Chapter 39 Humanoid Weapon 8
"General."
Shajia walked into the military camp alone and quietly. At this time, the battle in front had not been over yet, so everyone was still busy and hurried. But when they saw Shajia coming, they all stopped briefly and greeted him with a look of reverence and joy.
Shajia responded to everyone's greetings one by one. Two years have passed, and he has been able to adapt well to the sudden change in his identity.
Everyone passing by looked at him with love and longing, and such looks used to be directed at Teacher Clive.
When Shajia thought of Teacher Clive, his heart became heavy again.
But soon, he forced himself to get out of this feeling. His time now was very important, every minute and every second was important.
As the leader of the rebel army, he had too many things to deal with every day, and there were countless battlefields waiting for him to control. He had no time to indulge himself in painful memories.
Over the past two years, Shajia has gotten to know many, many rebels and the people who support them, and all of their hopes and lives depend on his every move. He doesn't have time, he doesn't have time.
In just a moment, thinking of those who were still alive, Shajia was no longer trapped by his emotions. No matter how turbulent his heart was, his face was always calm. Even the adjutant who had been following him did not notice that his emotions were abnormal.
"What's the situation in front now?" Shajia suddenly asked.
"Yes, General, the situation on the field has been going smoothly, and the balance of victory is steadily tilting towards us."
"Is the enemy's white magic not here?" Shajia thought of the silver-white figure that he had seen up close, and his heart was filled with uncontrollable hatred and trembling.
"Yes, the White Devil did not appear on the battlefield. According to intelligence officers at the Jiaotai front, the White Devil was seriously injured there and has returned to the center of the Empire to recuperate."
"How long?"
"Three hours have passed so far." The adjutant reported the situation dutifully.
"Three hours... Then we have at least three hours to capture Taled. Pass my message down and have the Third and Seventh Armies go to the front and end the battle as soon as possible."
His arrangements were quickly passed down. Shaka stood in the rear defense tower and observed the battle situation broadcast live on the screen. The rebels fighting against the Imperial Army here were all experienced in the battlefield and had good coordination.
The situation developed as he expected, and everything went smoothly until a small disturbance from the northwest spread to the entire army.
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Lance stood in the empty and clean pure white room.
Quietly, the ornament on his waist flashed twice stealthily. Lance put down the medicine in his hand and lightly touched the ornament with his right hand.
Then a man's voice came through the micro-earphone implanted under the skin. "Boss..."
Lance tapped the nail of his index finger with his right hand.
"I have found the things you needed last time. Should I send them to you through Amai now?"
Lance knocked twice.
"Okay, boss. And that..."
There was a sudden sound of splashing water in the next room. The abnormality spread over and the sound in the headphones stopped instantly.
Lance turned and looked over. The sound came from the room where Yan Bei was resting. What happened? He frowned subconsciously, and after hastily hanging up the call, he pushed open the door next door.
The room was empty except for an open repair room. Lance walked forward and saw that the milky white repair fluid was still shaking in the room, creating slight ripples.
Seeing this, he couldn't help but pat the clean white warehouse wall.
At this time, there was still a long time before the end time of the treatment he had set, but Yan Bei woke up in the middle of the treatment and arbitrarily interrupted the treatment and left the warehouse early.
Such willful behavior is just like that of a child.
Without staying here any longer, Lance turned around and found another room as if he was familiar with it. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Yan Bei who had changed his clothes and was ready to go to the battlefield. However, his face was pale and bloodless, and even his hair was still dripping with water.
The moment he saw Lance appear, a trace of imperceptible embarrassment flashed across Yan Bei's stiff face. Lance didn't notice this abnormality of his. He was fully focused on Yan Bei's refusal to accept treatment and his desire to secretly go to the battlefield.
He walked forward and stopped Yan Bei, who was about to ignore him and leave, and pleaded in a gentle voice, "It's only been three hours, you have to stay in there for at least seven hours, otherwise your old injuries won't heal yet and you'll have to go again..."
He spoke sharply, but Yan Bei just looked at him coldly without saying a word.
The two of them were in a stalemate for a while, and finally Lance was defeated, "At least let me go with you."
Seeing him make way, Yan Bei did not comment. He looked at him coldly and walked out. Lance stopped where he was and did not follow him immediately.
Looking at the figure that was moving away without any pause, he suddenly recalled the past.
Ever since the infamous peace talks two years ago, the commander had undergone a radical change overnight.
There was no longer any emotion in his eyes, and all that was left was his loyalty to the emperor.
Lance has always stayed by Yanbei's side and is aware of every change in his body, including the strange disease he developed from exchanging fighting power, his peculiar eating habits, his self-destructive fighting madness, his body covered with scars and wounds, his cold and mechanical emotions, his secret hobbies that no one knows about, small habits that Yanbei himself has never noticed, and the monthly routine check-ups.
The more he understood, the more heartbroken he became. He couldn't understand why, before this, the commander had been trying to legitimately defeat the rebels, but overnight he became someone who was willing to die for the emperor.
Lance didn't believe it, how could a person suddenly change his temperament.
Who on earth made him like this?
Over the past two years, Lance has been secretly searching for relevant clues everywhere under the identity of Yan Bei.
He hid very well in the past two years, and the emperor who controlled everything behind the scenes never doubted his identity.
No matter what method they used, he would definitely help the commander escape from control.
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The chaos emerged from the northwest and spread very quickly.
After that white figure joined the battlefield, he began to reap lives mercilessly. Shaka stood in the rear defense, watching his precious companions fall one by one under the weapons of the white devil.
No one could resist such a cold and powerful existence. Ever since Yan Bei appeared, the signal of defeat began to spread very quickly among the rebels. Those brave and fearless soldiers only had one encounter with him before they fled back in panic because of their emotional breakdown.
The god of death will not spare any life under the sickle, so around Yan Bei, all the soldiers, whether brave or cowardly, fell to the ground like tall weeds.
At this moment when the situation took a sudden turn for the worse, Shaka immediately prepared to leave the rear and go to the battlefield. He needed to be there immediately. Only he could fight against the white devil. Only he could stand there and let the soldiers regain the courage to continue fighting.
At this moment, a figure wearing a tattered cloak stopped him.
"General, I think you need to take this with you."
Shajia looked at the guy who was blocking him. He looked like a beggar, not like a member of the rebel army. His face was untidy and dirty, but his eyes were fixed on Shajia, with a strange and attractive light in them.
As soon as he met those eyes, Shaka's heart began to beat uncontrollably.
Bang--
Bang……
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Lance had been moving closely alongside Yan Bei, trying his best to block every attack directed at Yan Bei. However, as time went on, Yan Bei advanced deeper and deeper, and the attacks on the two of them became more and more frequent. Finally, he and Yan Bei were separated in the chaotic battlefield.
There were many people around, but he couldn't find the white figure anywhere. When Lance escaped from the encirclement with the help of the Imperial Army.
He saw from a distance that Yan Bei, for some unknown reason, rushed into the depths of the rebel army like a madman.
At a glance, he was alone, deep in the dense encirclement of the enemy, and there were no Imperial troops around who could support him.
Even though he was in such a dangerous situation, Yan Bei seemed unsatisfied. He kept moving forward, and no one knew where he wanted to go.
The moment he saw the battlefield clearly, Lance felt as if his heart was being tightly grasped by a hand. He immediately took over the command and shouted, "Save the commander! Save the commander!"
As soon as he finished speaking, an even more horrifying scene appeared. Yan Bei, who was out of control, didn't know what happened. He suddenly stopped moving and stood still.
But the rebels around him didn't care about his situation. After just a moment of stunnedness, the wounds caused by dozens of attacks dyed Yan Bei's white armor bright red.
But he quickly recovered from this state. When he was attacked, Yan Bei suddenly raised his hands and cleared the area around him with unparalleled strength. Then he looked in one direction with a clear gaze -
In a mecha not far from him, the calm and composed Shajia was looking down at him who was covered in blood and looked like a wolf.
There are not many opportunities for Sha Jia and Yan Bei to meet face to face on the battlefield. After all, in the past, whenever Yan Bei might appear on the battlefield, he would be prepared to defend early, and would never go into the battlefield unprepared like he is now.
Looking at this sinful enemy, Shaka couldn't help but clench his fists.
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The reason why Yanbei lost control was caused by Shajia.
The person who had just held him in the underground bunker was a wanted man.
Two years ago, he had been to the southern part of the empire and found clues about the laboratory there, but later he left in a hurry due to an accident. Since he failed to find more clues, he left a long-term suspense in the black market.
Who knew that accidents would keep happening and he was busy all day, so he naturally had no time to pay attention to this little thing. When he almost forgot about it, someone suddenly came to his door. It was a man from the abandoned laboratory.
When the man proposed the bounty, Shajia suddenly recalled the incident two years ago that forced him to leave.
He seldom thinks of his past dreams now, because his own stubbornness led to the death of his teacher, something Shajia will never be able to forgive himself for in his lifetime, and it is also a pain that he is unwilling to recall.
He woke up in the middle of the night more than once, and questioned himself more than once: if he had not taken an inexplicable nightmare so seriously, if he had not left the Rebellion at that time, would he have been able to stop Teacher Clive from going to negotiate, and would he have been able to save Teacher Clive from the mouth of the hound when the Imperial Army unilaterally tore up the treaty?
He didn't dare to recall, but the appearance of this man at this moment suddenly blocked his way and pulled him back to the past in an instant.
"Who are you?" Shaka heard himself asking.
The man said, "I am the person the general has been looking for. I also know some things the general has always wanted to know. I even brought something that the general absolutely needs right now."
Faced with the man's series of complacent introductions, Shajia just watched indifferently without saying a word.
Seeing that he was not moved at all, the man could not help but reach out to take something out of his pocket. As he did so, he said, "I am very sincere, but it's a pity that the general doesn't seem to realize his importance."
"Him?" Shajia frowned.
The man was still proudly introducing the item, "What I brought is a secret weapon that can restrain the androids."
The man once escaped from the laboratory, and the stolen item was what he used to save his life. He exchanged this item with Shaka for a chance to stay in the rebel army and be protected.
The memories ended. Sha Jia looked at Yan Bei who was out of control in front of him and felt a little stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that the man's things were actually useful.
But looking at Yan Bei's current miserable state, he couldn't feel the slightest bit of happiness in his heart, because his soldiers were still falling at his feet, suffering heavy losses.
But he had no time to mourn for them. Apparently, because of this unexpected discovery, Yan Bei fell into disorder and out of control, and his army was left far behind. This was the perfect time to get rid of Yan Bei or even capture this evil dog of the Empire.
Under Shajia's command, the rebel soldiers rushed up desperately. They gritted their teeth, their eyes were red as if bleeding, and they roared to keep Yanbei here.
But what a powerful weapon it is.
Watching countless rebel soldiers fall at Yan Bei's feet one after another, Yan Bei was also seriously injured at this time, his white armor was tattered, and there were countless marks on it from artillery bombardment and machine guns.
But even so, he still stood there, with blood flowing like a river under his feet, but he was like an indestructible statue that no one could shake him at all.
Sha Jia could not have imagined that this guy was still so difficult to deal with even when he was out of control. Seeing that so many of his companions had been sacrificed, he was still helpless against this guy.
After this excellent opportunity passed, the Imperial Army behind them had already reacted, chasing back and surrounding the rebels.
Lance had already rushed to Yan Bei's side by this time, and a group of imperial soldiers surrounded Yan Bei and protected him.
Sha Jia stood there and watched Yan Bei being rescued by his adjutant.
He was unwilling to fail this time, but Shajia was indeed not prepared enough. This could only be regarded as an experiment. If he had known that the effect would be so good, or if he had made more preparations, he would not have to sacrifice so many companions. It would not be impossible for Yan Bei to stay here today.
Thinking of this, Shajia no longer hesitated, but immediately gave the order to retreat.
Although the soldiers were somewhat unwilling and angry, they finally obeyed his orders and retreated.