Mystery Makes Me Strong

As the soldiers played more and more crazy, and the rewards increased, the Fortress Major felt that something was wrong.

But he never found out what was wrong until he heard wolves howling at night...

Then he suddenly woke up: People who play games may turn into wolves.

And once it was a wolf, it is likely to be a wolf for a long time. As for when to recover, I am afraid it will not be until the end of the game.

But wolves want to kill people at night.

Thinking of this, he immediately asked the soldiers to stop their night games.

It's just that he thought of it a little late.

One night, the wolf howled again, and early the next morning, a certain soldier died.

The body is intact, but the eyes are enlarged, as if seeing something terrifying.

"Damn it, things from other worlds come to us, they really don't have good intentions." The major slammed his fist on the wall.

Although only one died, his intuition told him that this fortress might not be able to hold on.

Because soldiers don't trust each other anymore.

Trust this thing, only those on the battlefield know how important it is.

Inferior soldiers who unite and dare to die can defeat elite soldiers who fight among themselves.

Because the main enemy of the latter is not an opponent, but one of their own.

As he expected, the soldiers began to be wary of each other, and they no longer went to the toilet together, at least three of them.

Or even go in a group.

A few days later, another person died at night.

The major had to let everyone take turns to rest, work in three shifts, and keep someone awake at all times.

Even so, it still cannot prevent death.

Morale plummeted rapidly.

It took only two days to escape.

"I don't want to stay here, I don't want to be killed by my own people!" The first fugitive appeared, and then he was caught and detained on the spot.

Originally the major wanted to execute the Fa directly, but was stopped by the adjutant.

"Kill him, everyone is in danger, let him live."

The major agreed, but more and more people escaped.

Even the company directly under the major himself has fled.

The house leak coincided with continuous rain. Two days later, the mutants from the wasteland world finally arrived late.

They were late, in large numbers, and very irritable.

Against the bullets and flames, he rushed straight up.

The strong concrete fortifications of the fortress can still block it, but the defense line collapsed inexplicably.

The fortress soldiers who were able to hold out until 80% of the battle losses were now only one-tenth of them died, and some people fled in all directions.

But the fortress is sealed, there are only a few entrances and exits, and there are guards guarding them.

The deserters clashed with the supervisor team.

Some soldiers even panicked and jumped out of the shooting holes. Of course, these people were all torn to pieces by the mutants rushing forward.

All in all a mess.

In fact, although mutants have tough skin, they will die if they shoot dozens more shots.

Especially under machine gun fire, they can't last long.

However, the situation was obviously able to hold, but the soldiers panicked, their morale was low, and their shooting standards dropped greatly.

So much so that thousands of bullets can't kill a mutant.

"They're immortal!" someone exclaimed.

The more nervous you are, the more you miss, and the more you miss, the more nervous you are.

The front line collapsed inexplicably like this.

The major who originally wanted to stick to the end, but under the persuasion of the adjutant, fled to the truck, and started the car to leave before the other soldiers could react.

"We need to send the intelligence out alive. This is the greatest due diligence." The adjutant's words were very ingenious. He said that he fled the battle and abandoned the soldiers, saying that he would overcome all difficulties to deliver the intelligence.

The major acquiesced.

If he continued to oversee the battle and shot the deserters to death, the soldiers who had nowhere to flee would definitely hit him with black guns.

But he ran away after all, giving up his line of defense and responsibility.

This was without a doubt his setback.

The question is why did he lose?

When he returned to the rear, he was arrested, and he thought hard for seven days and nights in the officer's confinement room.

He finally understood.

"It's the world's fault."

He was only a major, with only a few hundred soldiers, and it was impossible to deal with the endless problems.

When the three worlds merge together, no one can figure out how many variables will appear in the middle.

After figuring this out, he felt relieved all over.

And he figured out what to do next time, how to deal with the changes brought about by those worlds.

Be sure to use soldiers separately and not expose them all to new changes.

Then he heard the verdict against himself.

"Major Sauron, abandon your position, abandon your soldiers, disobey the order to stand firm, and flee back under the false name of sending intelligence, and you will be executed on the spot. Your name is a model!"

"I..." The major was taken aback.

When he thought about it, he was demoted at most, how could he be shot directly?

He finally figured out how to deal with the new world, but ended up being shot?

"I want the above, I want to see Your Excellency General, I have shed blood and made great achievements for the civilized world!"

He shouted loudly in the sentencing room.

But no one listened to what he had to say.

Two soldiers dragged him to the yard, and after one shot, he was cleared.

…………

midnight.

Major Sauron crawled out of the grave.

He stared blankly around.

Surrounded by silence, this is a clearing in the forest.

There is a big pit under the feet, buried with a thin layer of floating soil, it can be seen that the soldiers were very lazy and perfunctory when they buried the corpses.

This shows that morale is very poor.

Soldiers with good morale are very serious about burying corpses, because if this thing is not buried properly, it will cause plague.

Fortunately, he was resurrected after death and could still crawl out.

Otherwise, he would have to be resurrected and then suffocated, and then resurrected after suffocating, wasting the five lives Wen Rensheng gave him.

"What am I now? A dead person? A living person?"

He walked on the road and subconsciously walked towards the barracks.

Just taking a step, he realized a problem. He was canceled in the army series. A person who was shot, all files, identities, and records were naturally sealed.

He immediately turned the direction, which was the direction of his home.

However, this time he only took three steps and turned back.

The telegram that he was shot must have been sent home.

There are people in his family who are in the military.

He must have known about his situation immediately.

He looked up at the sky.

Unexpectedly, the sky is big, the earth is big, and there is no place for me to go.

At this time, he suddenly thought that there was still a place he could go to.

Radiation wasteland, werewolves kill.

That's the new world.

A completely different world, where no one knew that he had been shot.

He's going there to make a comeback.

He lost because of the werewolf.

He is also going to rise from the werewolf.

…………

In a certain classical castle, there are 12 people sitting at a long table in the hall.

"This is the novice area. Everyone pay attention to some basic requirements, and pay special attention not to make face-to-face speeches, mainly cursing and swearing... If anyone does this, he will be expelled from this game immediately and banned for three months."

"There are not many other rules, pay attention to the time limit for speaking, and just play according to the rules."

A voice floated in the air.

He couldn't see anyone, but Sauron knew that the other party was the host of the werewolf killing game.

This is a classic standard field: four wolves, four villagers, pre-hunters and four gods, a total of 12 people.

Werewolves kill the side, that is, you can win by killing the civilians or the gods.

The good guys will throw all the werewolves out, or shoot them away.

Although Major Sauron thought he was a smart person, he didn't play those fancy boards, and he felt dizzy just watching them.

He needs to get used to it for a few months before playing with those things.