After Becoming a Little Sister

She adjusted the posture of the divine grace golden armor, then pulled out two Tairuo Mountain swords, inserted them on the ground beside her hands, half-kneeled and closed her eyes, and fell into silence, maintaining this strange posture like a sculpture. posture.

A huge 'dream' began to spread throughout the entire Poseidon...

PS1: Restore the network settings and disable the IPTV. Congratulations. After modifying the routing bridge, I found that the current Telecom Optical Modem has three layers of passwords. The first layer is the white interface, the second layer is the management interface, and there is a super administrator behind it. Account number, this wave of them is in the atmosphere...

PS2: Why did no one respond to my googling? Some people in the group even advised me to go to bed early. It's so weird.

PS3: No matter the network tomorrow, concentrate on continuing to code words!

Chapter 1087 1067-Little Tyrant

Qijielahua, the devil's flower that once destroyed the fourth era.

Contaminated with the pollen of the Zijella flower, normal creatures would fall into a deep sleep, but their brain waves were abnormally active.

For normal creatures, if the body falls into a state of deep sleep, the brain cells can only guarantee a short period of time, and most of the time they rest together, commonly known as a night without dreams, and occasionally a nightmare will be fed back to the body, such as when falling suddenly, Feel the weightlessness of the whole body.

Of course, there is also the shameful dream that I have to get up to wash underwear the next day.

However, after being hypnotized by the pollen of Qijiela flowers, he was able to keep his brain in an extremely long "awake" state when his body was asleep, and even indulged in a dream, thinking that it was reality, between a positive and a negative, The body is getting weaker and weaker, but the dream is getting more and more perfect, and there is no possibility of waking up.

What is even more frightening is that these dreams will be 'entangled' together. One person has one dream, and a hundred people will form a huge dream that can accommodate hundreds of people. The more people who fall asleep in the same area at the same time, the bigger the dream will be. The more real it is, it is almost indistinguishable from the real world.

Falling into this kind of dream, who can realize that they have lost their autonomy?

The magic emperors of the fourth era were so powerful that they could transform the entire planet of grace, and even reached out to the starry sky to make satellite arks.

And they actually have a different world Dyson sphere plan to wrap up the holy day without wasting any energy, and the stars and the sea are right in front of them.

But even such a powerful civilization quickly collapsed under various seemingly insignificant blows. Qijie Lahua played an absolute role in it, and no one knew it for a long time in the Fourth Era Knowing the harm of Qijiela flower, they even treated it as an elegant plaything, a herbal medicine with sleep-promoting effect, processed and used it.

Switching to a fragment of civilization that people on earth can understand, it is probably the era that was destroyed by the smoke.

By the time the powerful magic emperors of the fourth era came to their senses, a large number of people had lost the possibility of treatment. The powerful biological evolutionary individuals were preparing for war, but they couldn't find any real enemies when they looked around.

The original king of the Flügel even issued a gauntlet to the entire starry sky, wanting to bet the future of civilization on a strategic decisive battle at any cost, and win or lose in the first battle.

But he stacked so many buffs first, the ghost will fight him...

In the end, the civilization of the fourth era slowly died out. The magic emperor who touched the authority of the gods exhausted his last power, cut off the connection between the world of divine grace and the boundless starry sky, and built an isolated regional battlefield. At the end of the era, those creatures had a chance to resist or even turn the tables.

Everything in the Fifth Era was built on ruins. Under the long-term influence of the concept of archeology as scientific research and relics as progress, both the social system and technological progress have become more and more deformed, and they are expected to walk out of their own way. The road is completely unrealistic, it can only be tinkering, relying on the legacy of the ancestors to reach a staged bottleneck period.

However, the chronology of culture also made them be wary of Qijielahua's insidious methods. It was not until the First Legion established a new National Alchemy Academy to sort out the civilization remnants of the Fourth Era in a large-scale and systematic way. Restored the original truth.

As a result, those weird things were gradually deciphered or sealed up, and some targeted solutions were researched, and even new functions were developed.

And as the honorary dean of the National Academy of Alchemy, although Aliya is a little girl, she can proudly declare that no one knows these things better than her in these mysterious fields, even alchemists who specialize in these researches , and because the secret level is not enough, there is no way to systematically understand these banned taboo knowledge of heretics.

For example, now, this set of combos has no effect on her at all, it can only make her aware of the arrival of opportunities.

So she is waiting, waiting for the fairy sister or the khaki-colored wild protagonists to "break free" from that huge dream, and smash the defense network intertwined with pheromone and brain waves—no way, no way, this The silly boss Big Wood doesn't think he can really trap those protagonists, does he?

And in that gap, she can completely destroy the possibility of the other party performing this kind of insidious trick again, and complete the suppression.

Now she is waiting for that moment with all her strength——

Two identical Mount Tairuo swords were half-submerged on the ground, and began to tremble slowly as if pulled by some pulling force...

……

……

Xiong Luoli yawned and woke up skillfully.

She rubbed her eyes, looked at the environment in front of her, and then widened her eyes——

What's the situation?

The vast snow, the birch forest, the World War II propeller plane passing overhead, and even the sound of artillery whistling.

"???"

Are you dreaming?

She pinched her face, but the pain that came clearly made her expression change again and again.

It's over, did he time travel again?

Thinking of this, she hurriedly observed the environment left and right, and then found a corner of a building that looked like a church, nestled there to make sure there were no traces of enemies around, and then began to sort out the current situation.

Look at your body first - well, it's a child's size.

What a shit!

She took off the hat on her head and threw it hard on the snow, splashing a cloud of snow and dust.

With such small arms and legs, I can't do anything on the battlefield!Isn't this a dead end?

Then there is the inspection of the equipment - there is nothing, and it looks like Maozi's military uniform from World War II... But can this black and shabby cotton jacket really be called a military uniform?

She lifted up her collar and sniffed, her little face inevitably wrinkled.

Mixed with the smell of sweat and gunpowder smoke, God knows how long this padded jacket has not been cleaned. For her who loves to clean, it is simply a nightmare.

But this is still a trivial matter, what's more important is that I actually wear such contemporary clothes, so this is soul wear?

Sparsely looking through all the things that are available at hand, Xiong Luoli feels that she has probably figured out her situation.

Well, a little loli who was conscripted to fight in World War II.

Really have you!Even when it was the Battle of Stalingrad, the corps were drawn from various battlefields!

Even if Moscow is behind, everyone has no way to retreat, and there is no such thing as sending the little girl to the battlefield!

...Wait, it seems that in the most difficult time, there are still many child soldiers?

Thinking about these messy things, Xiong Luoli took a deep breath, and could vaguely smell something burning in the air, warning her that this is not a ski resort like an amusement park, but covered with Snow White's vast battlefield.

She turned her head to look at the church beside her, and found that the smell of burning things came from the church behind her—.

A big hole was opened on the side of the church, as if it had been hit by shelling, and half of the steeple collapsed, and the sound of "crackling—" firewood burning could be heard, and there was no sound inside. Just heard a few soft sounds of bricks and stones falling.

Tiptoing into the church through the broken window, Xiong Luoli cautiously poked her head out to look at the environment inside the church.

The collapsed building completely covered the center of the church, and a large table that was put together was broken. In the ruins, you can still vaguely see the hands and feet protruding from the corpse, but they have already become stiff due to time. It was so blue-gray that even the blood couldn't seep out, it could only be a brown clod condensed with dust and ash.

She frowned, picked up a piece of fire-stained wood next to it, walked around the lower edge of the window sill, and looked at the clothes of the nearest corpse.

It's a padded jacket with the same fur as hers...

So this is one of our own?

She hurriedly reached out to feel the other person's pulse, but the person was already dead, so there were no survivors.

After tossing for a while, Xiong Luoli leaned on the side and sat down sweating profusely—this was supposed to be a temporary command post, but it was directly killed by long-range shelling, and the collapsed church building took over the entire command post. The victim with the highest military rank that can be found so far is a regiment-level political commissar.

The opponent's uniform and coat both have collar badges, which are red background color and three square-shaped emblems with yellow edges, which proves the identity of the opponent's political commissar. In the Maozi military system during World War II, the political commissar used a separate military rank. If the square-shaped emblem becomes a diamond, it must be brigade level up.

The headquarters of a regiment was destroyed by a single shot. What kind of bad luck is this?

Xiong Luoli wanted to cry but had no tears. If they were still there, it would be much safer to follow. After all, it was the headquarters and would not be on the front line.

But now she is the only survivor, and she doesn't even know where to go, let alone—

"This is the 16th Regiment...Zizizi...repeat...reach the enemy...Zizizi..."

A burst of communication sound from under the ruins interrupted her thoughts. Xiong Luoli's eyes lit up, she quickly threw away the small torch in her hand, rushed over and began to scrape bricks and stones, and it took a while before she saw the buried radio station.

Eh?Did Mao Zi already have a radio station for direct radio communication during World War II?Shouldn't it be Telegram?

But that's not the point, the point is the information coming from the radio - the standard bear language!

And there is also a 13th regiment, which proves that the troops have not been wiped out yet!And allies!

Xiong Luoli was overjoyed, and hurriedly pulled the radio out of the poor messenger's corpse: "This is... This is the headquarters! This is the headquarters!"

Although I don't even know what the headquarters is here, I can't tell the other side that all the main personnel on my side are gone.

If you tell the other party that this headquarters has been reimbursed, then don't even think about waiting for reinforcements. It's impossible for Xiong Luoli to understand this.

Although she was a bit of a cheater to her teammates, Xiong Luoli felt that the most important thing for her to survive now was to ask the opponent to send a small group of troops that would not affect the situation of the battle, and then she said that on the way the opponent came, she was killed by a shell. If the details of the past are vague, it is likely that the other party will not refuse to save him.

"Division headquarters?Great!Finally got in touch with you guys!Are you still in Ansk? ”The rough male voice in the communication was overjoyed: “We are trapped in the Poplov Church area!need help! 』

Division headquarters?Isn't it a group?

But thinking about it, it seems right. The other party said that he is a regiment-level unit, and it is impossible to ask for help directly from the headquarters of the next regiment.

Most of the operations of "pull a brother" on the battlefield are illegal. Military transfers can only be reported to the superiors, and then the command is transferred. The May Eighth Regiment will definitely help the venue's operations, and they will be held accountable afterwards.

Otherwise, after the Battle of Ping'an Gele, not only Li Yunlong was blamed, but Ding Zaqiao and Kong Guojia were also held accountable. The soldiers should obey the order and go out without authorization to make Northwest Shanxi into a pot of porridge. Well, what if you lose...

But compared to these insignificant details, it is more important to figure out where you are.

Ansk?Where is Ansk?Where is the Poplov Church?

Xiong Luoli's eyes were full of mosquito coils, but she subconsciously remembered the big table that was not completely covered.

When I was looking for survivors before, I saw that there seemed to be a map on it?

Unlike the protagonists who are used to fighting with the wind, Xiong Luoli is the standard king of headwinds. She quickly adjusted after being in the circle for less than two seconds. The half-collapsed table vigorously brushed away the dust and gravel on it, and the eyes flicked over it——

Ansk... Ansk... Church... Poplov... Found it!

With her little finger on the overly detailed map, she swallowed all the surrounding terrain and markings at a glance: "Your 13th Regiment is in the Poplov Church? How many people do you have?"

『我们还有600多人！但是我们没有油料和弹药！我们现在的5辆T-34根本挡不住对面的虎式！我们需要弹药！我们还有3门37型152mm的ML-19火炮！我们如果有弹药的话可以再打一次！』

ha?Tiger? ?

Xiong Luoli gasped, it was really a fight with De San!

There are only 600 tanks in the regiment of 5 people. The 13th regiment is obviously disabled.

During the conversation, there was a faint and short roar of artillery, and it was unknown whether it was the only ammunition that was used to fight back or was being beaten, but the deafening explosion could not cover up the opponent's arrogance roar.

"ammunition!Command!If you give us enough ammo, I can fight back! 』

"If I have it, I'll give it to you now!" She slid her finger down on the map: "Before you said to engage the enemy, what's the situation now? What kind of army is the opponent?"

"The opponent should be an anti-tank battalion. One of our T-34s was killed by the opponent's 75mm anti-tank gun. They have a lot of motorcycles and cars, at least seventy or eighty wheeled cars!"Our mobility is completely inferior to theirs, so we can only stand by and wait for help! 』