Steel steam and flame

The message has been sent out, and in two hours, this place will probably turn into a sea of ​​fire. The wildfire caused by the explosion will definitely spread very widely. When it is extinguished, not only the surface of the mine, but also the entire mine base of the rebel forces will be turned into ruins.

The painful groans of the other four people could be heard in the ears. Some people were silently bandaging their wounds, or tying a rope somewhere on their limbs, using the most primitive method of stopping bleeding to prevent them from falling down on the way out due to excessive blood loss. Without the strength, actively contracting the muscles to compress the blood vessels to stop bleeding seemed like a luxury.

Some people were picking out the shrapnel embedded under the skin piece by piece in the dark, while others, like Wimmer, simply sat down against the tree trunks, not thinking about anything, and resting as efficiently as possible.

Sighing sounded in his heart, Weimer lowered his head at this moment and glanced at the escape route, as if he expected Evan to catch up with his wandering steps. He knew this was impossible. When attacking the third anti-aircraft weapons launch pad, Evan became a corpse. We must not be afraid of the enemy's speed and movements. Wemmer thought about the possibility that everyone would stay there tonight. But the enemy's support did not match the intensity he expected, giving them a chance. It is precisely in this situation that Evan's death can open a gap.

"Mr. Soriato..." Weimer thought of Cassia. He knew very well the reason why the enemy could not immediately support him. "I wish you good luck." This is the only thing Weimer can do now, although Until now, he still didn't quite understand why Cassia would help them. Now, Weimer can only reluctantly believe that he is a competitor.

Coughing out a mouthful of blood, Wimmer pulled out a rope from his clothes and wrapped it tightly around his leg. Fortunately, he was shot in the calf by an ordinary soldier in the rebel army, and it only caused a penetrating wound. I didn't feel anything just now, but as my body relaxed, all the other feelings that had been completely suppressed by the tension began to surge up.

"Rest for ten minutes first, and then continue to evacuate along the mountains." Weimer said, panting, "Tonight, we may be able to see the beginning of the internal war with our own eyes."

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Patrick covered his broken left hand, hid among the many supplies inside the huge cavity, and carefully observed the surrounding movements. The left arm was almost cut off by a sword along the shoulder, and the cut was so smooth. Thinking about it now, I still feel a little panicked. If I hadn't been alert before approaching, and Daniel injected a lot of stimulating medicine when treating his injuries, which caused the body and spirit to be in a certain degree of excitement, Patrick wouldn't have He would suspect that it was his own neck that was broken, not his left hand so easily.

In a short period of time, the enemy had changed their identity. He found the clothes of a rebel soldier somewhere and put them on. After making a basic disguise, he deceived everyone with an excellent performance. Including himself, Patrick thought as he moved slowly along the container.

He didn't know the enemy's appearance, couldn't feel his breath at all, and even his body temperature was controlled by the enemy like an ordinary soldier. I don’t know how the enemy suppresses my body. Based on common sense, if the surgeons are more focused and observe more carefully, they can feel that the other person is the same type of person as themselves.

But it failed on the enemy. When he came here with about a dozen of his personnel, Patrick obtained the layout plan from the team defending here. When he was about to consider which points were beneficial to the defense, a soldier staying beside him appeared in front of everyone. Unconsciously pulled out the tactical knife.

He managed to escape the fatal attack, but everyone else turned into corpses in a very short time, including the dozen or so team members he brought with him. The undivided distance became a realm shrouded in death. Patrick ran forward less than ten meters away. When he turned around, he saw a field of fallen or falling corpses.

Then a tactical knife flew over and stabbed himself in the leg. The stab wounds were not very deep, because the enemy's purpose was still to destroy the communicator he was carrying. It was this turn back that finally gave Patrick the opportunity and time to clearly see the enemy's face after being simply disguised.

Not understanding his sudden heart palpitations, Patrick immediately hid in a pile of supplies, and all the scenes in that short period of time were stored in his head as continuous photos. Only now did he have time to match the memories in his head one by one, trying to find out who the enemy was as a member of the knight's entourage.

His red face began to sweat from the constant pairing of memories. The complete information about the knight squire that the family had read carefully was being flipped through in his head at an alarming speed. Soon, the information of all the knights' squires and their groups was completely compared, but Patrick did not find a specific target.

But a sore-like feeling had spread from his heart, and Patrick needed to take deep breaths to alleviate it slightly. Patrick knew he had seen this face, or something similar.

"Maybe he didn't pay attention when he saw it, and then he passed it by casually." Patrick thought, his face turned even redder. The temperature sensing range is increased to the maximum in the cross pupil state, but none of the temperature images represents the enemy.

"Damn it, surgical development to control body temperature. How many surgical development projects have the enemy carried out? How can that kind of strength and speed be achieved by exercise alone without special surgical development projects to strengthen it?" The thoughts in his mind began to be confused. , Patrick pulled out the ultimate alloy dagger he was carrying, and was always on guard against attacks that might come from any direction.

The brain is under extreme pressure, and Patrick needs to remember who the enemy is as soon as possible, so that he may have a chance to learn information about the enemy's surgical development project and find a breakthrough point in his current situation. The medicine he brought with him had been inserted into his body, but the needle was artificially blocked by muscles.

Although Patrick had always wanted to try out how the potion felt, he still hesitated when it came time to use it: "I can still wait. With the enemy's speed, it is obvious that he can catch up with me by then. But the distance has passed now." For several minutes, there was no movement. It was definitely not possible that he couldn't find where I was hiding. Based on the traces of bleeding blood, he should be able to determine the approximate range of where I was in the warehouse. After careful investigation, there will definitely be results. .”

"But why..." At this moment, he noticed that the wound stabbed by the tactical knife on his leg had not yet healed, and the damaged communicator was still in his trouser pocket, "Danliel! Are you so confident in yourself, Danlil?" If you can't contact me, I will definitely come over. The enemy is ready to solve all the troubles at once... I was underestimated..."

He thought so in his heart, but Patrick still had no definite judgment in his mind about whether Danielle would be able to deal with the enemy with him even if he arrived here.

"That kind of strength and speed, it seems that there are so many surgical projects developed on the body, it doesn't look like a normal surgeon at all. Unless it is accumulated over time. But the other person is very young, either because of the youth of the surgeon's physique, or of a normal age .What other possibilities..." Patrick took a deep breath and reminded himself not to panic, "Experiment? It seems that it can only be passively improved by relying on biotechnology, regardless of the consequences and side effects."

"But as for experiments..." Patrick's words were interrupted by sudden thoughts at this moment, "Experiments..., those experimental subjects..., Mr. Zero..."

"No way, that person is definitely dead! The family even sent a team to investigate the scene! But,,,but,,,"

"I don't seem to have good luck." Patrick finally gave up, and his body relaxed, turning from tight to limp. He muttered to himself, the muscle holding the needle loosened, and a tube of medicine was injected into his body. In two or three seconds, as the potion spread throughout his body, dark red lines like magma began to appear on his skin.

"You must take this message out, otherwise Captain McDonald will be in danger of death when he comes!"

Happy Dragon Boat Festival,,,it took me a while to get home,,,and I’m sorry.