Arknights: Iron-Blooded Savior

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Another siege of the Tower of Babel ended in defeat for the other side.

Defeat is bitter, but the winners... There doesn't seem to be much joy either, their results are only the same ... That is to step on the corpses of comrades for future survival.

At this time, the most serious part of the 9th war zone, after the war, the Sakaz were searching in the ruins for their comrades buried in the ruins, dead or alive.

It was run over by the torrent of steel of Usas, covered by the rain of bullets from the horsemen and sakotas, and swept by the storm of spells in Lytania.

The earth here is full of scars that are constantly oozing blood, and in order to clear every sakaz on this battlefield, the entire land has been forced to tear its own flesh and blood.

"..."

Tracis and the ordinary Sakaz warriors wordlessly lifted up the ruins one after another, looking for the warriors, but Tracys

was already tired, and one of his eyes was even covered with blood.

A wounded Sakaz soldier really did not want to see a bloodied, exhausted Tracys continue to work like a pack of beast on the ruins, and he said:

"Your Highness Tracis... Go take a break, just leave it to us. Although

Trasis had not yet entered the Rentinium as the regent of it, and was not the rightful demon blood of the Sakaz royal family, Trasis's style and personality still made many Sakaz call him His Highness.

“...... Nothing, our soldiers are still uncertain about their lives and deaths under this ruin, and one more strength may be able to save one more person.

Tracis shook his head and continued to lift up a large piece of the remains of a five-meter-wide building, firmly holding it against his back—there was a thirteen-four-year-old Sakaz boy warrior underneath.

"Get him out."

Tracis said to a Sakaz soldier next to him.

"Okay, Your Highness, be careful."

The Sakaz soldier immediately gathered his companions and dragged out the seriously wounded Sakaz boy below.

At this moment, Tracys is not some iron-blooded General Sakaz, or even just an ordinary Sakaz man, working tirelessly to save his compatriots buried under the rubble.

"Trassis..."

At this time, Theresia also came from a distance, and she was also surrounded by some Sakaz warriors.

"Leave it to me here... Theresia.

Tracis wiped his sweat and said to Theresia:

"Your skills, and your speeches can appease them, there are many Sakaz who need you in the distance."

"Go ahead... You can do more than me.

Tracis didn't even have time to look up, just said to Theresia.

"I see, it's just, Trassis, what you do, just as important."

Theresia nodded, took one last look at Trassis, and turned to leave.

Trassis, still silently carrying large pieces of rubble, already had some tinnitus and could not hear the sounds around him—which was even better, because howls and pain always accounted for the majority.

By this time, Trasis's hands were stained with dust and dirt, and the calluses and scars of the hand held the sword most of the time compared to the time it did to grasp the ruins and wreckage.

Steel, rubble, rubble, bricks, Tracis picked them up one by one and threw them around.

The Saqaz warriors were always surviving in a few, and more corpses, either mutilated or blurred in flesh and blood, came into his eyes.

"Huh...?"

Suddenly, Trasis's movements froze unnaturally, and a pain came from his right arm, and he looked at his right arm up his shoulder, where a black object the size of a coin was lying on his stomach.

At that time, Trassis thought it was just a small beetle lying on his shoulder and not moving, so he ignored it, but still carried the gravel and rotten soil on his own.

And now he found that it was not a small beetle at all, but an etched bullet warhead embedded in his shoulder blade, and before that, he didn't even feel anything, just cared about fighting blood.

In the chaotic battlefield, Sakota's stray bullets are always the number one killer of accidents, and some Sakaz are shot but cannot feel pain because of adrenaline secretion, and finally die due to excessive blood loss.

Without saying a word, Tracis pulled out the etched bullet warhead stuck in his shoulder blade with his fingers, and the Sakaz man was even expressionless.

Because compared to the pain brought to him by this etching bomb, his heart was dozens of times more painful than this.

At the time of war, what was left for the Sakaz were endless blood and tears, sword and fire.

And what was left to the Sakatz after the war was the real pain.

The tragic deaths of our compatriots, the shattered homes, the scorched earth... For the Sakatz, these are normal things, forced to get used to it, but can never take it on the initiative.

Why should the Sakaz people be treated like this?

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the camera zoomed out, and the Doctor left his office, another battlefield in front of him, to summarize the situation and capture experience.

The evil spirits of the Tower of Babel stood on the boundless ruins of the battlefield, craters and ravines crawling at his feet.

"The Doctor... This is the latest statistical report.

The reporter, Suni, trembled, handed a piece of information to the doctor.

The Doctor took it, then read it carefully.

"It's okay, you go first."

He said to Suni.

"I... I see, Dr.

Suni replied tremblingly, and then immediately rushed out.

The Doctor didn't speak, didn't move, just read.

"Doctor, we brought W here, before War Zone 3 was she who violated your orders, causing many of our soldiers to die, and the mercenaries under her command were also controlled by us."

At this time, Ace and a group of warriors brought W, who was bound in chains and strong, to the Doctor, there were no bruises on W's body, and it seemed that when Ace and the others subdued her, she did not resist much.

"Yo, evil spirit, good evening."

W looked at the Doctor with sharp eyes.

"Huh... Are you still human? So many revenants of the Sakazi, are you not afraid that they will get into your nightmare and stir your weird brain into a puddle of mud?

The Doctor put down the report form in his hand, turned to look at W, and said

, "Why disobey my orders,

W."

Before the Doctor could continue to speak, a Tower of Babel sniper operator next to the Doctor learned that she had disobeyed the Doctor's order and directly took up her crossbow in anger, aimed it at W, and scolded:

"You fucking bastard!!" It was you who violated the order of the Doctor!! It will be so many of my companions who will die in battle!! I want you to fight for Valka!! His

best friend Valka died under a mine trap that W had originally laid out for the horsemen, and its power was so great that Valka could not even find the entire corpse, only a broken right arm.

If it weren't for a distinct and distinctive scar on Valka's right arm, and that scar wasn't damaged too badly, Valka really wouldn't have been able to find any recognizable wreckage.

Valka was his best friend and teacher, teaching him a lot of knowledge and the languages of different countries, and this time before parting on the battlefield, the two even made a pact to teach more knowledge to the members of the Tower of Babel.

The two even co-wrote an encyclopedia of everyday knowledge, which is now only half written, and another signed author can no longer hold a pen.

Because the temporary battlefield changed the Doctor's plan, he did not die in the cathartic fire of the horsemen, but died under the serial explosions of mines planted by his own people.

"You bastard!! If it weren't for you... If it weren't for you, Valka wouldn't have died!! The

Tower of Babel sniper operator gritted his teeth and glared at the bound W, if words could kill people, then this terrible hatred would have crushed W to ashes.

But what happened next no one expected.

"Huh... Heheha!!

W actually threw his head back and let out a maniacal laugh, a laugh sharper than ever, but also sad.

"I'm you!!"

Then W shouted at the Tower of Babel operator:

"In every battle, you mongrel calculate for yourself, because the demon brethren who were sent to death on the battlefield because they were used as cannon fodder are more or less proportional to your people?!!

"I tell you! The ratio is even hundreds to one or even nearly a thousand to one, your life is so expensive to death, why should our life be so cheap?!

"You died a friend yelling here, and we Sakaz watch countless compatriots, relatives and even loved ones shed their last drop of blood on the battlefield every day, have you ever shed a tear for them?!"

If it weren't for W's chains, she would probably have been able to bite off a piece of flesh with her teeth on the Babel officer in front of her.

"So many Sakaz people died, do you take it for granted?!! Yes?!! Just because we are Sakaz mercenaries, our lives are as meaningless as garbage, right?!!

"There was a battle in which I clearly saw you lying on the ground like a reptile and not daring to move, and there were three Sakazis, one even twelve years old, all of whom were blown apart to block your shells!"

"You guy... At that time, I was so frightened by the shelling that I couldn't even open my eyes ... Now you are still entitled to blame us?! If I hadn't been tied up right now, I would have blown every blood vessel in your body!" Mess with stuff!!

"Those three Sakaz people, Fraser is a happy and smiling photographer outside the battlefield, Lixia is a doctor who works until three o'clock in the morning every day and can't bear to rest, and the twelve-year-old Sakaz boy, his name is Gris, he is even secretly picking up battlefield garbage to save money to buy a little brush to dream of painting the colors of the starry sky, even so... He also didn't want to steal and rob.

"And their death... Their deaths...!!

"It's actually for people like you!!!!

The Tower of Babel sniper stammered and pointed at W and said,

"You... Do you ——!!

W no longer paid attention to him, but grinned at the Doctor, squinted and said

, "Hey, evil spirit, kill or kill you,

but don't expect me to admit my mistake."

"In addition, one person does things for one person, I give the order, punish me alone, and my Sakaz mercenaries just follow my orders."

The Doctor looked at W wordlessly, and W looked at the shadows under the hood, and shuddered a little.

"Put her in a solitary confinement cell indefinitely, and then make a decision later."

After a long time, the Doctor spoke to Ace, who was standing beside her.

"Yes, Doctor."

Ace immediately set up W, and W didn't say a word, just looked at the Doctor with a look that didn't know what it was, and was dragged away by Ace without saying a word.