Chapter 488 The Powerful Skeleton Corps

   Dimly lit hotels.

  A ray of morning light filtered through the half-closed curtains.

   Lao Bai opened his eyes and found himself covered with a quilt, shook his drowsy head, and woke up from his sleep.

   "You slept like hell."

  Hearing the voice from the side, Lao Bai turned his head and saw Chen Yutong sitting on the sofa not far away.

  A blanket was covering her knees, her calf was curled up in the blanket, and she was still wearing yesterday's clothes.

  It is now October, and the temperature in the River Valley Province has turned cooler. According to the usual practice, this year should be a warm winter, but it will snow in early December at the latest.

   Thinking that he actually let her sleep on the sofa all night, Lao Bai was also a little embarrassed, coughed lightly and said.

   "Sorry, I drank too much last night..."

   No way, not just the little girl named Lisa, but the entire road town hotel drinkers are waiting for his story.

  In order to make up the story like that, and to cover up the pangolin’s true identity as a spy, he could only bite the bullet and put the stories of the players, such as the edge, on the pangolin’s head.

   As a result, the rookie killer who killed so many people on position G537 became a warrior who entered and exited seven times on Height 330.

  If someone goes to the Lion Kingdom hundreds of kilometers away, they will probably hear completely opposite rumors from the locals. They don’t know why the pangolin is on the side of the alliance for a while, and then helps the legion to fight the alliance.

   But it doesn't matter.

   This is also in line with the identity of that guy's double agent.

  In the wasteland, anyone with a mouth can brag, but no one has the ability to verify which rumor is true.

  Anyway, there will be people who are free in the future. According to their own understanding, they will compile a logical and self-consistent version.

  However, what puzzled Lao Bai was why he was here.

   As we all know, this game can block some feelings that cause players discomfort. Although this improves the gameplay, it will also make it difficult for players to judge their own conditions through the early warning of the nervous system.

  The most direct result is that once drunk, it is basically a fragment,

   And it's the kind of life and death that can't be connected.

  Usually some players get drunk, Old Hook or other players tacitly help them move the game characters to the guest room to rest.

  But this time I don't know what happened.

   Actually moved him to the NPC's room.

   "It's okay, I'm not picky about where I sleep. I'm on business trips all year round, and I often sit in the car for a night. This sofa is quite comfortable to sleep on... Is the material made of exotic fur?"

   As he spoke, Chen Yutong pressed the soft armrest of the sofa.

  Seeing her innocent expression, Lao Bai suddenly remembered that she also drank a lot last night, so he couldn't help asking.

   "Maybe it's the skin of a monster... Speaking of which, don't you feel drunk?"

  Chen Yutong was slightly taken aback.

   "Me? I don't feel anything, bionics means that the liver has enough alcohol dehydrogenase to metabolize alcohol, and does not activate the CYP2E1 enzyme to produce active oxygen, basically I don't feel anything..."

Oops.

  Head hurts again.

  I should have chosen the physique system...

  Looking at Lao Bai who was pinching the center of his brows, Chen Yutong couldn't help smiling, and said teasingly.

   "It's still hard to get me drunk."

  Old Bai hastily coughed and explained.

   "I haven't thought about it."

"It's just a joke, don't take it to heart," Chen Yutong continued, bending the corners of his mouth, "By the way... that drink is really interesting, although I don't feel the slightly drunk feeling you mentioned, but to me Another wonderful feeling, thank you."

   "You're welcome, I told you to buy you a drink."

  It’s always embarrassing to lie on someone else’s bed. Lao Bai sat up from the bed with his hands together, shook his head, picked up the VM on the bedside table, and put it on his muscular arm.

  The short-term reading is completed, and the light blue fluorescence will soon appear on the screen.

  However, to Lao Bai's surprise, a brand new little red dot appeared on the icon on the task bar when the machine was turned on this time.

  【New mission: Take the latest flight to the frontline to report. 】

   His eyebrows were raised slightly, and his eyes shone with excitement.

   Noticing the change in his expression, Chen Yutong asked curiously.

"What's wrong?"

   "The vacation ended early, and the manager summoned me to go to the front line." Lao Bai grinned and continued, "It seems that I'm needed there again."

  The target of the next operation is the palace of Falcon City.

   The Goblin Corps has organized hundreds of W-2 attack aircraft to cooperate with them.

  Cooperating with them is the Stormtroopers, who will take the Heart of Iron and directly break through to the rear of the Legion's defense line at No. 2 Oasis.

   This will be a strategic adventure.

   If you play well, it will be the Battle of Crete, if you play badly, it will be Operation Garden Market.

  It seems that the headquarters is going to play a big game this time.

  With a fighting spirit burning in his eyes, Lao Bai threw off the quilt and got out of bed, grabbed the coat hanging beside him and put it on his body.

   Guessed something from the expression on his face, but Chen Yutong didn't say anything, let alone worried, just curled the corners of his mouth and said in a normal tone.

   "Be careful, I'll treat you to a drink when you come back next time."

   Lao Bai who stopped at the door smiled and gestured.

   "Then I will remember."

  …

  Vault 404.

  B3 floor medical laboratory.

  Luo Yu, who was sitting on a folding chair, was looking at Xiao Yu who was lying on the scanning bed unconsciously with a worried face.

   "Is it... okay?"

  Heya, who was standing next to the console, was busy recording the experimental data, and at the same time took the time to reply casually.

   "Fantasy, even stronger than ever."

   With the last inspection item over, she hit the blue button on the screen.

   Several flexible metal pipelines were pulled away from Xiaoyu's forehead, chest and skirt, and retracted into the silver-white experimental equipment on the ceiling.

  The next job is to summarize the experimental data and analyze the conclusions.

  Research on Xiaoyu is the top priority of the Alliance Institute of Biology. This is not only related to the Alliance's understanding of the mutant slime mold, but also related to whether she can successfully get the biology laboratory on the B6 floor.

  After the conclusion of the analysis, she still needs to organize the phased results into a report and send it to the manager who is busy with everything.

  Sometimes she really admires that guy.

  That guy's brain is like a multi-core thread CPU, which can simultaneously process things from multiple different fields such as economy, industry, military, scientific research, culture, and diplomacy.

  The secrets of that guy fascinated her even more than the brood in Qingquan City, but it was a pity that whenever he talked about this topic, he always used a sentence that he didn't know very well.

  Suddenly noticed the worried expressions on the faces of the residents in the refuge. Heya thought of what Chu Guang had told her before, so she casually comforted him.

   "Don't worry, today's research is just a routine inspection, your Xiaoyu will be fine."

  Although she still had a worried expression on her face, after hearing the comfort from the "Leading Biologist of the Alliance", Luo Yu's tense nerves still relaxed a little.

  Looking at the relaxed Luo Yu, Heya paused for a moment, then continued.

   "However... its DNA is entering an unstable stage. Recently, it is better to take it as little as possible to dangerous places. Especially on the front line, without the protection of fruiting bodies, a single mother is quite fragile."

   Luo Yu nodded seriously.

  But out of curiosity, he still couldn't help asking.

   "What the **** is that unstable phase...?"

  Can his Kohane continue to evolve?

  That's really awesome.

  Looking at Luo Yu who seemed to be optimistic, Heya shook her head.

   "I don't know. The research data I have is not enough to explain this situation. I can only make a rough guess based on the limited clues."

   Luo Yu swallowed, waiting for her to continue.

  After sorting out the thoughts in her mind for a moment, Heya continued after a pause.

"There is a cycle in the growth of the mother body. This cycle may be long or short. After reaching the cycle, they will become another form of life, and this is what we call the mother nest... Just like a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon, it emerges from the pupa become worms."

   Luo Yu asked immediately.

   "What is the opportunity?"

   Heya shook her head.

   "I don't know, but I guess it should be the choice of the future path."

"choose…?"

"That's right," Heya nodded, "Natural threats are no longer the main threat to it, standing at the top of the food chain is no longer bound by general natural conditions, which means it needs to choose its own future evolution The way. This is the ability given to it by nature, and it is also its mission.”

"Genetic information collected from nature, memory, experience and knowledge stored in nervous tissue...these can all be used as a reference for evolution, and before that, it has completed the accumulation of these elements. Simply put, it has to decide to continue Whether it turns into a cute mushroom or a deadly piranha."

  Looking blankly at Heya and Xiao Yu lying on the scanning bed beside her, Luo Yu nodded with a half understanding.

  He doesn't really understand those complicated theories.

  He only cares about one thing—

   "Then after all this is over...does it remember me?"

   Heya said without thinking.

   "Of course I remember, as I said, memory is a reference for its evolution to the next life stage, and it is a very important reference element... But even so, you still have to be mentally prepared."

   Luo Yu became nervous for a moment.

   "What psychological preparation?"

"Becoming another life form may break its blood connection with you. Maybe it will no longer be as close to you as it is now, and it is even possible to treat you and other human beings as prey. Even memories are Part of the inheritance, even if it still remembers things about you..."

  Heya described it in as simple and understandable terms as possible.

  After listening, Luo Yu fell into silence, the thoughts in his mind were kneaded together like a mess of wool.

  He remembered all the things that happened before...

  Including taking it to the suburbs for the first time to level up, including teaching it how to fight for the first time, including taking it to taste human food...

   If these memories could be replaced by other things, he would rather it stay as it is and not continue to evolve.

  In fact, he didn't particularly need a helper who could fight side by side.

  He can fight alone.

  At this time, Xiao Yu on the scanning bed had slowly come to life, and the tentacles hanging down on the scanning bed were moving slightly, and there was an unconscious murmur of "嘿嘿".

   Maybe it sensed his presence.

   The dazed Xiaoyu slowly sat up from the scanning bed.

  The moment she saw Luo Yu, joy and joy bloomed on that abstract face, and she immediately slid off the scanning bed with her heavy body.

   "Eep!"

   Perhaps it was a body that had just come into contact with anesthesia and hadn't fully adapted to waking up. It even fell when it got off the bed.

  Looking at that pitiful expression, Luo Yu couldn't help but stepped forward, reaching out to support Xiao Yu who seemed drunk.

   "Be careful, you... I won't run away again."

   "Eep!"

  The tentacles entangled the arm close at hand, Xiao Yu rubbed his head against his chest, her aggrieved expression turned into satisfaction.

  Looking at that naive look, Luo Yu felt that all the dark clouds and confusion in his heart were swept away.

  Just like the birth and death of a person, the cycle of life will not change because of likes or dislikes, what should come will come one day.

   No matter what the future will become, at least this little guy is extremely dependent on him now.

  Maybe…

  I should believe it a little more.

  They who have a common memory can face the unknown future together.

"I see..." Luo Yu touched Xiao Yu's slippery head, looked at Heya who was standing beside her, and said firmly, "Even if it turns into another form of life in the end, I won't regret it …I'll take care of it till the end."

   "Glad you think so."

  Hiya showed a smile on her face, looked at this brave young man, and patted him on the shoulder.

"come on."

  …

   On the edge of No. 2 Oasis, Bicester Town is surrounded by concrete barrels.

  Widdler, who was standing next to the bunker, was holding a telescope in his hand, nervously looking at the endless sand dunes in the distance.

  The soldiers standing aside also looked nervous.

  In just three days, at least tens of thousands of legion soldiers have passed here, but no army is willing to stay and stand with them.

  The new line of defense is on the edge of the No. 2 oasis. Compared with the concrete fortifications, General Griffin seems to be more inclined to rely on the "river embankment" left over from the era of prosperity.

  However, this also means that the fortress located outside the oasis is useless.

   What disappointed Wedlier was not only that no one helped them, but also that no one told him what to do next.

  They were completely abandoned...

   Just then, an orderly trotted over.

   "Report! Order from General Command—"

  Hearing that voice, Wedlier's eyes instantly filled with joy.

  It looked like a straw floated in front of a drowning man. Even though he knew that there was little hope of retreating, he still reached out and grabbed the collar of the orderly without hesitation.

   "Quick! Tell me quickly! What did Lord Griffin say?"

  The orderly tremblingly took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and handed it to Wedleyl.

   Sensing something bad from the orderly's face, Widler quickly let go of his collar, and snatched the paper from his hand.

  【...From now on, the defenders of the Bicester Fortress will close all checkpoints in the east. They must defend the fortress for more than 15 days and wait for the arrival of reinforcements! 】

  【Remarks: When the situation is critical, the materials and fuel in the warehouse need to be burned, and officers of centurions and above are allowed to surrender after 90% or more of the troops are reduced. 】

   After reading the last line of the telegraph, Wedleyl's face seemed to have been painted with white paint, and there was no trace of blood.

   No one will be withdrawn from the front line again.

  This has become a new front line.

   Those Villantes have completely abandoned them...

  Videllier's face gradually turned from pale to desperate, and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and at this moment, a strong sense of foreboding crept into his heart.

  A messenger came running from the southeast in a hurry, and before he had time to salute, the man shouted in a hurry.

   "Tanks! Alliance tanks! They are advancing towards our position from the southeast!"

  Widdler subconsciously asked.

   "How many?"

   "I don't know...maybe fifty, maybe a hundred or more," the orderly stammered.

  The sergeants and soldiers standing nearby gasped and held their breath unconsciously.

   A hundred tanks!

  The last troops to withdraw from here took almost all the Iron Fist bazookas, and their anti-tank weapons probably didn't have a hundred rounds of ammunition!

  Videllier felt his heartbeat momentarily lost, and stood there helplessly.

  There are only 300 defenders in the entire Bicester Fortress.

  Even if he counts those laborers who have not received military training, he still can't make up a thousand-man team!

   Those anti-tank piles can't stop the alliance's steel torrent.

  Those guys don't even have to rush in, just stop outside and bombard them with tanks for a few rounds, and they'll die...

  The adjutant standing aside looked nervously at Wedlier.

   "Sir... what should we do."

   "What to do... what to do... I also want to ask what the **** should I do!"

  Suddenly, Wedleyl, like an oil drum with a cigarette **** thrown in it, erupted suddenly in the astonished eyes of everyone.

   "These big-nosed bastards, cowards, useless stuff! Only retreat at critical moments, let us push forward!"

  The more Wedlier spoke, the angrier he became, and his emotions became more agitated, his whole face flushed red.

  The war has been fought until now, and experienced officers have been transferred to the front line. It is said that even the retinues have been assigned the ranks of tens and centurions and thrown into the regular army.

   A logistics captain like him who was picked up to make up the numbers has never even touched a gun a few times, so what can he use to fight against the Alliance? !

"...and that Griffin! That liar who is full of lies, we have followed them for more than ten years, and this is what we got in return?! What about the reinforcements in Triumph City? Tens of thousands of Conqueror tanks What? This is the invincible he said?!"

   No longer concealing the anger in his heart, under the stunned gaze of all his followers, he cursed the Willant people who were absolutely inviolable on weekdays.

  From the Willant soldier to the Griffin, he cursed everyone who could stop the name. If it wasn't for the lack of saliva, he wished everyone would take a couple of sips.

   Seeing pairs of eyes staring at him, Wedlier took a deep breath and calmed down.

  After a long time, he calmly issued the first order.

   "Lower the banner of the Legion."

   A group of soldiers and sergeants looked at each other, no one dared to move, not even moved their legs.

  Videllier found out with embarrassment that no one here listened to him at all.

   Fortunately, at this moment, dense muffled thunder suddenly came from a distance, followed by the sound of cracking through the air and the flames of explosions blooming on the defense line at the southeast corner of Bicester Town.

   Just as he expected.

  Those concrete anti-tank piles and bunkers are simply not enough to withstand the torrent of steel from the Alliance. The Alliance will never shoot infantry to attack their bunkers, but choose to blow them out of range first.

   I don't know what they are carrying on the track.

  I saw a blue arc flash on the forked gun barrel, and the half-meter-thick concrete wall was bombarded, leaving only half-stretched steel bars hanging on the stone.

  The soldiers squatting behind the concrete head wall were directly smashed into a sieve by the broken concrete, not to mention the old-fashioned machine guns on the bunker.

   Subconsciously lowered his head to avoid the flying sand, Wedlier frowned like a hamster whose tail had been stepped on, screaming and roaring.

"What are you waiting for? The Willanters have abandoned us, don't you want to be buried with those cowards? For the sake of the spirit of the sand sea, lower the flag quickly... just find someone in vain Hang things up! Hurry up!"

   Facing Wedlier's roar, the sergeants and soldiers standing nearby finally started to move, hurriedly rushed to the highest point of the fortress, and tore down the legion flag hanging on it.

  However, at this moment, the soldiers who lowered the flag suddenly discovered that there was nothing around them that could serve as a white flag.

At this moment, someone raised his mouth suddenly, Master Wedley's shirt seemed to be white, so they rushed back to Wendley's side in a hurry, regardless of his objection, stripped him naked, and finally finished Followed the lord's order.

  The warlords of the Willant people had already withdrawn with the last evacuated troops, and no one stopped their betrayal.

  The reason why he did not act before was only out of the glory of the soldiers and his loyalty to the royal family...

   As for now.

  Even nobles like Wedlier who "regard glory as life" have surrendered, so they naturally have no reason to continue.

  I just hope that the alliance really treats the captives as well as the rumors say, and don't embarrass them, little people who can't help themselves...

  …

   "Cut, why did you vote?"

  Half of his body was exposed on the tank turret, the Mole holding a telescope in his hand saw the white flag rising in the distance, and clicked his tongue unhappily.

  The day before yesterday, the members of the Death Corps were still bragging on the forum, saying that they took down a city in two hours.

  After inquiring about the strategic deployment of Bicester town from the old man in the field, he planned to show his brothers with him, but the white flag was raised on the opposite side just after firing a round of artillery.

  This is too overwhelming!

   Not far away, a disheveled man led a few soldiers and walked out from behind the bombed checkpoint with his hands raised.

  The waving gesture seemed to beg them not to shoot.

   Not interested in slaughtering unarmed people, the Mole waved.

  Three armored trucks covered with steel plates drove past and stopped in front of the disheveled man.

  Irena, who was holding a submachine gun, jumped out of the truck first. Just as she was about to tease the man in front of her, the man in front of her suddenly knelt on the ground with a plop.

  His forehead pressed tightly against the ground, ignoring the sand and dust on the ground, under the gaze of everyone's surprised eyes, he choked up his nose and tears.

   "... the spirit of the sand sea, you are here!"

   Being overwhelmed by his smooth movements, Irena was stunned on the spot.

   Swallowing back the teasing on his lips, he looked at the Elf King Fugui next to him with a strange expression on his face.

   "Fuck, what's going on?"

  Brother Fugui also looked at him in bewilderment.

"have no idea…"

  The players who got out of the car were all stunned.

   This person cried so miserably, as if he had been wronged so much, they were too embarrassed to laugh at these guys.

  Videllier took a peek at these stunned soldiers, and seeing that no shots were fired, he heaved a sigh of relief, his face still had that expression of grief and indignation, and he kowtowed and complained with snot and tears.

"The younger one is the baron of the Falcon Kingdom, whose name is Wedleyl. His ancestors have been running farms in the nearby oasis for generations. He is an honest and responsible farmer, and he has always lived a life of indifference... until one day, The Willanters are here."

"Those big noses deceived us with their rhetoric, hijacked our majesty and his court, occupied our shops and manors, forced us to work for them, and bleed for their ambition to conquer the world... Praise to the great administrator , Praise to the great alliance, thank God you are finally here."

  Irena had an indescribably weird expression, and said with a dry cough.

   "Anyway, you get up first."

  Widdler didn’t get up, but pressed his head even tighter on the ground, babbling non-stop, this time even the translator couldn’t translate what he was saying.

  The elf king Fugui who was standing next to him sighed, walked up to him and kicked the guy's knee, and pointed to the side of the road.

   "We're not interested in teasing you, and we don't object to kneeling if you like, but please go over there... don't block our way."

  Hearing the previous sentence, Wedlier finally smiled through his tears, with a flattering smile on his face, and scrambled back to the side of the road.

   "Thank you, my lord, for your kindness! Let's get out of here! You... please!"

  …

  Bicester Fort fell.

  The Skeleton Corps won here without a **** blade, and the price they paid was only dozens of 155mm shells and a few 60kg mass bombs.

   In fact, they fired a little faster.

  If you are a few minutes late, maybe even shells will be saved.

  The defenders stationed here walked out of the fort one after another, leaned their rifles on both sides of the road, and crouched outside the bunker with their heads in their hands.

  That disheveled appearance is really hard to hate.

  In the communication channel, Irena, who was taking prisoners, complained to Brother Mole who was following behind.

   "Good guy... We didn't catch up with the big scene of welcoming Master Wang in the No. 3 oasis, but we caught up in the No. 2 oasis."

   "The explanation is coming to an end."

  Mole replied with a smile, and waved forward.

  The armored grenadier's truck pushed forward and swaggered into the checkpoint at the main entrance of the fortress.

   After confirming that there was no ambush in the camp, Mole then picked up the walkie-talkie and ordered the tank troops to follow and move forward.

   When passing by the officer named Wedlier, he signaled the driver to drive the tank to the side of the road and stop.

  Looking down at the man prostrated on the ground in a hurry, he searched inside the turret, found a blank book and threw it on the ground in front of the man.

  Hearing something slapping in front of him, Wedlier subconsciously shrunk his neck, only after finding that his head hadn't fallen off did he glance at it tremblingly.

  No nonsense, the Mole looked down at him, and told him concisely.

   "Give you a chance to redeem yourself."

"In the past week, all the troops passing by here, their number, designation, equipment, which way they walked when they came, which door they went out when they left, how much supplies they brought, and the left one who went out first Foot or right foot...write everything you know in this book."

  Widdler nodded repeatedly.

   "Yes! My lord, I will definitely do it!"

  Seeing that this guy was going to kowtow again, Mole waved his hand impatiently.

   "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up."

  (end of this chapter)