The curtain door of the tent made a crackling sound as it was opened.

Heitao tightened his hand covering Bai Liu's lips and whispered in his ear: "Here it comes."

Bai Liu's gaze moved, passing through several obstacles blocking his sight, and fell on the shoe surface of the person who had just stepped into the tent - it was a pair of well-made prop shoes.

Spade's prediction was correct, the people coming in were indeed his teammates.

Someone muttered, "This Spade guy actually dumped the body he stole here. What the hell?"

"Ni Shen, what do you think?"

Nishen looked around and said, "He should be planning to use this place as a base."

Bai Liu, who was hiding under the bed, narrowed his eyes - the voice of this anti-god was an AI-synthesized mechanical sound that was very similar to the human voice. If you didn't listen carefully, you couldn't hear it at all.

But Bai Liu had done some technical docking in the games he had made, and one of the voices was almost identical to Ni Shen's. Bai Liu recognized it instantly -

——This guy always uses a synthesized voice in front of his teammates, not his original voice.

He raised his head and shifted his gaze, trying to see the face of this Nishen, but the clamp of Spade behind him became tighter and tighter. But in the end, Bai Liu still saw the face of Nishen who walked to the bed.

It was a very unrecognizable face. Even a professional athlete like Bai Liu, who was good at remembering people's facial features, had to stare at it for two or three seconds before he could barely remember this face.

——But the next time he saw him, Bai Liu was not sure that he could immediately identify Ni Shen from the crowd.

This man's facial features are so ordinary that they are blurry.

Just like his voice, there is a sense of incongruity, as if it has been artificially tuned to be overly balanced.

Nishen didn't stay by the bed for long before he turned around and left with the other team members: "Spade may have found a better base and gave up the original one..."

"But he didn't even take his body away..."

"...Maybe he saw a better corpse with a higher score on the road, so Spade threw this one away. It's not the first time he has done this. The last time he did it against the Kabbalah Guild..."

A group of people walked out of the tent, talking.

But Hei Tao still held Bai Liu's shoulders motionlessly, as if waiting for something, and did not come out from under the bed.

"There's another group coming." Spade said.

As he finished speaking, the tent curtain that had just been closed was opened again. Bai Liu looked through the gaps between various items under the bed and saw a few pairs of panicked army green rubber shoes dragging a blood clot, or a human figure that could only be described as a blood clot, lying on a stretcher into the tent.

This [blood clot] had lost all his limbs, and the semi-viscous blood gushing out of his mouth had blurred his entire face so that no facial features could be seen. The cuts on his limbs kept spurting blood, and the tent was already covered with his blood.

A soldier tried to stop the bleeding by bandaging the broken limbs, but it was a futile effort - the blood flow simply slowed from a "fountain" to a "stream" with no sign of stopping.

The soldier said in a panic, "...He's still alive! Why didn't the medics take him away for treatment when they were clearing the battlefield? They just left him there to be blown up by the enemy's artillery shells!"

"He could have lived!" While saying this, the soldier was still tightening the bandage around his arms, trying to stop the bleeding through human means - because he was using too much force, his voice was shaking.

The other soldier's voice was much calmer, but still couldn't hide his heaviness: "...Have you noticed that we've encountered more and more living people when we've been cleaning up the battlefield recently?"

"…There are more and more wounded soldiers on the battlefield, but medical supplies are obviously not enough. We don't have enough supplies to rescue the wounded, and leaving the wounded alone will damage morale, so the rear troops are ready..."

The soldier who was tightening the bandage to save people said in a harsh voice: "--So they just didn't save these people and let us take them away as corpses. In this way, there will be no wounded soldiers, only martyrs, right?"

The other soldier was silent.

The soldier sneered bitterly: "It's just a replacement metal medal for the martyr's honor. These non-commissioned officers wholesaled this stuff for less than five cents. Do they think it's worth a life?"

He asked in a stern voice, with tears in his eyes: "Guy, this corpse lying on the ground ate and slept with us yesterday, collected corpses, and wrote letters to his mother and fiancée. Do you think a martyr's plaque is worth his life?"

"...I don't think it's worth it." Guy replied sadly, "But Alex, this is a war. The value of our lives is not determined by ourselves, and even our corpses are not under our control."

Alex finally loosened his shaking hands. He sat on the ground and muttered to himself, "...Yes, this is war. What those high-ranking officers want most is a bunch of corpses to attack, right? - No need for emotions, no need for values, and even no need for life."

The blood had stopped flowing from the severed limbs of the body on the bier—he was already dead.

Guy hugged the dazed Alex and placed his head on his shoulder: "--But there are no such corpses in this world, so we are humans who are fighting like corpses, and we should not have humanity."

"——Alex, stop having feelings for other corpses. It's too painful."

Alex hugged Guy's shoulders tightly, buried his face in his arms, and sobbed silently: "I can't do it, Guy, I can't do it - I'm not a corpse."

"I can't stop my sympathy, suspicion, hatred and love."

Alex's face was covered with tears. He looked through Guy's bloody shoulder at the blood-stained, unrecognizable corpse on the ground and asked in a trance: "-Guy, if the corpse can move, and continue to fight as those people wish, then there will be no injuries or deaths on the battlefield, and we will only need soldiers like us to recycle corpses?"

Guy stroked Alex's hair and sighed as if he thought he was stupid: "You're only going to be twenty in a month. This is not something you should be thinking about."

"Try your best to survive on the battlefield. That's what you should think about."

Alex lowered his head to Guy's chest, then suddenly raised his head and kissed him, and put his arms around his neck.

Guy was not shocked by Alex's behavior. Instead, he leaned back on the bed and let Alex kiss him passionately to vent his emotions - it seemed that this was not the first time this happened.

The two men took off each other's bloodstained clothes and looked at each other with heavy breathing for a while. Alex seemed to be restraining and controlling his emotions and desires that he shouldn't have. He leaned on Guy, tensed his body, and his waist trembled.

He knew it was wrong.

But he no longer knew what was the right thing to do.

As if he had sensed Alex's rejection this time, Guy, who was lying on the bed, raised his hands to cover his eyes. He tried to sound relaxed and slightly teasing, "Hey, buddy, relax. Everyone has a way to use condoms reasonably. Tom in the tent next door can use up ten boxes of Ares condoms in the brothel in town in a month."

"We do this just..." Guy paused, "It's just like going to a brothel, you know? But of course it's not quite the same as that, it's just that neither you nor I want to go to a brothel, so we use this method to vent..."

Alex still kept his head down and said nothing.

"God!" Guy suddenly interrupted himself. He put down his hands and stared blankly at the blood-stained tent ceiling, muttering to himself in a trance, "What am I talking to you...Alex, you are still a child."

"You shouldn't be with me in this place, doing this kind of thing at this time... I have led you astray, and God will punish me."

Guy tried to push Alex off of him.

"Then God should punish me too." Alex raised his red eyes from crying, "Because I just wanted to do it with you, I couldn't control myself, and I couldn't imagine this happening to anyone other than you."

“You’re the only person in this place who makes me feel like someone other than a corpse.”

"I love you, Guy."

Alex pushed the stunned Guy back onto the bed, and they rocked violently on the simple steel bed, as if they were going to become corpses under the bed at any moment.

I was concentrating on listening to the main plot, but halfway through it suddenly switched to the adult channel and I couldn't understand it anymore, so Spade looked confused and said: "......?"

Bai Liu was concentrating on listening to the main storyline, and realized what was going to happen halfway through: "..."

Guy and Alex are actually a couple.

Although Bai Liu has read many strange research reports, he knows that in some harsh and special environments where there is a lack of women, the proportion of homosexuals will rise sharply.

It's not because these men are born to like men, but in such a cramped, high-risk environment, it is difficult for them not to develop some special reliance that goes beyond friendship for their comrades who they are with day and night and rely on.

The most direct manifestation is that in such an environment, many men tend to have intimate relationships with the men around them, such as sexual relationships.

So Bai Liu anticipated that he might see this kind of situation in this copy, but not in this way.

The steel frame at the foot of the bed was shaking violently, occasionally hitting the back of Bai Liu's head, whose gaze was calm. A passionate entanglement was taking place just across the bed board, with panting and all kinds of erotic words mixed together, echoing in the small tent.

If Bai Liu was alone, he could have just walked out from under the bed shamelessly.

But... when there is someone in this situation, everything becomes...

After confirming that some small movements would not disturb the two people above, Hei Tao approached Bai Liu and asked in a low voice with a serious attitude: "Is what they are doing related to the main plot?"

Bai Liu turned around and faced Hei Tao, and said calmly: "It's not very relevant. I can only say that this incident shows the relationship between these two NPCs."

"Why do you ask that?"

"Oh." Spade nodded in understanding, "Is that so? Just now when you heard Alex was going to penetrate Guy, you felt a little nervous and hid away."

"I thought this was something closely related to the main plot, and you wanted to listen carefully."

Bai Liu: “…”

Heitao looked at Bailiu in confusion: "? Why are you red?"