At this time, the battle in the People's Hall has not yet ended. The Plato Knights defending in the front are still busy blasting the shooting robots running around and wiping out the remaining security force agents. The latter are all hiding in the small bunkers they can find. "Damn it! Who came up with the nasty trick of a frontal attack? Almost all my men are dead!" A special agent who looked like a commander scolded while organizing his men to fight back desperately.
The intensive attack of the Platons suddenly stopped, which made the Gaiat Qin who were about to be annihilated breathe a great sigh of relief, and they immediately curled up and hid.
"Commandos, surrender."
Thorin's voice rang throughout the conference hall. This hall where the coalition government held meetings was originally designed to convey messages to every corner. Clear projection screen images appeared in all directions of the circular surrounding hall. Thorin, wearing a black knight's robe, was
Appearing on the huge panoramic projection screen, this old general with a Nordic appearance has a pair of cold blue eyes, carrying a formidable sense of majesty.
"Your supreme commander has been captured."
The scene switched to Kalki lying on the ground. From certain angles, he was seriously injured, with blood flowing everywhere, and his blond hair was soaked in a pool of blood.
Torin poked his face near the temple with the barrel of the sniper rifle, and then pointed at the center of his eyebrows.
"Quick! Say a few words to them and I will treat you."
"I am Kalki...General," Kalki hesitated a little because he did not want to admit his rank in the Gaia army. "This operation has failed. I order you to put down your weapons."
Such a scene would definitely be a catastrophic psychological devastation to the Gaia agents who were desperate to defend themselves.
"What? The director was captured?"
They saw through the gap that Kalki, who was in charge of the military operation, had a gunshot wound to his shoulder and was lying unable to move.
"I say it again... I order you to lay down your weapons and surrender to the terrorists." Kalki's voice sounded weak and difficult.
Gaia's soldiers have always lacked the spirit of Plato's knights, who often escape or surrender during battles. Surrender is an outcome that is not particularly unacceptable to them.
The special agents of Gaia's security forces came out one after another with their hands raised and surrendered. All those who surrendered were disarmed, took off their armor, and bound their hands and feet with haloes and covered them in a light net.
Several of Tolin's generals were originally affiliated with the prison system, and the disarmament process was extremely smooth.
At this time, there was silence in the presidential office 2,000 meters underground, and everyone was like prisoners waiting for judgment.
The headquarters of the Department of Homeland Security is in mourning.
"Our assault plan has completely failed..." The black staff officer was completely dumbfounded, with an expression that could not accept the reality, "15 of the 18 elite combatants who broke into the center have died, and the remaining 3 have been killed.
Captured, Acting Director Kalki is among them..."
Everyone present listened quietly, in deathly silence. The staff officer continued to operate. The combat armor could feedback vital signs to the command center. He saw that the physical conditions of the three captured people were all red. "Now these three people have been injured. In addition, 141 of the 164 people who rushed in from the main gate were killed." He continued to report mechanically.
"Alas! I said this was a plan that was totally meant to bring death! Whoever goes will die!" an older official cried out, "It's all over now! I don't know how Thomas Ball, the traitor, got his revenge." "Both Tom and Zhao Lin were killed...the two best men under my command!" A special service commander put his head in his hands and cried sadly. He sat down on the chair, looking hopeless. p>
After the failure of the assault, the entire coalition government almost entered a state of panic. There was a dead silence in some places, as if everyone was waiting for the verdict.
"The play is over!" Kalki sighed deeply, "I'm finally on your side. If you had promised me earlier, many fewer people would have died."
"Grand Captain Kalki, in my eyes, you are like a kid who does whatever he wants, complacent about his cruelty and cleverness." Thorin put the gun back.
"Huh, cruel? At this point, we are each other." Kalki, who was still lying on the ground, stretched out his arm, "Torin, pull me up, I'm injured."
Thorin smiled helplessly, and he stretched out his hand to pull Kalki up. Although Kalki was wearing armored gloves, he could feel that his fingers were extremely powerful, as tough as steel. This reminded him of the old days.
The hands that the leader personally used to comb his bun.
One day, those dead comrades will catch up with the living, and they will be reunited.
After Kalki stood up, Thorin looked at his appearance carefully. For a moment, the memory of the grand wedding came back to his mind - he was almost certain that the person standing in front of him was the only son of Grand Master Ashla.
.
His face can be reset with the shadow in his memory. The facial lines of the leader of Ashla are tougher, and he is 3-4 centimeters taller than the young man in front of him, but Kalki retains the appearance of the fairy-like bride who descended to earth.
The details of his face are heroic, bright and handsome. He especially inherited his mother's big and passionate eyes, which are as blue as the sea. Although his face is extremely pale due to blood loss, as a knight, he is really breathtakingly handsome.
"What do you want to do? What does my business have to do with you?" Thorin asked him bluntly.
"I'm here to save you. I can't just watch you all being killed. Such deaths are meaningless." Kalki helped his injured shoulder, which was bright red, and the SS-11 smart sniper rifle penetrated
The armor's ability was so strong that it directly penetrated his shoulder blades. His body could not maintain balance, and he could only stagger to find the battlefield medic. "For me, it is wrong to ignore the heroic Plato knight's death."
Shameful."
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Tolin could only give a habitual sneer to such an answer, thinking that this kind of capricious noble character was not very similar to the serious and rigorous Ashira.
This time Thorin came prepared. Although he had prepared to die, he still brought a medical soldier from Kolyma No. 10 to treat the wounded. This way he could last longer and cause damage to the Gaians.
Bigger trouble.
Kalki bent down and entered a small special protection medical tent. He saw several more seriously injured soldiers lying inside.
"Hurry up and take off this broken and bloody armor." The medical soldier greeted him in Platonic language, "My name is Kom. You quickly lie down and restore your blood pressure."
Kalki did as he was told and moved very quickly. Kom quickly helped him stop the bleeding. He cut open his damaged combat uniform and took out a leech-style syringe from the medical box, which automatically sucked it into the vein of his arm.
, a "blood marrow fluid" is quickly injected.
"Drink it quickly!" He brought Kalki a bag of special liquid and instructed him to drink it. "I heard that you are the grand leader of the White Tiger Knights. This is how we ordinary battlefield medical personnel aim to replenish blood quickly.
, battlefield blood transfusions are too late to help you prepare personal plasma. Plato people use their own rapid blood production ability to automatically generate plasma. After ten minutes, your body can resume its normal blood supply function. Of course, it is not as meticulous as the medical treatment of your high-ranking nobles.
..."
"It's okay! If you're alive these days, you'll win. That rain of bullets just now..." Kalki breathed a sigh of relief, "It was just a second away and I was shot in the head."
The grassroots medical soldier felt that this one of Plato's four great leaders seemed very easy-going, so he wanted to use special scissors to cut off his blood-stained blond hair, but was stopped by Kalki.
"Your hair is full of blood, and it seems like you broke a piece of scalp. I need to cut off your head and check it out." Kom explained.
"Slight flesh injury, I don't want my hair to be cut so short anymore. It makes me feel like a Gaia recruit." He waved his hand and refused, "Long hair is the dignity of Plato's nobles."
"Okay, let me clean it for you. It's full of blood and it's too dirty." Kom smiled helplessly and took out a dry cleaning detergent to clean his hair quickly.
"I feel like I can move without any hindrance." Kalki quickly put on his new close-fitting combat uniform and special service armor.
It is his unshirkable responsibility and destiny to go into battle regardless of pain and fatigue.
When he went to the headquarters to find Tolin, he saw Tolin just having a conversation with President Anand Singh. Tolin threatened the president coldly:
"Due to the reckless and stupid attack by your security forces, I can no longer wait any longer. But I still hope that this matter will have a perfect ending. Out of good intentions, I will give you another hour to think about it. Here.
Within an hour, you must give me a clear answer. Either the jade will be shattered and all terrorist attacks will be blasted together, or you will agree to all my requests...Mangxing City, the capital of the universe that you are proud of, will return to its former glory.
Security and prosperity."
After speaking, he cut off the contact before the already flustered president could reply.
Thorin looked up and saw Kalki smiling. The young man, whose face was just a little red, came back to fight with a shoulder injury.
They are all true Platonic knights. Rather than saying that they long for battle, it is better to say that they long for death, longing for the flames that purify the fallen to embrace their bodies, rise to the highest place, and merge with the Supreme God.
Thorin was suddenly aroused with a fighting passion in his heart, as if he had returned to his youth. Only when fighting for his ideals did he feel such a call, and during the twenty-five years of serving the Gaia army
, Although he is a high-ranking official and well-paid, he has never felt this kind of passion.
"Why are you looking at me like this?" Kalki asked Thorin, whose wet blond hair was combed back obediently to look more manly.
"You remind me of an old friend, you are very much like him." Thorin stared at him intently with ice-like light blue eyes.
"Ashira?" Kalki carefully checked the location of the timed explosives arranged by Torin on the projection screen. Without raising his head, he directly said the name in Torin's heart, "You are not
The first person to call me 'Son of Sirius', some older people still remember him."
Sirius is so famous. Although he only lived less than 31 years in the world, he is deeply engraved in the hearts of almost everyone who has seen him, just like the bright star represented by his name, which emits the brightest light in the night sky.
brilliance.
Kalki thought of those people's extremely admiring tone when they mentioned that he was very much like the Grand Master of Ashla many years ago. Sometimes he would have the illusion that he was just a substitute for Sirius. Even the "First Warrior of Plato"
Such a reputation is a legacy of bloodline. He has always been in the shadow of Sirius, which makes him feel depressed.
"A legend that has never been seen on the battlefield ended in the most shameful defeat in Plato's history. Never has a grand commander been completely wiped out by the Gaian command. Never..." Kalki
Frowning, he lowered his head, "I can't understand why a person can fly to heaven and fall straight to hell. Does he want me to be glorious, or does he want me to be ashamed?"
Torin was stunned. He originally thought that as Ashla's son, he would be extremely proud of his identity and bloodline, but for Kalki, it was such an awkward emotion.
"You think of your father like this...?" Torin didn't understand, "You don't know how good he is, and how good it is for you to be like him."
"Plato has no father, he is not my father, I have no father!" Kalki said in a very firm tone, "My father is Plato's army. I was born in the army and will die for it."
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"A tiger father has no dog son." Torin praised first, and then smiled coldly.
"Is your heart resisting your biological father, because Ashla is a textbook example of imbecility in Plato's command of military disasters? The largest Waterloo of the Knights, the supreme commander of the Battle of Tannenberg?"
"Not because of this, I don't want to be regarded as a genetic replacement. I am Kalki, a knight on the white horse. I don't want to be called just the 'Son of Sirius'..."
"You should have gone through the time and space Pleiades P41 where the Battle of Tannenberg took place many times, right?" Thorin suddenly asked him.
"Yes, this is an important passage back to Plato."
"Have you seen any debris floating around?"
Thorin's question made Kalki stunned for a moment, "No..." He has always been honest.
"Is this common sense?"
"There is no common sense in the universe. After decades... time and space may be reset by abnormal energy."
The veteran was silent. He was the only one who did not believe that the Battle of Tannenberg really existed because he had experienced the whole bizarre incident. But in the minds of the next generation, this battle really existed.
"No! The Battle of Tannenberg is a lie! A complete lie!" Thorin almost growled at the young grand commander, "I have tried my best to investigate this matter, and the truth of the matter is not historical.
Written!"
"What?"
"Those knights and retinues who died in battle were held in a collective secret spark at the 'Island of Mourning' that night. Where is the 'Island of Mourning'? A place where grand state funerals are held. State funerals are extremely mournful and have magnificent ceremonies, but they are
They were cremated secretly, and the corpses were piled up into mountains and burned like pigs and dogs..."
Kalki's handsome face showed an expression of disbelief.
"How do you know?" The head of the regiment was almost speechless in shock, "This is different from what I have heard, and it is completely different from what history tells."
"Because I was your father's roommate in a dormitory, and I knew him well. If I hadn't been stationed at a satellite base, I would have been burned to ashes... I was very scared, and I tried my best to investigate the truth. There is no way in this world.
I asked about the rumors about the 'Island of Mourning' due to the airtight wall, and someone told me that these dead people had marks of being hacked with cold weapons, which are wounds that are not found on the dead in space."
Kalki was stunned like a statue. This incident overturned his years of knowledge.
"Kalki... This world is full of lies and rape. One person is powerless to fight against it. The only thing I can do is to burn the remaining life and shine like a meteor to illuminate the successors." Thorin said to him so sincerely.
Looking at him, the wrinkles on his face, the gray hair on his temples, and the stubble that has begun to glow silver all tell the story of the turbulent years he has passed.
"So I stand here...a terrorist, just a coward who has lived in hiding for many years."