Seeing the sluggish look of the crew, Göring felt a little sympathetic. He reached out and patted Bob on the shoulder and said: "Captain, I know you don't want to see this result, but this is the reality. No matter what, thank you to the locomotive." Chief and your men. Next, I’ll have someone put you in your place first, and then we’ll talk about other things.”
"Captain, we..." Bob wanted to say something else, but he was interrupted after only the beginning.
A soldier ran in from outside the military tent at this time, his clothes were covered with blood, and he was smelling of blood. He gasped and reported: "Regiment... Commander, the two brigades in the southern protrusion have been under continuous attack. , we can’t hold it anymore and have been withdrawn. The casualties are over 30%, and they are being repaired at Camp No. 1. Do you want to go and have a look."
"Okay, got it." After hearing this, Goering walked out without any nonsense.
Bob looked at Goering's back and opened his mouth, but in the end he did not say the next words.
A civilian employee in the military tent came over, glanced at Bob, and made an inviting gesture: "Mr. Motorcycle Commander, shall I take you to your accommodation first?"
"Hey, okay." Bob and his party followed the civilian staff and walked outside the military tent.
After they walked out of the military tent, they discovered that the situation outside had changed a lot during the time they had been in the military tent.
Before they marched into the tent, the atmosphere at the Gray Parrot Reinforcement Regiment's station was solemn, but still quiet and orderly.
Now that they came out, the camp looked completely different - many soldiers were running quickly in the camp, some carrying supplies, some carrying wounded people covered in blood, and shouting constantly.
"Reserve team, reserve team, support the second line of defense immediately!"
"Artillery shells, a basic number of artillery shells, transport them to the ninth defense line immediately!"
"Doctor, doctor, there are wounded, this is the first one, there will be at least sixteen more behind!"
"The Seventh Brigade..."
In addition to these shouts, explosions continued to be heard from the defense line on the edge of the station, which was also mixed with the screams and hisses of many strange creatures. It was frightening to hear, and it felt like the station would be rushed in by an army of strange creatures in the next moment. , tread flat.
Bob and the others, led by civilian staff, finally reached the arranged accommodation tent and were already sweating from fear.
The civilian staff arranged for them, indicating that the situation at the station was urgent and could not accompany them for any longer, and then turned around and left quickly.
Bob and his party also understood, after all, things were different now. They sat down in the tent without complaining, and then there was a long silence with big eyes and small eyes.
The sound insulation of their current tent is much worse than that of the previous regimental commander's military tent. Inside the tent, outside sounds can still be heard relatively clearly.
Explosions, roars, fighting, and screams kept pouring into their ears, making them terrified.
After suffering like this for a long time, the driver Buddy finally couldn't help but whisper and complained: "At that time, we should actually drive back."
After hearing this, Bob glared at Buddy and scolded: "Do you think we will be safe when we return to Red Rock City? Besides, the way back is longer, can we really get there?"
"I..." Buddy sighed, lowered his head, and pulled his hair and said, "Then what should we do now?"
"Just wait, it won't help anyway," someone said.
Not long after they finished speaking, footsteps were heard outside the tent, and then the curtain was opened, and the civilian employee who had just led them here reappeared. I don’t know what he went through. He was obviously a civilian, but his chest was stained red with blood. However, it didn’t look like the other party’s own blood. It should be the blood of a wounded person or the blood of a strange creature.
While leading the way, Bob asked the other party's name. After looking at the other party, he asked in surprise: "Mr. Lex, what's wrong with you? Is there anything we can do to help you?"
"Um, Commander, you don't have to worry about me. I just soiled my clothes when I helped carry the fallen soldiers." The civilian employee named Lex said, and then his expression became serious, "However, there is indeed something going on now. I want to Please help.
It's like this. Our station was attacked more powerfully than before. The casualties were considerable and there were gaps in personnel, so I took the lead. The leader asked me to ask you if you are willing to step forward and help us? You don't need to actually participate in the war, you just need to help transport supplies, lift the wounded, and perform some auxiliary work. "
"This..." Facing Lex's sincere gaze, Bob blinked, and the crew members behind him collectively fell into silence. What they experienced on the motorcycle before was still vivid in their minds. To be honest, they really didn't want to repeat it again. Even if you don't participate in the war, it is still dangerous to perform auxiliary work.
Bob could obviously guess what the many crew members were thinking. He pursed his lips and looked at Lex: "Mr. Lex, can you give me two minutes to discuss it with my men?"
"Okay, I'll be farther outside the tent, waiting for your reply, Motor Commander." Lex nodded, turned around and walked out of the tent.
After Lex left, Bob turned to look at the crew, thought for a moment and said seriously: "We are responsible for the operation of the locomotive. It is obviously not our responsibility to fight against strange creatures. To be reasonable, under the current situation, we must keep the materials safe. If it is shipped here, it will be considered as overfulfillment of the task.
However, it is also certain that unless the situation is critical to a certain extent, the gray parrot reinforcement team here will not ask us for help - they cannot afford to lose this person.
Of course we can refuse their request. After all, we are not under the jurisdiction of the Gray Parrot Strengthening Group, but it is good that they can really withstand the army of weird creatures. Once the defense line collapses, all of us will definitely die here.
That's all I have to say. Although I am the captain, I will not force you. I hope you can make independent choices that you will not regret. that's all. "
After speaking, Bob looked at all the crew members quietly.
After more than ten seconds of silence, Frank was the first to raise his hand and said with twinkling eyes: "Captain, I want to help?"
"You help? What, Frank, are you not afraid of your doom?" Bob asked.
"Actually, we are already in doom now, so what can fear do to change it?" Frank said, as he spoke, his eyes brightened little by little, as if he had figured something out, "Besides, after experiencing so much misfortune, , I have always survived, so the so-called bad luck may be good luck.”
"Okay then." Bob nodded, "Now counting you, there are already two people helping. Is there a third one?"
Bob looked at the others.
The crew members were silent for a while, and some people raised their hands one after another.
Phillip thought for a while and raised his hand as well.
In the end, except for a few, most of the crew members made the choice to help.
"Very good, let's go." Bob looked at it, nodded with satisfaction, and led the group of people out of the tent without any hesitation.
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