Arknights: Iron-Blooded Savior

Rankopel struggled to support his center of gravity, and at this time he only felt that his brain was buzzing as if someone had shoved a hornet's nest.

At this moment, Rada suddenly grabbed the hand of the half-kneeling Rankopel, lifted it up to her shoulder, and then helped herself up, and she couldn't see how hard she was.

"Rada, your strength is really not small."

Rankopel was a little surprised to see that Rada actually used his small body to help himself up.

Then he was suddenly relieved, he forgot that Lada was codenamed Gumi's reload in the Ark of Tomorrow! The shields they carry are all bank vault doors, how can their strength be small!

And before he also built an iron pan for Lada, now he is on Lada's back, but his vision has begun to blur, and he did not see it clearly for a while.

This also shows that at this time, Rankopel's brain has begun to have visual system disorders and intermittent fragments.

"Don't talk, brother Rankopel, the clothes on your body are torn like this, it must be very cold... Save some physical strength, Lada will find you something, I have clothes in my backpack..." Lada

helped Rankopel to rest by the cave wall and began to rummage through his backpack, and Rankopel noticed that after the battle with the Emperor's inner guard, his clothes were basically rags.

As for feeling cold, Lada didn't mention that it was okay, as if something sleeping had been activated, Rankopel couldn't help but snort.

Now he no longer had the extra physical strength to heat his blood with the Source Stone technique.

"Come, brother Rankopel, this is the biggest piece in Rada's backpack, and it will suit you at a glance."

Lada pulled out a well-folded black cotton coat from the large backpack behind him, and before he had time to see the details of this cotton coat, Rankopel quickly ripped off the tattered strips of cloth on his body, leaving only a pair of shorts.

Then, after taking the cotton coat from Rada's hand, he draped the cotton coat over himself three times and five times, and exhaled a breath with a thick white mist from his mouth.

Although Lan Ke Per was seriously injured at this time, and the side effects of steaming blood in his body had completely begun to rise, Rank Peer still remained awake as much as possible, although he understood that choosing to be in a coma at this time was the best enjoyment.

After all, he still didn't worry about this group of iron guards.

And during this period, there were indeed a few iron health who had different intentions, but they were all a few fools with empty ambition and no strength and intelligence.

Without waiting for the other iron guards to rush up, an angry Rada grabbed the pan in his hand and slapped them all to death.

Don't think about it, even if Rankopel was hit hard at this time, but it was not dead and could not recover, Rankopel's strength can be said to be far beyond them, how to think is to wait for Rankopel to recover instead of directly changing someone to lead ah.

After continuing to march forward for a while, Rankopel finally saw a different scene.

"Here we are, leader."

An old man in the Iron Guard said to Rankopel.

At this time, cooking smoke rose in the distance.

This is a small village, roughly counted, there are about twenty small cottages in it, you can see that there is a forest behind the village, the main color of the yellow-brown village brings a green.

"Iron guards, be on guard first, and keep in combat at all times."

Rankopel looked around at the village in front of him with his eyes that were almost unclear, and ordered the Iron Guards.

In this place of Usas, there is always nothing wrong with being on guard at all times.

Rankopel isn't saying that every Usas he encounters is a bad breed.

As Frost Star said, when the snow monster team was chased and killed by the Usasian army, it was the Usas who were hidden after being taken in, but when they were hungry and cold, it was also the Usas who put bread and water on the windowsill.

It's just that whenever Rankopel encounters strange people, even unarmed civilians, he must remain vigilant enough at the first time, and then slowly change his attitude according to the other party's negotiations.

That's what Rankopel had in mind.

In fact, Rankopel was right, because in the past, there were countless people like Rankopel who struggled to survive in the tundra north of Usas, because they were too relaxed on their guard against civilians, and as a result, corpses were buried under the snowfield.

And the patriotic old man, who has been marching in the tundra in the north of Usas for more than a hundred years, also thinks so.

Rankopel with more than a hundred iron guards behind him quickened his pace again, and soon came to the entrance of the village, probably because of the cold weather and everyone staying at home, from the entrance of the village, the road inside was empty.

"Huh?"

Just then, Rankopel saw the gate of the house closest to the entrance of the village suddenly open, and an old man of Usas hurried out of it, and then ran towards them.

The two iron guards in front of Rankopel immediately stepped forward, and Rankopel himself was also highly concentrated, although the old man in front of him looked weak and did not carry any weapons, but there was always nothing wrong with being cautious.

The old man in front of him looked a little afraid as soon as he came up, and looked at Rankopel with some trembling and said:

"Sir... Our village is full of good people, and the offerings handed over to the empire every year are also quite a lot, may I ask if you come to our village to do anything..."

Rankopel was stunned for a while, and called himself master as soon as he came up?

Then Rankopel looked at himself, and the iron guard behind him, and instantly realized, and couldn't help but cry and laugh.

A spare cotton coat he had found in the lounge in the mine had become tattered after the battle with the inner guard, and when he returned, Rada took out a garment about the size of himself and changed it without looking at it.

And now with his tired eyes, this seems to be a military formal coat, and the patterns on the two shoulders seem to be a small official position!

To tell the truth, it was really a coincidence, Rankopel was wearing the military uniform of the chief of the mine's top manager at this time, and the entire huge mine was just such a piece, and after being found by Lada, it was coincidentally draped on Rankopel.

The total regional chief of the mine is the largest official rank in charge of all the mine slaves and mutant pickets, and if it is replaced in equal quantities, it is estimated to be the rank of captain in modern times.

And look at the costume of the iron guard behind him who ripped off the corpse of the mutant picket team on the ground, good guy, isn't this a replica mutant picket team?

More than a hundred people marched to the entrance of the village, and it was strange that the people were not scared half to death.

At that time, he was in a hurry to leave the mine, and he encountered the internal guard, and he did not have time to pay attention to these details.

"Grandpa, we are not a mutant picket..." Anna

, who was standing on the back left side of Rankopel, stepped forward, her tone soothing and calm, which could quickly calm down.

Then, Anna told the old man in front of her in a steady tone about the escape experience of herself and others from the mine, saving the slightly bloody battle process, and told the old man about their journey in detailed and credible language.

But when Anna finished speaking, the old man showed some emotion and said to them:

"No! If we let the Usas patrol know that we are harboring mutants or mine slaves who escaped from the mines, our entire village will be exiled or even executed!"

Anna was dumbfounded.

Lan Kepel on the side heard this, and his face sank.

They desperately needed a place to renovate now, and the village in front of them was the closest to them, and ten miles away if they were farther away.

But Lan Koper also can't deny that what this old man said does make sense, and now their identities are indeed extremely sensitive, and it is understandable that they choose not to take them in.

At this moment, a spicy voice came:

"Old Ethan! You bastard!

Before Rankopel and the others could recover from this spicy voice, from a corner at the entrance of the village, a white-haired, but spirited grandmother Usas ran out.

"Ouch... Don't grab, don't grab ... It hurts..."

As soon as Grandma Usas rushed out of the corner, she grabbed old Ethan's ears and desperately lifted up, and poor old Ethan gasped in pain, screaming and begging for mercy.

The grandmother grabbed for about ten seconds before giving up, pointing at Old Ethan's nose and scolding:

"Old Ethan, have you lived to be old enough that even your bones have become soft into mud?" Have you forgotten what the mongrels and aristocratic garbage of the previous gang of mutant pickets of Usas did to your daughter? "

Dare to call the mutant pickets such a mongrel and nobles garbage in such a loud voice on the territory of Usas, Lankoper can be said to be impressed by this grandmother who suddenly rushed out.

"I..."

and Old Ethan's face changed again and again, and finally sighed and said:

"Alas... Come on, come on, come in, anyway, if you want to force in, I can't stop a handful of old bones.

Old Ethan gave way, not knowing if it was shame or some other reason, and his back became more and more squirmish.

"Thank you..."

Anna politely thanked the grandmother, then looked at Rankopel, who nodded, and the group entered the interior of the village.

During the period, old Ethan and the grandmother followed him the whole time, and the other iron guards were a little restrained, but Anna and Rada took the initiative to talk to the two old men.

Old Ethan didn't know why he spoke a little, while the grandmother on the side was much more talkative.

Anna and Lada and Rankopel soon learn from their conversation that the grandmother's name is Larisa and that Ethan Sr. is a couple.

"Nope... Already...... Soon, can't hold on..."

After entering the village, Rankopel's eyelids had begun to unconsciously close down like a curtain, and after each closing, if he did not open it within two seconds, he would never be able to open it again.

"Brother Rankopel, you should rest for a while... If there are bad guys, Lada will shoot them all into meatloaf with the pan you made for me!

Lada who was supporting himself on the side could clearly see that Rankopel's spirit had entered a critical state at this time, and couldn't help but say with concern.

"Then, really, please, you..."

This time Rankopel closed his eyes, and in less than a second, he fell into a coma.