Inside the Red Cross.
Guy, who was lying on the hospital bed, slowly opened his eyes. He propped up his arms, leaned against the head of the bed, lowered his head and shook his already intact hands with some surprise.
His injuries healed strangely overnight.
Guy looked up, and was even more surprised when he saw Bai Liu standing next to his bed: "Why are you here?"
"Perhaps you should say thank you first?" Bai Liu smiled and pointed to the wounds Guy had healed. "I stole Alex's medicine to treat you. Although it is only for external use, it seems to be effective."
Guy looked at the craters on his hand without scars, showing pride and nostalgia: "Yes, he is a very good guy."
"Alex doesn't want you to be cured at all, but I believe you have your own decision." Bai Liu sat on the bed and looked up at Guy. "I remember I told you the night before I got married. What?"
Guy hummed lightly. He fell into a deep thought and whispered: "You said, because God doesn't want us to be happy, he created a war."
"Because we live too happily, we don't need the existence of God."
Guy raised his head, and he looked directly at Bai Liu resolutely: "It is your words that made me determined to betray."
"I want to enter the natives and destroy their belief in gods."
Bai Liu's lips curled up slightly, his eyes lowered: "Really?"
—Same as he thought.
A big battle is needed next, and Alex's third-party camp takes shape.
Alex left alone when Guy was about to wake up. He didn't let Bai Liu tell Guy that he had been there. He just stayed outside Guy’s tent, sitting in a wheelchair and staring around him in a daze. Often people.
This side and the enemy’s wounded soldiers rushed to and fro anxiously. The blood dripped on the ground and pulled out red lines, which were criss-crossed around him to form an invisible net. The center of the net was him and the cover behind him. Yi.
Bai Liu opened the tent and came out. He squinted at Alex in the wheelchair: "Does it feel like I can't stop all of this?"
Alex was silent for a long time before he hummed hoarsely: "The natives said that all this was the will of God. I laughed with Guy for a long time, but now I want to come..."
"... All these things God made, maybe only God can stop it."
Bai Liu lowered his eyes: "Perhaps."
Alexton spoke abruptly for a while: "I have thought about applying the medicine I tested to these people to extend their lives and hope they can survive."
"But I found that no matter how long they are extended, they will still die, but after death they can move and become a moving, offensive corpse."
Alex’s eyelashes trembled: "The corpse has no memory, no emotion, no soul, but it can move, hug, and kill. I feel scared. I think I have created a terrible war monster. , I dare not tell anyone."
"Except Guy."
Alex chuckled dazedly, tears falling from his eyelashes:
"He said, he doesn't think such a thing is terrible. If one day, he becomes such a monster, he will not feel sad because he can hug me tightly after death."
"War will turn this moving corpse into a weapon, but people in love will use this weapon to embrace each other."
Alex turned his head to look at Bai Liu, his expression was blank, as if asking Bai Liu, and he seemed to be asking himself: "—Should I use this medicine?"
Bai Liu held the back of his wheelchair and looked down at him calmly: "Don't you already have the answer?"
Alex clenched the potion bottle in his hand, lowered his head, and said to himself: "If... I won't use it."
"There are too few people in this world who love each other, and medicine can only become a weapon to dismantle them."
Bai Liu turned his head and glanced at the tent, and said softly, "Sometimes it may not be external things to dismantle the people you love, but one of them has chosen a different path from you."
"And you can't stop him."
Alex smiled bitterly: "Yes, Bai Liu, why do you have to tell me the reason that really caused me and Guy to separate?"
"You are really... rational and cruel. You want to watch your lover's path to self-destruction, Bai Liu, you don't understand what kind of pain this is."
Bai Liu looked down and said, "Perhaps."
He said, pushing Alex's wheelchair out.
The recovered Guy sneaked out silently from behind the tent. He looked back at the front of the tent from a distance. The front was empty and there was nothing except two wheelchair tracks on the ground.
It was as if the voice of Alex he heard vaguely was an illusion caused by missing him too much.
Guy paused for a while, and left without looking back.
The morning light is faint.
The water in the central lake was covered with shuttle-shaped wooden boats. On each boat stood five to ten indigenous soldiers. Under the gloomy dark green water, the assault team of soldiers approached silently with mines.
At exactly 6:25 in the morning, all the lurking soldiers adjusted their watches to the same time before entering the water. The bombing of the war first started from under the water.
After the boat capsized for a while, the assault team quickly retreated and began to ambush other mines in an orderly manner along the canal where the water flows, preventing the group of indigenous soldiers in the central lake from attacking along the river.
It was a perfect raid until a heavy rain came.
The artillery at the back loaded bombs in the rainforest under heavy rain. Almost all of the tens of thousands of bombs in the first batch that could have caused huge turbulence were driven into the mud pit by the rain before hitting the target. Cause the desired effect.
As the water level of the lakes and rivers blocked by mines rose rapidly, the influence of the lakes and rivers became smaller in an instant. Countless indigenous people rushed out on boats, and as the rain fell, the war became stalemate.
Tang Erda's whole figure seemed to have been fished out of muddy water. Half of his face was muddy. He touched his face, shaking his hand and shook the gun that was half a catty in the mud. , I was about to lose a skill weapon.
The spades next to him used a gun/stick to suppress Tang Erda's attempt to throw the gun.
Tang Er turned his head back, and asked suspiciously, "What are you doing?"
The spades' clothes were also completely immersed in muddy water, and his face was stained with mud spots, making the exposed skin a thrilling whiteness: "You and Bai Liu are in the same group, aren't they?"
Tang Erda nodded hesitantly.
Spades' eyes had a faint light in the pouring rain: "Don't use skill weapons, take a gun, let's go back to the lake."
"I found a spot in the corpse reserve."
The other end.
The killer man sits on a swaying boat on the lake.
In the noise caused by heavy rain and thunder and lightning, Nishen almost split his voice: "Is there a place to find a reserve of corpses?"
Bai Jiamu wiped the rain dripping from his jaw and shook his head: "I have searched on the land, and no obvious reserve point has been triggered."
Usually this kind of points task is divided into two parts, the first is to find the correct points objects, such as moving corpses, and the second is to find the points of points, and the corpses must be placed in the designated place before they are officially counted into the team. Of points.
"There is a problem with the corpse, not the normal corpse we thought." Nishen wore a steel helmet and sat cross-legged on the boat like a contractor, swaying and shaking. The rain on his head was stubborn. The stubble field flows down, as if a small waterfall hung in front of us, "We did not find the correct point object, and there is no way to use the point object to trigger the point of integration."
He touched his face and took a deep breath: "The spades' intuition is still accurate, and the body pieces of the points object should be produced on the enemy's side."
"We are not in the same camp with the spades, so we can only find another way and wait for the mainline npc to defect and give us points of corpse."
Bai Jiamu shouted: "Nishen, when do you think the mainline npc will betray?"
Nishen’s gaze is deep: "Alright, we already have a mainline npc here. According to Bailiu's plan and the relationship between these two mainline npc, it should be after this war."
After speaking, Nishen stood up, and the water on the helmet slid down the brim of the hat to wash his face.
Rebellious: "..."
This helmet is still rotten and leaking.
Bai Jiamu couldn't hold back the god of rebellion: "I don't understand why we have to cooperate with Bai Liu. According to your arrangement, the mainline npc will also betrayed. There is no need to cooperate with him."
Nishen took off his hat, and he turned and glanced at Bai Jiamu.
That glance was mild, but Bai Jiamu didn't know what was going on, and he had a feeling of offending the majesty of his elders.
Bai Jiamu quickly let go of the hand that held the god against God, his expression was like a child who realized that he had made a mistake, a little taut: "...You are a tactician, shouldn't I ask?"
Nishen shook his hat and put on the rotten steel helmet again. He looked at Bai Jiamu, smiled, and didn't get angry: "I activated a prophecy skill after I came in."
This time not only Bai Jiamu, the other two members of the killer sequence were also shocked and looked over.
Although Nishen was rated as the best tactician in the league, it was not because of his predictive skills, but because of his intelligence.
Nishen's intelligence value is 96 points.
In almost every game, this man can win with the smallest casualties of his own. Since the Deer Hunter had the god of rebellion, the team members had not changed before the god of rebellion. They were all the ones who followed the god of rebellion. Batch.
After participating in so many league games, under the premise that there is no exemption from the gold medal, under the guidance of the tactician, the gods, all members survived.
He is a famous tactician who likes to fight procrastination. Compared with other extreme tacticians, he can be said to be quite gentle.
But after Nishen left, one of the Deer Hunters quickly died.
That day, Nishen sat in the office of the killer sequence all night, looking at the pictures of the old team members, and said nothing. There were a lot of iron players in the killer sequence, and no one dared to disturb him at that time.
They are still afraid of rebelliousness.
Nishen seems to get along well and rarely gets angry, but in fact, his temper and style are quite weird. Sometimes he smiles and looks very oozing, and he can't figure out what he is thinking at all.
Because as a player, Nishen rarely uses his own skills, but this skill is a skill that predicts the rules of the game, which seems very unreasonable.
You must know that the skills that can touch the game permissions are all big killers, such as the imitating playing cards of hearts and the old wallet of trading with Bailiu. No player will think that he will live a long life and hide and use it.
But Nishen just didn't use it. He used his prophecy skills very rarely, at least Bo Jiamu had the impression of only two times.
Once, the gods prophesied the spades, but no one knew the content of that prophecy.
And this time, it was really weird for a novice player who met for the first time.