How much can happen in one day It may be just enough to complete a low-level task, or it may just be enough to modify and perfect a weapon.
Of course, it is enough to cause a sudden change.
Fan, who was extremely exhausted, could not reach the center base of A-08.
He collapsed due to exhaustion midway.
And this lethargy lasted for a whole day.
When he climbed out of the tree hole where he was hiding, it was still night.
If it weren't for the time displayed on the combat command window on his left arm, Fan would even think that he just took a nap.
His sleep this time was too deep.
He shook his brain, which was a little dazed from sleeping for a long time, and then clicked on the unread messages in the command window on his left arm.
As he read, his expression became more serious and serious, and he couldn't help but look in the direction of the distant A-08 combat center.
A-08 abandoned the defense, in just one day Without any sign, without any reason, without any explanation, A-08 was simply abandoned.
Van could hardly believe the authenticity of this message until he read it several times and proved that this message indeed came from the Death Angel Military Intelligence Department.
The empire, the Angel of Death, Yang Feng, mutants, and the bizarre behaviors and practices of the organization, when all of them were entangled together, were slowly peeled off, and a bold idea appeared in Fan's mind.
But no matter whether his guess is accurate or not, he must return to the Angel of Death, because no matter what, there are people he cares about there, it is the place where he was born and raised, and every drop of blood shed in his body contains Holding every memory of his time in the Angel of Death.
Fan knew that the journey back to the main city was full of danger, and that he might die on the battlefield during this trip, but he had no regrets about his decision.
Emotion is a scary thing, sometimes it makes people fearful, sometimes it makes people fearless.
It's like candy coated with chronic poison, making people fearful and addictive.
Even though there is no way forward for this journey, Fan still has a reason why he must go on the journey.
Art was leaning in the ditch outside the walls of the Angel of Death.
Behind him was the last line of defense of the Angel of Death.
The refugees who originally lived outside the main city have long been cleared away, so the outside of the main city, which is built on the mountain, now looks extra empty.
Like almost all low-level reformers, he had doubts about the organization's rapid collapse, and was also puzzled by the abandonment of A-08.
But it is just doubt and confusion.
In any case, it is something decided by the top management of the organization.
They can only accept it and must accept it.
Art's right eyelid kept twitching today, and no matter what he did, it would not help.
He rubbed his right eyelid irritably and moved slightly closer to Qiangwei beside him.
"Have the enemies come yet?"
he asked.
"No."
Qiangwei was looking back and forth through the scope of the sniper rifle.
"Let's take a break.
Even if they attack, it will take a long time to come back.
And by then, someone will naturally remind us."
Art sat down on the ground.
Qiangwei frowned and glanced at Art, "If everyone thinks so, who will remind others?"
"Ha, of course there are them."
Art pointed at the group of Cyborg warriors who were constantly patrolling on the towering city wall behind him.
Qiangwei glanced at Art expressionlessly and said nothing.
"He's really stupid.
He just leaves every time without even saying hello."
Art rubbed his twitching right eyelid again, "I don't know how he is doing now."
He sighed softly.
Qiangwei's hands holding the weapon trembled slightly subconsciously when she heard the word Brahma.
"Hey, Qiangwei, you like our leader, right?"
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Art suddenly laughed.
"You, what did you say?"
Qiangwei's face immediately turned slightly red, and the hand holding the gun was trembling.
Arte looked at Nervous Rose thoughtfully, "Stop covering it up.
Who can't see what you mean to your boss, of course, except himself."
Arte shrugged.
"Don't talk nonsense, I just respect him."
Qiangwei blushed.
"Lao Ma, do you believe what she said?"
Art asked Mark on the side with a grin.
Mark touched his bald head and said, "As for whether you believe it or not, I don't believe it anyway."
Seeing the grinning eyes of the people around her, Qiangwei wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl in.
"Qiangwei, when the boss comes back, why don't I personally help you talk and talk to our boss.
Although he is not easy to talk to, he still takes my words very seriously."
Art grinned proudly.
"That's right, Fan has always been very nice to Art.
I even bought strengthening liquid as a gift for him.
If he makes peace, maybe this matter will be settled."
Mark smiled and rubbed his shiny bald head.
"Hahahaha."
The other soldiers around him laughed happily.
Qiangwei blushed with embarrassment, and her chest, which was not rising due to nervousness, bulged, "Art, if you keep talking nonsense, I will smash your mouth."
"You have to think carefully, if you smash my mouth, no one will be able to help you make peace."
"Hahahaha" louder laughter sounded all around.
These people gathered in the same trench, who were a little nervous at first, began to feel relaxed amidst such laughter.
No one would stop Art's somewhat ridiculous behavior before the war.
The overly tense battlefield environment itself made people feel anxious, but Art's behavior swept away this tense atmosphere. .
So as this relaxed atmosphere spread farther and farther, more and more people began to join in.
They temporarily forgot their nervousness, letting go of their fear of death and worries about defeat.
They know that the enemy is coming, and they also know that the upcoming war will be unprecedentedly brutal, but they are all defenders, heroes fighting to protect their homeland.
Those past personal grudges, past gains and losses, honors and disgrace, all become insignificant and insignificant when their homeland is violated.
The soldiers who once criticized the organization more or less, when faced with the invasion of foreign enemies, ran to the front line more bravely than others, using their bodies and lives to build a solid line of defense.
It is precisely because of deep love that we strive for excellence and have expectations.
Everyone knows that they may eventually die on this battlefield, but no one will leave the defense line at this moment and survive alone.
Because standing behind them are their comrades and their home Death is not actually scary, what is scary is the fear of the process of death.
And when everyone ignores this process in a relaxed atmosphere, death becomes insignificant.
So when the battle horn finally sounded when the troops were approaching the city.
Art and the others still had smiles on their faces that had not yet retreated.
They picked up the weapons in their hands as they normally would, without any nervousness or fear.
There is only a heart that fights to the end.
The greatness of human nature always thrives in despair
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