Steel Steam and Flame

The message has been sent out, and in two hours, this place will probably become a sea of ​​flames. 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 become ruins.

The painful groans of the other four people heard in the ears. Some people were bandaging their wounds or tying their limbs with a rope, using the most primitive way to stop bleeding to prevent themselves from falling on the way of evacuation due to excessive blood loss. Without the strength, active contraction of muscles to compress blood vessels to stop bleeding also appears to be a luxury.

Some people were pulling out pieces of shrapnel embedded under the skin in the dark. Others, like Wimmer, simply sat down on a tree trunk, thinking about nothing, and rested as efficiently as possible.

A sigh sounded in his heart, and Vermeer lowered his head at this time and glanced at the escape route, as if expecting Evan to catch up with dangling footsteps at this time. He knew this was impossible. When attacking the third anti-aircraft weapon launch pad, Evan became a corpse. The enemy's speed and movement must not be afraid of quickness, Weimer thought of the possibility that everyone would stay there tonight. But the enemy's support did not match the intensity he expected, which gave them a chance. It is precisely this situation that Evan's death can open a gap.

"Mr. Soriatu..." Wimmer thought of Cassia, he knew the reason why the enemy could not immediately support him, "Good luck." This is the only thing Wimmer can do now, although Up to now, he still doesn't quite understand why Cassia will help them. Said it is a competitor, Weimer can only reluctantly believe it now.

Coughing out a mouthful of blood, Vermeer drew a rope from his clothes and wrapped it tightly around his leg. The calf was shot. Fortunately, a shot fired by an ordinary soldier in the army of the rebel forces was only a shot through it. I didn't feel a bit just now, but as my body relaxed, other feelings that were completely suppressed by the tension began to surge.

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

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Patrick clutched his broken left hand, hiding in the many supplies in the huge cavity, carefully observing the surrounding movement. The left arm was cut off by a sword almost along the shoulder, and the incision was simply and smooth. Now that I think about it, I still feel a little flustered. If it weren’t for being alert before approaching, and Dan Lier injected a lot of stimulants when he was treating his injury, causing this body and spirit to be in a certain state of excitement, Patrick would not I would suspect that I broke my neck, not a left hand so easily.

In a short period of time, the enemy has changed their identities. I don't know where they found the clothes of rebel soldiers and put them on. After doing basic disguise, they deceived everyone with an excellent performance. This included himself, Patrick thought as he moved slowly forward along the container.

I don't know what the enemy looks like, I can't feel it at all, and even his body temperature is controlled by the enemy to be like ordinary soldiers. I don't know how the enemy suppresses his body. According to common sense, between the surgeons, pay more attention and observe more carefully, and you can feel that the opponent is the same type of person as you.

But it failed on the enemy, and came here with a dozen of his own personnel. Patrick obtained a layout plan from the defensive team. When he was about to consider which points would be beneficial to the defense, a soldier standing by his side was in everyone’s hands. Draw a tactical knife out of consciousness.

He had escaped a fatal attack, but everyone else became a corpse in a very short time, including the dozen or so team members he brought with him. The unopened distance became a realm shrouded by death. Patrick ran forward less than ten meters away, and when he turned around, he saw a fallen or falling corpse.

Then a tactical knife flew over and stabbed him in his leg. The stabbing wound was not very deep, because the enemy's purpose was still to destroy the communicator he was carrying. It was also this time to look back that finally gave Patrick the opportunity and time to see the enemy's face after a simple disguise.

Not understanding the sudden heart palpitations at the time, Patrick immediately hid in a pile of supplies, and all the pictures in that short period of time became continuous photos and stored in his head. Only then did he have time to match the memories in his head one by one, trying to find out whether the enemy was a member of the knight attendant.

The flushed face began to sweat in the constant matching of memories, and the complete information about the knight attendants that the family had read carefully was in his head, being read at an astonishing speed. Soon, all the information of the knight attendants and his group was completely compared, and Patrick did not find a specific target.

But a soreness-like sensation has spread from the heart, and Patrick needs to breathe deeply to relieve it slightly. Patrick knew he had seen this face, or something similar.

"It should be because I didn't pay attention to it at the time, and then I was rushed over at will." Patrick thought, his face flushed even more. The temperature sensing range is increased to the maximum in the cross pupil state, but none of the temperature imaging represents the enemy.

"Damn it, the development of surgery to control body temperature. After all, the enemy has carried out several surgical development projects. That kind of power and speed, without special surgical development projects to strengthen, how can it be achieved by exercise alone." The thoughts in my heart began to be confused. , Patrick drew out the ultimate alloy dagger he was carrying, and has been alert to attacks that may surprise from any direction.

The brain is extremely oppressed, and Patrick needs to remember who the enemy is as soon as possible, so that he may have the opportunity to know the enemy's surgical development project information and find a breakthrough in his current situation. The medicine carried on the body has been inserted into the body, but the needle is artificially blocked by muscles.

Although Patrick has always wanted to try the potion how it feels, but when he really needs to use it, he still hesitates: "I can continue to wait. At the speed of the enemy, I can obviously catch up with me at that time. But the distance has passed now. For a few minutes, there has been no movement. It is definitely not that I can't find where I am hiding. Based on the traces of blood flowing out, he should be able to determine the approximate scope of my in the warehouse. After careful investigation, there will definitely be results. ."

"But why..." At this moment, he noticed that the wound pierced by the tactical knife had not healed, and the damaged communicator was still in the pocket of his pants, "Dan Lier! Are you so confident in yourself, Dan Li If you can't contact me, you will definitely come over. The enemy is ready to solve all the troubles at once...

Thinking like this in his heart, Patrick still has no definite judgment in his heart about whether Dan Lier might be able to solve the enemy together with him~www.ltnovel.com~ even if Dan Lil arrived here.

"That kind of power and speed, it seems that there are so many surgical items developed on the body, it is not like a normal surgeon at all. Unless it depends on time to accumulate. But the other party is very young, not because of the surgeon’s physique, or the normal age What are the other possibilities..." Patrick took a deep breath, reminding himself not to panic, "Experiments? It seems that only relying on biotechnology, regardless of the consequences and side effects, passively improve."

"But the words of the experiment..." Patrick's words were interrupted by a sudden thought at this moment, "Experiments...,, those experimental subjects..."

"No, it's already determined to be a dead person! The family has also sent a special team to the scene to investigate! But..."

"My luck doesn't seem to be very good." Patrick was finally discouraged, his body relaxed from tight to limp. He said to himself, the muscle holding the needle loosened, and a tube of medicine was injected into the body. In two or three seconds, when the potion was delivered to his body, dark red magma-like lines appeared on his skin.

"Be sure to take this message out, otherwise Captain Macdonald will be in danger of death when he comes!"