Data Wasteland

Forty-eight hours after the global military commander took office...

Grassland.

It was drizzling in the sky, and the sun was hidden in the clouds, revealing only a vague halo.

The whole world is gray, like a black and white portrait soaked in rain.

The sticky dark green is dotted among the criss-crossing ravines and hills, with piles of weeds and military tents.

Soldiers in twos and threes sat around the shelf, with raincoats draped over their heads. The heat source in the middle was pitifully small, and flames the size of soybeans could only be seen a few meters away, but a little warm wine was enough.

The bloodstains on the military uniforms have been diluted by the rain, leaving only dark patches mixed with mud and water. Only the stainless steel nameplate on the chest was still shining.

Ambergris United Kingdom, 15th Infantry Battalion (provisional) of the 679th Division (provisional establishment) of the Fourth Group Army of the Southern Army.

"The wine is warm." "Here, take a few sips to warm yourself up."

"This **** place is so hot at one moment and so cold at the other. It's so uncomfortable. No wonder no one has lived there for thousands of years."

"Unless it's like this, only ascetics would go to this hellish place?"

The soldiers drank and complained. I have been stranded in the Grasse hilly area for more than a month. My whole body is half wet and I can't keep up with the supplies. I feel terrible.

"Stop complaining." The squad leader with a horizontal stripe on his epaulette glanced at the ravine not far away, "At least we can still sit here, unlike them..."

Following the team leader's gaze, the ravine was crowded with slowly moving soldiers and camels.

The ground was so muddy that the camels would slip if they were not careful, so they had to be led by knights.

The eyes of the soldiers on both sides glanced at each other from time to time, and then looked away silently.

The picture is somewhat sad. Not long ago, the two sides were fighting to the death, but now they were so close that they allowed each other to pass by. But the scene was extremely depressing, and both sides were as silent as corpses passing by.

There is deep hatred buried in the eyes of both sides, but now they have encountered a greater crisis and have to put it aside temporarily.

But hatred will never be forgotten or diluted.

"No need to sympathize with sand dogs, they brought this on themselves."

"Whoever lets them start a war deserves it!" "It is your own fault and you will not live."

"This is the result of offending our Prime Minister."

The Red Army soldiers were cursing and disdainful of the Saudi soldiers.

The latter lowered his head and walked forward silently. They had originally fled in defeat and their morale was low, but before they could return to their hometown to recuperate, they were transferred back midway and were about to face the fate of cannon fodder, so their morale had already dropped to freezing point.

The pride of the desert warriors was gone at this moment. What's left is just a group of walking zombies who are physically and mentally exhausted, disheartened and ready to die. What a glorious scene they once were. They are the blades of the desert army, the best of the best, the holy warriors blessed by the storm by the sand god. However, now everything has been lost, life, glory, everything will be lost

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There was despair in their eyes because they knew that they would die in shame and without dignity in front of the whole world.

The Red Army soldier yelled and cursed for a while, but there was no response from the other party, and he gradually lost interest.

The two sides remained silent, watching each other pass by. The gloomy rainy day made the atmosphere even more depressing.

"well…"

I don't know who it was, and let out a sigh.

Originally, the depressing atmosphere might last until the end, but for some reason, a figure stood up on the hill.

Wearing a red country military uniform, holding a military kettle.

"Respect, warrior of mankind!"

The sound is rich and powerful. As he spoke, he waved hard and threw the military kettle in his hand towards the stumbling Saudi soldiers not far away.

The latter raised their heads one after another, and one of them caught the kettle.

The two sides looked at each other for a while, then the Saudi soldier unscrewed the cap and drank it in one gulp.

The spicy wine poured into your throat, and heat spread in your chest.

There was a glimmer of life in his gloomy face. The Saudi soldier stretched his neck and shouted:

"Holy God, good wine!"

After saying that, he handed the bottle of wine to his companion. The latter drank it with his head raised and passed it to the next one.

Seeing this scene, complicated expressions spread among the Red Army soldiers.

But after only a moment of silence, several Red soldiers stood up and threw the kettles filled with wine at the Saudi soldiers.

The Saudi soldiers who had received the warm wine showed expressions of gratitude, and at the same time they were inspired and became energetic.

Although there is an unforgettable blood feud between them, at this moment, they are all working towards a common goal.

At least for now, they are comrades-in-arms.

Since ancient times, heroes have cherished heroes. They are all iron-blooded soldiers who have experienced life and death on the battlefield. How can we not understand each other's bitterness and persistence.

"Long live humanity!"

"For victory!"

Soldiers from both sides waved flags and shouted, raised their machetes high, and fired rifles into the sky. The silent hills became extremely lively.

The gloomy weather and endless rain have become cool and refreshing.

On a high ground, two pairs of eyes silently watched the jubilant soldiers among the hills and ravines.

The spacious high-end military tent has a luxurious carpet underneath, two exquisite wicker chairs, a small hollow round table, and a glass pot filled with hot black tea.

The two female generals sat on wicker chairs with their slender legs crossed, looking into the distance.

Both of them are tall and handsome, but one is naturally charming and charming, and the other has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, which makes him look even more heroic.

They are the two leading female commanders-in-chief of the North and South of the Red Kingdom, Lacey Maris and Bai Ye Fenghua.

"By doing this, Prime Minister, are you helping these sand dogs?" Lacey said lightly.

"Maybe..." Bai Yefenghua sighed.

"Then can we arrest the Prime Minister for treason?" Princess Qingcheng's tone was still calm, as if she was saying something ordinary and natural.

Bai Yefenghua turned her head and glanced at Lacey with a helpless expression, "Are you dragging me into this?"

"As the eldest princess of the White Night Principality, aren't you a subject of the kingdom?" Lacey asked.

"So?" Bai Yefenghua asked calmly.

"Now that the Prime Minister has betrayed the country, as a member of the kingdom, we all have the obligation to clean up the monarch and punish the traitors." Lacey's tone was calm, but with a sense of awe-inspiring righteousness.

Bai Yefenghua glanced at Lacey's abdomen and reminded, "You are pregnant with the traitor's child."

Lacey smiled lightly, "As long as we don't tell, who will know?"

Bai Yefenghua smiled helplessly, "Stop making trouble, okay?" She rubbed her brows, "I have a headache."

At the same time, on the other side of the Grass Hills, the Saudi Arabia's first military commander, "Eye of the Sandstorm" Aladdin Sabam was walking in the middle of the team with his staff.

The ravine was very crowded and the ground was muddy. The staff officers stepped on the mud with their long military boots and shared the joys and sorrows with the soldiers.

"Whatever the outcome, we have to fight the good fight."

"The whole world is watching us."

"Whether you laugh at us or admire our bravery, it all depends on this battle." Aladdin Sebamu looked around the audience.

"Then let them see it..." Everyone responded in a deep voice, "The power of the sandstorm!"

After mobilizing his emotions and shouting slogans, Aladdin Sebamu regained his calm voice, "Next, we need to analyze our opponents and formulate a complete set of tactics."

"We know very little about mechanical civilization."

"Currently there are only some information from the eastern and western continents."

"Our opponents only have two types of combat units, one is a mass-produced unit, and the other is a mechanical primitive."

"The combat power of the mass-produced type is equivalent to three standard guard-level combat powers. The strength of the original body varies, but its strength and wisdom far exceed that of the mass-produced type."

"The mass-produced type is equivalent to the soldiers of mechanical civilization, and the principle is the general."

"Just now, the research institutes of White Tower College, Black Tower College and the River Bird Principality have all sent telegrams, hoping that through us, we can capture a mechanical original body for use in studying the original body structure."

"Both army groups in the East and West Continent failed to kill a single original body."

"So our goal is to kill or capture at least one original body."

All the staff members said in unison: "Understood!"

"in addition…"

"The mechanical warrior girl moves quickly and has strong individual combat power. The cavalry cannot take advantage of it."

"So, after approaching the battlefield, release all the camels..."

Speaking of this, Aladdin Sabamu's eyes turned slightly red and his voice was choked with sobs.

"Let them return to the desert, thrive, and continue to accompany our descendants."

Perhaps thinking of something, everyone fell silent.

I don’t know how long it took, but soft singing sounded.

"The great desert, the boundless vastness."

"It can accommodate all things and swallow all things."

"Such a great miracle is made of tiny grains of sand."

"Endless, great grain of sand."

"I lean down and kiss you."

"The wind from the north is coming, and it will bring you back to the depths of the sea of ​​sand."

"And I will stay here forever."

"So, please take my thoughts back to my hometown."

"Tell my relatives that one day, my body will turn into sand and return by the wind." "Return by the wind..."