The game manager did not answer, but its attitude made Fu Anan guess that her amnesia was most likely caused by the survival system, and she might have a great connection with the super virus.
Allies are not necessarily true allies, and enemies are not necessarily true enemies.
She was so powerful that everyone knew her name. Could it be that she created the super virus
Hacking, programming, and fighting against the big boss of the survival game is actually yourself
Fu Anan couldn't help but use his imagination and felt that it was very possible!
Otherwise, why were others killed instantly by the virus, while she survived three worlds under the virus; why did the survival system say explicitly or implicitly that the task of virus removal still depended on her.
This is not just a simple question, it is a milestone attempt to peel off the hypocritical surface and understand the real camp!
Fu Anan closed his eyes again to hide the excitement in his eyes.
"Game Manager, are you afraid of the survival system?"
The housekeeper was already trembling, not knowing how to respond to her.
"I don't mean anything else, I just feel sorry for you."
Fu Anan suddenly started talking, "I read a book before, which said, 'Are kings, princes, generals and ministers born with different species?' Ordinary people can also have lofty ambitions. Why should you be born inferior to the survival system just because you work timidly?"
After saying that, she sighed hypocritically, "I really don't understand your system."
The former senior ability steward, now the senior game steward, was as quiet as a chicken at this time.
…
The fighter plane began to shake, and after a quick glide, they landed.
This is a base 40 meters above the ground. There are 20-meter-high walls built on the cliffs around it, and various heavy weapons are mounted on the walls.
Inside the Wall
A large number of fighter planes landed here, most of them were soldiers retreating from the third front. They were reassigned to other war zones as soon as they got off the plane. Fu Anan quickly caught up with their team.
"Hey, why are you so small?"
"Are you of age?"
Everyone else was over 1.8 meters tall, but she was only hovering at the shoulders of the people around her. As soon as we got off the plane, everyone noticed a particularly conspicuous little girl.
At this time, everyone was wearing combat uniforms and helmets so no one could see them.
Some people reached out and pushed the dwarf in the middle back and forth for fun, until the leading captain scolded them and they stopped this childish behavior.
A bunch of fools.
Under the helmet, Fu·Dwarf·An'an had a stern expression.
Next, the soldiers retreating from the third front will be reorganized.
According to the conversation, there are now three corps stationed on the Second Front, and they are assigned to the Third Corps, 13th Division and 7th Group.
"This is the commander of your 7th Division, Norbert Anil."
In front of them stood a serious man in military uniform. When he took off his helmet, his golden hair stood out in the sun.
His emerald green eyes swept across everyone, giving off a sense of majesty without even being angry.
Fu Anan stood at the back of the crowd and frowned. Not only did she have no information about this round of the game, but she also had an inexplicable strong sense of disobedience.
Soon, she knew where this sense of disobedience came from.
This is an... all-male military camp.
There were large dorm beds for 200 people, a public bath for bathing, and only public toilets for men...
Fu Anan was carrying her luggage and looked at a man in front of her who was shirtless and only wearing underwear, walking back and forth on the big bunk bed, talking and laughing noisily, and telling dirty jokes.
"Hey, did you see that little chicken?"
"Is it really your first time on the battlefield? You don't know anything? You don't even dare to come over with your belongings."
"Maybe he's about 16 or 17 years old. He hasn't dared to take off his helmet since the third battle line. Please don't scare this kid."
…
Someone was waving at Fu Anan.
Fu Anan didn't respond, she turned around and left with her bag on her back. There should be a female military camp here, just find the commander and explain the situation.
"Come in."
The commander was sitting by the window with a stack of documents in front of him. He looked up at Fu An'an and said, "Corporal Fu An, what do you want from me?"
"The commander may have made a mistake in the assignment. Actually, I am..."
Fu Anan was just about to say that she was a woman when she suddenly saw that the top page of information was hers.
[Name: Fu An]
[Gender: Male]
Age: 20
[Rank: Corporal]
[Data: Originally the 2nd Division of the 11th Division of the 2nd Corps of the 3rd Line of Defense]
…
Relevant military regulations are also written on the wall of the command room.
The first is not to lie about information;
Article 4 states that men and women cannot sleep together, and those caught doing so will be severely punished...
Ah this!
The words Fu Anan was about to say were stuck in an instant.
"Actually what?"
Anil looks at her.
"Actually... I think our editor 7 is pretty good. Nice to meet you. I've heard of you before. I'm a huge fan of yours."
Fu Anan smiled and slowly backed out, then bumped into someone coming in from outside.
"Reporting to the commander, all personnel in Unit 7 have been arranged and all beds are occupied."
The reporting team member had just finished speaking when he saw Fu Anan still carrying his luggage and was startled, "Why is there another one?"
"Let him stay inside. There's still a bed available."
Anil said casually, then lowered his head to look at the information in his hand again.
The explanation failed, and Fu Anan was upgraded from a large dormitory with 200 people to an officers' room with a double bed.
It’s not big inside, with two single beds taking up most of the space, and there’s only a simple wardrobe and a desk.
In addition, the separate bathroom makes people feel particularly precious.
Everything in the room was arranged very neatly, even the books on the table were all the same size and placed on the same level, almost at the same height. From this, it can be seen that the original owner of this room might have been difficult to get along with.
"You are really lucky to be assigned to share a room with the commander."
The team member who led her in was a little envious, but soon felt relieved when he saw her height. "That's good. A short person like you will easily be at a disadvantage among those people outside. Take off your helmet. Aren't you hot when you're wrapped up so tightly?"
Is it hot
Of course it’s hot!
After the team members left the room and she was the only one left, Fu Anan went to the bathroom, quickly took off her helmet, picked up a pair of scissors and cut her hair. The hair that originally hung down to her shoulders quickly became a dog-bitten short hair. She coughed a few times and deliberately lowered her voice to speak, barely sounding like a young man who had not yet fully grown.
Take a shower after cutting your hair.
Fu Anan found a white bra binder in her package, put it on, and then put on a loose training T-shirt on the bed.
Looking in the mirror, I am still quite handsome.
She made her bed and clothes, walked outside with her head held high, and then...
Welcomed countless dirty hands.
(End of this chapter)