January 3rd, 557th year of the New Lunar Calendar.
Krusted Federation, South Karlov District, outer suburbs of Mayan City, military train station.
Ding, ding, ding, ding...
The ordinary sound of whistles and bells that had nothing to do with extraordinary things echoed rapidly in this relatively safe military station.
As a sparse crowd of humans and supernatural beings dressed in various clothes walked towards the platform, a huge military train that looked like a crawling dragon drove into the platform.
Due to the impact of the "wave of unintentional people" on the North and South Karloff Districts of the Federation a week ago, Mayan City, an important stronghold in Binglin Province where the capital is usually used to defend the capital, naturally suffered considerable military pressure.
The originally prosperous and populous city undertook a considerable part of the military tasks, and those who provided logistics in the rear factories also gradually evacuated during this period.
The "Northbound" green train that entered the military train station in Mayang City has been traveling along the federal "Limbian-Mayang" line for two days and two nights. This is the last stop before the destination.
Due to the possible impact of the "unintentional wave", the journey from Mayang Station to the final destination, the federal capital Binglin City, was set to take six hours in advance.
Considering that there were not too many passengers on the entire route and not many people got on and off at this station, the train only stopped for 15 minutes. After a simple routine inspection, the steam boiler was re-ignited and prepared to set off.
Woo——woo——woo——
A low whistle sounded like a wild beast, signaling that the train was about to leave.
At this time, a young man carrying a heavy gray-yellow military backpack ran panting and rushed into the carriage just a second before the train was about to start.
Accompanied by the sound of the train running, the young man wiped the sweat from his forehead and gasped for breath. Only when he felt that his breathing was stable again did he let out a long sigh of relief with a look of joy on his face.
After showing his ticket and "Federal Military Membership Card" to the "military train conductor" on the car, the young man slowly looked for his seat one by one.
A few minutes later, he sat down in a window seat in the back area of "car B", "16c".
"Here we come, brother Dak." A voice as thick as a rock appeared in front of the young man known as "Dak". He was not surprised. He smiled and nodded in a relaxed manner, and then took care of himself.
The backpack filled with rocks was removed and thrown into the "storage area" above the seat with relative ease.
After doing all this, he subconsciously touched his waist where he wore the gun. After confirming that it was correct, he stretched out and sat back down.
The young man's name is Dak Tiris, 21 years old. He currently serves as the "Special Task Team" led by the Mayan City Outer District Army under the Cruzeid Federation, South Karlov District, and Mayan City Strategic Group.
His appearance is pretty good for those in the army, with black hair, gray eyes, a boyish appearance, and a slightly white face. There is a burn scar at the corner of his right eye that is not unsightly, and his cheek is on the same line as others.
Warrior】Similar, there are many small scars.
He was wearing a Crusted army combat uniform, which was grayish-yellow in color, similar to a backpack. After many battles and cleaning, most of the color on the surface had faded, and the stained red dirt could no longer be washed away.
Although the style of the clothing does not look very formal, with serious wear and tear in some places, and the tactical helmet also looks dirty, the protective gear that protects key parts such as the joints and heart is very strong and functions normally.
Since the New Yuan Dynasty, the Krusted Federation and the Zhne Empire had maintained a long-term war cooperation relationship. After the situation in the Federation stabilized, the "Military Rank Modification Regulations" were issued and the same rank system as the Zhne Empire was adopted.
, to classify military personnel.
Dak's current rank is Red Earth 1-star, a status that has just left the bottom soldier and has half a foot into the lowest decision-making level.
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In addition, he is a superpower who can skillfully use water magic power and has reached the 6th level: inspiration level. The Mayang City Strategy Group added his name to the group of people who went to the capital to participate in "military strategy learning".
The list of personnel was sent to the Federal Strategic Group via telegram.
But as luck would have it, the war in the west of the city has been intense these days, and the notice to go to the capital was only given to him half an hour ago. After hurriedly packing up his daily necessities, he rushed all the way to the station, almost delaying his time.
Fortunately, one of his friends, Wofya, who was traveling in the same group, received the notice half an hour earlier than him, so he was not in such a hurry. At this moment, he happened to be sitting opposite him.
Looking at Duck's clothes, Wulfya took advantage of the noisy environment and laughed wildly, put her hands on her chest and said:
"Brother Dake, I remember that you were in a civilian position in the 'Special Task Force'. In the past, I saw you in a black formal suit, or a tuxedo, and a Putoya-style top hat. What, this time?
Did you choose a combat uniform on purpose, or is it the only one you have?"
"Civilian?" Duck said angrily:
"I get angry when I talk about this. When I was transferred to the team three years ago, our team leader did say that our job is nothing more than writing materials and providing some logistical assistance to the frontline [soldiers]. When we encounter extraordinary situations that they cannot handle,
Only when accidents occur, we have to personally go into battle. I also specifically asked him if extraordinary accidents are normal, and he swore to me that no, so I agreed to go there."
"Well, apart from the few days that I can stay in the city and work overtime every month, there is no peaceful day. Either the man-eating flower appears in the south of the zone, or the alien 'Heartless Man' in the north. This is nothing
, you also know that thirty years ago, the southern country killed all the Lost people, and those who survived recognized their human identity. There are still Lost people everywhere who are against the Federation. As long as they appear, I can't
Take your time."
"Isn't that right?" Dak tugged at his combat uniform and said with a hint of anger:
"It's been more than three years, and a set of clothes has been issued. It says that supplies are in short supply and priority is given to the front line. Good guy, we are basically not idle. We are either fighting or fighting, and it is even more dangerous. This can all be counted as
rear?"
"You should know, brother Dark. We Crusted people believe in fighting from the very bottom of our hearts. Violence, fighting, and rage are our inherited instincts. Have you heard of a story?" Wofya asked seriously.
road.
"What story? It couldn't be a joke from hell." Duck said with a bad smile. He changed his upright posture and "slumped down" slightly, leaning lazily next to the train window, subconsciously staring at the top of Wulfa's head.
A beautifully carved brass gas lamp with a double-headed eagle in the Crusoe style.
Contrary to Duck's state, with a slight cough, Wulfya sat upright, crossed his hands on the table, and said seriously:
"It is said that before the New Year, in our far north forest, a Putoyan encountered a brown bear. As soon as they met, the Putouyan took out his pistol, and the bear rushed towards him, frightening him and running away.
He escaped and almost lost his life. The next day, he found the local Crusted people as companions, and they met the brown bear again while walking through the forest. Just as the Putoyan people were preparing to escape, the Crusted people
But he walked straight up, which frightened the brown bear so much that it knelt down and begged for mercy, and ran away with its head in its arms."
"Afterwards, when the puzzled Putoya people asked the reason, the Krusted man said: 'Brown bears also look at people. When he gets close to you, if you shoot with a gun or run away immediately, he will definitely become poor.
He chased until he ran out of energy. If you faced the difficulties and stepped forward, he would be frightened away. After all, the ones who fled directly were either you from Putoa or the people from Avant. Those who dared to step forward must be our conquerors.
People of Rust. You know, it is still very easy for us to beat up a mere brown bear.'"
"Does this story mean that we Crusaders are born with a lot of martial virtues, and we feel uncomfortable if we don't fight, making even bears afraid?" Duck said without being amused.
"Of course, that's the superficial understanding. But, Brother Duck, we Crusted people always have a natural sense of superiority. We always think that we are better than the Ptoyan people, the Zinni people, and the Central people.
The people from Avant and even the Khitanris are stronger, and in order to prove this, we must choose to solve all problems with our fists."
"So, as long as you work in the federal army and do not participate in combat, you will be considered a clown, a coward, or even a traitor. The more wars you experience, the more respected you will be and the higher your status will be. By the way,
Even before the Singapore dollar, this was the same rule."
"Really..." Dak sighed helplessly, imagining that after completing the "military strategy study", he would have to go to the front line and face all kinds of ugly, dirty, and sick monsters. He was upset and restless.
Uneasy.
Looking sideways at Wovya, he noticed that his friend seemed to have dressed up seriously in a very short period of time.
The originally messy hair seemed to have been sprayed with some hairspray, and it was still combed into shape.
Everything on the broad, protruding face is very clean and does not look sloppy.
Blue eyes, a tall nose bridge, a wide nose, and relatively sunken eye sockets, combined with the white skin, thick limbs, and a white tone with dark blue as the foil of the Mayang City Guards uniform, are also highlighted.
The unique strength and beauty of the Crusaders.
With a helpless smile, Duck leaned forward and continued the topic:
"The rule of advocating fists... suits us very well. After all, in the beginning, we were just the Kingdom of Rus in charge of the Binglin Province under the rule of the Dragon Clan. Two eras later, we controlled one-third of the territory of the mainland, and the West
Aren't the vast territories from the endless ice ocean, to the extreme cold territory in the north, to the Yingzhou Strait in the east, and the rolling mountains of South Vietnam just obtained with fists? The Putua people who started their business by deception, even the most powerful 'Victoria'
' Period, when we called ourselves the 'Empire on which the Sun Never Sets', they were not as powerful as us. But, Wulfya, I don't like calling the empire in the east 'Kitaris', I would rather call them 'The Empire of Fire'
people."
"Call it whatever you want." Wulfya said casually:
"It would be great if we could defeat the 'Heartless Man Virus' like them and keep most of the country in order. They are not like us who focus on strongholds and worry about the arrival of the 'Heartless Man Wave' all day long. On the contrary, their controlled areas
They are all connected in one piece, but because of geographical reasons and the 'unintentional people' from Avant who come south from time to time, they have to hide in a corner and wait for the opportunity."
"Actually..." Dak finally got rid of his laziness, sat upright, and said:
"The most terrifying thing is not the 'unintentional people' and lost people who are infected with the 'virus', but us humans themselves. It is said that the first mutation happened in the war between us and Avant. Haha, war, no
Does it show the most greedy and cruel side of human beings?"
"Yeah, war..." Wulfya subconsciously looked out the window and murmured:
"How long... will it take for it to end?"
The world outside the window gradually changed from steel and concrete to a realm of biting snow. Thick, bare trees were dotted in the ice and snow. In the distance, the originally flowing North Mamous River was covered by thick ice.
Except for the sound of the train running, the entire space was silent, with crumbling abandoned buildings lying across the white space, adding some desolate embellishment.
The sun seems to have set earlier than usual this winter. It was only 4 p.m., and the entire ice and snow field felt dim. The dense and towering woods in the spring have long since disappeared, replaced by tall and well-proportioned branches.
danger in time.
Duck, who was also "appreciating" the scenery outside the window, suddenly saw something strange. Thick smoke seemed to be rising from the track not far away.
They have black bodies that are incompatible with the white world. They are steaming and flying upwards, and they continue to gather in mid-air to form a terrifying black cloud.
Just as Duck was staring at it and trying to think about its source, a deafening explosion woke him up.
What followed was a flame that rapidly expanded outward.
