Chapter 201 He is such a warrior. This is the best thing he has heard this year...
The damselfish and mysid shrimp were still alive.
They thought it would be better to die.
These days, they have been rummaging through the rubble, with debris everywhere and no intact bodies to be seen anywhere. Sometimes they felt soft under their feet and looked down numbly, not knowing whether they were stepping on their neighbor's palm or their friend's minced meat.
The Duke of Moray cut off communications, and they could not contact their lost family members and could only search in vain.
It was snowing heavily outside, and their bodies and legs were covered with wall dust, turning them gray and white, like a group of dead people walking in the snow.
Mysid took out the terminal, took a look at it with reluctance, and then put it back with reluctance: "No signal."
"Will we die too?" asked the gar in a hoarse voice. He hadn't had any water for a long time.
"I don't know," Mysid shrimp shook his head, "I don't know either, Damselfish, maybe tomorrow -"
"Get down!"
The damselfish shouted, and the mysid shrimp immediately lay down. The two men hid behind the bunker, watching the V-shaped formation of mechas rumble past and drop a round of ammunition on the hospital opposite.
The hospital disappeared in an instant.
The damselfish's ears tinted for a moment, and he felt that he should cry. But perhaps he cried too much and his tear ducts stopped working. The remaining adrenaline was only enough to support him to get up from the ashes of the bombing and load bullets into his gun.
"Hurry up, those mechs will come down!"
The gar dragged the shrimp away, and at that moment, they heard a groan at the foot of the collapsed wall in the distance.
They hurried over, one moving wood, one prying a wall block, and finally brushing away the dirty snow beside them, they saw a body that was almost inhuman.
Light wheat-colored hair with a little white mixed in.
It turned out to be a wine bag.
"You're still alive!" The gar couldn't help but feel delighted after finally seeing a living person.
"When was he buried?" Mysid asked.
"I don't know, it should be just now. Otherwise, he would not be alive now after being frozen all night."
As they talked, the two men carried the wine bag to the side. He was lucky because the collapsed wall was hollow and only knocked him unconscious.
The wine bag opened his eyes, looked into the distance, glanced at them sideways, and then closed his eyes.
There is no desire to survive at all.
This time the gar didn't have time to get angry, because a few seconds later he heard the sound of tracks rolling from the next street. "Run!" He lowered his voice, frowned, and he and the shrimp struggled to carry the wine bag one after the other and ran away.
However, just as they turned the corner, they were blocked by a robot that came to explore the way, with its infrared sight pointed directly at their hearts.
"Stop, put your hands up!"
They tensed up, turned around in despair, then put down the wineskins and slowly raised their hands.
You never know which will come first, death or tomorrow. This time, it is clear that the Grim Reaper is superior.
The leading enemy soldier came out with a very interesting expression. The gar recognized him. He was a nobleman and had a close relationship with the Duke. They all called him Lord Earl Shan.
Count Good is a moray eel who is more inclined to be vicious than kind and friendly. He loves hunting, biting, and taming all untamed things, and is a die-hard member of some famous secret clubs.
Such a count who loves to torture people must of course come down and appreciate the miserable conditions in the world.
Count Shan first walked around and looked at the two young men for a while, as if he was looking at two panicked sheep. After that, he glanced casually and fixed his eyes on Jiu Nang's face.
The good Count came closer and kicked the drunkard's dirty face with his beautiful boots. "Hey, your face..."
The wine bag opened its eyelids, and the ancient well was calm.
The good Count was very interested. He grabbed the wine bag's hair and looked at it for a while. Suddenly he burst into a happy laugh:
"It's you. I recognize you."
The damselfish and the mysid shrimp looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.
Does the wineskin know the count? Why do they know each other? Is Jiunan a spy sent by the nobles?
No way!
The good Count said teasingly, as if he had met an old friend: "I know you. I fucked you. Your intestines were pulled out by a lion. They also cut a piece of your small intestine and roasted it. Chicken intestines, really delicious."
The damselfish froze.
He suddenly didn't dare to look at the wine bag on the ground.
At this moment, he recalled the slave mark on the back of the neck of this big omega.
It was a most humiliating, torturous and inhumane experience. If it happened to an ordinary person, he would have committed suicide in agony long ago, but Drunkard just indulged himself in alcoholism. He is mean, sharp, and likes to throw cold water on others, but if you think about it carefully, he has never hurt others because of his own pain.
But they laughed at him.
I think he is a mentally ill liar with an excessive desire to perform.
"But you are so lucky that you didn't die."
Count Shan sighed, as if the wine bag had gotten a huge advantage.
"Let me think... I remember you were quite fierce. You couldn't stand your noble husband using your allowance to gamble, so you killed him and turned yourself in. It's a pity that people like you won't be sentenced to death easily. You will only be sent to us for execution... We need to catch a few typical omegas who are too stubborn and teach them a lesson. You are one of them, and that bitch Bai Ling is also one of them. Sooner or later, we will catch him and tie him to a rack to have his feathers shaved off."
The wine bag's dying body shook. He supported himself on the ground with one hand and tried to get up, but he had no strength.
Count Shan kicked him like a sick dog on the roadside, and mocked him maliciously: "Look at you, where is your heroic spirit? What unit number are you from? I forgot, is it Jin--"
Suddenly a voice came out of nowhere and spat, "Shut up, you rubbish!"
Mysid shrimp looked over in shock, and Count Shan also turned his head.
The gar was stunned for a moment before realizing that the dangerous words came out of his mouth.
Count Shan narrowed his eyes and gestured backwards, ready to shoot.
But the damselfish took a deep breath and did not retreat. Instead, he cursed angrily:
"You eel, your mouth is full of stench and I'm dying! Do you have an octopus's interdigitating arm in your mouth, long-tongued man? Cutting off your tongue and feeding it to the fish can save the world's aquatic life from extinction! You are just born into a good family because of your father, so what qualifications do you have to talk about those who contribute to society? You are a dog who relies on the power of others, worse than animals, shameless and inhumane. I am afraid that I will scold you too much! - If you have the guts, just shoot me to death. When I become a ghost, I will peel off your scales one by one and insert them into the cracks of your fingernails!"
Count Shan gave a sinister smile, "You are quite sharp-tongued."
He changed his mind and turned to order, "Knock out this kid's teeth for me. They must be alive. Knock them out one by one. I want to string them into a necklace and hang them on the mecha when I get back."
"Yes, as you command!"
Taking advantage of the moment when the Earl was enraged, the gar quickly picked up the gun and shot forward recklessly. His shooting was not accurate and he missed several times, but he kept shouting behind him:
"Mysid shrimp, take the wine bag away quickly, I will be responsible for stopping them!"
"What about you?"
"Leave me alone! You...you have to live well!"
Looking back, facing the enemy that was approaching step by step and well-equipped, the gar seemed not to be as scared as before, but instead showed a lot of determination.
Age does not make people grow, only setbacks and death do.
Sorry everyone, we have no backup and Commander Bai from Wildstar won't be coming.
But as No. 001 of the Ghost Corps, I have the responsibility to protect the people behind me... I swore an oath, to the models of potatoes and tomatoes, that I would not run away!
His tinnitus symptoms worsened. When a person loses hearing, his senses will be affected to varying degrees. At this moment, everything in his eyes is like slow motion, playing forward frame by frame.
He saw the death ray shot out from the enemy's particle gun and felt a pain in his lower abdomen, as if a hole had been pierced through there. He also felt as if there was a piece of iron burning in his heart. With every breath, a small piece of his soul would slip away from his body, until they gathered above his head and turned into a large floating soul, looking down at its own body.
He is dying.
But he suddenly found that the decadent, mud-like man behind him suddenly crawled up from the ground as if coming back to life and said, "Give it to me."
The wine bag snatched the gun from his arms and rushed out like an arrow.
The sound of gunfire rumbled in my ears, and the mysid shrimps ran over in panic to drag the body of the damselfish. He stared at the battle ahead, stammering and shouting:
"Oh my god, he really can do it... He's such a fighter!"
A light-colored eagle, even if his feathers are torn, if he is given a gun, he can guard an alley by himself and be invincible.
The eyes of the damselfish gradually became swollen. He felt his soul returning to his body, taking control of his throat, but he could not control his tear glands. He cried and said, "I'm sorry, comrade...I shouldn't have stolen your letter..."
·
When the damselfish woke up, it was three days later.
He opened his eyes and saw the snow-white ceiling and clean curtains. His first reaction was that he had gone to heaven.
But he soon discovered something was wrong - the shrimp was popping its head out to look at him, wearing a suit embroidered with small flags, a pattern that they could not forge.
The damselfish sat up suddenly and grabbed the collar of the shrimp, "Where did you get these clothes?"
Mysid pulled him away, "What? Of course it was sent."
"Who, who sent it?" The damselfish looked around, a thought popped up in his mind, and his fingers under the quilt trembled uncontrollably.
Mysid shrimp chuckled and said, "Guess."
There is no guessing involved with gar. After a while, the nurse came in to check on him and found that he was awake, so she told him: "Commander Bai ordered you to go over. The messenger is waiting outside, and he can push you over."
The gar almost didn’t make it.
When he first heard the news, he closed his eyes and almost fainted on the bed again - he was so excited.
I must be dreaming! !
The gar was taken out in a wheelchair by the messenger. He looked around and found that this was a field hospital.
The base vehicle is modified to accommodate more than a thousand beds.
Mysid walked beside him and told him what had happened in the past two days.
It turned out that one day after he fell into a coma, reinforcements from Yexing jumped over. Since the Conger Star is some distance away from the border, it is easy to be ambushed by the Imperial Army during the jump, so Commander Bai came to the rescue at great risk this time.
As they landed, they were attacked by the Duke's ships.
"It's a pity that you were unconscious and didn't see the scene where General Sava drove a heavy ship to fight the Duke at sea. The sky was orange all night."
It is said that the blast was so intense that even the fish near the coast were cooked, and the fragrant fish meat floated up.
The whole coast was filled with the aroma of fish soup.
"What else? What else?" The partridge was so anxious after hearing this.
"Also, the Seagulls, do you know that those pirates are not only good at robbing things at a fixed point, but also good at low-altitude delivery. My god, at that time, a swarm of seagulls flew towards me, dropping countless packages, which hit the ground with a clang. Many people thought they were bombs and didn't dare to take them. After all, we were already neurotic due to the bombing."
"But when I unwrapped the oil paper package, I found fresh bread inside! It was delicious, but a little hard."
As they picked up the bread and stuffed it into their mouths hastily, the deadly terminals in their pockets began to ring.
I picked it up and saw a wireless signal: [The Communications Department of the Third Human Experimental Country reminds you that the signal has been restored and you are under the strict control of our army]
Then, messages came in like snowflakes, from relatives, friends, and lost children.
Someone was biting a piece of bread, looking at the filled status bar, and couldn't help crying.
They feel aggrieved.
They were once extremely afraid that Isuparaiso was spying on them, but when it came back to control the situation, they felt a long-lost sour sense of relief.
motherland.
They once hated it so much, but it still did not abandon them.
Only after losing it for many years did they vaguely realize that absolute freedom and relative stability can never be achieved at the same time. Because a loose and uncontrolled country cannot have a strong and centralized army that can protect the people.
Holding the bread, they seemed to have reconciled with the lost country.
"Afterwards, the Duke was defeated and fled in disgrace. He must have retreated underground. The army of Yexing came over and distributed food and water to us..."
Hearing this, the gar remembered to ask, "What about the wine bag? Is he in the hospital too?"
Mysid shook his head, "He's not here. He seems to have gone on a mission on his own. He said he wanted to blow up the Duke's Mansion or something."
The two hadn't finished their conversation when they arrived at the location.
The gar was pushed in by the messenger and almost hiccupped out of nervousness. But when he went in and took a look, he found that there was no one behind the commander-in-chief's simply decorated desk.
Where is Commander Bai?
He looked around nervously. At this time, someone walked in from outside, took off his gloves and said, "Sit anywhere." I saw him sitting in a wheelchair out of the corner of my eye, and laughed, "You brought your own chair."
The damselfish was stunned, as if its throat was tied with a rope, "I, you, Bai..."
He looks so young! ...but so elegant! !
Commander Bai leaned over the table and ordered outside, "Bring some sandwiches to this young man. He looks starving."
A simple meal was quickly served. The gar had indeed not eaten for a long time, so it ate voraciously on the small table.
As he stuffed the cigarette into his mouth, he glanced to the side and saw Commander Bai walk to the window, turn on the ventilation, and light a cigarette.
Bai Ling took two deep puffs of the cigarette, then held it between his fingers, revealing a gentle expression:
"There's a lot going on outside, and the pressure is a bit high. I'll take two minutes, and you can eat yours."
His words immediately made the gar relax.
The damselfish swallowed the sandwich in his mouth desperately, wiped his mouth and said, "You, please help yourself! And thank you for the sandwich... and the hospital."
After saying that, I wanted to bite off my tongue. I was just making small talk.
Commander Bai was very easygoing. "We brought a lot of doctors with us, but there are not enough beds. The second temporary hospital is still under construction."
As he said that, he checked the time and said, "It should be almost finished at this point."
The gar swore that was the best thing he had heard this year.
How could there be such a person? When you see him, you will be surrounded by an overwhelming sense of security... a person who is worth relying on. The editor-in-chief described him so accurately.
At this moment, a tall man passed by the office door.
When Commander Bai saw him, he quickly stood up straight and waved for him to come in, "I-Ifas, come and take a look."
The masked man saluted, then walked in and stood naturally next to Commander Bai, leaning against him side by side. Commander Bai raised his chin and said, "It's this guy."
Ifas turned his head and said meaningfully: "It's this guy."
Facing the gazes of the two people, for some reason, the garfish felt uneasy and his scalp went cold, as if he was being judged at a parent-teacher meeting.
The feeling of oppression is very strong.
Commander Bai flipped through two pages of documents and said, "I understand the general situation. You are courageous and worthy of praise, but you—"
He nodded at the frightened child in the wheelchair and said, "You and that Mysid kid lied to each other and you have to apologize to everyone afterwards. Do you agree with this?"
The damselfish nodded hurriedly: "It's up to you!"
He has saved his life, so let alone asking him to apologize, he should even kowtow and apologize.
"Also, the two of you must stay in the field hospital and work as helpers until the last wounded is discharged."
Commander Bai turned around and asked Fumian, "Is this enough?"
Ifas readily agreed: "They are still young and energetic, so it won't hurt to add some work."
Commander Bai nodded, "Then punish them to serve in the army. Unless they have made meritorious contributions, they will not be promoted."
The gar nearly fell off his wheelchair, "What! Rewarding me for joining the army? Are you going to occupy the planet?"
His face was filled with ecstasy.
Commander Bai crossed his arms, dusted off his cigarette ashes, and said casually:
"Still fighting."
To catch a thief, you must first catch the leader. They have blocked the airport from the outside and trapped the Duke in the atmosphere. Next, if we just catch him, we can achieve twice the result with half the effort.
Of course, they have to move quickly, otherwise the governors of the previous planets will react and quickly send troops to support them. When there are too many people, it will be easy to get into a round-robin battle, which will be extremely disadvantageous to their position.
Bai Ling certainly showed no mercy to the Duke. He was prepared to retaliate, and after accurately locating the target, he would bomb directly, not leaving the enemy with a complete body.
After he sent people to investigate, he learned that someone from the Ghost Legion had already taken a team to carry out the mission.
When he asked, he found out that it was the eagle.
However, due to the interruption of communication, he was unable to contact the other party and has not received any news to date. He had ordered his subordinates to look for them, but only a few civilians who were with the team were found here and there. They looked at each other and said that the veteran was responsible for covering the retreat in this mission and they hadn't seen him since they separated.
Bai Ling knew from the beginning that the eagle was not in good spirits and was very worried that something might happen to him. Now I hear that he committed suicide to cover our retreat, I am even more worried. Then I went back to the office, smoked a cigarette and calmed down.
As they were chatting, a messenger came running in and said:
"Commander Bai, there's news about the veteran you're looking for! He entered the traffic tunnel alone and wanted to blow up the Duke's Mansion from the bottom, but the inside collapsed before the explosion, and he has been trapped inside for more than 24 hours."
24 hours, the narrow space makes it easy to run out of oxygen, and the collapse is fatal, so the chances of survival are slim no matter how you look at it.
Bai Ling asked: "What do the rescue experts say?"
"They said that they don't recommend continuing the rescue. If we must rescue... the collapsed tunnel can't accommodate a mecha, and can only accommodate one person. We need to find an experienced mecha operator to wear an exoskeleton and carry the person out."
Rescue experts determined that there was a 95% chance that the veteran had died.
Bai Ling heard it and put out his cigarette, "Report the coordinates."
He went to rescue.
The concise order was passed down, but received panicked feedback. His subordinates stopped him and said, "Commander Bai, you don't have to go. We can go. It's too risky."
Bai Ling said as he put on his exoskeleton: "There are many people buried under the rubble. You all have your assigned tasks, so don't mess them up. I'm the only free mechanic in the barracks right now, so just follow my instructions."
Moreover, when it comes to retrieving people from ruins, probably no one is more experienced than Bai Ling.
He put on his clothes and was about to drink some water before getting on the mecha when he happened to run into a dragonfly coming out.
The boy's eyes widened and he asked excitedly, "Are you still going to play in person?"
Bai Ling took the gloves that Yu Chen handed over, put them on again, and looked back at him teasingly: "Why, do you think I can just give an order and sit on the sofa drinking brandy and waiting for news of victory from the front line?"
The gar blushed for no apparent reason.
He rubbed his hot cheeks and glanced out of the corner of his eye, and found that the group of fighting alphas also had obsessed faces.
But soon, a glance came over, and all the A's immediately clamped their backs and hips and obediently put away the pheromones that were scattered around.
The gar looked over and found that it was the masked A who was in control. He raised his head and followed Commander Bai onto the mecha. The damselfish tasted it——
He is so proud.
·
Twenty minutes later, they arrived at the collapsed tunnel entrance.
Shaq came over first to say hello. He is a shark with an extremely sensitive sense of smell. He played an important role in this search and rescue mission and dug out many survivors from the ruins.
Shaq pulled up the electronic map and habitually said, "Little——"
Being glanced at by Ifas.
Shak immediately changed his tone and reported in a serious tone: "Commander Bai, the entire tunnel has collapsed, but after my investigation, there should still be room for survival. However, this tunnel is very long, and it will take at least six kilometers to reach the designated rescue location."
Unlike ordinary rescue operations where more people means more strength, rescue operations in narrow areas such as tunnels and caves should not involve too many people but rather elite teams. It is best to have experts come out and control the number of people to 1-3. This can ensure flexibility and will not affect the effect due to messy operations caused by too many people.
After Shak's investigation, the current tunnel structure is relatively stable and there is no risk of a second collapse for the time being. But according to the weather forecast, there will be another heavy snowfall in four hours. If the landslide causes resonance, it may trigger a second collapse.
So Bai Ling had to seize the time and make full use of this four-hour safe zone.
He was wearing an exoskeleton and was fully equipped. In addition, he brought two robots as helpers. When everything was ready, he squeezed into the narrow gap and jumped into the darkness.
Splash, I stepped into the water after just two steps.
It is very humid here, with a downward slope close to the coast, and another kilometer further into the semi-underwater area. And six kilometers above is the location of the Duke's Palace.
In fact, according to Bai Ling's idea, he would most likely not choose to use an explosion to take down the Duke.
The Duke has three burrows, so he probably won't be at home. Even if he is, he will be hiding in an underground bunker that is well protected.
When the explosion occurs, the chance that the earthquake caused will kill that guy is actually not very high.
But Bai Ling also understood why the veteran would adopt such a method.
Because, there is no way.
Before he came, the Ghost Squad lacked weapons, experienced officers, and the necessary intelligence exploration ships. They simply couldn't collect much information and could only take a gamble based on existing speculation.
Bai Ling sighed softly.
He was not criticizing this life-gambling behavior, but he inadvertently thought that when he was not well-equipped in his previous life, he also relied on such empiricism most of the time.
Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't.
When it works, everyone is happy, of course, but when it doesn't... he will be responsible for collecting the bodies with others.
Collecting corpses is not such an easy task. Often, after going through a long and arduous journey to reach the scene, one may not be able to find the body of his comrade at all.
——It is possible that the food will be eaten by small animals, washed away by rain, or simply mixed with the mud under your feet.
For people in their line of work, it is a blessing to have an intact body.
When coming in for the rescue this time, Bai Ling was well prepared for both scenarios. On the left side of his waist storage belt was a rescue sleeping bag, and on the right side was a body bag.
But Bai Ling prayed secretly that a body bag would not be used.
May God bless you.
Perhaps God saw his piety, because when he arrived at the place, he keenly caught a faint gasp in the air.
Bai Ling ran over quickly on the gravel and saw a man sitting on the ground, dying.
Although he is a veteran, he is actually still a young man. He was a tall and thin man, his muscles almost all lost due to the pain, his head almost hung down to his chest, his hair was a mixture of light blonde and milk-coffee.
Eagles with this hair color have lived on the grasslands for generations.
When winter comes and the grassland turns yellow, they can hide in the dry grass without a trace with their camouflage coloring, waiting for the fat pika to poke its head out of the hole, then quickly and accurately grab it with their claws, flap their wings and instantly climb into the sky, then glide away lightly.
A very patient guy with strong wings.
You should never sit in the semi-wet mud in a worn-out polyester shirt, huddled up motionless.
Bai Ling saw that he had lost one of his shoes, frowned, and reached out to touch his leg. Judging from the shape of his pants, his leg flesh was swollen and one of his shin bones must have been broken by a rock.
But fortunately, there is no danger to life.
"What a lucky guy." Bai Ling muttered, and asked the robot to pick him up and put him on the carrying frame behind him.
But Jiu Nang still had some energy. He forced himself to open his eyes and retorted, "Lucky, who said that?"
"You." Bai Ling carried him on his back, walking all the way as if he were carrying a corpse.
"I...then who are you?" he asked weakly.
Water drops from the top of the tunnel dripped down and hit the puddle in front of the two people. Jiunan lay on his back and subconsciously climbed onto his shoulders to look forward. When he looked forward, the light from the portable headlamp illuminated the water surface and reflected the faces of the two people.
Jiu Nang was stunned. He remembered that he had seen this face on TV. That person helped him...
Bai Ling said innocently: "Me? The one who sent you money."
Jiunang was stunned for a moment and almost laughed out loud, but his artificial stomach and intestines broke and he started coughing all over.
He coughed up blood foam and said, "You gave me too little, you bastard. It's not even enough for me to buy a coffin."
Bai Ling carried him on his back and chatted with him, "Buy a coffin, do you want to die?"
"There's no point in living anymore if I live like this," he said, closing his eyes.
Bai Ling was not surprised at all. He knew the other person's mentality too well, because a year ago, he was also in this half-dead state.
Bai Ling didn't try to persuade him, and asked casually, "How was your coffin? Is there a discount? What material did you order? I prefer pine wood, which smells good inside. But those black-hearted merchants always sell me synthetic boards under the banner of Haraqiri."
Jiu Nang opened his eyelids and asked impatiently with some doubt: "You are still studying this?"
Bai Ling said bluntly: "I have bought quite a few."
They are all smart people with similar careers and experiences, and they know what this sentence means.
"Coffins are expensive..." Jiu Nang lowered his eyes and muttered, "You shouldn't have given me money to buy a coffin. You should have used the money to give to others... Besides, I, cough, cough, cough, don't agree with your idea at all."
"Yeah." Bai Ling responded.
"Did you hear me? You can't buy me off with money."
"I know."
"I won't be grateful to you, and it's impossible for me to follow you!" he emphasized fiercely.
"OK."
"I'm not your comrade--"
“…”
"You still call me comrade."
"Comrade." Bai Ling replied.
"…You and I are not the same kind of people."
"No, I mean, comrade, if you keep breathing heavily and talking, you might not make it out." Bai Ling tried to gesture to him, "Your stomach is leaking air, do you know that?"
Jiunan immediately offered a solution, saying sarcastically: "Then I suggest you just throw me here and let the body decompose naturally, and you can save the money for a coffin."
I've never seen anything so awkward.
Bai Ling was unmoved: "I don't care. Anyway, my mission is to get you out. As for whether you want to die or not, it's up to you."
The wine bag choked and was unable to speak.
I walked through another difficult section.
Jiu Nang said coldly: "I am unconscious, put me down quickly. Otherwise you will have to carry a corpse back."
Bai Ling: “Not necessarily.”
Jiunan asked back: "Why not?"
Bai Ling turned his head to the side, the angle was just enough for them to look at each other for a moment, his snow-gray eyes lit up, and he said sincerely: "Maybe I will gain a friend when I reach the end. Whether it is a friend or a corpse, it depends on you."
Do you want to be a friend, or a corpse...
Jiu Nang turned his face away. He had heard many choices in his life...pay off my 200 million gambling debt or be beaten by me...do what I ordered or be electrocuted...find a place to live in peace or die...
Without exception, he was forced to choose the former.
In other words, they never gave him the opportunity to choose freely.
But this time it's different.
The other person carried him on his back and walked in the darkness and said, "You can think about it slowly. There is still a long way to go."
·
Some people are born with infectiousness.
Jiunan thought that his hostility towards the cripple might be jealousy.
He was jealous of the other person for being able to get out of the haze and cheer up so quickly. But he was not so lucky.
He was given anesthesia and safely sent to the medical ship. He didn't know that his shameful thoughts were muttered out under the effect of the drug and were clearly heard by the "cripple".
Bai Ling didn't care and sat next to him and teased him deliberately:
"Then you should live a better life and make my life a little worse, so that I won't be too proud."
After the medical ship took off, the side effects of the wine bag's anesthesia gradually eased. He closed his eyes and asked abruptly:
"You're already the commander, why do you want to be friends with a loser like me?"
Bai Ling looked at the sky outside which was clearing up. The expected heavy snow did not come. Instead, the clouds dispersed, and brilliant golden light shone on the window bars, casting a layer of blood on their faces.
He blinked at the light without avoiding it, "Since you call me a cripple, you know that I was once a loser, no different from you."
Jiu Nang turned his head and looked at him and Fumian A sitting next to each other. "Aren't you afraid of failing again?"
Another failed revolution? Of course I’m afraid…
The haze of the previous life will not dissipate, and the obstacles of this life will still exist. But Bai Ling thought about it and felt that he should not be afraid.
So he said, "Afraid? What should I be afraid of? I have the most notorious demon in the galaxy at my back. He is my backbone and I am his claws."
As soon as he moved to the side, the male animal immediately straightened his back and leaned against him.
Jiu Nang suspected that he was not awake from the anesthesia:
Kuaisu Paraiso, why did this passerby A open the screen?
He looked so proud... I had to be mistaken.
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