Azra hugged her knees, and with tears in her eyes, looked at the dilapidated hometown that had already changed in the night, and asked in a low voice, "Who did that wrong?"
After a moment of silence, Xu Le replied directly, "I don't know."
At his request, Azra forcibly suppressed his disgust at that memory and recounted it in as much detail as possible.
After hearing the girl's description of the burly federal officer, he frowned, retrieved a photo from many years ago from his watch, and asked, "Xiong Linquan, are you sure this is the pronunciation? Then look, is it this? people."
Azra was taken aback by the light curtain that popped up from his watch, and caressed his chest with a small hand. After calming down for a while, he recognized the burly man with a terrifying gun on the light curtain and grinning foolishly. , nodded, and then added softly, "The hair isn't that long."
Xu Le thought for a while, then directly recalled Paul's photo and asked, "Is that the brave imperial warrior you mentioned, is he?"
Azra nodded again, then looked into Xu Le's eyes curiously, and asked in surprise, "Why do you know it's them? And you still have their photos."
Xu Le scratched his head, not knowing how to answer this question, he tilted his head to look east, trying to avoid the girl's suspicious gaze, but noticed that the brilliance on the horizon had disappeared.
The huge round and white moon hid behind the heavy lead cloud, and the weather-beaten and damaged Feige city was swallowed up by the absolute night. Xu Le squinted his eyes and looked at the top of his head as if it was wet to drip, but it never rained thickly. Cloud layer, thinking of the vague information Philip passed over before entering the electronic disorder shielding area, he couldn't help laughing at himself.
He came to Mohua Planet to find Paul. He also cared about the old guys in the seven groups, but he didn't expect them to be together now, so his worries doubled.
He turned his head and looked at the sad side face of the imperial girl in silence, thinking that if he hadn't rescued her, he wouldn't have known the whereabouts of those guys. Is this an arrangement of fate
Through Azra's account, Xu Le knew that Xiong Linquan killed the two federal officers who raped her, which was not unexpected. The seventh group did a lot of black work for the government back then, but it didn't mean they had no bottom line and Taste, he knew what kind of people those former subordinates were.
Federal soldiers like Xiong Linquan basically didn't kill women and children, but imperial men killed casually, especially soldiers—the strict prohibition of killing prisoners did not conform to the violence aesthetics of the Seven Groups.
Paul was still in extreme danger. Xu Le knew that he had to find them as soon as possible. He called up the night military map, found the location of Xiong Linquan and others three days ago when they last appeared, and then squinted at Ferre in the night. City, stretched out his right index finger a little away.
His fingers pointed to the ruined city, moving slowly with the fire from time to time between the buildings on the street corners, Xu Le's thick knife-like eyebrows were deeply locked, and his brain turned quickly, thinking hard about the ghost-like Federation Squad, where are you now
Countless battle scenes flashed back quickly in his mind. He recalled that in the 5460 glacier, between the 3320 rock peaks, between the streams, in the urban streets, every battle of the seven groups, the details of each mission, recalling the past The contents of the notes that the veteran players took seriously when Magnolia took the tactics class.
Xu Le gradually had some vague judgments in his heart, so he gently lifted the hair on his forehead like someone, and showed a gentle smile.
In the darkest morning, Xu Le took the girl Azra away from the temporary camp in the bushes, and took advantage of the safest time to quickly rub the northeastern edge of Feige City.
He carried a heavy marching bag on his shoulders, and in both hands he held a modified firearm that neither the Empire nor the Federation troops had. He led the girl to jump between the plane trees, passed by the black and aged blood stains, and met the federal reconnaissance team in the morning. , saw a few icy imperial mechs in the twilight.
The gun in Xu Le's hand never rang. He strictly followed the regulations in the military tactical manual, and avoided those dangers in a thrilling and seemingly simple manner. Even with a delicate girl, he was still perfect without any loopholes.
On the second night, he and Azra entered the No. 2 Theater in Ferger City to prepare for a temporary rest, and then they found that the theater was densely packed with the bodies of Imperial civilians.
Those corpses had long since rotted and deformed, most of them revealing the white bones, which were piled up in a random place, proving that this massacre had taken place for a long time, because the war was too fierce, it seemed that the Empire did not care about the people’s lives after they died. dignity.
Standing beside Azra, who was terrified and crying silently, Xu Le squinted at the irritating eyes that filled the theater. He remembered the mass graves he saw in the glacier back then. It was the massacre by the imperial troops who massacred the civilians of Xilin. Blood proof, so what does this bleak picture in front of you prove
When the officer named Arthur refused to carry out the order of the massacre and was executed, did any of the federal troops who shot in the theater also stand up against it
Looking at the corpses that were decaying into dust, Xu Le was silent for a long time, then shook his head and left the theater with the girl Azra.
Successfully escaped from the staggered area where the battle was most intense, Xu Le took the young girl Azra to an imperial military camp. After confirming his identity, he was greeted with sincerity and fear by the top commander of the military camp, so he did not hesitate to ask the other party to take the The poor girl was settled.
Before leaving, the young girl Azra picked up the hem of her skirt that had turned gray, squatted half-squatting to him, and said in a very serious tone, "I know what's wrong, and war is wrong."
"But war is just a noun, it doesn't know right or wrong."
After thinking about it, Xu Le replied, "Only people know."
After saying this, he left the barracks without stopping, and headed for the city again. The people he wanted to find should still be in that city now.
The mixed NTR team led by Xiong Linquan is like a real ghost. It appears and disappears from time to time among the ruins. Many imperial troops feel their presence, but they can't find their specific location. The military is also completely unaware of their whereabouts.
The fact that others couldn't find it didn't mean that Xu Le couldn't be found either. The escape route with the young girl Azra never deviates from his tracking plan. In the afternoon of the same day, he came to a courtyard in the countryside in the southeastern suburbs of Feige City.
The top of the head is still densely covered with lead clouds, but the density is much thinner than that in the city center. The close-air fighters of the Federation and the Empire are fighting to the death in the sky. From time to time, the fighters drag their long tails of fire and fall to the ground at high speed, and then violent explosions occur. explosion.
The level of radio wave shielding here is much lower, but the long-range equipment Xu Le used to communicate with Philip had been damaged in the latent tracking these days, and it was very difficult to locate it.
Xu Le looked at the small courtyard dozens of meters away, walked to a broken tree and squatted down, smiled at the new soil there, and dug it with a saber, and found that there were indeed some nutritional bar skins in it. , and a few rolls of blood-stained bandages.
When the seven groups perform their missions, every time they arrive at a temporary camp, they will choose to bury the waste generated in the previous 24 hours in a secluded place outside the camp to prevent the enemy from confirming the direction of tracking through the garbage left in the room. .
Each unit has its own special combat style and even tactical details. The details of the seven groups are not in their tactical manuals, but in the minds of each team member, and no one knows.
But definitely not Xu Le.
Since this time, he has been using similar methods to confirm the position of Xiong Linquan and others. Xiong Linquan and others did not expect that the details they used to annihilate their whereabouts would instead become a beacon to expose their movements.
The Southwest Theater, which had not rained for a long time, suddenly began to rain lightly at this time. Xu Le, who completely hid his body behind the broken tree, squinted at the sky, and lifted the rain hat behind him to cover it. On the head, and then carefully stick out the lens to observe the movement of the small courtyard.
There should be someone in the triangular attic. The window is covered with thick ash, but the broken hole next to it has a fresh smell. Is it a peephole or an aiming hole? Why is there a thin alloy wire in the nursery with cabbage, is it a booby trap or what
There is also the tree dwelling on the broad-leaved tree in the west of the small courtyard. The war lasted for three years. Are there still imperial children who dare to climb up and play? Why are there rubs from military boots on that piece of bark
The NTR team led by Xiong Linquan made extremely careful preparations for the security control of this small courtyard. However, for Xu Le, these preparations hidden in the dark were too easy to find, so familiar that he was actually moved.
As if returning to the tactical exercise scene in the camp back then, Xu Le licked his dry lips, followed the safest passage in his judgment, quietly approached the small courtyard, and slowly probed the courtyard wall with his right hand.
However, just as he was about to sneak in quietly, a gunshot rang out in the small courtyard. Even with the addition of a silencer, it still seemed very crisp in this quiet space.
The bullet rubbed his right hand into the brick wall, spattering a few sharp red shavings.
Xu Le squatted down against the wall, and thought angrily, "There's actually a secret and tricky point. When did these guys become so thieves?"
The raindrops gradually became heavier, hitting his clothes, hitting the red brick walls, and hitting the wild vegetable leaves between the nurseries in the courtyard, making a crackling sound.
After the gunshot, there was no movement in the small courtyard. Xu Le leaned against the wet brick wall holding the gun, squinting at the mist between heaven and earth, and did not speak.
Sneaking in has become an extravagant hope, and he will not shoot inside. Based on some very complicated psychological factors, he does not want the people inside to know who he is, so what else can he do in the rain other than wait