Apocalyptic Dark Age

"Are we willing? We are willing to kill all the people on the ground and take away everything they have?"

"To avenge the martyrs who died, the underground people will never surrender, and the underground people will never perish..."

"We must use our blood to awaken more people and let them move forward in the direction where our bodies fell to seize what originally belonged to us..."

"......, fight, fight, only fighting can get back everything lost..."

The empty and cold dark space filled with blood and murderous intent suddenly erupted into the shouts of thousands of people. Extreme emotions spread in the space, and everyone's heart was burning with blazing flames. The education that the underground people have received for decades is always Putting oneself on the side of the victim, the difficulties encountered by the underground people are all blamed on the people on the ground. The underground people and the people on the ground have irreconcilable conflicts. This contradiction is caused by the hatred of the people on the ground that is constantly instilled by people with intentional intentions. The group The commander didn't need to waste any words. He only needed a little guidance to arouse the fighting spirit of his subordinates.

But the leader understands that they are just a group of cannon fodder, a group of chess pieces that the superiors regard as bargaining chips. For the sake of profit, the superiors can trade the weapons produced underground with the people on the ground in exchange for the luxury goods and precious animal skins they need. Also for the sake of profit , they unilaterally tore up the agreement and launched a shameful ambush without declaring war. They had no idea what the real enemy was. Even if they failed, it would not harm the overall situation, because they were destined to be just a group of cannon fodder.

Gao Feng and the ten Xianjun Jialuo soon arrived at Fluorite Avenue. This miraculous road still remains today with lights and electricity. As a milestone for Gao Feng to explore the underground, Fluorite Avenue has been exuding radiance for thousands of years. The gleaming luster dazzled every Jia Luo and made them reluctant to move their eyes away. Only Gao Feng kept wondering, what on earth had he forgotten?

"Oops, Angelina is still buried..."

Gao Feng paused and suddenly remembered that the pair of garbage that fell just now not only buried the captured officers, but also buried Angelina wrapped in protective clothing, because the news brought by Maple Leaf Mania was too shocking. , Gao Feng forgot about this for a moment, and brought him down just as a communications officer for underground technology support.

Thinking of this, Gao Feng decided to go back to find her. By this time, they had arrived at the Stalagmite Hall, which is also the most important place where the wilderness enters the underground. As soon as the few Garos in front entered, they burst into roars and rushed out first, followed by gunshots. In a masterpiece, various micro-missiles rushed out from inside like wasps, exploding flames, plasma, poison gas, steel balls, nitrogen water and other lethal and non-lethal means in the passage.

At this time, Gao Feng had to speed up and lead the remaining people into the battlefield. For a moment, Angelina completely forgot about Gao Feng's advancing battle. Only Angelina herself was still fighting against tons of abandoned garbage. struggle.

"Is there anyone? Is there anyone? Sir Gao, where are you? Come and save me..."

Angelina called desperately under the garbage pile, but received no response. She waited until the oxygen inside the protective suit was almost exhausted. Angelina knew that if she didn't save herself, no one could save her. After a while, she looked like a corner of a hill of garbage. There was a sudden explosion, splashing countless dust. In the permeable dust, Angelina dragged a person down with difficulty. When she fell exhausted on the edge of the garbage mountain, she realized that except herself, Gao Feng and everyone else were dead. Disappeared.

For a moment, loneliness and fear that she had never experienced before came to Angelina's mind, and she fell into a panic suffocation. She hurriedly opened the communicator to contact the peak, but this communicator was not designed for underground communication. She couldn't hear anything amid the noisy electronic sounds.

Fortunately, it didn’t take long for Angelina’s hidden design as a modulator to be activated. The initial panic gradually calmed down, and she immediately checked the equipment and began to save herself. This is also the reason why Masati was able to survive that day. As a precious resource, modulators have incorporated self-help emotions from the beginning, but they have always been hidden because once stimulated, it is easy to trigger emotions and achieve true awakening.

Not long after, Angelina prepared the spare guns and oxygen masks, and at the same time looked for everything that could be used. At first, she entered the transformed tank and wanted to repair the tank's communicator. Unfortunately, Underground Technology and Chaos The development of the front had taken different branches. She couldn't figure out the principle, and finally focused on the fateful prisoners.

"Dark Calendar, Year 367, May 21st, 15:30, torture target, young man, slightly injured, breathing stable, endurance capacity A-..."

Angelina calmed down the cute expression on her face and suddenly became cold and indifferent. She told the personal terminal system on her wrist the preparations before the torture. She lost her cunning and agility, her eyes were empty and indifferent, and she looked at The man receiving treatment on the ground seemed to be looking at a lifeless corpse.

"Who are you? Are you not Chinese? You have brown hair and blue eyes. You didn't expect to see the Aryan race that only exists in history books?"

The prisoner obviously did not have the consciousness of being captured. The first moment he opened his eyes, he started talking non-stop. He did not have the fear of being trapped in a desperate situation, and his good knowledge was fully displayed. If he had healed the injury on his face in another place, it would have been impossible. A handsome gentleman.

"Name, rank, unit number, combat purpose, and everything you know...,"

Angelina's empty eyes were without any luster. In her right hand, she held an antique pistol with an ivory handle that was as delicate as a work of art. The silver barrel had a faint sliding cross star luster, and there was no cold murderous aura in the weapon. It looked luxurious and elegant, paired with a beautiful girl's face. , it is difficult to connect Angelina with the murderer, but every word she said has a special syllable, like a hammer, hitting the chest, making people's hearts hurt.

"Beautiful girl, you and I are in different camps, so you don't understand what kind of people we are facing. Although I was defeated, I still have the character of a Chinese soldier..."

"Are you worthy of being called soldiers? You're just a bunch of rats hiding in the dark. You don't even dare to fight openly and honestly. How can you talk about your character..."

Angelina sneered, interrupting the other party's sonorous words. The officer's face suddenly turned red, he struggled to sit up, and shouted:

"It is said that soldiers never tire of deceit. When your ancestors were still in the trees, our ancestors were already playing thirty-six strategies. What do you know?"

"You still lost. You lost completely. Hundreds of people ambushed 23 people. You are the only one alive. You are the only one who has a chance to survive if you are captured..."

Angelina struck at the opponent's heart mercilessly, and every time she interrupted the opponent exactly when his emotions were at their most intense, causing the officer, who seemed calm and tough, to gradually lose control of his emotions.

"that is because……."

"Because you always look for reasons for defeat, do you regard defeat as an acceptable fact? It's really ridiculous, you are so hypocritical from the beginning to the end..."

Angelina once again criticized the officer to pieces. Although his chest was about to explode with anger, one thing could not be denied. Their perfect ambush plan failed, and he became a prisoner, the only prisoner.

"Well, losers don't need a reason. You win this one, temporarily..."

"If the enemies were all like you, we would keep winning until we find the culprit who broke the balance and let him suffer the consequences of his ambition..."

Angelina has a quick mind and is proficient in words. The young officer can be regarded as a talented person with rich knowledge. However, in front of Angelina, she has no power to fight back. The last bit of venting like a counterattack was suppressed by Angelina. She suddenly lost her previous strength. He was indifferent, without being frightened or angry. With a wry smile on his face, he shook his head and said:

"You can ask whatever you want. I can tell you some things, but I don't know much more. I'm just a temporarily promoted captain, commanding hundreds of rabble who can't even turn off the trigger safety. What do you think? How much can I know?"

The other party finally compromised. Sometimes the verbal harm is more despairing than the physical torture. What's more, he himself is also a consumable product that was pushed out. Under his hands, hundreds of rabble-rousers set up two ambush positions as much as possible. All possible failures have been taken into account, and the arrangement of firepower points is also perfect. If the superiors give him more heavy weapons, if he can have more regular soldiers in his platoon, if..., unfortunately, there is no if...

"Name, rank, unit number, combat purpose, and everything you know...," Angelina maintained the same tone as before, and asked in a dull manner, which made people find nothing wrong, but made them depressed. The extremely stereotyped voice made the other party completely lose the desire to fight back, because he could not see any emotional fluctuations in the other party, only cold and biting ridicule.