A ray of morning light filtered through the half-closed curtains.
Opening his eyes, Lao Bai found that he was covered with a quilt. He shook his groggy head and woke up from his sleep.
"You slept really well."
Hearing the sound coming from the side, Lao Bai turned his head and saw Chen Yutong sitting on the sofa not far away. There was a blanket on her knees, her calves were curled up in the blanket, and she was still wearing yesterday's clothes.
A piece of clothing. It is already October, and the temperature in the Valley Province has turned cooler. According to tradition, this year should be a mild winter, but it will snow in early December at the latest.
Thinking that he actually let her sleep on the sofa all night, Lao Bai was a little embarrassed, coughed lightly and said, "Sorry, I drank too much last night...'
There was no way, not only the little girl named Lisa, but also all the drinkers in the Highway Town Hotel were waiting for his story.
In order to make the story look like that, and to cover up the pangolin's true identity as a spy, he had no choice but to put the stories of many players on the pangolin's head.
As a result, the rookie killer who killed many people on position G537 became a warrior on high ground 330.
If someone went to the Lion Kingdom hundreds of kilometers away, they would probably hear completely opposite rumors from the locals, and they would not be able to figure out why the pangolin was on the Alliance's side one moment, and then helping the Legion fight against the Alliance's people the other.
But it doesn't matter.
This also fits the guy's status as a double agent.
In the wasteland, anyone with a mouth can brag, but no one has the ability to verify which rumor is true.
Anyway, in the future there will be people who are free to compile a logical and self-consistent version based on their own understanding. However, what makes Lao Bai wonder is why he is here.
As we all know, this game can block some feelings that may cause players discomfort. Although this improves the gameplay, it also makes it difficult for players to judge their own situation through early warnings from the nervous system.
The most direct result is that once you are drunk, you will basically become fragmented, and it will be impossible to connect life and death.
Usually when a player gets drunk, Old Hook or other players will help them move their game characters to the guest room to rest.
But this time, I don’t know why. He was actually moved to the NPC’s room.
"It's okay. I'm not picky about where I sleep. I travel all year round and often sit in the car for a night. This
The sofa is quite comfortable to sleep on...is the material made of exotic fur?"
With that said, Chen Yutong pressed the soft armrest of the sofa.
Looking at her innocent expression, Lao Bai suddenly remembered that she drank a lot last night and couldn't help but ask. "Maybe it's the skin of a monster... Speaking of which, don't you feel drunk?" Chen Yutong
He was slightly stunned.
"Me? I don't feel anything. Bionic science means that the liver has enough alcohol dehydrogenase to metabolize alcohol and does not activate the CYP2E1 enzyme to generate reactive oxygen species. Basically, I don't feel anything..."
Oops. My head starts to hurt again. I should have chosen the physical system...
Looking at Lao Bai holding his eyebrows, Chen Yutong couldn't help but smile and said jokingly.
"It's quite difficult to get me drunk." Lao Bai coughed quickly and explained. "I haven't thought about it." "It's just a joke, don't take it seriously," Chen Yutong curled the corners of his mouth and continued, "Yes.
Yes... that drink is really interesting. Although I don’t feel the drunken feeling you mentioned, it has another wonderful feeling for me, thank you."
"You're welcome, I told you to buy you a drink."
It was embarrassing to always lie on someone else's bed. Lao Bai sat up from the bed with his hands on his back, shook his head, picked up the VM on the bedside table, and put it on his muscular arm.
After the short reading is completed, light blue fluorescence quickly appears on the screen.
However, what surprised Lao Bai was that a brand new little red dot actually appeared on the icon on the taskbar when he started up this time.
[New mission: Take the latest flight to the front line to report.] His eyebrows were raised 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 manager called me to go to the front line." 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 Corps has organized hundreds of W-2 attack aircraft to coordinate their operations.
Cooperating with them will be the Stormtroopers, who will board the Heart of Steel to break through directly to the Legion's rear of Oasis Defense Line 2.
This will be a strategic adventure.
If it goes well, it will be the Battle of Crete, if it goes wrong, it will be Operation Garden Market. It seems that the command is planning to do something big this time.
With boiling fighting spirit burning in his eyes, Lao Bai lifted up the quilt and got out of bed, grabbed the coat hanging next to him and put it on himself.
Guessing something from the expression on his face, Chen Yutong said nothing, let alone worried. He just curled the corners of his mouth and said in a normal tone.
"Be safe, I'll treat you to a drink next time you come back." Lao Bai stopped at the door with a smile and gestured. "Then I'll remember it."
Vault 404. Medical Laboratory on Level B3.
Luo Yu, who was sitting on a folding chair, was looking worriedly at Xiao Yu, who was lying on the scanning bed, unconscious. "Is it... okay?"
Heya, who was standing next to the console, was busy recording experimental data while taking the time to reply casually. "It's so good, even stronger than before."
As the last check item ended, she pressed the blue button on the screen.
Several flexible metal pipes were pulled away from Xiaoyu's forehead, chest and skirt, and shrank into the silver-white experimental equipment on the ceiling.
The next step is to summarize the experimental data and analyze it to draw conclusions.
The research on Xiaoyu is a top priority for the Alliance Biology Research Institute. It is not only related to the Alliance's understanding of mutant slime mold, but also whether she can successfully obtain the biology laboratory on the B6 floor.
After the analysis comes to a conclusion, she still needs to organize the phased results into a report and send it to the managers who are busy with everything.
Sometimes she really admired that guy.
That guy's brain is like a multi-core threaded CPU that can handle things from many different fields such as economy, industry, military, scientific research, culture, diplomacy, etc. at the same time.
The secrets about that guy fascinate her even more than the nest in Qingquan City. Unfortunately, whenever this topic comes up, he always excuses it with a sentence that he doesn't quite understand.
Suddenly noticing the worried expressions on the faces of the residents of the shelter nearby, Heya thought of Chu Guang's instructions to her before and comforted him casually.
"Don't worry, today's research is just a routine check, your Xiaoyu will be fine."
Although he still had an uneasy expression on his face, Luo Yu's tense nerves relaxed a little after hearing the comfort from the "lead chief biologist".
Looking at Luo Yu who was relaxing, Heya paused for a moment and continued.
"However... its DNA is entering an unstable stage. It is better to take it to dangerous places as little as possible recently. Especially on the front line, without the protection of the fruiting body, the mother body alone is quite fragile.
Luo Yu nodded seriously.
But out of curiosity, he couldn't help but ask. "What is that unstable stage?" Can his Xiaoyu continue to evolve?
That's really awesome.
Looking at Luo Yu who seemed to be optimistic, Heya shook her head.
"I don't know. The research data I have 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 sorting out her thoughts in her mind for a moment, Heya paused for a moment before continuing.
"There is a cycle for the growth of the mother body. This cycle may be long or short. After reaching the cycle, they will become another type.
form of life, and this is what we call the mother nest... just like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, changing from a pupa to an adult."
Luo Yu immediately asked. "What is the opportunity?" Heya shook her head. "I don't know, but I guess it is the choice of the future path." "The choice..."
"That's right," Heya nodded, "Natural threats are no longer the main threat to it. Standing at the top of the food chain, it is no longer subject to general natural conditions, which means that it needs to choose its own future evolution.
The path. This is the ability given to it by nature, and it is also its mission.
"The genetic information collected from nature, the memory, experience and knowledge stored in neural tissue... these can all be used as a reference for evolution, and before that, it has completed the accumulation of these elements. Simply put, it has to decide to accept
Will it turn into a cute mushroom or a deadly piranha?'
Looking blankly at Heya and Xiao Yu who was lying on the scanning bed beside him, Luo Yu nodded in understanding. He didn't understand those complicated theories very well. He only cared about one thing -
"Then after all this is over...will you still remember me?" Heya asked without thinking.
"Of course you remember, as I said, memory is a reference for its evolution to the next stage of life, and it is a very important reference factor... But even so, you still have to be mentally prepared.
Luo Yu became nervous for a moment. "What kind of mental preparation?"
"If it becomes another life form, its blood connection with you may be interrupted. Maybe it will no longer be as close to you as it is now, and it may even regard you and other humans as prey. Even the memory is
Part of the inheritance, even if it still remembers things about you..."
Heya described it in as easy-to-understand terms as possible.
After listening, Luo Yu fell into silence, and the thoughts in his mind were like a mess of yarn, kneaded together.
He remembered everything that happened before...
Including taking it to the suburbs for leveling for the first time, including teaching it how to fight for the first time, including taking it to taste human food...
If these memories may be replaced by other things, he would rather it remain as it is now and not continue to evolve. In fact, he doesn't particularly need helpers who can fight side by side. He can fight alone.
At this time, Xiaoyu on the scanning bed had slowly woken up.
Come on, the tentacles hanging down on the scanning bed moved slightly, and they murmured unconsciously "Uh-huh" from their mouths. Maybe they sensed his presence.
The dazed Xiaoyu slowly sat up from the scanning bed.
The moment he saw Luo Yu, joy and joy bloomed on that abstract face, and he immediately slid off the scanning bed dragging his heavy body.
"Uh-huh"
Perhaps it was just exposed to anesthesia and had not fully adapted to the waking body, so 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 looked like he was drunk.
"Be careful, you...I won't run away." "Uh-huh!"
The tentacles wrapped around the nearby arm, Xiaoyu rubbed his chest with her head, and her aggrieved expression turned into satisfaction.
Looking at that naive look, Luo Yu felt that all the dark clouds and confusion in his heart were swept away. Just like the birth and death of a person, the cycle of life will not change because of likes or dislikes. What is supposed to come will come one day.
.
No matter what the future will be like, at least this little guy is extremely dependent on him now. Maybe...
You should also believe in it more.
With a common memory, they can face the unknown future together.
"I know..." After touching Xiaoyu's slippery head, Luoyu looked at Heya who was standing next to him and said firmly, "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."
Heya showed a smile on her face, looked at this brave young man, and patted his shoulder. "Come on.'
On the edge of Oasis No. 2, Bicester Town is surrounded by concrete and iron barrels.
Wedelir, standing next to the bunker, held a telescope in his hand and nervously looked at the endless sand dunes in the distance.
The soldiers standing aside also looked nervous.
In just three days, at least tens of thousands of soldiers from legions have passed through here, but no one is willing to stay and stand with them.
The new defense line is on the edge of Oasis No. 2. Compared with concrete fortifications, General Griffin seems to be more inclined to rely on the "river embankments" left over from the Prosperity Era for defense.
However, this also means that this fortress outside the oasis has lost its function.
What disappointed Wedlier was not only that no one helped them, but also that no one told him what to do next.
They were completely abandoned...
At this moment, a messenger trotted over. "Report! Order from the general headquarters -" Upon hearing that voice, Wedelier's eyes instantly filled with joy.
It was like a straw floating in front of a drowning man. Even though he knew that there was little hope of retreat, he still desperately reached out and grabbed the collar of the messenger.
"Quick! Tell me! What did Master Griffin say?"
The messenger tremblingly took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Wedelier's hand.
Sensing something amiss from the messenger's face, Wedelier quickly let go of his hand holding his collar and snatched the paper from his hand.
[...From now on, the defenders of Bicester Fortress will close all checkpoints on the east side and must defend the fortress for more than fifteen days to wait for reinforcements to arrive]
[Note: In times of crisis, supplies and fuel in the warehouse need to be burned. Officers of centurion and above are allowed to reduce the number of troops in the army.
After 90% or more of the members surrendered.]
After reading the last line of the telegraph newspaper, Wedelier's face looked as if it had been painted with a layer of white paint, without a trace of blood.
No one will be pulled back from the front line anymore. This has become the new front line. Those Wilant people have completely abandoned them...
Wedelier's face gradually turned from pale to despair, and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably. At this moment, a strong bad feeling crept into his heart.
A messenger came rushing from the southeast. Before he could salute, the man shouted in a hurry. "Tanks! Alliance tanks! They are advancing towards our position from the southeast! Wedelir subconsciously asked."
"How many vehicles?"
"I don't know... maybe fifty, maybe a hundred or more." The orderly soldier stammered. When the sergeants and soldiers standing nearby heard the words, they all took a breath and unconsciously
The ground held its breath. A hundred tanks!
The last unit to withdraw from here took away almost all the Panzerfaust rocket launchers. Their anti-tank weapons combined probably didn't even have a hundred rounds of ammunition!
Wedelir felt like his heartbeat had stopped for a moment, and he stood there helplessly. There were only three hundred defenders in the entire Bicester Fortress.
Even if he included those workers who had not received military training, he could not assemble a team of a thousand people. Those anti-tank piles could not stop the torrent of steel from the Alliance.
Those people don't even need to rush in, just stop outside and bombard them with tanks for a few rounds, and they will suffer heavy casualties... The adjutant standing aside looked at Wedelier nervously. "Sir... what should we do?" "What?
What to do...what to do...I also want to ask what the hell to do!"
Suddenly, Wedelier was like an oil drum with a cigarette butt thrown away, suddenly erupting in front of everyone's astonished eyes. "These big-nosed beasts, cowards, useless things! They will only retreat at the critical moment."
, let us top the front
The more Wedelier spoke, the angrier he became, his emotions became more and more agitated, and his whole face turned red.
Since this war has started, all experienced officers have been transferred to the front line. It is said that even the retinues have been appointed captains of ten, and the rank of centurion has been thrown into the regular army.
A logistics captain like him who was brought up to make up the numbers has never even touched a gun a few times. How can he use it to fight people from the alliance?
"...and that Griffin! That liar who tells lies, we have followed them through hard times for more than ten years, and this is what we got in exchange for this result?! Where are the reinforcements from Triumph City? Tens of thousands of Conqueror tanks
What? This is what he calls invincible."
No longer able to hide the anger in his heart, he cursed the Wilant people who were usually not allowed to be offended under the stunned gaze of his followers.
From the Willant soldiers to the Griffin, he cursed everyone who could name them. If there wasn't enough spit, he would have wished to spit on everyone.
Seeing pairs of eyes staring at him, Wedelier took a deep breath and calmed down. After a long time, he calmly issued the first order. "Lower the flag of the legion." All the soldiers and sergeants looked at each other.
, no one dared to move, not even move their legs. Wedelier found with embarrassment that no one here listened to him at all.
Fortunately, at this moment, there was suddenly a dense muffled thunder in the distance, followed by a whooshing sound through the air and an explosion of fire that bloomed on the defense line in the southeast corner of Bicester Town.
Just as he expected.
Those concrete anti-tank piles and bunkers are simply not enough to withstand the Alliance's torrent of steel. The Alliance will not shoot up the infantry to attack their bunkers, but choose to blow them up outside the range.
I don’t know what they were carrying on the tracks.
I saw a flash of blue arc on the bifurcated gun barrel, and the half-meter-thick concrete wall was blasted away, leaving only half-stretched steel bars hanging on the stone.
The soldiers squatting behind the concrete head wall were directly stabbed into sieves by the broken concrete, not to mention the old-fashioned machine guns mounted on the bunkers.
Subconsciously lowering his head to avoid the flying sand, Videlier screamed and roared like a hamster whose tail was stepped on.
"What are you waiting for? The Vaillant people 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 quickly... Just find any white one.
Hang things up quickly
Facing Wedelier's roar, the sergeants and soldiers standing nearby finally took action, hurriedly rushed to the highest point of the fortress, and pulled down the legion flag hanging on it.
However, at this moment, the soldiers who were lowering the flag suddenly discovered that there was nothing around that could serve as a white flag. At this moment, someone suddenly mentioned that Lord Wedelier's shirt seemed to be white, so they became furious again.
He rushed back to Wedelier's side, stripped him naked regardless of his objections, and finally completed the Lord's order.
The Warlords of the Vaillant people had already withdrawn with the last evacuation troops, and no one stopped their betrayal.
The reason why I didn't take action before was just out of the honor of the military and loyalty to the royal family... As for now.
Even nobles like Wedelier, who "regarded glory as life", had surrendered, so they naturally had no reason to continue to persevere.
I just hope that the alliance will indeed treat the prisoners as kindly as the rumors say, and will not embarrass little people like them who can't help themselves...
"Tch, why did you vote?"
Mole, half of his body exposed on the tank turret and holding a telescope in his hand, saw the white flag rising in the distance and clicked his tongue unhappily.
The day before yesterday, people from the Death Corps were bragging on the forum, saying they could capture a city in two hours.
After asking the brothers in the field about the strategic deployment of Bicester Town, he originally planned to take the brothers to show up.
He was holding his hand, but as soon as he fired a round of artillery, a white flag was raised on the other side.
This is too overwhelming
Not far away, a disheveled man led a few soldiers and walked out from behind the bombed checkpoint with his hands raised.
The waving gesture seemed to implore them not to shoot. Not interested in slaughtering the unarmed, the Mole waved his hand.
Three armed trucks covered with steel plates drove past and stopped in front of the disheveled man. Irena, who was holding a submachine gun, jumped out of the truck first and was about to make fun of the officer-looking man in front of her.
The man suddenly knelt on the ground with a plop.
He pressed his forehead tightly against the ground, ignoring the sand and ash on the ground, and choked with tears and runny noses under the surprised gazes of everyone.
"...Holy Spirit of the Sand Sea, you are finally here."
Irena was stunned by his smooth movements and was stunned on the spot.
When he swallowed the teasing, he looked at the Elf King Fugui next to him with a strange look on his face. "What the hell, what's going on here?"
Brother Fugui also looked at him in confusion. "I don't know..." The players who got off the car all looked confused.
This man was crying so miserably, as if he had been greatly wronged, that they were embarrassed to laugh at these guys. Wedelir secretly glanced at the stunned soldiers, and felt relieved when he saw that no shots were fired.
His tone and expression on his face were still filled with grief and anger, and he kowtowed his head with tears and runny noses, complaining.
"The younger one is a baron from the Falcon Kingdom. His name is Wedelier. His ancestors have been running farms in the nearby oasis for generations. He is an old man.
Farmers who do their duty, have been living a life without fighting against the world...until one day, the Weiland people came here." "Those big noses deceived us with their sweet words, hijacked our Majesty and his court, and occupied us.
They took over our shops and manor, forced us to work for them, and bleed for their ambition to conquer the world... Praise the great administrator, praise the great alliance, thank God you are finally here. Irena's expression is indescribable
Weird, he coughed dryly and said, "Anyway, you get up first.
Wedelier did not get up, but instead pressed his head closer to the ground, mumbling incessantly. This time even the translator couldn't translate what he was saying.
The Elf King Fugui standing nearby sighed, walked up to him, kicked the guy's knees, and pointed to the side of the road.
"We're not interested in messing with you. We don't object to you kneeling if you like, but please go over there...and don't block our way."
After hearing the previous words, Wedelir finally burst into tears and smiled, with a flattering smile on his face, and crawled back to the roadside.
"Thank you, sir! Let's get out of here! You... please come inside!" Bicester Fortress fell.
The Skeleton Corps won this place without bloodshed, and the price they paid was only dozens of 155mm artillery shells and a few 60kg mass bombs.
In fact, they were the only ones who fired faster. If they had been a few minutes later, they might not have even saved the shells.
The defenders stationed here walked out of the fortress one after another, leaning their rifles on both sides of the road, and then squatted outside the bunker with their heads in their hands.
That gray-faced look makes it hard to hate. In the communication channel, Irena, who was taking the captives into custody, complained to Brother Mole who was following behind.
"Good fellow.\n.\n.\n.\n.\n.\nWe didn't catch the grand occasion of welcoming Master Wang at Oasis No. 3, but we caught up with him at Oasis No. 2."
"The explanation is about to end."
The Mole replied with a smile and waved forward.
The Panzergrenadier truck advanced and drove swaggeringly 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 closely behind him.
When passing by the commander named Wedelier, he signaled the driver to drive the tank to the side of the road and stop. Looking down at the man hurriedly prostrate on the ground, he searched inside the turret and pulled out a blank
The notebook was dropped on the ground in front of the man.
Hearing something smack in front of him, Wedelir subconsciously shrank his neck, and only took a trepidating glance after finding that his head hadn't fallen off.
There was no nonsense. Mole looked down at him and ordered concisely, "I'll give you a chance to atone for your sins."
"In the past week, all the troops that passed here, their numbers, numbers, equipment, which way they came when they came, which door they left when they left, how many supplies they brought, and who left first when they left.
Foot or right foot...write everything you know in this notebook."
Wedelir nodded repeatedly.
"You are a good sir, I will definitely do as you are told."
Seeing that this guy was about to kowtow again, Mole waved his hand impatiently. "Stop talking nonsense and hurry up."