After rushing to the Phalanx defense area, Lei Luo found that 4 of the 78 air valves in the sensing system had been removed from the critical valve throats.

There were only two or three lines of footprints on the frozen soil at the scene, and after the people who came had finished their work, they went to the rear in a grand manner, clearly showing that they were warriors from other strongholds.

Four valves may not seem like much, but they are enough to open a passage from the Great Rift Valley to Stronghold 177. This road has become a blind spot for all firepower outlets, let alone enemies, even if a team of dancers twists their waists to pass by, they will not be attacked in any way.

Lei Luo couldn't even get a spare valve throat out of his hand, so he could only watch as a fireball similar to a signal flare flew up on the north shore, and he seemed to have an immediate reaction to the defense hole on this side!

Lowering his head, Lei Luo looked at the communicator he was wearing on his wrist. This swarthy gadget resembles the prototype of an electronic watch, and has several other uses besides keeping time.

"When there is a situation, just report it according to this thing! In addition to sending a signal for help, it can also record military merits, how many enemies you have killed, and what level of the enemy is, it can directly send the life pulse back to the rear, and then convert it into contribution value by the Akagi side!"

There are a lot of weird things like the Iron Gate, and the crystal energy sensor during the trial is an example, but the current one is more high-end. Lei Luo didn't hesitate, pulled out the small round button on the right side of the communicator, reversed it three times, and pressed it back again.

The communicator did not respond, and it was unknown if it had sent a call for help. Relo looked at the far north shore again and walked on.

Rushing back to the stronghold, he didn't give up, and searched everywhere again. Even the lounge has been turned over, and large and small parts are spread all over the floor, and there is no shadow of a valve throat.

Lei Luo stopped, his eyes gradually changing.

As for why he was assigned to this uninhabited stronghold, Lei Luo could guess a little reason. Now, thanks to the care of friends in the same camp, he specially rushed to dismantle the valve throat of his own one-third of an acre, which made Lei Luo a little incomprehensible.

"Let part of the Phalanx fail, open a way for the enemy on the north bank, and borrow their hands to kill me? If we can monitor it in real time, it will indeed not cause a big mess, and it will indeed be a good deal. When I'm dead, I'll come back and reclaim the stronghold, fix the defensive positions, and get everything back on track. Although No. 177 is a little smaller, the code says that there is still a contribution value of 10,000, and the things of fame and fortune are not done in vain......"

Lei Luo wrung his steely eyebrows and pondered quietly. There was only one thing he still couldn't figure out - it didn't seem to be quite like the handiwork of the eldest young master.

"Damn! Big young master, big young master, if you don't have dog legs, you still need to call the big young master! This kind of trivial matter, you still need the big young master to take action personally?" Finally, he slapped his thigh hard and reacted.

An hour and a half later, the time for the mandated safety briefing arrived.

Sitting in front of the console, Lei Luo didn't type the code for the first time, trying to tell Akagi that something was wrong with him in this way.

He didn't wait for a response.

Another six hours passed, and when the time for the safety briefing arrived, he still did not enter the code to feedback the rear, and Akagi still did not respond.

Together with the distress call from the previous communicator, everything was muddy and muddy, and Stronghold 177 seemed to have been completely blocked.

Lei Luo couldn't sit still.

The duty code stipulates that those who leave their posts without authorization will be killed, and once other stronghold personnel are found and cleared, they will be rewarded with contribution points. Combined with the other tolerant attitudes of the Iron Gate, this black-and-white rule exudes a rare coldness and ruthlessness, and is obviously not as simple as scaring people.

Sitting back and waiting for death had never been Relo's style, but now he found that he didn't seem to have a second choice.

It's impossible to go to other strongholds, and it's impossible to go back to Chicheng, the quicksand corridor is dangerous enough, and when you get to the city, you can continue to be chased by armed guards as a deserter. It's even more nonsense to go forward, the enemy on the north shore can get through the Great Rift Valley, and he doesn't have the ability to get by. If you take 10,000 steps back, even if you can break through the rift among the countless monsters, what if you reach the north shore?

The four valve throats, which don't add up to ten pounds, have forced Lei Luo to this point, and he himself can't help but feel a little funny.

The electronic display flashed, and an announcement message popped up: "100-day countdown to the day of the reverse tide".

Lei Luo didn't know what "Reverse Tide Day" was, but he knew that this was an all-staff announcement. If there is a large-scale operation in 100 days, it will undoubtedly mean that you will have a chance.

100 days.

"Lao Tzu is not leaving!" was ruthless, and people were relaxed.

Lei Luo didn't realize that the battle ** that was quietly surging in his body was another reason that prompted him to make the decision to hold on.

Carrying the large pile of debris that had been turned out of the stronghold, Relo returned to the Phalanx defense area. Along the path of the blind spot, he pulled out his tools and began to jingle and get busy.

More than a dozen bolts of lightning slashed down in just a few seconds, and a huge and violent thunder followed. Rust-colored clouds had somehow covered the entire sky, and they were getting lower and lower.

Thunderstorms are already coming.

The dead man's diary clearly states that the enemy from the opposite shore attacked precisely when thunderstorms were at their most frequent. Anyway, it should come sooner or later, and Lei Luo felt that it was better to prepare himself early and wait for work. When you go head-to-head, you find that you can't beat it, and it's never too late to run.

Lei Luo is still very confident in his speed explosion, but every time he thinks of the secret method that Pfister once showed is similar to the short-distance flying skill, his heart is quite surprised. The more unclear the enemy's situation is now, the more important it is to have a reliable means of escape, and he feels that if he can fly, his instantaneous speed can at least go up a few steps.

Leaning on the steel wire and the shallow pit dug out, Lei Luo laid a lot of improvised traps along the way. Of course, he didn't expect to rely on these to kill the enemy, but he just dug a huge, deep pit quite the back of the road in the blind spot of the firepower. The mouth of the pit is covered with a canvas covered with floating soil to camouflage.

After getting ready, Lei Luo dug a foxhole similar to the common battlefield next to a firepower dump hundreds of meters away, and picked up some fist-sized stones for backup. The cover was laid out in the pit so flat that even if he got into the quilt, the height would not exceed the nearby ground.

A large bag full of food and water was also lowered into the pit, and Relo spread out a large rolled canvas at the back of the pit and covered the whole pit with himself.

The supplies in the stronghold were enough to feed for a whole year, and he was ready for a protracted battle, and even brought the stack of bone fragments, intending to unearth some valuable information from them.

The rain poured down, crackling on the canvas, and a damp earthy smell seeped in. Lei Luo closed his eyes, ignored the increasingly frequent thunder, and entered meditation.

Hours later.

Lei Luo got up to replenish the food, went to the distance to pee, and after moving his muscles and bones, he lay back in the pit to raise the corpse. The sudden showers hit again, and the extremely bad weather reminded Lei Luo that when he was in Pendulum City, the bright sunshine and fresh air were always around him, but he never knew how to cherish it.

"Kivi, that girl should be alright?" said Lei Luo, grinning silently.

It seems that because of the body's original memories at work, every time he thinks of Pendulum City, Lei Luo always feels as if he really spent his entire childhood there, and has grown to this day. Family, friends, and girls in white uniforms in the sun, everything is so vivid that it's so close to your fingertips.

A crisp movement came from the gap between the rolling thunder, and was captured by Lei Luo's keen senses far beyond ordinary people.

When the steel wire that had been tied up was touched, the metal parts hanging on it hit each other and made a sound.

"Ding!"

Another bang.

Lei Luo lifted the canvas, jumped up in the waterfall-like rainstorm, touched a stone on the edge of the pit and threw it at the sensing area in front of him - the power of the Vulcan Phalanx was that it did not respond to the average pressure on the ground brought by the rain, but it could immediately identify the special pressure of a certain area!

With the sound of "hissing" iron flow, an indescribable terrifying tongue of fire swept across the rain curtain, as if even this piece of heaven and earth was about to be torn apart together!

Dozens of figures who had just climbed up from the Great Rift Valley were cautiously moving along the path of the blind spot that had been artificially destroyed. Someone tripped over the tightrope that Lei Luo was tied to the road, and was alerting himself, when he suddenly saw a defensive weapon hundreds of meters away firing fiercely in the other direction, and he couldn't help but be confused.

Later, they found the boy standing alone next to the firedump.

Lei Luo roared wildly, his shirt was torn apart by the muscles that were raised, and his hands were on the hot firepower pouring mouth rack, and he lifted the fetal breath to push it with all his might!

Almost immediately, Raylo's legs sank to the ground, until he didn't have his knees!

Without the control of the sensor, the five-ton firepower pouring vent was pushed in such a way by himself that he turned the direction so hard. The scythe-like tongue of fire of death arced through the air, sweeping towards the stunned group of powerful enemies on the other side, and flesh flew on the spot!!