- Pretty, isn't it?

Dante had a helpless and absurd wry smile on the corner of his mouth, and his knees went limp, and he sat on the ground. Wow, a large amount of blood poured up from the depths of his throat, wetting the ground in large swaths.

The other party used a fourth person who did not exist in the intelligence.

This man can evade his own perception with precision, and then deliver the fatal blow in a ridiculous and unexpected way.

The pale face was up, and the sky was blue, and the streamer shone down. Inexplicably, there is an illusion that the light is shining and the gate of heaven is open.

Are you going to die?

It was as if there were two little angels flying left and right with fluorescent fluoresce.

If..... If only I could take it a little more seriously. Dante blamed himself a little, when he was calculating the other party, why didn't the other party calculate himself, and in the end he still made a bad move.

painstakingly tried to push the other party into a desperate situation, but he didn't expect that with a wave of his hand, the general on the opposite side was understated.

The whole process was treacherous, and both sides did their best to formulate a precise battle plan according to the capabilities, personalities, and ways of doing things described in the intelligence, but it seemed that their own side was a little more immature.

After all, they are still too young and too underestimated.

These miscellaneous pieces, which are still stubbornly surviving like weeds under the suppression of many parties, cannot be able to turn the victory scales at will by relying on the disparity on paper and the ornificence of the configuration.

You can never imagine those defeated dogs in your eyes, maggots who have nowhere to hide in the sky and the earth when they laugh, and can only hide in dirty corners and lick their wounds, their desire for life and their cunning in the face of catastrophe. Because you don't know them, you don't know how they repressed, feared, twisted, silent, and exploded in their corners for countless days and nights.

But—it was too late to figure it out.

Dante's gaze gradually lost focus.

"Dante——," The middle-aged man's eyes were wide with anger, his hair was open, he turned around and waved his hand, and his huge palm pressed the "traitor" in the crowd, a reinforced soldier. The arm exerted force, and with a bang, the entire skull was pinched and exploded.

The earthy yellow momentum spread around the middle-aged man as the center, like a swift gust of wind, the originally tight human wall was blown to the ground, and countless strengthened warriors were carried away by this fierce momentum and fell out two or three meters away.

In an instant, a circular vacuum was cleared within a radius of five meters around Dante.

The man stood beside Dante, not leaving an inch, with a fierce gaze, covering everyone around him, staring at them closely, for fear that someone would do something "unrighteous" again.

The soldiers who were swept away by the momentum stood up in a daze, and they were also confused about what was happening, and their long-term training allowed them to face any unexpected situation. But the phenomenon that the coach was beheaded or fell into the hands of his own people was still confused and at a loss.

The delicate girl rushed in, as the only field doctor in the field, she carefully turned over the body of the wounded, maintaining a posture of facing the sky, first confirmed the injury, the left lung lobule was pierced, the patient has been in a state of poor breathing, and blood blisters continue to emerge from the corners of the mouth.

Before the nano era, I encountered this kind of injury on the battlefield, and I was basically hopeless, but now, there is more or less a chance to remedy it.

"Xiao Pei, how is the situation, is there any salvation?" The middle-aged man asked calmly, the most important thing now is to stay calm.

"It's hard to say, the wound area is too large, especially with a special saber, and the wound caused by it is difficult to suture or heal in other ways, I can only say try my best." Petty was sweating profusely, her hands were non-stop, she first took out the heart booster injection from the treatment bag she carried with her, and then sat on her knees, calming her breath, her left hand gently covering the wound, wisps of green glow flickered, and gradually, it became hotter and hotter.

She bit open a jar of energy potion and pricked it with a needle on the carotid artery, and a large amount of yellow liquid was accurately captured and transported by a nanomachine waiting under the cortical tissue.

The nano system is a bit bad, that is, the cruising ability is too poor to carry out high-intensity combat continuously and stably, and the energy module in the human body can only store enough energy for three minutes of high-intensity combat. This kind of energy cannot be obtained from food or other means, only through the adaptive energy potion, once the potion, no matter how awesome the person has to lie down.

The production of energy potions requires the support of a full range of technology industries, which cannot be provided by ordinary workshops or settlements. When fighting across regions or backward regions, logistics supply has become the biggest problem restricting the clock tower's external development.

Countless glowflies detached from the palm of the hand and gathered towards the wound, they gently landed on the tissue of the flesh and blood valgus, and continued to pierce the tissue cells around the ulcer with the long mouthparts in the mouth, and the trickle of life energy was projected over, and the originally decadent cells were rejuvenated again, they were accelerating their division at a speed visible to the naked eye, and constantly generating new tissue cells to replace those dead cells that had long been broken and corrupted.

Green glowflies swirl around the huge wounds, like industrious bees. The lungs are slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if they had been inserted into a 3D printer, and these nanomachines are tiny metal spray guns that constantly shape around a delicate part of the flesh.

Now, after a few minutes of shaping, the "precision parts" are repaired.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Harris couldn't care about the two opponents at the moment, rushed over, and carefully picked up Dante, who was still very weak at the moment, with blank eyes and a slight mouth move, Harris hurriedly came down.

"Whew-call headquarters..... Reinforcements," Dante repeated in a very faint voice.

"Okay, okay, I see, you have a good rest." Harris carefully picked him up, as if he were hugging his sleeping woman.

Griffin and Wally had withdrawn, and the driver was desperately pestering Skaya, with the simple idea of keeping the woman anyway.

In the corner where no one was looking, a mass of pitch-black silk threads was converging, and the shadow of the dead soldier turned into a thick pool of ink, which seemed to be alive, and was moving slowly and silently without attracting attention, and it first stretched out countless silk threads that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye and spread in small steps hundreds of meters away.

The first to notice the abnormality was the middle-aged man, at first everyone's mind was on Dante, and he was ignorant of the abnormalities behind him, until the middle-aged man's eyes inadvertently glanced at the corpse of the sneak attack soldier, and instantly caught the abnormality.

The inky black shadow was no longer hidden, and jumped directly from the ground, flying towards the rear quickly.

The middle-aged man made a move, a cloud of earthy yellow light instantly shrouded him, and the black shadow turned into a human form, but the whole body was pitch black and thick, like flowing juice, he waved his hand and slashed back, the knife was also a viscous juice convergence, and the sharp knife slashed down and touched the earthy yellow barrier closely.

The unusually strong barrier was easily shattered, and the black sword tended unabated, and a single slash fell on the middle-aged man who was chasing after him. He raised a hand in front of him, and the earthy yellow light wrapped around his arm like a substance, and it slammed violently, sending sparks out in all directions. The middle-aged man stopped, looked at his left hand in disbelief, and saw that a trace of blood was slowly expanding on his thick and pierced forearm.

- What a sharp knife.

With such a delay, the black fluid as filthy as a quagmire had already flown out for a long time, and it was impossible to catch up with it at this moment.

At the end of the field of view. The fluid revealed a strange human face, and a meaningful smile appeared in this direction, and then it fell to the ground with a thud, quickly absorbed by the dry earth, and disappeared.

The driver didn't fall well, in the entanglement, seeing that the other party couldn't get out, suddenly Skaya stood still, and a monstrous magnetic field suddenly erupted around the whole body, and at the same time, a sharp whistling sound came from the sky. The veteran who has been wandering the battlefield all year round knows what this whistling sound means, and when he looks up, he sees dozens of small black dots whistling in the distant sky.

Thundered!

Saturation shelling –

The entire area was covered with shells, blowing, dusty.

The driver's full name is [Hollow Blade], which is an extremely rare ability that can temporarily electrolytize physical matter in a short period of time to achieve the ability to jump through short-distance space. This ability has high requirements for physical fitness, and the requirements for support equipment are also very high, not a needle of nano machines, loaded with a set of ability modules can be formed, but talent.

At the same time, the driver wears a thin transparent smock all year round. This kind of robe can ensure that after he completes the jump, his flesh will not be shattered into a puddle of minced meat due to the turbulence of space. Even with all these things, this jump is unstable, and it can only jump within 30 meters, and it cannot be used frequently, and there are cooling cycles.

In this piece of research, the clock tower is also a stone to cross the river, the creation of pure coincidence, the theoretical basis is quite incomplete, belongs to the first results, the process of backward theory.

There is no doubt that every member of the Killing House is a freak, and there is no doubt that many of the powers derived from the clock tower are not all mastered by technology, but by the mutation of the nanomachine center induced by the human body's potential. At present, as the developer and iterator of nanomachine achievements, Dr. Stephen cannot give a perfect explanation for why this result occurred, and can only solve this mystery through in-depth research in the later stage.

After the driver noticed the abnormality, he started to jump in time, and the person gradually blurred, and the next second appeared thirty meters away, and the shell fell into a violent roar, and he could clearly feel the vibration of the ground and the dust that was rolled up.

Skaya did not move, completely covered in artillery fire. By the time the smoke cleared, the place where she was sitting was empty, and the people had been evacuated.

The driver spat on the ground, but there was nothing he could do, he was not Harris, and he could face the saturation shelling attack without any obstacles. As long as a bomb falls on his side, his life will be over.

The three Red Scorpion chariots slightly adjusted the position of the lower barrels, and a round of artillery attacks continued to output, and the 120 mm heavy guns used a double link to feed ammunition, cooled by water casing, and the rate of fire reached an astonishing 28 rounds per minute, with an average of two to three seconds to deliver a high-explosive grenade. The artillery position, five kilometers away, was devastated. But the crowd was not happy at all.

The four transcendents of the main battle on the opposite side retreated, and the loss was only more than two hundred ordinary homeless soldiers and a dozen artillery pieces, which was a negligible loss compared to the clock tower.

The two multi-functional self-propelled guns were completely scrapped, seven technicians were killed, six reinforced soldiers were damaged, and one RV and three main combat vehicles were still usable, and most of the others were seriously damaged.

In a round of ambushes, one-third of the personnel were lost, and more than 50 percent of the equipment was damaged. Faced with such a situation, Harris was silent and his face was gloomy.

"Stop, who's who?"

Ye Suqin lay on the edge of the pit with both hands, a pull-up, the whole person turned up, and a few barrels of guns pressed against his head, he had no choice but to slowly raise his hands.

The whole battle only lasted more than ten minutes, but it seemed like a century long, Ye Suqin was lying inside, watching a big drama intently, and now that the scene was over, he had to hurriedly drill out of the tunnel.

He had no intention of participating from the beginning to the end, even if he let go of the cold gun and wiped out a few of the homeless forces that rushed up. In a battle of this specification, the role of ordinary people is really small, and if Karami like him is not dodging quickly, he will not survive on the battlefield for more than three seconds.

Now this "deserter" has been spotted by soldiers who have scattered around to patrol.

Ye Suqin was escorted to Harris by the patrol guards. At this moment, the team commander is pacing anxiously outside the RV. Dante's condition can only be barely said to be out of danger, but there is still some way to go before his condition is stable. Petty, the military doctor with the team, was already inside, and now all he needed was rest and care. In order to take care of Dante, Harris had to give orders to stay in place to rest.

Looking at Ye Suqin, who was twisted over, Harris was no longer in the mood to deal with this kind of, waved his hand to let the soldiers let him go, and then warned him not to act rashly, and honestly stayed in the tent and waited for his next notice.

Ye Suqin shrugged his shoulders and said that he was completely obedient to the arrangement.

It was getting dark quickly.

Soldiers lit bonfires in the valleys and set up marching tents. A clearing was carved out of the valley, on which nearly twenty body bags were piled up, in addition to the thirteen people who were damaged in the battle of the clock tower, they also collected the corpses of two veterans, and the other few were used to place the collected [Morco] corpse parts, these are important research materials, although they were blown to pieces by a round of artillery fire, but under the carpet search, they can still find some mutilated corpses, freeze them with the freezer spray they carry, and carefully place them in the body bags. Before dark, the reinforcement warriors scoured the surrounding area and recovered as many dead enemy corpses as possible.

Two large pits were dug at the entrance of the camp, and the corpses of the enemy, even those prisoners of war who were not yet dead and had only one breath left, were thrown down, and then a fire was poured with gasoline and ignited, and it burned brightly.

Harris lay on the back of a raised rock, sliding his hand over the tactical panel, which showed a map of the surrounding area, many of which were artificially marked in red.

- Request for reinforcements.

Dante's words before he fainted were like a fish's bone, stuck in his throat, unspeakably uncomfortable, and Harris would not admit defeat in any way. Besides, he still had the chips in hand, he didn't lose completely, this time he was just a careless punch, if he couldn't hit it back, his thoughts would never be clear, and it would haunt him for the rest of his life.

So he made up his mind to completely bring down the other party at all costs.

Of course, he was not reckless, and he secretly sent a message to his uncle.

A soldier came up to him and told him that Dante was awake.

..........

On the corridor of the sixth class of Lanshu Middle School in Jingjiang City, Gaoxing Prefecture.

Smack-

A crisp and loud slap, Lin Wanqing covered her face in disbelief, the two were talking and laughing one second, and the next second, a crisp and loud slap hit her in the face.

The surrounding classmates looked at this scene in amazement and whispered. Lin Wanqing felt that her face was burning, there was confusion, anger, shame, and more deep fear.