Chapter 150: Deep Sorrow (18): Mirrens Message (Part 1)
"Man-made lake" federal temporary military station, "battle command center", underground "temporary prison".
In this prison, which was built less than two months ago but holds many prisoners of the lost and semi-lost, Yaroslav pressed the "officer's gun" on his waist and was accompanied by deputy commander Oleg.
Get off and walk quickly through the damp, cold, prison corridors that smell of blood and stench.
The place is narrow and dim, and the only light source is an old-fashioned gas lamp connected by a winding metal pipe, and the light is very unstable.
Due to the fierce momentum of the federal attack in the past few days, there was not enough manpower here, and no one was cleaning it for a while. The ground was full of sticky things, and there were many small creatures running through it.
Fortunately, federal army commanders like Yaroslav have been tempered in battles. In most of the arduous wars many years ago, the conditions were much worse than this, so naturally there will be no consequences for him.
Troubled.
In addition, he ordered the suspension of the offensive in the past few days, and the battlefield situation in the "man-made lake" has once again returned to a strange quiet and peace. The federal [soldiers] who returned to the "temporary prison" are also trying their best to restore order and cleanliness.
After quickly walking through a depressing and noisy space, Yaroslav came to the next end of the "temporary prison". This place is not as large and complex as the famous Sener Prison in the capital city of Binglin, and the conditions are simple.
Next, he only saw a thick, solid iron door in front of him.
It seems to have been removed from an abandoned bank in a city under federal jurisdiction. On it is a handle that looks like a ship's rudder. The paint that peeled off the surface has not had time to be repainted. It just has a sticker that reads "Important Personnel"
A small metal sign for "Inquiry Room".
As soon as Yaroslav arrived, the two heavily armed federal [soldiers] guarding the gate respectfully and quickly gave him and Oleg behind him a standard Krusted military salute. Then, the two of them joined forces and one of them turned
The thick handle requires one person to insert the key, and after about 15 seconds of complex operation, the small door is opened.
Walking into the room, which was much wider than the outside, Yaroslav waved with his back to the three people. Oleg, who understood the intention, answered loudly "Yes", and then exited the room with the Federation [Soldiers], closing the door.
Close it again.
Seeing that the only acquaintance in the room was Sofia, who was originally here, Yaroslav walked to the center of the room with a serious expression and looked at a lost boy who had been tortured for a long time.
This young man looks to be about twelve years old, with dark red hair, and a face that is a mixture of Crusted and Ptoyan people. His eyes are one red and one black, bloodshot, and should be very scary.
But if you look carefully, your eyes are dull and your expression is frozen, as if you have been tortured here for a long time.
He is wearing a hooded black trench coat. The style and some of the patterns embroidered with dark lines have a bit of the style of the old imperial palace, but it seems that the desolation of the extreme cold zone and the experience in the "temporary prison" make the clothes look particularly simple.
It was dilapidated, and even the blood-red high-collared cloak, the only one with a slight sense of nobility, was torn off and thrown at his feet.
In addition to various small wounds on his face that could not be healed, as well as scabs and blood stains that had long since solidified, there were several blood-red marks on the boy's chest and back under the torn clothes, slightly oozing blood and red "burning fluid"
"The mixture appears particularly terrifying.
Staring and carefully observing the young man in front of him, Yaroslav turned his back to Sofia and asked:
"Is he what you...and Oleg's men call a thief?"
"Yes and no." Sofia stood up, crossed her hands on her chest, and replied.
"What do you mean?" Yaroslav asked.
"During this period, there are indeed many lost people who have sneaked into this place from the 'Chaos Group' and 'Comprehension Sect' camps. You said before that the fighting between our two parties was very intense, and you temporarily asked me to stay in the camp and be responsible for the security of the hidden location..."
Sofia walked to Yaroslav's side, suppressed her emotions, and responded with a slight choke:
"So, we caught a dozen lost people with bad intentions. Most of them were forced to sneak into our place because of hunger, but they didn't want to fall, so they stole a lot of military cans. Most of those lost people were locked up,
But only he, the former subordinate of the 'Wind Mine', Mirren the Lost Blood Tribe, was imprisoned here under Oleg's order and tortured for almost half a month.
"Grandpa, he has worked for Brother Feng Mine for many years. He knows everything about Xinfeng Town, even a lot of information within the 'Order Society'. I don't know... I don't know why Oleg and the others know so much about Mirren.
The hatred is so deep, if...if I hadn't accidentally discovered him and reported to you two days ago, I'm afraid we would never have the chance to see him again."
"Thank you for your hard work, Sofia." Yaroslav sighed and continued:
"I know clearly that you and 'Wind Mine' have some kind of emotion that transcends leaders and subordinates. The relationship between the Lost Ones in the organization is actually closer than that of humans. The 'Vikings' behind Morun and Va
As long as the fight between Chief Xili's faction does not stop, those people's hatred for the 'Order Society' and even all the lost people will not disappear.
"In other words, reconciliation will not come and the war will not stop. This time Lord Vasily asked me to walk out of the small duty room in the capital and come to the extreme cold zone and the 'man-made lake' to serve as the commander-in-chief of the battle, just to contain it."
The Vikings' group, including Gennadi and Oleg.
"Sophia, I know you are sad, but there are some things that you and I cannot decide, except death, of course. Now, you can only truly get...salvation by completely abandoning your past emotions and following your tasks and missions.
and hope.”
"I don't understand, what should I do?" Sophia suddenly raised her head and asked with tears in her eyes.
"Forget about your feelings for him, Mirren, treat him as an enemy, and really interrogate him. Tell him that only with information can you get a chance to survive. You see, Oleg and his gang are really thoughtful. You
There is a bag of animal blood on the table. Sofia, go and feed Mirren and let him answer our questions when he wakes up." Yaroslav pointed at the iron table behind him and urged.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Soon, under the influence of the strong fishy smell and the "sweet" food aroma, Mirren's eyes flashed with a strong redness, and then slowly dreamed
It turned into a normal brown color.
His consciousness gradually returned to clarity, and with the surge of demonic power unique to the vampires, the surface of his body was covered with a layer of geometric patterns that roughly looked similar to sunflowers and "pentacles", as well as a layer of faint
Blood mist.
After a few seconds, the pattern disappeared, the blood mist dissipated, and all the blood was poured into his body. After briefly repairing some wounds, rapid breathing passed by, and a violent cough came from Mirren's throat.
"Am I...still alive?" Mirren asked in a weak, hoarse voice.
He slowly raised his head, his vision gradually changed from blurry to clear. After seeing Sophia's familiar face, he felt a little relieved.
"Of course you are alive, Mirren." Sophia walked forward with concern, held Mirren's head, stroked his red hair, and comforted him.
"Sofia...huh, I finally...finally see you again." Mirren choked, almost crying in pain.
Nearly half a month of torture did not make him yield to the Federation at all. Even the soldering iron and motor, hunger and whipping did not shake his spirit and thinking. Only meeting Sophia, this person with "Wind Mine"
When he was the second closest girl, he felt as if he had met a relative and could no longer suppress his emotions.
However, Yaroslav did not give them more time to reunite. Instead, he strode forward, "roughly" pushed Sophia away, took out his gun, pressed it against Mirren's nearly dislocated chin, and tilted his head to scold
Sophia said:
"Rukinowski, a scientist from the Federation, said that after becoming a lost person, human emotions will fade away very quickly. Sophia, you have to remember that since you chose the Federation and became a soldier and a [warrior], you have to
Have a will of steel.
"When you treat your enemies, you must burn them with fire, and when you treat your comrades, you must give them tenderness and care. I have asked you to feed him blood and let him trigger the 'blood recovery' to restore his life. This is an exceptional mercy. You must know
,[Soldiers] have all faced death and lost loved ones. As long as the war does not stop, the peace and love of Crusted will not come."
"Hmph, hypocrisy." Mirren struggled to raise his head and spat.
"Hypocritical? No." Yaroslav took back his gun, faced Mirren, held up his chin with one hand, and asked:
"The 'Vikings', or Oleg's gang, are really hypocritical. Of course, there are 'Mothers' who are even more hypocritical than them. It has only been a few days since the war started, and there are 300 howitzers and 15 'Hyacinths'.
25 'Corona' doors, 55 'Tulip' doors, 170 'Red Rose' doors, and more than 1,000 'Violet' doors were sent to the enemy, that is, you lost ones. When it comes to hypocrisy, the 'Virgin Mother' is the only one.
It’s true hypocrisy.”
"You... captured Sofia and imprisoned me here. What is your purpose? I think if you don't eliminate me, you must want to negotiate some conditions, right?" Mirren didn't pay attention to Yaroslav's list and said straightforwardly.
.
"Of course. You sneaked into the 'temporary military station' without assassinating or stealing, wasn't it also to discuss cooperation? Tell me, how much do you know about the 'Chaos Group' and the 'Brudging Relics'?" Yaroslav
He said in a deep voice:
"As long as your information is beneficial to the war situation and the 'Universal Energy Evolution Platform' plan, I will consider sending you back to the capital to live with your... friend Sophia and the people of the 'Order Society'. For you
It is an opportunity for survival, and for me, it is an assessment for you."
"Understood." Mirren smiled scornfully, glanced at Yaroslav and Sofia, sighed slightly, and replied:
"Do you want to know first about the 'Chaos Group', the 'Order Society'? Or the 'Wind Mine' that has been transformed into the terrifying monster 'Plamini's Ax' by the 'Poetry of Causing Chaos'? Or the 'Bitter Depth Ruins'?"
The old empire technology and the 'limited chip'? Or what about 'Ivan XXII' who may be about to be resurrected, and the 'Dragon Realm' connected to the great technological products of the Krusted Empire in the 'lower bottom'
?
"Or is it the truth about the 'New Yuan Crisis', the emergence of 'unintentional people' and the lost ones?"