Arknights: Iron-Blooded Savior

After Rankopel said goodbye to the patriot for a while, the whole person found a quiet carriage, sat there cross-legged, closed his eyes, adjusted his inner breath, and began to exercise his source stone skills.

The speed of the train was fast, and Rankopel was immersed in the exercise of the source stone technique, it was like sleep, just as soon as he closed his eyes, a long time passed.

Rankopel was woken up.

I don't know how long it took, a crisp female voice suddenly sounded in his ears:

"Brother Lankopel!" Lankoper

opened his eyes, and in front of him stood a girl from Usas, it was Gumi, ah, it seemed that she had completely recovered her vitality, and the whole person's mental outlook was very good.

"Gumi, what's wrong?"

asked Rankopel, getting up.

"No, brother Rankopel, we've arrived.

Rankopel was momentarily unresponsive and said,

"Ah... Arrived, didn't expect it to be so soon. Gumi

replied

, "Brother Rankopel,

you sat here for more than two hours... When an uncle of the snow monster squad passed by, he immediately instructed the carriage not to be disturbed as much as possible. Rankopel

nodded and said,

"I see, Gumi, let's go down first." Gumi

said excitedly:

"Well, brother

Rankopel!" said

and couldn't help but grab one of Rankopel's arms, and dragged Rankopel directly out of the carriage and under the train.

At this time, the Permanent had stopped, and their respective teams were discussing something under the train, and as soon as Rankopel got off the train, the iron guards belonging to Rankopel surrounded them under the leadership of Truth.

"Leader, I just counted the number and state of the soldiers, the number is correct, and everyone is also in full spirits and ready to fight!"

said Truth to Rankopel.

"I know, hard work on you, truth. Rankopel

nodded.

Leader, please let me join the battle too!" At

this moment, Sonya also stood up, her body had fully recovered.

"Ah, Sonya, is your body all right?"

asked Rankopel with concern.

"No problem, leader, always eating and drinking for nothing will make me worse than death, please let me fight!

"Okay, but be sure to listen to my command in a moment, the battle of Chernoberg is no better than before, there will be many unimaginable dangerous enemies in it, as a leader, and a friend of Anna and Rada, I don't want anything to happen to you!"

"Don't worry, leader, you said to hit the beehive in the trees on the east side, and I will never touch the trees on the west side!" Rosalyn

also came, she was also in very good spirits, wearing a set of standard equipment that should be assigned by the mutant guerrillas under the Patriots, and her weapon was fist armor and finger tigers, which was very suitable for her.

"So can I, leader, and I hope to help everyone. Natalia

also came, although she was once a nobleman of Usas, she never relied on her identity, identity seemed to be the most indifferent thing in her eyes, and Rankopel had always liked her.

"Yes, but again, this is not your previous group fight at Peterheim High School, so you must, follow the command, understand?"

said Rankopel to all members of the Usas Student Government.

"Understood!"

all the bears shouted at the same time.

"Let's all go separately, be mentally prepared, this is likely to be an uphill battle." Rankopel

said.

Then he looked up at the towering city-state in the distance, the location chosen by the patriots was about a thousand meters away from Chernoborg, and this was the meeting point for the partisan fighters.

Rankopel also saw from both sides of the distance that many guerrilla fighters were coming, that is, guerrilla fighters from other bases, and even Rankopel saw two trains in the distance that also stopped.

They all came.

Fighters, are assembling.

Rankopel was really the first time to see such a grand scene, and he couldn't take his eyes off for a while, as if he was in some kind of epic picture.

"Plavvich, yesterday I met your daughter and wife, they told me a lot, and they always wanted to see you

!" "Haha, don't worry, when this city-state is really taken by us, I will take my wife and daughter over, it is said that there is a large growing area in Chernoberg, and then I can make some real Usas dishes for them!"

But you Yevkel, have always been a bachelor, when will you bring a beautiful Usas girl over?" "

Alas, don't mention it, not more handsome than you, I am now full of pockmarks, and I have been fighting, all day gray, you have knowledge, culture, the armament equipment of our team, but it is really hard for you engineers to repair and maintain." "

“...... That can't be said either, Yevkel, you fighters at the front are the most respectable people, and I will take my wife and daughter to have a meal with you when I have time, nagging. "

......

These sounds make the picture more real and vivid.

These are the fighters of those mutant guerrillas, perhaps under the battlefield, they are no different from ordinary Usas.

Then Rankopel looked up and looked into the distance.

"This is ... Chernoberg..." At

this time, Rankopel finally saw this lonely city abandoned by Usas.

The whole city seems to be wailing.

Not only the people inside, but even the city itself, are wailing.

For the first time, Rankopel had such a feeling for an entire city, the city in front of him seemed to be a wall full of holes, and with just one easy push, the whole city would collapse and turn into dust.

"Even standing here, I can smell the strong smell of gunsmoke and blood..."

muttered Rankopel, who was still a kilometer away from the entire city-state, and his sense of smell was not particularly sensitive to Ruper or Pelo.

But this battlefield atmosphere, which symbolizes death, is too strong.

The bloodline of the blood demon clan was almost inherently destined to be bloodthirsty and murderous, war-loving monsters, and Rankopel had a desire to enter this city-state and kill wantonly.

It's just that I just pushed it down with my own force.

But Lucille and Warfarin must have lived very hard, and it was really difficult to suppress this desire that came out of their own blood and marrow.

"Captain, the surrounding Usas army seems to have been temporarily dispersed by some order, this area is almost unguarded, and it is the best time to enter the city.

At this time, a scout of the mutant guerrilla group trotted all the way over and said to the patriot.

"I see, soldiers, assemble the team and enter the city. The

patriot nodded and said to the captains of several mutant guerrillas behind him and some fighters.

As soon as the Patriot's military order fell, everyone immediately began to assemble quickly, the movements were not only fast but also methodical, and even had a sense of artistic fluidity, which was really worthy of the patriot fighters.

"We also go into the city, the truth, go find the warriors, assemble. Rankopel

said to the truth beside him.

Truth nodded and went to gather the warriors, of course, the total number of Rankopel's iron guards was only a tenth of the team of patriots and the team of Frost Star, but it was assembled because of the small number and unusually fast.

Subsequently, at the signal of the patriots, Rankopel entered Chernoberg with them.

The process went much more smoothly than expected, because the guerrilla fighters and the Frost Star's snow monster squad, as well as their own team, did not see a single Usas soldier outside the collapsed wall.

So do not say casualties, even the conflict did not enter, very smoothly into Chernoborg.

After a hurried march, many of the soldiers were exhausted and needed supplies and rest.

With the arrival of the patriots and frost stars, everyone temporarily set up camp on the spot and began to rest and resupply.

At this time, Rankopel and Frost Star were engaged in tactical exchanges, refining and correcting a series of plans after entering the city, and the well-informed truth was also by the side.

Both Frost Star and Truth have strong battlefield knowledge, but Rankopel's soul is modern, and some surprising ideas and program reminders can often make Frost Star and Truth shine.

The three of them gathered together to discuss colorfully, and their emotions were very warm.

Gumi cooks some Usasian home-cooked dishes.

At the same time, some iron guards were watching next to him, hoping that they could also learn Gumi's technique, and Gumi did not have the slightest idea of broomsticks and cherished themselves, but shared them generously, and reminded them from time to time how to do this step.

Natalia is resting, and Rosalind and Sonya are battling.

The patriot, on the other hand, was counting the number and status of the guerrilla fighters, and also made some short and powerful pre-war declarations to his fighters, whose morale was very high.

Poof,

poof, poof....

Suddenly, the patriot cast his gaze into the distance.

In the reflection of his pupils, an old man from a distance walked over, his steps were Usasian standard combat steps, each step had a peculiar rhythm.

The old man's race is Riboli.

The old man's face was like a knife and an axe, his eyes showed an incomparably resolute look, and although his hair had become completely white and scattered, it did not give people a feeling of old age.

He wears tactical armor and battle robes that can only be equipped with high-ranking generals of Usas, which is a very rare high-grade color, but the saber on his waist is not a military saber produced by Usas.

It's a huge big knife.

This weapon is almost a specialty of the Eastern Kingdom, and is not common in the mainstream martial arts of the Eastern Kingdom.

The Datai Dao is often mentioned in the history of military weapons in the Eastern Kingdom, mainly active in modern times within a hundred years, but few people are proficient in this weapon technique in the history of martial arts.

The end of the handle is finely engraved with a very beautiful Dongguo character using an ancient seal:

[降斩リ]

can engrave the name on the end of the handle, there is no doubt that this is a famous knife of Dongguo, Dongguo famous knives are rare, and the number of fingers in the famous knife may not be more than five fingers.

This is very unusual, but the saber on the waist of a high-ranking general of Usas is a product of the Eastern Kingdom, or a rare famous knife, which is absolutely not allowed.

His identity is on the horizon.