red cross.

Alex felt a pain on his left ring finger while the bandage was being changed. He looked subconsciously and found that the ring on his ring finger had broken off in mid-air, leaving a bloody mark at the base of his finger.

Alex's heart clenched, and an indescribable fear seized him. He staggered to stand up with the help of the wheelchair: "Guy! Guy is not in the tent anymore!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Tang Erda carrying a seriously injured soldier headfirst on his shoulders, running towards him from the edge of the Red Cross with his face covered in mud. He screamed as he ran, "Guy is injured, but not dead yet. Come and help him!"

Behind Tang Erda was a large group of natives who were chasing them. Heitao fell far behind Tang Erda, using a whip to sweep away the natives who were following him.

The native who was chasing their leader was almost going crazy, with veins popping out and bloodshot eyes. He kept shooting at Tang Er and them: "Give me this damned traitor! I will cut him into pieces to comfort him for his offense against God!!"

The natives followed behind him, some even raised heavy weapons such as rocket launchers, staring at the three people fleeing in front of them with fierce hatred, but they were unable to close the distance due to Spade's defense.

The Red Cross people hurriedly picked up their weapons, opened up a defense line, and vigilantly put up a red sign next to them that read "No attacks allowed here, this is not a war zone." The Defense Force tanks stationed here also slowly raised their guns and aimed at the group of natives who were about to enter the Red Cross area.

Tang Er rushed into the Red Cross area first, followed closely by Hei Tao. The natives who were unwilling to lay down their weapons were strictly stopped outside the defense line.

The unconscious Guy and the statue's head he was holding tightly in his hands were quickly transferred to a stretcher, carried past Alex, and sent into the tent where the wounded were being rescued.

Alex saw Guy with blood on his body and reached out to touch him, almost falling off the wheelchair. Fortunately, Bai Liu, who was standing next to him, quickly helped and put the distracted soldier back in the wheelchair.

"Don't worry." Bai Liu bent over and patted the dust off Alex's knees, raised his eyes and said calmly, "Guy will be fine this time.

Alex glanced at Bai Liu in a trance. He looked into the man's dark eyes and somehow thought of the statue's head on Guy's tripod.

The eyes of the statue with a sad smile were like this too, dark and peaceful, reflecting everything in the world, as if all human emotions could not be integrated into them, watching all the dramas in this world that had already been arranged by him.

...Guy will be fine this time. It's as if Bai Liu had already arranged when Guy would be in trouble.

Alex couldn't help but shudder. He pushed the wheelchair away from Bai Liu, looked at Bai Liu deeply, then turned the wheelchair without looking back and followed Guy's stretcher to guard outside the tent.

Bai Liu saw Alex running away, but he was not angry. He lowered his eyes and rubbed the dust on his index finger that had just been stained by Alex's knees, then calmly patted it off.

Tang Er was meditating at Bai Liu's feet, catching his breath and resting. As soon as Heitaoyi entered the Red Cross, he disappeared. Tang Er looked around but couldn't find him, so he gave up.

He raised his head and took a sip of water, and was about to report to Bai Liu what had happened. However, when Tang Er raised his head and looked at Bai Liu and was about to speak, he was stunned by the indifferent expression on Bai Liu's face.

...This expression, it's like the White Six from another timeline is planning something...

Soon, Tang Erda suppressed the familiarity and fear he felt for a moment. He shook his head to dispel the terrible thoughts in his mind, took a deep breath, and began to dutifully report to Bai Liu what happened on the battlefield:

"... Guy was hit and fell into the water. Spade and I were right there in the water. I found that he was still breathing, so I dragged him to shore and started running towards this side..."

"After the natives found us, they chased us all the way. Fortunately, Spade was very good at sniping, and the two of us moved very quickly, so we managed to get here first..."

Bai Liu nodded: "It's about the same as I expected."

"You arranged for me to join the assault team just to help you rescue Guy, who you lured over to fight for his life, during the battle?" Tang Erda half-bent his knees, leaned on the gun rod stuck in the ground, and looked at Bai Liu, "When did you guess that Guy would betray?"

Bai Liu smiled: "When I first met Guy, he was very good at fighting, but he was willing to be a cleanup soldier. He was either a pure pacifist, like Alex, or he just didn't recognize the victory won by the camp he represented."

Tang Er let out a breath, but he wasn't surprised. He continued to explain along with Bai Liu's words: "If Guy rebels, Alex will definitely not be able to hold on for long and will also rebel. The enemy camp has the main NPC and the ownership of the lake, so they will have a considerable advantage in the later stages."

"You want to ask me why I didn't join the enemy army at the beginning, right?" Bai Liu answered Tang Er's call and smiled, "Because I'm not ready to join either of these two camps."

Tang Er frowned: "Not joining either of these two parties? Do you want Alex to form a camp alone?"

Bai Liu nodded.

Soon, Tang Erda carefully put forward his own opinion: "Bai Liu, I believe you have your own ideas, but from my perception of Alex's emotions just now, I think if Guy is successfully rescued and still alive, Alex is likely to be persuaded by the seriously injured Guy to join the indigenous camp."

"And if Guy died, he would be completely stable in his own camp because he was angry at the natives for killing Guy."

Tang Erda said cautiously: "It is difficult for Alex to have the awareness and possibility to defect and become a third party."

Bai Liu nodded in agreement with Tang Erda's opinion: "That's true. Alex grew up in a very peaceful environment and was a very kind person. That's why he chose to become a medical student in the midst of war and went to the frontline to save people. He didn't even kill anyone after he arrived at the frontline."

"To put it nicely, this kind of character is gentle and kind, but in the context of a game where you can't save people without killing them, it's just cowardice and incompetence." Tang Er turned his head to look at Alex, who was guarding Guy's tent, bending over and burying his head in his arms. He couldn't help but sigh, "Alex is someone who thinks war is completely wrong. Killing him won't make him stand up as a third party."

Bai Liu looked at the tent where Guy was rescuing people and said calmly, "It is possible."

"I have discussed this with Guy, and he will help me do it."

Tang Erda was increasingly confused: "Guy has been seriously injured. He may not survive tonight. How can he help you?"

"There's no need for Guy to wake up." Bai Liu frowned, "Even if he doesn't wake up, he can still help me accomplish all this."

midnight.

The bullet in Guy's body was removed through surgery, and the doctor used some anti-inflammatory drugs and pushed Guy into the tent.

However, Guy's anesthesia had not worn off yet, and he was unconscious with a high fever. Alex was standing by his bed, staring at him intently, his eyes red.

Alex's hands and voice were shaking: "It's broken, Guy, my ring is broken, and they said your ring is broken too, it was broken by a bullet..."

"The doctor said you might not wake up."

Alex lowered his head against the edge of the bed and choked up, "Guy, now the only evidence that proves we can be together is gone. If we both die, I will have no way to prove to Pluto (the god of death) that you are my wife and stop him from separating our souls."

Tears rolled down Alex's chin. Before they could drip onto the bed sheet, a group of people quietly opened the curtain of Guy's tent. They stood there in the dark, holding sharp knives and wooden spikes, and spoke in hoarse voices:

"Alex, if you want to live, get out of here!"

Alex turned around abruptly and turned on the light in the dark tent. After seeing the group of people clearly, he was shocked and paused for a moment. His voice was extremely harsh:

"You are the survivors of Strike Team 1..."

"Still a survivor." The leader supported his body with a sharp steel knife. His left leg was missing below the knee, and the bandage was still oozing blood, which showed that it had been amputated not long ago.

He stared at Guy on the bed with red eyes and laughed viciously: "Thanks to Guy, I lost my left leg in the explosion when he went to fight those natives. I don't know how long I can live in this damn place."

Alex turned his wheelchair to block Guy's bed. His voice trembled: "This is the Red Cross. What are you doing?"

"The Red Cross only stipulates that we cannot kill enemy soldiers here, but it does not stipulate that we cannot punish our own people according to military law." The soldier with a broken leg looked ferocious. He raised his finger and pointed at Guy, "This traitor is still wearing our uniform and killed more than 20 of our brothers. Why can't I kill him!"

The man roared at Alex like a trapped beast: "Alex, if you protect this traitor, we will kill you too!"

Alex subconsciously tried to stand up, but his legs were injured and he was soon pinned down by the tall and strong assault team. His hands were tied behind his back, and no matter how hard he struggled, it was in vain. Finally, he screamed at the top of his lungs: "Help! There are people attacking the wounded here!"

The leader walked to Guy's bedside. He looked back at Alex coldly, his eyes full of resentment and complexity: "No one will come, Alex. They know this is our internal matter."

“No, no, no!” Alex was panicked and terrified. He spoke incoherently, his face full of tears as he tried to stop them. “Guy shouldn’t have killed you, and you shouldn’t have killed Guy. No one should have attacked each other!”

"This is wrong, this is not right!! We should stop!"

"But the fact is, we are attacking each other." The soldier standing next to Guy stood on one foot. He raised the knife high towards Guy on the bed, with a look of cruelty that could not be concealed. "--The war will never stop!"

The snow-white blade fell fiercely, and blood gushed out immediately. The angry soldiers kept swinging wooden spikes and sabers, cutting Guy on the hospital bed into pieces, cutting him into blood clots and flesh segments.

Alex's heart-wrenching howls and pleas for mercy could be heard across half the Red Cross district.

Bai Liu stood at the edge of another tent. He drew aside the curtain and listened to the sound quietly. Next to him stood Tang Erda with a serious expression.

Tang Erda hesitated several times before finally speaking reluctantly: "... Can't you save Guy?"

"This is a deal between him and me." Bai Liu looked at Tang Erda calmly, "Guy doesn't want to live. He wants to die at the hands of his former teammates to atone for his sins, so I arranged all this for him. In exchange, I used his death to achieve a little of my own goals."

Tang Erda didn't know what he was feeling: "...both camps killed Guy directly. Alex can no longer belong to any camp."

...There is nothing wrong with this approach, and it's just a game, but it always reminds Tang Erda of Bai Liu for some reason.

This is what Bai Liu is good at, inducing others to willingly die, and then using this death to achieve his own goals.

Tang Er hesitated for a long time, but finally gritted his teeth and asked: "Bai Liu, you really won't become Bai Liu, right?"

Bai Liu was silent for a few seconds, then he turned to look at Tang Erda, and suddenly smiled lightly, his eyes showing very little emotion: "It's just a game, there's no need to be so nervous, Tang Erda."