"Let's go." A high-pitched shout was accompanied by a sharp flash of lightning.
"Kwacha" "Kwacha" neat footsteps sounded, and the sharp blade of the bayonet looked particularly dazzling under the dark clouds.
"Summer is coming to an end." Yang Kong stood in front of the window, looking at the dark clouds in the sky. This should be the last thunderstorm, right
I believe that after a few violent thunderstorms, the bleak autumn wind will blow and autumn will arrive silently.
However, in Safety Zone 17, autumn is short-lived. When it arrives, the long winter is not far away.
He closed the window with a 'snap' and looked back. Feilong was lying on the sofa like a useless person, showing no interest in the elite warriors passing by in groups on the street.
However, in more than a month, he seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and his unshaven appearance made him even more decadent.
"The leader is Yahan." Yang Kong said this to Feilong calmly.
That Ahan? He was also the one who actively led the team in the massacre of civilians in the settlement, and he always grasped the moment of loyalty very accurately.
After hearing this, Feilong put a trace of ridicule on his lips, groped around on the messy coffee table, and finally found a half-deflated cigarette case, and took out a twisted cigarette.
Yang Kong came over, lit the fire for Feilong, and asked calmly: "The operation will gradually expand. Will you also be on duty later?"
Feilong squinted his eyes, took a puff of cigarette, and said, "I'm not going."
"It's really interesting. How did you escape responsibility? You are the captain." Yang Kong spoke softly, but his tone was sarcastic.
"Huh, Captain? I have been ignored. For more than a month, everyone who is not the traitor's minions has been silently marginalized."
"Besides, even if I hadn't been ostracized, I wouldn't have shown up today. Do you want my hands to be stained with the blood of those who truly stand? No, I can't do that."
"So, I'm sick, very seriously. I can't go on any mission." Feilong looked up into the sky, with a hint of cunning in his eyes.
"I'm sick, that's a good reason." Yang Kong stood up, sighing helplessly in his heart.
He cannot get sick. He is the only quasi-technical person in Safe Zone 17. Perhaps his future will have two situations.
First, bear much heavier pressure than Feilong and choose to take sides.
Second, if they are completely marginalized, the forces behind them will 'parachute' real technologists to Safe Zone 17.
But Yang Kong no longer cares about his future. He only knows that Safe Zone 17 will no longer have an independent will from now on. Maybe after today, it will officially become a subsidiary of a certain force.
Follow their will and become a puppet force.
Are we getting further and further away from that glimmer of hope and idea that we had more than twenty years ago
Looking at the sky, the dark clouds are overwhelming, and it seems that the end of the light is invisible.
**
"Wolf, what do you think you will keep? A safe zone for puppets, plus a peaceful life in the future?"
"No, no, no, maybe you will get more resources and you will get to the next level." A deliberately exaggerated voice sounded in Wolf's office.
This office hidden deep in the center of Hope Cliff is very large, running through the entire Hope Cliff. If you go to the end on the left, you can see the entire ruined battlefield.
Go to the right to the end and you can overlook Safety Zone 17.
At this time, Wolf's weak figure stood in front of the huge window on the right. From this window, you could see teams of elite warriors gathered in the square in front of the Hall of Glory. Each team of elite warriors was led by a Purple Moon warrior. Team.
The commander-in-chief was wearing a scarlet cloak. He was Yahan, one of the former squad captains, but soon, he would personally appoint him as the commander-in-chief.
Thinking of this, Wolf might also think it was a bit sarcastic. His fists unclenched and clenched, and traces of black lines overflowed and then disappeared.
He slowly turned around and looked at the person who spoke to him: "Zuowen, is this how you talk to the city lord?"
"Wow, you're still the city lord? Do you still remember this identity?" Zuo Wen didn't care about Wolf's appearance at all and mocked directly.
Faced with this old friend who had been with him countless times and whose friendship had lasted for almost forty years, Wolf remained helplessly silent.
Of course he still remembered his identity as the city lord, but he still couldn't forget that winter night when the old city lord put his skinny hand into his.
"Safe Zone 17 is my life's work."
"However, I should not give it to my incompetent son, nor should I give it to my greedy and incompetent brother."
"Just because the biggest reason for its existence is to finally build a corner of the place where people can take shelter from wind and rain for people in this wandering era."
"Wulf, I know there are still many injustices, and I know how pitiful the lives of the people in the settlement are."
"Wulf, I can't do any better, but I hope you can continue my will and make things better."
"Do you know? Until that day, a group of people can live and work in peace and contentment in Safety Zone 17, and understand that all the suffering they suffered back then was for this."
"For future generations to be happier."
This happened so many years ago, but the picture is still so vivid when I recall it. Even now, Wolf clearly remembers the shape of the flames dancing in the fireplace in that room and the wrinkles on the face of the old city lord.
Bitterness spread silently in his heart, he actually failed the old city lord's hope, he was not that capable.
Over the years, he has been groping for the right path, and even in order to strengthen himself, he became the umbrella of Safe Zone 17. It has been 10 years since he left.
It's a pity that he has no way to use his arms as a chariot. He can only
Thinking of this, Wolf looked at Zoven: "I have to be like this, I think you understand me. Me"
Wolf strode towards the desk in this room. On the wall behind the desk, a beautiful sword hung solemnly.
Under Zuo Wen's gaze, Wolf took the sword into his hand, waved it twice, and said: "The sword of the city lord is still in my hand, and I am still the city lord. Do you understand?"
"As long as you can't overthrow me, completely overthrow me, even if I am a puppet-like city lord, I still have a purpose for my existence."
Zuo Wen's expression suddenly became extremely serious. He stood up straight and said, "City Lord, you will provide the final protection, right?"
"What is the last refuge? The refuge will always exist. And I will never fall."
"I want to take a look at the No. 17 safe area where the fire has been buried. What should we do with that force?" Wolf's eyes flashed with perseverance.
**
Under the familiar music, Albert stood in front of the window with his hands in his pockets.
He liked this music so much. Listening to it and witnessing today's actions, Able suddenly felt that he was the man standing on the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood.
Covered in blood, he looked down like a king and said in a hoarse voice: "Killing? No, that has never been in my heart."
Thousands of people worshiped him.
But that's not the shape of my heart, yes, isn't it
Albert's eyes became very deep, and today's scene would not be his inner will.
Who in their heart would want to be a puppet? Even if it would be standing at the top of Safety Zone 17, above tens of thousands of people, it would be meaningless.
He, Albert Once, has outstanding talents, courage, and wisdom. He has finally become his own master.
Moreover, he is a superior, true master with independent will.
So, in the process, are means important? Does history matter? History is written by the victors.
Of course, if it were before, this period of life as a puppet would have been extremely long.
But what now? He will quietly take credit for an extremely important achievement.
puppet? No, let’s leave it to the Angs family, right? He will rely on this achievement to make a request to the Star Council of the forces behind him.
Then, taking advantage of this opportunity, he truly rose to prominence.
When Albert thought of this, he couldn't suppress his excitement. It was unmistakable and he had reached the last step.
**
Looking at the departing figure, Andrew narrowed his eyes. He said to Henk beside him: "I always feel that Albert has his own plans, and I became a pawn of his."
Henk said nothing. He was not good at intrigues and power conspiracies. So, he was just sorting out his backpack, combat uniforms and weapons, no matter what kind of dispute was happening in front of him.
In short, there will be a very fierce and completely different battle next, and he needs to make such preparations.
But Henk's calmness could not affect Andrew, and he, who had always been calm and personable, became very irritable.
He stood up and kicked away a long knife in front of him. The long knife flew around and stabbed into the cave wall with a 'swipe' sound.
As if this wasn't satisfying enough, Andrew walked aside, took a bottle of the strongest soju from the wine rack, unscrewed the cap, raised his head and drank a third of it.
He had never been an alcoholic before, and no matter what happened, he would remain restrained.
But now he has no choice. He feels his own powerlessness, the frustration that no amount of wisdom, hard work, or calculation can do when his opponent is much stronger than himself.
A hand grabbed Andrew's and he took the bottle out of his hand.
"What are you angry about? You knew the gap between you and Albert from the beginning." Henk was very indifferent. Shouldn't he have accepted this fact long ago
But these words seemed to stimulate Andrew, and he looked at Henk with angry eyes: "Wine, give me the wine."
Henk hesitated for a moment, then handed the wine to Andrew.
Andrew took another swig, and then said: "I have never refused to accept the truth. However, I never thought that the truth would be so cruel."
"Henke, Tang Ling has a problem, do you know that? Tang Ling has a huge problem. Didn't you hear those words just now?"
"I heard it. Tang Ling should be a strong man." As Henk spoke, he couldn't help but look from the cave to the direction of the hall.
There is also a ranking list of the First Preparatory Battalion on the stone wall in the hall. Naturally, Henk's name firmly occupies the first place, while Tang Ling's name is still at the bottom.
"Stronger? No, no, no, these questions are not important to me at all." Andrew shook his head, took another sip of wine, and then continued: "The important thing is that Tang Ling is an opportunity."
"Understand? This man has a big problem, which also means he is a big opportunity. But this opportunity was intercepted by Albert. See what he means, I will no longer take credit for it." Andrew became more and more excited as he spoke, In the end, the wine bottle was crushed directly in his hand, and he let the blood spill out from his hand, and then said: "What is hateful is that I still have to do things for him and achieve his success."
"How can I be willing to do this?" Andrew said at the end, holding his head dejectedly.
Henk was silent, took Andrew's hand, and treated his wound. After a long time, he said: "Since you are not willing to give in, why do you have to do as he said?"
Andrew's eyes were empty, but after hearing Henk's words, his eyes gradually regained some life.
He suddenly smiled, held Henk's hand tightly, and said through gritted teeth: "Yeah, why didn't I think of that? As long as I move a little bit about something, things will go completely the other way. Amber’s plan will fail.”
"Henk, it turns out you are the one with great wisdom, and I am not as good as you." Andrew suddenly laughed crazily.
And Henk shook his head. He still didn't understand what Andrew was going to do
But what kind of shock will this storm that has already appeared finally cause
**
Su Yao panted violently, and his high-speed running made his heart almost unable to bear the violent beating.
He has a huge secret.
Now, he had to stay away for a while.
But Tang Ling, will Tang Ling have any problems? Judging from the secret information, Tang Ling has not received any attention and is safe for the time being.
Su Yao stopped. It should be safe now.
Su Yao wiped the sweat from his forehead and loosened his squeezing hands. There was a piece of parchment inside. There was only one line on the paper: "Cleaning begins, escape. Who are you?"
Seeing the two meanings expressed in this sentence, Su Yao couldn't help but smile bitterly. He sat down and waited until his breathing calmed down, then he slowly took out a cigarette from his body and lit it.
As the dense smoke dispersed, Su Yao began to talk to himself.
"How long has it been? Twenty-two years? Or twenty-three years?"
"I'm afraid people in this place have forgotten me, right?"
"Oh, I almost forgot myself too."
While talking, Su Yao frowned and took out something from his arms. It was an iron box. Perhaps due to age, the iron box had rust stains on it.
Su Yao's big hand caressed the surface of the iron box with a nostalgic look in his eyes.
It was as if he saw the sunshine thirty years ago again, and saw that careless guy, wearing a patched cloth, squatting on the pile of firewood, holding a grass root in his mouth, looking at him: "Hey, you See? My clothes are made of real fabric. Do you want to come over and touch the feel of the fabric?"
"Haha, silly." Su Yao smiled and opened the iron box with his big hands.
"Why are you so stupid? You just run away if you can't win. Why are you fighting with them? Let me see, Wiping the blood on his head, he also wiped the blood on his body.
run? Who doesn't know how to run? The problem is that it can't be run away.
Didn’t that stupid guy not run away in the end, but turned around and got into a fight with himself and those village bullies
In fact, sometimes why do so many people follow a person? Is it because he is powerful? Is it because he has an amazing family background? Or is it because of other favorable conditions
Neither.
At least Su Yao asked himself that he would follow him without any regrets from the moment he turned around and stood in front of him without hesitation, from the moment he tore off his precious cloth, wiped his blood, and bandaged himself. that moment.
The reason why you follow some people without any regrets and give your life directly is because that person looks like a fool.
"Haha." Su Yao smiled and took out a liquid from the iron box. Even in such a dark cabin, the liquid exuded a gleaming light, making people unable to bear to look away. .
In addition, there was another transparent thing, obviously carved from a high-quality crystal, which was also held in Su Yao's hand.
The image of this carving is an unattractive-looking dog head.
I'm afraid only that idiot would come up with such a weak and 'creative' logo.
"You know nothing. This dog is a dog I had when I was a child. I picked it up in the woods. You don't understand its loyalty at all, the kind of loyalty that makes it its lifelong intention to protect me."
"And I am also responsible for protecting. To protect this era and our planet. Hey, look, what a cute dog head this is."
"Dog head" Su Yao's fingers repeatedly rubbed the dog's head, then gently held it, and slowly began to exert force with his big hand.
The past is like smoke, floating like a dream. It cannot be grasped, but it cannot be let go.
This silly dog head once shined in this world.
Time has passed, people have forgotten it, right
However, it didn't matter that blue veins appeared on Su Yao's hands, and cracks began to appear on the transparent crystal dog head, and then slowly shattered.
It has returned.
A boy named Tang Ling also appeared for real.
I hope he is not a fool, because that fool failed in the end. The era should ultimately belong to cold-blooded, smart and powerful people, right
But he must be stupid too, right? If there is no proof now, will there be proof later? After all, the blood of that idiot is flowing on his body.
**
Teams of elite warriors rampaged throughout Security Zone 17, from the inner city to the outer city.
At this time, the thread cast about identity disappeared inexplicably.
Because no matter you are a noble or a commoner, the moment you are taken away, you become a prisoner.
And most of them are on death row.
"Lord Yahan, will Lord Molin also wear the gray shackles of a death row prisoner?" An elite soldier looked at Yahan uneasily.
Ahan held a silk scarf in his hand, and seemed to dislike the dirty smell in the market. He covered his nose, and looked directly at the soldier with dark eyes under his deep eye sockets: "Do you sympathize with him?"
"No, I didn't, I just." The elite warrior wanted to defend, but a firm denial could not come out of his mouth.
Lord Morin is deeply loved. He is one of the few nobles who does not look down upon the common people. Instead, he will come to the outer city from time to time and bring some food and other things to everyone in the poorest and most chaotic areas of the outer city.
He even deliberately cultivated and educated these children who were born in poverty and chaos. He was benevolent.
"Cuff this guy too, I suspect he is also a thief." Yahan said lightly.
Then, the young elite warrior was put in shackles, the gray shackles representing the death row prisoners.
His body began to tremble, his face turned gray, and his expression was unbelievable, but when he saw Lord Molin's calm eyes, he actually received an inexplicable comfort in this desperate moment.
"Let's go. If you don't clean it thoroughly, you don't know that there are so many dirty fleas in this city." Yahan seemed to complain that he was very tired.
Then, he spoke again: "I believe that Glory Square will be very busy in three days. A large number of death row prisoners will be beheaded. Will it trigger an epidemic? In this era, viruses are also very powerful."
This sentence made the faces of the death row prisoners in the team even more serious and ugly. However, Yahan suddenly said again: "But if there is valuable information, maybe not so many People die.”
While speaking, he looked at Molin specifically.
Maureen is an old man with gray hair, but he is always calm and elegant, with a kindness in his blue eyes.
When he looked at Ahan, his body trembled inexplicably, but he quickly regained his composure.
Yahan was very proud. Was this stubborn old guy scared? If any valuable information is revealed during interrogation, his future will be extremely bright.
Although becoming the captain of Ziyue is already a certainty, what if it can be taken one step further? Like becoming deputy speaker? Ahan had begun to dream.
He had no idea that Molin's slight trembling was not because of his threatening eyes, but because the pendant hanging on his chest seemed to be shaking and cracked.
**
The legendary blacksmith shop.
The boss is a short but extremely strong man. Faced with the sudden cleaning operation in Security Zone 17, he seems to have no feeling at all.
He and his apprentice are still building a batch of hoes. No matter what drastic changes occur, some of the most basic tools will always be needed in the safe zone, and the boss's business will not be affected.
The sound of "ding-ding-ding-ding" was as usual in the blacksmith shop, but the boss was forging a sword inside.
Not sure if he used too much force, he moved his hand that he had always cherished, and suddenly one of the obsidian-like beads cracked.
The boss stopped blacksmithing, squinted his eyes, touched the bead, and then suddenly strode outside.
"Guys, it seems that today is not peaceful. Let's put down what we are doing and take a rest. I will be closed for two days."
Secret Garden Restaurant.
A high-end restaurant popular with nobles in the inner city. There are several exquisite specialties here. It is impossible to eat them without making reservations in advance.
The vigorous purge began.
However, the majority of people stayed out of the matter, so the business of the Secret Garden Restaurant may have been affected to some extent, but the impact was not significant.
Many nobles who had reserved special dishes in advance were waiting patiently in the lobby. When the private rooms of the Secret Garden Restaurant opened, they could taste those fascinating dishes.
The owner of the restaurant appeared at this time.
He is really the most aristocratic person. His blond hair is always neatly combed behind his ears without any mess.
The beard is also well taken care of. It is thick and specially shaped into a figure eight, which makes him look very elegant.
"Dear sirs, I'm sorry. Due to some special operations in the safety zone today, in order to cooperate with the operations, the restaurant has temporarily decided to close."
"Of course, in order to show sincerity, the Secret Garden Restaurant will make double compensation to all distinguished adults. After all, the time you all waited for is also precious."
After saying these two sentences, the boss showed an apologetic smile and turned around and left.
Of course, his polite words and graceful gestures also gained everyone's understanding, despite some regrets.
Regret? The boss couldn't care less about this. He always held his favorite little piece in his hand, which seemed to be carved from jade.
If you look carefully, there seem to be cracks on the small handle in his hand.
In the outer city, a remote bar.
There is usually no business, and when today's purge began, there was even less business.
The boss is a weirdo, this is the evaluation given by Tang Ling who has visited the boss twice.
He is very strange. He never cares about his own business, let alone the chaos on the streets.
The pursuit of soldiers, all kinds of cries, those who resisted arrest and were beaten, and the cautious but inquiring discussions of civilians.
He mixed himself a glass of sweet leaf wine, which is the specialty wine of Security Zone 17. Unless you have visited this small bar, no one knows that only this boss can make the most authentic sweet wine in the entire Security Zone 17. Leaf wine.
Taking a sip of wine, the boss repeatedly wiped a strange-looking thing in his hand. It looked like a sword, but at the top of the slightly rounded sword, there was a hole, like the muzzle of a gun.
If people could occasionally see this thing, they would be unable to help but exclaim: "What the hell is this thing?"
Too much time has passed, and people's forgetfulness is so great, so there should be fewer and fewer people who can call it snake attack.
The boss was in a daze while wiping. He kept staring at the old clock hanging on the wine cabinet. This old clock, which occasionally kept inaccurate time, was actually a little special, because what appeared there at 12 o'clock did not represent the time. The number 12, but a large red gem.
Although the quality is not very good, it is a gem after all, isn't it
But why did this gem crack silently at this time
"It's time." The strange boss suddenly stopped wiping and stood up. The moment he stood up, he seemed a little lazy, and even his rickety body suddenly burst out with an astonishing momentum.
The same scene was quietly staged in various places in Security Zone 17.
Some of them may be minor nobles, some may be gangsters from a poor and chaotic corner, some may be the proprietress of an inconspicuous washing place, and some may even be a madam leading a group of helpless women. They all choose to work together. At this time, I stopped everything I was busy with and started waiting.
There are all kinds of broken things, but when countless hands open the broken things in secret places, a funny dog head will be revealed inside.
Just like Wolf said, I want to know what will happen in Safe Zone 17, which finally undergoes drastic changes. This Safe Zone 17, where fire is buried, will happen
**
'Woo' 'Woo' 'Woo'
The Barrier of Hope emitted a long chirping sound with a special vibrato.
This is the long cry of level one combat readiness.
At this moment, whether they were soldiers still fighting on the battlefield, or soldiers busy on the farm, those on missions, or those resting, all responded immediately.
Return to the Barrier of Hope immediately and an amazing battle is about to begin!
What happened? Everyone began to feel uneasy. The long cry of level one combat readiness was almost a symbolic concept, and no one thought it would really sound.
Because its sound has a very different meaning, I hope not only everyone in the barrier can hear it, but also people in the entire No. 17 Security Zone.
"What happened?" Sure enough, people in Security Zone 17, both in the inner city and the outer city, began to feel uneasy. This long cry seemed to have some special appeal, making people involuntarily feel fearful. .
"What happened?" Yangkong also heard the long cry.
"Here we go." Feilong sat up straight.
"It's begun." Wolf narrowed his deep eyes, and Zuo Wen ran to the side where he could see the ruined battlefield, and suddenly clenched his fists: "So, is it such a despicable way? It's really suitable. Their philosophy.”
"It's begun." Albert listened to the music in the house intoxicatedly and began to dance intoxicatedly.
"It's starting." The strange owner of the bar.
"here we go."
"here we go."
Now that it has begun, the only thing left is to wait, waiting for everything that will eventually break out, and waiting for the results to appear.
"Damn, what happened? Tang Ling, did I hear it wrong? The long cry of level one combat readiness?" Auston suddenly opened his eyes, and his first thought was to ask Tang Ling.
Tang Ling also opened his eyes. Did he hear wrongly? The long cry of level one combat readiness? !
Along with this long cry, a feeling of anxiety like burning fire instantly spread throughout Tang Ling's body.
This is not a sense of crisis, does it mean that it is something that cannot be avoided at all? Tang Ling wasn't sure, what did this anxiety mean
"Let's go back to the Fortress of Hope." Tang Ling stood up and put out the fire with his feet.
"Then these" harvests in Manglin always have to be tidied up, right
"No more." Tang Ling looked at the Barrier of Hope, and with just one glance, the anxiety seemed to turn into substantial heat, causing his whole body to heat up and sweat to form thickly on his forehead.
The climax of the book has really begun, but today I can't hold it any longer. Today will be just one chapter of 8,000 words. I'll make some adjustments and try to make this climax as exciting as possible.
(End of chapter)