Bai wonder was why he was here.

The game is known to block out some of the sensations that can cause discomfort to the player. While this improves gameplay, it also makes it difficult for players to judge their condition through nervous system warnings.

The most direct result is that once you get drunk, it's basically a fragment, and it's the kind that can't be connected between life and death.

Often, when a player gets drunk, Old Hook or other players will tacitly help them move the character to the guest room to rest.

But this time I don't know how. Actually moved him to the NPC's room.

"It's okay, I'm not picky about where I sleep, I'm out on business all year round, and I often sit in the car for a night

The sofa is quite comfortable to sleep on...... Is the material a xenomorph fur?"

As he spoke, Chen Yutong pressed the soft armrest of the sofa.

Looking at her expression of being okay, Lao Bai suddenly remembered that she had drunk a lot last night, and couldn't help asking. "Maybe it's the skin of a youkai...... Speaking of which, don't you feel drunk?" Chen Yutong was slightly stunned.

"Me? I don't feel anything, the biomimetic liver has enough alcohol dehydrogenase to metabolize the alcohol, and it doesn't activate the CYP2E1 enzyme to produce reactive oxygen species, so I basically don't feel anything..."

Worst. My head started hurting again. I should have chosen the physical fitness department in the first place......

Looking at Lao Bai, who was holding down his eyebrows, Chen Yutong couldn't help but smile and said teasingly.

"It's hard to get me drunk." Lao Bai hurriedly coughed and explained. "I didn't think about it." "It's just a joke, don't take it personally," Chen Yutong curled the corners of his mouth and continued, "That's right...... It was a lot of fun, and I didn't get the drunkenness you said, but it had a different kind of wonderful feeling for me, thank you. ”

"You're welcome, I told you to have a drink."

It's embarrassing to always lie on someone else's bed, Lao Bai sat up from the bed with both hands, shook his head, picked up the VM on the bedside table, and put it on his muscular arm.

After a short reading bar, a pale blue fluorescence soon appears on the screen.

However, to Lao Bai's surprise, a new small red dot appeared on the icon of the boot taskbar this time.

[The new mission reported from the front line on the most recent flight.] Eyebrows lifted slightly, and his eyes flashed with excitement. Noticing the change in his expression, Chen Yutong asked curiously. "What's wrong?"

"The vacation ended early, and the administrator summoned me to the front," Lao Bai grinned and continued, "It seems that I am needed there again."

The target of the next operation is the royal palace in Falcon City.

The Goblin Regiment organized hundreds of W-2 attack planes to accompany them.

They were joined by the Stormband, who would break through directly to the Legion's rear of Oasis 2 on the Iron Heart.

It will be a strategic adventure.

If you play well, you will have the Battle of Crete, and if you have played it, you will have the Garden Market Action. It seems that the command is going to play a big wave this time.

With boiling war intent burning in his eyes, Lao Bai lifted the quilt and got out of bed, grabbed the coat hanging next to him and draped it over his body.

guessed something from the expression on his face, but Chen Yutong didn't say anything, let alone worry, just bent the corners of his mouth and said in a casual tone.

"Stay safe, I'll give you a drink next time you come back." Lao Bai, who stopped at the door, smiled and gestured. "Then I remember."

Vault 404. Medical laboratory on Level B3.

Luo Yu, who was sitting on the folding chair, was looking at Xiao Yu who was lying in a comatose state on the scanning bed with a worried face. "It'...... Are you alright?'

Standing next to the console, Hea was busy recording the experimental data when she took the time to reply casually. "It's so good, even stronger than before."

As the last check item ended, she knocked down the blue button on the screen.

Several flexible metal pipes were withdrawn from Xiao Yu's forehead and chest, as well as from the hem of the skirt, and shrank into the silver-white experimental equipment on the ceiling.

The next step is to compile the experimental data and analyze it to draw conclusions.

The research on Xiao Yu is the top priority of the Alliance's Institute of Biology, which is not only related to the Alliance's understanding of the mutant slime mold, but also related to whether she can successfully get to the biology laboratory on the B6 floor.

After the analysis is concluded, she also needs to compile the phased results into a report and launch it to the managers who are managing every day.

Sometimes she really admires that guy.

That guy's brain is like a CPU with a multi-core thread, which can handle things from many different fields such as economics, industry, military, scientific research, culture, diplomacy, and so on.

The secret of that guy fascinated her even more than the brood in Qingquan City, but it was a pity that whenever he talked about this topic, he always prevaricated with a sentence that he was not very clear.

Suddenly noticing the worried expressions on the faces of the shelter residents on the side, Heya thought of what Chu Guang had told her before, so she casually comforted him.

"Don't worry, today's study is just a routine check, your little feather will be fine."

Although he still had an uneasy expression on his face, after hearing the comfort of the "Chief Biologist of the Alliance", Luo Yu's tense nerves still relaxed a little.

Looking at the relaxed falling feathers, Hea paused for a moment and continued.

"But...... Its DNA is entering a stage of instability, and it is better to take it to dangerous places as little as possible lately. Especially on the front line, without the protection of the fruiting body, the lone parent is quite vulnerable.

Luo Yu nodded seriously.

But out of curiosity, he couldn't help but ask. "That precarious phase... What the hell is "can his little feather continue to evolve."

That's pretty awesome.

Looking at Luo Yu, who seemed to be optimistic, Hea shook her head.

"I don't know, the research data I have in my hands is not enough to explain this situation, I can only make a rough guess based on limited clues."

Luo Yu swallowed and waited for her to continue.

After a moment of sorting out her thoughts, Hea paused for a moment and continued.

"There is a cycle of maternal growth, which is longer or shorter, and when it reaches the cycle they become different

form of life, and this is what we call brood...... Like a butterfly that breaks out of its cocoon, it turns from a pupae to an adult. ”

Luo Yu immediately asked. "What's the opportunity," Hea shook her head. "I don't know, but I guess it's a choice of the path ahead." Select ......

"That's right," Hea nodded, "the threat of nature is no longer the main threat to it, and standing at the top of the food chain, it is no longer bound by the general conditions of nature, which means that it needs to choose its own path of future evolution." It's a power given to it by nature, and it's its mission.

"Genetic information collected from nature, memories, experiences, and knowledge stored in neural tissue... These can be used as evolutionary references, and before that, it has completed the accumulation of these elements. In short, it has to decide whether to turn into a cute mushroom or a deadly man-eating flower. ’

Looking blankly at Heya and Xiao Yu lying on the scanning bed beside her, Luo Yu nodded as if she didn't understand. He doesn't really understand the complex theories. He only cares about one thing

"Then when it's all over...... Does it remember me?" said Hea without thinking.

"Of course I remember, I said, that memory is a reference for its evolution to the next stage of life, and it is an important reference element... But even so, you have to be mentally prepared.

Luo Yu became nervous for a moment. "What psychological preparation"

"Becoming another life form, it may break its connection with you in the bloodline, maybe it will no longer be as close to you as it is now, and it may even treat you and other humans as prey. Even if the memory is part of the legacy, even if it remembers things about you......"

Hea described it in as plain language as possible.

After listening, Luo Yu fell silent, and the thoughts in his mind were like a mess of yarns, kneaded together.

He remembered what had happened before......

Including taking it to the suburbs for the first time to level up, including teaching it how to fight for the first time, including taking it to taste human food......

If those memories might be replaced by something else, he'd rather keep it as it is and not continue to evolve. In fact, he didn't particularly need the kind of helper who could fight side by side. He can fight on his own.

At this time, Xiao Yu on the scanning bed had slowly woken up

Come, the tentacles hanging on the scanning bed moved gently, and their mouths let out an unconscious "babbling" murmur. Perhaps sensing his presence.

Xiao Yu, who was in a daze, slowly sat up from the scanning bed.

The moment he saw the falling feathers, his abstract face instantly bloomed with joy and joy, and he immediately dragged his heavy body and slid off the scanning bed.

"Hmmm"

Perhaps it was a body that had just been exposed to anesthesia and had not yet fully adapted to waking up, and it fell when it got out of bed.

Looking at that pitiful expression, Luo Yu couldn't help but step forward and stretched out his hand to support Xiao Yu who seemed to be drunk.

"Be careful, you...... I'm not going to run again. "Hmmm!"

The tentacles wrapped around the arm that was close at hand, and Xiao Yu rubbed his chest with his head, and his aggrieved expression turned into satisfaction.

Looking at that cute appearance, Luo Yu only felt that the dark clouds and confusion in his heart were all swept away. Just like human birth and death, the cycle of life does not change because of likes or hates, and what should come will come one day.

No matter what the future holds, at least for now, the little guy is extremely dependent on him. Maybe......

I should believe in it a little bit more.

With a common memory, they can face the unknown future together.

"I know..."Touching Xiao Yu's slippery head, Luo Yu looked at Heya who was standing next to him, and said with a firm gaze, "Even if it turns into another form of life in the end, I won't regret it... I will take care of it until the end. ”

"I'm glad you think so."

With a smile on her face, Hea looked at the brave lad and patted him on the shoulder. "Come on.'

On the edge of Oasis 2, the town of Bicester surrounded by concrete drums.

Standing next to the bunker, Widelier held a telescope in his hand and nervously gazed nervously at the endless sand dunes in the distance.

The soldiers standing on the side looked equally nervous.

In just three days, at least more than 10,000 soldiers of the legion had passed here, but not a single unit was willing to stay and stand with them.

The new line of defense was on the edge of Oasis 2, and General Griffin seemed to be more inclined to rely on the "river embankment" of the Prosperous Era than the concrete fortifications.

However, this meant that the fortress outside the oasis was useless.

What disappointed Vedlier was not only that there was no one to help them, but also that no one told him what to do next.

They were completely abandoned...

Just then, a herald trotted over. "Report! Orders from the General Command-" Hearing that voice, Willel's eyes instantly welled up with joy.

It was like a straw floating in front of a drowning man, and even though he knew that there was little hope of retreating, he desperately reached out and grabbed the herald by the collar.

"Quick! Tell me! What did Master Griffin say?"

The herald shuddered and took a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Widelier.

Nocticing a hint of something wrong in the herald's face, Widelier quickly let go of his collar and snatched the paper from his hand.

【…… From now on, the defenders of Bicester Fortress will close all checkpoints to the east, and be sure to hold the fortress for more than 15 days and wait for reinforcements to arrive.

[Note: In the event of a crisis, it is necessary to burn the materials and fuel in the warehouse, and allow centurion and above officers to reduce the number of troops in the unit.]

Ninety percent and above surrendered. 】

After reading the last line of the telegram, Widelier's face seemed to be painted with a layer of white paint, and there was not a trace of blood in sight.

No one will withdraw from the front again. It has become the new front line. The Willantes abandoned them completely...

Willel's face turned from pale to despair, and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and at that moment, a strong sense of bad luck crept over him.

A herald rushed from the southeast, and before he could salute, the man hurriedly lost his voice. "Tanks! Tanks of the Union! They are advancing from the southeast towards our positions! Widelier asked subconsciously. "How many"

"I don't know...... Maybe it's fifty, maybe it's a hundred or more. The herald stammered. When the sergeants and soldiers standing next to them heard this, they all gasped and unconsciously held their breath. A hundred tanks!

The last troops withdrawn from here took almost all the Iron Fist bazookas, and their anti-tank weapons combined, I am afraid, did not have a hundred rounds of ammunition!

Widelier felt his heartbeat lose for a moment, and the six gods stood in place. The entire garrison of the fortress of Bicester consisted of only three hundred men.

Even if he counted the laborers who had not received military training, he could not make up a thousand-man team, and those anti-tank piles could not stop the steel torrent of the alliance at all.

Those people don't even have to rush in, stop outside and shell them with tanks for a few rounds, and they will be killed and wounded... The adjutant standing on the side looked nervously at Widelier. "Sir... What are we going to do. What to do...... What to do...... I want to ask what to do!"

Suddenly, like an oil drum with a cigarette butt thrown at it, Willelier suddenly exploded in the stunned sight of everyone. "These big-nosed brutes, cowards, unseeded things! At the critical moment, we will only retreat and let us go to the front

The more he spoke, the more angry he became, the more agitated he became, and his whole face turned red.

Until now, experienced officers have been transferred to the front, and it is said that even the servants have been put into the regular army with the rank of ten-commander and centurion.

A logistics captain like him, who was brought up to make up the numbers, didn't even touch the gun a few times, and what did he do to fight the people of the alliance

“… And that griffin! That liar full of lies, we have followed them for more than ten years of hard life, in exchange for this is the result?! What about the reinforcements in Triumph City? What about tens of thousands of conqueror tanks? That's what he calls invincibility."

Unable to hide the anger in his heart, he cursed the Willant, who would never be offended on a daily basis, as the crowd of servants watched in amazement.

From the Willant soldiers to the griffin, the man who could stop his name, he cursed all of them. If it weren't for the lack of spit, he would have liked everyone to take two mouthfuls.

Seeing a pair of eyes staring at him, Willlier took a deep breath and calmed down. After a long time, he calmly gave the first order. "Lower the banner of the Legion." The soldiers and sergeants looked at each other, but no one dared to move, not even their legs. Victorier was embarrassed to find that no one here listened to him.

Fortunately, at this moment, a dense muffled thunder was suddenly heard in the distance, followed by a swishing sound of breaking the air and exploding fires blooming on the defensive line in the southeast corner of Bicester Town.

Just as he expected.

Those concrete anti-tank piles and pillboxes were simply not enough to withstand the Coalition's torrent of steel, and the Coalition would not shoot the infantry at their pillboxes, but chose to blow them up first out of range.

I don't know what they were carrying on the tracks.

I saw a blue arc flash on the forked barrel, and the half-meter-thick concrete wall was blown to the ground, leaving only half-drawn steel bars hanging on the stones.

The soldiers crouching behind the concrete head wall were stabbed into a sieve directly by the broken concrete, not to mention the old-fashioned machine guns mounted on the bunkers.

Subconsciously bowing his head to avoid the flying sand, Willelier exploded like a hamster with its tail stepped on, and roared in surprise.

"So, what are you waiting for? The Welantes have abandoned us, do you want to be buried with those cowards, for the sake of the Spirit of the Sand Sea, lower the flag... Find something white and hang it up quickly

In the face of Widelier's roar, the sergeants and soldiers standing next to him finally moved, and hurriedly rushed to the top of the fortress, tearing down the Legion flag hanging on it.

However, at this moment, the soldiers who lowered the flag suddenly realized that there was nothing around that could act as a white flag. Suddenly someone mentioned that Lord Widlier's shirt seemed to be white, and they rushed back to Widlier's side, and stripped him naked despite his objections, and finally fulfilled the captain's order.

The Warlords of the Welantes had already withdrawn with the last of their troops, and no one had stopped them from betraying.

The reason why there was no action before was simply out of military glory and loyalty to the royal family. As for now.

Even nobles like Vedelier, who "regard glory as life", have surrendered, and they naturally have no reason to continue to hold on.

I only hope that the alliance will indeed treat the captives as rumoredly, and not embarrass them as they can't help themselves......

"Cut, why did you vote?"

The mole, with half of his body exposed on the turret of the tank and holding a telescope in his hand, saw the white flag rising in the distance and smacked his tongue in displeasure.

The day before yesterday, the people of the Death Corps still bragged on the forum, saying that it was two hours to take a city.

After asking the battlefield brother about the strategic deployment of Bicester Town, he had planned to take the brothers to show one

The hand came, and it turned out that just after a round of artillery fire, the white flag was raised on the opposite side.

It's too hard to beat

Not far away, a disheveled man with several soldiers walked out from behind the bombed-out post with his hands raised.

The waving gesture seemed to beg them not to shoot. Not interested in slaughtering the unarmed, the mole waved his hand.

Three armed trucks draped in steel plates drove over and stopped in front of the disheveled man. Irena was the first to jump out of the truck with a submachine gun, and was about to tease the man in front of her when he suddenly fell to his knees with a thud.

His forehead was pressed against the ground, ignoring the sand and ash on the ground, and choked with tears as everyone watched in amazement.

“…… The spirit of the sand sea is above, you can be regarded as coming."

was overwhelmed by his smooth movements, and Irena was stunned on the spot.

When the ridicule came to his lips, he swallowed back, and he looked at the elf king Fugui next to him with a strange expression. "Damn, what's going on?"

Brother Fugui also looked at him in confusion. The players who got off the bus with "I don't know ......" were all confused.

This man cried so miserably, as if he had been greatly wronged, and they were embarrassed to laugh at these guys. Widelier secretly glanced at the stunned soldiers, and when he saw that no shots had been fired, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and his face was still the same sad and angry expression, and he kowtowed his head with a handful of snot and tears.

"The younger one is the Baron of the Falcon Kingdom, whose name is Widlier, and his ancestors have been running farmsteads in the nearby oasis for generations

The peasants who are really responsible have been wrapped up in a life without fighting with the world... Until one day, the Willantes came here. "Those big noses have deceived us with their rhetoric, taken our Majesty and his court hostage, seized our shops and estates, forced us to work for them, and shed blood for their ambition to conquer the world... Praise the Great Administrator, praise the Great Alliance, thank goodness you're finally here. Irena's expression was indescribably weird, and she coughed dryly. "Anyway, you get up first.

Instead of getting up, Widelier pressed his head to the ground tighter, and his mouth babbled so much that even the translator couldn't tell what he was saying.

The elf king Fugui, who was standing next to him, sighed, walked up to him, kicked the guy in the knee, and pointed to the side of the road.

"We're not interested in getting you, and we don't object to you kneeling if you like to, but please go over there... Don't get in our way. ”

Hearing the previous words, Widelier finally broke into a smile, and with a flattering smile on his face, he crawled back to the side of the road.

"Thank you, sir, for your kindness! Let's get out! You...... Inside, please!" The fortress of Bicester fell.

The Skeleton Corps took it without blood, paying only a few dozen 155mm shells and a few 60-kilogram mass shells.

In fact, they fired a little faster. If it's a few minutes late, maybe even the shells will be saved.

The defenders stationed here walked out of the fortress one after another, leaned their rifles against the sides of the road, and then crouched outside the pillbox with their heads in their hands.

That grizzled appearance makes it really hard to hate. In the communication channel, Irena, who was taking the captive, complained to the mole brother who was following behind.

"Good fellow...... We didn't catch up with the big scene of welcoming Wang Shi in Oasis No. 3, but caught up in Oasis No. 2. ”

"The instructions are coming to an end."

The mole smiled back and waved his hand forward.

The Panzergrenadier truck pushed forward and swaggered into the checkpoint at the main entrance of the fortress.

After confirming that there was no ambush in the camp, Mole then picked up the walkie-talkie and ordered the tank troops to move forward after him.

Passing by the commander named Widelier, he motioned for the driver to pull the tank to the side of the road and stop. Looking down at the man who was hurriedly prostrate on the ground, he searched through the turret, pulled out a blank notebook and threw it on the ground in front of the man.

Hearing something snap in front of him, Willlier subconsciously shrank his neck, and only looked at it with trembling after he found that his head had not fallen off.

No nonsense, the mole looked down at him and commanded succinctly. "Give you a chance to atone for your sins."

"In the past week, all the troops that have passed through here, their numbers, their numbers, their equipment, the way they came, the door they left when they left, how many supplies they brought with them, whether they were left or right first...... Write everything you know in this notebook. ”

Widelier nodded repeatedly.

"It's a good adult, I'll do it"

Seeing that the guy was about to kowtow again, the mole waved his hand impatiently. "Less nonsense, hurry."

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