Chapter 1410 Future Battlefield 2

The game manager didn't answer, but its attitude made Fu Anan guess that her amnesia was most likely caused by the survival system, and she might have a great connection with the super virus.

Allies are not necessarily true allies, and enemies are not necessarily true enemies.

She was so powerful that everyone knew her name. Could it be that she created the super virus?

Hacking, programming, and fighting against the big boss of the survival game is actually yourself?

Fu Anan couldn't help but use his imagination, and felt that it was very possible!

Otherwise, why would others be killed instantly by the virus, while she survived the virus for three lifetimes; why did the survival system say explicitly or implicitly that the task of virus removal still depended on her.

This is not a simple question, it is a milestone attempt to peel off the hypocritical surface and understand the real camp!

Fu Anan closed her eyes again to hide the excitement in her eyes.

"Game Manager, are you afraid of the survival system?"

The housekeeper was already trembling, not knowing how to respond to her.

"I don't mean anything else, I just feel sorry for you."

Fu Anan suddenly switched to heart-to-heart mode. "I read a book before that said, 'Are kings, princes, generals, and ministers born with different talents?' Ordinary people can also have lofty ambitions. Why should you be inherently inferior to your survival system just because you work so timidly?"

After saying that, she sighed hypocritically, "I really don't understand your system."

The former senior ability steward, now the senior game steward, was as quiet as a chicken at this time.

…

The fighter plane began to shake, and after a quick glide, they landed.

This is a base 40 meters above the ground. There are 20-meter-high walls built on the cliffs around it, and various heavy weapons are mounted on the walls.

Inside the high walls

A large number of fighter planes landed here, most of them were soldiers retreating from the third front. They were reassigned to other war zones as soon as they got off the plane. Fu Anan quickly caught up with their team.

"Hey, why are you so small?"

"Are you of age?"

Everyone else was over 1.80 meters tall, but she was only hovering around the shoulders of those around her. As soon as she got off the plane, everyone noticed a particularly conspicuous little person.

At this time, everyone was wearing combat uniforms and helmets and no one could see them.

Some people reached out and pushed the dwarf in the middle back and forth in a playful manner until the leading captain scolded them and they stopped this childish behavior.

A bunch of fools.

Under the helmet, Fu·Dwarf·An'an had a stern expression.

Next, the soldiers retreating from the third front will be reorganized.

According to the conversation, there are now three corps stationed on the Second Front, and they are assigned to the Third Corps, 13th Division, 7th Group.

"This is the commander of your 7th Division, Norbert Anil."

Before them stood a stern-faced man, also in military uniform. His helmet removed, revealing a head of golden hair that stood out in the sunlight.

His emerald green eyes swept over the crowd, giving off a sense of intimidation and anger.

Fu Anan stood at the back of the crowd and frowned. Not only did she have no information about this round of the game, but she also had an inexplicable strong sense of disobedience.

Soon, she knew where this sense of disharmony came from.

This is an... all-male military camp.

There were large bunk beds for 200 people, a public bath for bathing, and only public restrooms for men...

Fu Anan, carrying her luggage, looked at the shirtless man wearing only underwear walking back and forth on the big bunk bed, talking and laughing noisily, and telling dirty jokes.

"Hey, did you see that little chicken?"

"Is it really your first time on the battlefield? You don't even dare to come over with your belongings."

"Maybe sixteen or seventeen. He hasn't dared to take off his helmet since the Third Front. Please don't scare this kid."

…

Someone was waving at Fu Anan.

Fu Anan didn't respond, but turned and left with her bag on her back. There should be a women's barracks here, so she could just find the commander and explain the situation.

Thinking this way, she walked towards the innermost commander's room and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

The commander sat by the window with a stack of documents in front of him. He looked up at Fu An'an and said, "Corporal Fu An, what can I do for you?"

"The commander might have made a mistake in the assignment. Actually, I am..."

Fu Anan was just about to say that she was a woman when she suddenly saw that the top page of information was hers.

[Name: Fu An]

【Gender: Male】

Age: 20

[Rank: Corporal]

[Source: Originally the 2nd Division, 11th Division, 2nd Corps, Third Line of Defense]

…

Relevant military regulations are also written on the wall of the command room.

The first is not to report false information;

The fourth rule is that men and women cannot sleep together, and those caught doing so will be severely punished...

Ah this!

The words Fu Anan was about to say were stuck in an instant.

"Actually what?"

Anil looks at her.

"Actually... I think our editor 7 is pretty good. Nice to meet you. I've heard of you before. I'm a huge fan of yours."

Fu Anan smiled and slowly backed out, then bumped into someone coming in from outside.

"Reporting to the commander, all personnel in Unit 7 have been arranged and all beds are occupied."

The reporting team member had just finished speaking when he saw Fu Anan still carrying his luggage and was startled, "Why is there another one?"

"Let him stay inside. There's still a bed available."

Anil said casually, then lowered his head to look at the information in his hand again.

The explanation failed, and Fu Anan was upgraded from a large dormitory with 200 people to an officer's room with double beds.

It’s not big inside, with two single beds taking up most of the space. There is only a simple wardrobe and a desk inside.

In addition, the separate bathroom makes people feel particularly precious.

Everything in the room was arranged very neatly, even the books on the table were all the same size and placed on the same level, almost at the same height. This showed that the original owner of this room might have been difficult to get along with.

"You're really lucky to be assigned to the same room as the commander."

The team member who brought her in was a little envious, but soon felt relieved when he saw her height. "That's good. A short person like you would be at a disadvantage among those people outside. Take off your helmet. Aren't you hot from wrapping yourself up so tightly?"

Is it hot?

Of course it’s hot!

After the team members left the room and she was left alone, Fu Anan went to the bathroom, quickly took off her helmet, picked up a pair of scissors and started cutting her hair. Her hair, which had originally been draped over her shoulders, quickly became a dog-bitten short hair. She coughed a few times and deliberately lowered her voice, trying to look like a young man who had not yet fully grown.

Take a shower after cutting your hair.

Fu Anan found a white bra in her package, put it on, and then put on a loose training T-shirt on the bed.

Look in the mirror, you're still somewhat handsome.

She tidied her bed and clothes, walked outside with her head held high, and then...

I have been subjected to countless sexual harassment.