Once we've taken out the last of the recalcitrant metal puppets, the gates of the enemy base are already standing defenseless in front of us. For us, this door is actually much more difficult to deal with than the hundreds of puppets with guns and bullets outside: this huge door is as tall as dozens of men, and its whole body is made of a metal that is both hard and extremely tough, and since it is closed, I can't see how thick it is, but conservatively estimates that it should be at least a little wider than my whole person.

Longbow Shot happily smashed the two magnetic cannonballs that he had managed to refill with energy on the two door panels, but there was not even a single pit on them. God knows what we can do with such a huge and heavy iron plate, and can we still count on the light bullet gun in our hands that is not much thicker than our fingers? It's better to blow the door open than to wait for it to rust away.

Just when I was helpless, the "elite troops" of soldiers of all races, who had been following us all along, finally caught up with their unprecedented heroism. Whenever some of the soldiers charged forward, others hid in excellent firing positions to vigilantly cover them, and when the soldiers in front found suitable cover, they would crouch or lie on the ground to set up their weapons and cover their companions to continue to advance. This alternating way of advancing is both professional and vigorous, and fully reflects the good battlefield quality of these guys. They looked mighty and majestic, as if they had destroyed the wreckage of the puppets.

To be honest, even though we were only separated for a short time, I always felt like I hadn't seen them for a long time, and I was about to forget about their existence. I really don't understand the use of these guys who just know how to pout and shoot behind trees, and why Colonel Duffy had to let them join us.

But then again, in such a fierce battle full of bullets, this group of future soldiers armed to the teeth was able to ensure that not a single soldier of their own was sacrificed without destroying an enemy, and not even a piece of oil skin was scratched, from the perspective of life-saving skills, they can definitely be called the elite of the elite.

Just as I was secretly slandering this group of shrunken turtles who were greedy for life and afraid of death, they slapped me hard with their actual actions: a dwarf soldier walked to the right side of the gate under the cover of two comrades, took out a shiny card from his bosom, inserted it into a slender slot, and then opened a small window on the wall next to the door, and a fancy keyboard popped out of it; He typed a string of characters into the keyboard with both hands, and a moment later, there was a sudden roar in the door, followed by a shaking of the earth, and the two large metal doors slowly moved to both sides, and the scene was as spectacular as if the gate to the kingdom of the gods had been opened on earth. It didn't take long for two loud crunching sounds on both sides of the gate, "click, click", as if something was firmly stuck—the gate that had left us at a loss was so easily opened by him.

I scratched my head and shrugged my shoulders a little uncomfortably: Well, I'll admit, I might have gone a little too far.

Like the two military bases we had seen before, there was also a huge plaza behind the gate, but there were not so many dangerous fighting machines parked, and the whole square was as empty as a field.

The commander of the assault unit came to us at this time, and he said: "Valorant soldiers, it is a pleasure to be able to fight side by side with you......

To be honest, I don't feel like I'm happy to be playing alongside you...... I thought to myself.

“…… But I'm afraid we're going to be separated from you here......" he pulled out his digital map board and pointed to the image on it, "...... There are three warehouses for mechanical warriors here, here, and here at this base......" he nodded to the three blue dots on the map, "...... We're going to hold them back so they don't have their hands to stop you. From here, I suggest you follow the power pipe through the biological research lab and go straight to the main room where the enemy's mastermind is located, there won't be many enemies on this road. I hope you can take out that guy as soon as possible, I don't know how long the troops holding back enemy reinforcements will last. ”

With that, he put down the map board, stood up solemnly, stretched out his right hand on the corner of his right forehead, and performed a strange but beautiful courtesy: "Good luck to everyone!" With that, he led his soldiers out of the square through an exit without looking back.

Then we took out our electronic map, which already marked the road we should travel with a solid green line. At this time, I have to express my sincere admiration and rejoicing for our extremely forward-looking deployment of troops: in this square alone, there are eight exits, each leading to different areas, and this base is not only vast in size, but also complex in road, and the most outrageous thing is that it is as high as three floors, and each floor is so large. Without this green line marking the route, it would be difficult for us to find the way forward from this messy map, and if Niu Million came here with us, he might have lost his way to the world if he wasn't careful.

The path marked out by the commander was slack, and along the way, we did not encounter large-scale organized resistance from the enemy, except for a few dozen steel puppets who met us on patrol and were killed by us as if they were chopping melons and vegetables. It was only at the entrance from the first floor to the second floor that we encountered some minor troubles, where the enemy had built a small battle fortification and made adequate defensive preparations. At the same time, they have set up a powerful power grid on the road without using any magic, and we will be in a state of paralysis for a short time when we touch it, which is a very dangerous thing to do in a dense rain of bullets.

On the opposite side of this fortification, not only were the erected batteries firing non-stop bullets at us, but from time to time a number of metal puppets ran by, some shooting at us, others throwing bombs at us. The dense firepower made us scramble and tired for a while.

But fortunately, my friends quickly found a way to deal with it: they noticed that above this fortification, there were three discs with a dark red sheen that caught our attention. For some reason, my companions concentrated all their firepower and fired in the direction they were, as if with the intention of blowing up those three things to completely dismantle the fortification.

There was no verbal communication, no eye contact, and I couldn't even see any gestures between them, and they immediately reacted in complete unison. I had never seen their opinions so unified and cohesive before, that even words became superfluous, as if this tacit understanding had been planted deep in their hearts and planted a seed deep in their souls.

However, the annoying thing is that the angle of these three things is a little high, and the front is obscured by a protruding weapon platform, and it is difficult for them to aim while standing on the ground, so they can only jump and shoot at them, and the accuracy of their shooting is greatly reduced, while the danger of their own exposure to the rain of bullets is greatly increased.

"Hit it up there!" Seeing that I was still shooting in vain with my assault rifle like the metal cover of some fortification, the red wolf shouted at me.

"Why?" I was a little puzzled, "How do you know it's going to be useful to hit that thing?" ”

The red wolf glanced at me with a little disdain: "There is a generation gap is a generation gap, haven't you played Contra?" ”

"What kind of soul?" I was puzzled, "I've hacked a few soul warriors to death......"

"Don't know, don't talk nonsense......" Red Wolf interrupted me as he struggled to aim with his small pistol, "...... Just do it, there's nothing wrong with it, it's a 3D version of Contra. ”

As he spoke, he suddenly noticed that Longbow Shooting Sun was standing there motionless, and there was a "crackling" sound coming from his mouth, which sounded like something was beating, and it was only after a short time that the dwarven priest returned to normal.

"Longbow, what did you do just now?" The red wolf asked.

"I just tried typing with the keyboard, up and down, left and right, left and right, and the wolf said something that made me scratch my head.

"I'm dizzy, does it work?" Ding Ding Xiaoge interjected.

Longbow Shooting Sun rolled his eyes and looked at the red wolf with disdain: "Do you think it will be useful?" ”

"You know how to try a fart!"

"What do you know, I had to fight three times to transfer thirty lives back then, and I had to borrow my life to clear the customs, and I played a psychological shadow, and I wanted to be nostalgic when I saw this scene."

"You are too wasteful, Lao Tzu can clear the customs with one life!"

"Wait a minute!" Hearing this, Fei Yin suddenly screamed, hid in a corner where there was no danger for the time being, and then fell into a stagnant. When she returned, Longbow Shot asked curiously:

"President, what are you doing again?"

"I'm going to try a secret trick too, but unfortunately it's useless."

"What did you lose?"

“TY。”

"I'm not surprised why you chose this secret technique......

Please, can anyone tell me what they're talking about?

……

I suppose my friends have either received some divine revelation or some mystical wisdom here, but whatever they chose their targets for, they were undoubtedly the right ones. When we managed to beat a dark red disc to less than a third of its durability, and then it was blown up by two longbow shots, some of the fortification's weapon systems immediately stopped.

Buoyed by this record, but also by adapting to the intensity of the fight, we continued to work hard and soon blew the other two reds out. With a loud last bang, the entire fortification was reduced to rubble after an explosion, and the power grid lost its energy supply and disappeared without a trace in an instant. Behind the ruins, we saw a small door.

My companions calmly walked to the small door, and with a familiar touch of a button on the side of the door, the small door soon opened, and inside was a cramped hut that could only hold a dozen or so people at most.

They walked in, and I don't know what they were doing: it was clear that there was nothing in this hut, and if we were attacked by the enemy, we wouldn't even have a place to hide. Only an idiot would run to hide in this almost certain place at such a time, and what we have to do is not just hide, but also eliminate the supercomputer that controls everything behind the scenes - if only I could know what it is.

"We ...... Why don't you go find a staircase? "I looked around. The electronic map shows that this is supposed to be the passage to the second basement level, and I believe it will not be too difficult to find.

"Don't make a fuss!" Unexpectedly, Red Wolf and Ding Ding Xiaoge pulled me into the house without saying anything, and then Fei Yin pressed another unknown button, and the door closed.

I was at once in a great panic, holding my shield and assault tightly, ready to rush out of the hut at any moment for any dire situation. But strangely enough, my friends stood there relaxed, and could not see what they were worried or afraid about, nor did they know when they were going to leave the room.

Suddenly, the room moved, and then I felt a tremendous force dragging the room down. I don't know what's going on, I just think it's scary. I suddenly felt a sense of extreme fear and oppression in my heart, as if the blood was rushing up all over my body, which was both desperate and irrepressible in terms of novelty and excitement. Just when I thought we were all going to die in this hut for no apparent reason, the hut suddenly stopped.

The door opened, and the scene outside was completely different. Looking at the digital map again, we have reached the second floor.

I took a closer look at the hut again: how could this thing move up and down, carrying us from one floor to another?

It's just so exciting, who wants to do it all over again?

But my companions were evidently not as in the same high spirits as I was, and they rushed out of the hut. I don't know why they had no interest in this playful and practical artifact, and I wonder where they learned how to operate and use it.

But it does tell me an important truth: not everything can be answered in alchemical books, and sometimes those who seem to us to be ignorant of esoteric and advanced science are able to find solutions to problems through other means, popularly known as "wisdom of life".

What is obvious: whether it is the red dot above the fortifications or the hut that can go up and down with ease, my friends know and use them well. Most of this esoteric knowledge comes not from books or the notes of a wise man, but from their lives—if not from their adventures on the continent of Falvi, then from another dimensional plane where they lived.

Sometimes it seems strange to me that they are able to know such a profound and strange knowledge of manipulating this magical hut from their lives, but they have no idea of the simplest and most basic common sense that the speed of the escape of magical energy is multiplied by the area of the range of the wave divided by two, and the square root of the sum of its duration and intensity is equal to the strength of the Moskar unit of this magic?。.。

More to, address H! ~！