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The first thing that came was an explosion, and Rambo fell to the ground instinctively.

Then came the howling of gunfire.

They flashed and echoed dully over the valley. Crimson beams shuttled between the trees, heavy footsteps suddenly appeared, and then there were many battle cries that Rambo could not understand.

He didn't understand, but he was deeply shocked.

A man with a helmet on his head rushed out of the woods, his military uniform was black and green, and a stern double-headed eagle was printed on the top of the helmet, staring grimly at Rambo.

In the rain of beams, he stretched out his hand towards Rambo, and a short and powerful word came out of his mouth. Rambo didn't understand, but a smile appeared on his face involuntarily.

A familiar feeling returned.

He took that hand and stood up from the ground. The man glanced at the M16 on him, grinned, and pointed to the mountains and forests. The index finger of the right hand stretched out, making a gun gesture.

Rambo looked at him, then looked at the shadowy figures in the forest, and suddenly pushed him away. He didn't know when he had already held the combat dagger in his hand, and a dark shadow attacked him.

The pale face was like a ghost from hell under the reflection of the scarlet beam, the mouth was wide open beyond the limit that could be opened, the masseter muscle was torn, and black blood gushed out. Rambo saw clearly.

His thoughts seemed to be slowed down, but his movements were not.

The dagger pierced out, and the touch of the flesh came.

He was thrown to the ground and heard an angry curse. His body suddenly lightened, and the monster that fell on him was pulled away by the man, gunshots sounded, and a red beam flashed. The head turned into a bright red painting smeared on the ground.

A hand pulled him up again, the man looked at him with concern, said four words, and then led him towards the mountains and forests.

Rambo ran involuntarily. He didn't know why he was following the man, but he felt inexplicably happy.

They ran through the forest and came to a clearing that had just been cleared. The efficiency of these soldiers seemed incredible to Rambo. Blue light flashes, explosions, gunshots—all of which didn't even add up to ten minutes, and they had cleared the ground.

Some soldiers were carrying thick tree trunks in groups of three, and a dozen tents had been set up. Some flying, small machines with propellers were going back and forth in the camp.

His commander, Litosis, was standing in the middle of the camp with a serious expression, explaining something to a soldier beside him. The man patted him on the shoulder and pointed to Litosis again, indicating that he could go over.

It didn't take long for Rambo to hear Litosis utter a long series of sentences in a language that seemed to resemble English. Although he didn't understand its meaning, he could still understand Litosis's current mood through his tone.

Not easy.

"Kill them all, leaving none behind. Stack the corpses, and the pattern array will help you pick out those individuals with a higher degree of evolution. Remember, don't take it lightly, these things are faster than us in power and speed, we All I can count on is loyalty to the Emperor. Do you understand? I don't want to see any combat attrition. They don't deserve our warriors to die."

Litossis was given a brief but powerful reassurance: "Promise the task, sir."

He watched him go away, turned around and looked at Rambo, who was standing straight and not looking sideways, with a rare smile on his face.

However, his first words were not greetings: "How fast are they?"

"Very fast, sir. I can't even target them without creating some conditions."

"I'm relieved to see you're safe and sound. @ Essence\\/shuge *First update~~ I noticed a lot of corpses under the hillside. Well done, John Rambo."

"Not worth mentioning, sir!"

"Too humble, John Rambo. No, maybe it's time to call you Private John Rambo now."

Ignoring Rambo, whose expression changed, Litosis beckoned to his nearest Array extension. This gadget with a propeller can naturally choose its shape according to the environment.

After analysis, they chose this design that is not too out of date for this era. Although Litosis actually thinks it's stupid to wear a miniature propeller.

But the pattern array extension does not take into account the aesthetics.

These things are logistical support.

The pattern extension came to Litosis, a blue light flashed, and after a thorough scan of Litosis, it hummed: "Captain Litosis, the second-level authority owner, Passed the certification, what do you need?"

"Give this Private John Rambo a suit that fits his size, and an M35 Galactic Light Gun, four magazines, four grenades, and three days of combat rations... umm , and then strengthen his knife."

"Received, please wait... Prompt, according to Agreement A-7-D32 Rule 78, this machine now has the ability to instill language, is it used for Private John Rambo?"

Rambo, who heard his name in the robot's mouth, blinked, but his face remained serious. Litosis nodded: "Use."

The Array extension buzzed again for a few seconds, and then flew to Rambo. When he spoke again, the language had become standard English, even with a southern American accent: "Private, John Rambo. Please come forward."

Rambo looked at this strange looking robot in confusion, but the silver-white shell of the other party gave him no ill feelings - Litoxis should probably be thankful that he brought the Array extension, not the Servant or Servo Skull .

Rambo did as he was told.

He stepped forward, and the Array extension buzzed again. Rambo was taken aback by a robotic tentacle protruding from the casing. He did not expect that this gadget could accommodate such a large mechanical arm.

But before his sigh was over, the tentacle clicked towards his neck like lightning - and then, a stinging pain came. He suddenly felt a dizzy feeling in his brain.

When that feeling disappeared, Rambo spoke a standard low-gothic language without a teacher, of course, not a good word. As he spoke, he was puzzled by this, and the puzzled expression on his face made Litosis laugh dumbly.

"Okay, Private John Rambo. Pay attention to your words. Discipline is important."

Litossis coughed and said to him in low Gothic: "Now, you can be called a member of the Empire... Although you still do not know the Emperor, the savior of all mankind, But that can come later. The immediate priority is to get you a gun.”

Rambo lowered his head and glanced at the M16 on his back. Just as he was about to speak, a crimson light beam that pierced through the darkness appeared in his mind. His throat rolled up and down involuntarily—no one could refuse the more powerful one. arms. Not to mention a soldier like him.

The shell on the back of the Array extension cracked again, and two mechanical tentacles protruded from it. A brand-new military uniform and a gun with a chilling appearance were taken out by the Array extension.

Rambo stretched out his hand to take it. He stared at the double-headed eagle logo on the military uniform, and a dark golden light flashed at the bottom of his eyes. .