The tool man is being targeted by the hero [Quick time travel]

Two little teenagers hugged each other among the abandoned fighter jets, surrounded by scattered parts. The mice seemed to understand the atmosphere and did not break in again. The quiet firelight illuminated the figures of the two.

"gentlemen?"

"I have a headache and I don't want to talk."

The picture text only thought that Luther was sick and became fragile, and he didn't push him away. He was allowed to hug him like this for a long time, feeling vaguely that he had hugged someone before, when he was very young.

Luther was silent and sullen. Huawen didn't understand why he felt wronged when he had a fever. He was worried that he might be a little mentally disturbed like these dwarves, so he half-pulled and half-coaxed him out of the mine.

All the way through the woods, the dwarves were not met again, and they all hid as if they had never existed, leaving no trace.

On the contrary, there are a few big birds with bright feathers shuttling in the forest. The indigo wings are a bit like peacocks. They look strong and strong. If they are shot and roasted, they should taste good.

If it wasn't for supporting Luther, he would have wanted to use the energy gun to see if he could shoot two of them, but it was a pity that they flew too fast and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Returning to the position next to the "Lion Eagle", Angus was dismantling the engine and sweating profusely. The two helped Luther into the cockpit to rest. The picture text gave Luther an injection, flipped through the medical kit, This is the last dose of antibiotics.

Finally, we are going to face the situation of scarcity of medicines. Now two of the three people are injured, and they are in trouble on this stupid planet and can't supply them. The future is predictable.

"The medicine is not enough?" Angus applied the cooling ice pack to Luther's head, and he also became nervous. "My injury is not serious, so leave the rest to the marshal."

Huawen shook the empty medical bag, and pinned the dagger to himself: "I, a medical soldier, have the final say on whether the injury is serious or not. I will find a way to get the medicine. In the future, there will be food, water, and all kinds of troubles will be free." Little, save your energy for today.”

Luther, who was drowsy with his eyes closed, opened a slit uncomfortably, looked at Huawen who seemed to have a plan, and stretched out his hand to him worriedly, Huawen patted the back of his hand, showing a reassuring smile : "Go to sleep first, it will be fine after a short sleep, we will always watch over you."

Hearing this voice, Luther gradually fell asleep. He was so tired, he ran all the way with injuries, and only now broke out. I don't know if this smaller body will also become weaker. just fell ill.

But what he finds more terrifying is loneliness.

Fortunately, Wen was by his side, even a slight breath was enough to make him fall into a deep sleep.

Huawen came out of the cockpit when Luther was fast asleep, and looked up at the sky in confusion. The sun was still high above, and it was still scorching hot, and the angle hadn't changed much.

Angus followed, helped the mech to the engine and continued to repair it, and sighed: "This is really not a place where people can stay, look at the sunshine, you know, it's already nine o'clock in the evening, my God, the time here is completely different from that outside, I estimated that it will take about 48 hours to pass a day and night."

The picture text joked: "Then we may need to learn to sleep during the day and eat breakfast at night."

When the real night fell, another ten hours passed, and this time the picture text couldn't make any jokes.

Luther hadn't woken up yet. All the pains he had suffered before were concentrated and he had burned for almost ten hours. Huawen anxiously fed him water to cool him down, and Angus kept an eye on his condition.

A light was on in the cockpit. Angus repaired the engine, and the power and temperature control of the cockpit can be maintained for the time being. The Gobi Desert is cold and windy at night, and there is only the sound of ghosts and wolves outside.

"I can't go on like this..." Huawen touched Luther's hot forehead, picked up the energy gun and stood up, "I'll go to the woods to see if there are any herbs, or find the group of dwarves, there must be something different about them surviving for so long Methods."

"Those dwarves," Angus hesitated to speak, "if they have any conscience, they shouldn't let them fall. In fact, after the Federation liquidated Stuart's traitors, the Marshal never gave up on finding this special assault force." The team has not been heard from for more than ten years, whether they defected or were forced to do nothing, the Marshal hopes that they can return to the Federation."

Huawen sighed softly: "It's been so long, I hope they can come out, I'll go to the woods first, and I'll be back soon."

Faced with such a situation, Angus couldn't stop him from saying it was too dangerous, so he could only nod his head: "Be careful, I will take good care of the marshal, I don't want him to lose you when he opens his eyes."

"Don't worry, I escaped from the prison planet safe and sound, my life is at stake." Huawen put on a thick cloak and rushed out against the biting cold wind.

It was pitch black outside, so dark that there was no edge, and there was no light at all. I had no way of knowing which galaxy this black mine planet was in. I could only feel the emptiness here, as if I was in a black hole, as if there was no one else but myself.

Looking up to the sky, there is a huge wheel spinning in the air. It stands to reason that it is so dark that I should not be able to see it, but I always feel that there is a suction force secretly moving in the sky, almost pulling people's souls away.

Standing in the cold wind for a moment, Huawen felt his heartbeat and came back to his senses. There was a hard breastplate in his breast pocket. It was the breastplate of Ed, the medical soldier who had died.

I don't know why, but today this badge was slightly hot on his chest, as if it was guiding him to something. He was so absorbed in looking for medicinal materials that he didn't have time to think about it, and followed the light brain's flashlight all the way to the woods.

The strange thing is that as soon as I entered the woods, the strong wind disappeared, as if there was a barrier around the woods to resist the strong wind.

"Hey, old man, come out to work," Huawen poked the system in his mind that hadn't spoken for a long time, "help me see which ones can be used as medicinal materials? Plants from other planets can be regarded as embarrassing me."

[So you haven’t forgotten about me, this little trash,” the system said self-destructively, [Currently, the plants on the planet Black Mine come from all corners of the universe, mixed and varied, but none of them have obvious healing effects, but animals can. 】

"For example, those white mice?" Huawen looked at the unrecognizable animals and plants, and waved his hands, "That's not okay, the Queen of the Rats doesn't look easy to mess with, and they don't dare to poach without seeing these dwarves. Is it an equivalent exchange?"

[There are other animals, although they are rare in number, such as the blue flying birds you saw today, their crests have certain medicinal value, and can bring people back to life after dying. 】

Huawen was startled when he heard it, and heard the sound of flapping wings: "If there is such a powerful effect, it must be difficult to catch. Those dwarves might not let them go. Maybe we can set up a trap..."

Before he took two steps, a dark blue shadow flashed in front of his eyes. The familiar indigo feathers and crisp bird song were exactly that blue flying bird!

How can you not catch the baby that comes to your door!

Huawen threw away the cloak that was in the way and followed quickly, while aiming with the energy gun, a blurry blue shadow flickered in front of his eyes, the bird flew so fast that it was too late to shoot.

At the end of the run, he was out of breath, Huawen only regretted that he was short-legged now, and the child's body couldn't run fast at all. The blue bird threw him far away with a few blows, and sang provocatively loudly, as if mocking him Can't catch up.

"Tsk... See if I don't catch it, pluck its fur, pick its bones, skewer it and roast it." Huawen took a breath and prepared to cut off branches to make a trap.

[It is recommended not to eat its meat, especially the internal organs, which are highly poisonous...] The system suggested from the side, before the words fell, a mournful bird song came from not far away.

Huawen suddenly raised his head: "It was caught by someone else?"

I followed the sound and ran over to have a look. Sure enough, the blue feathers were scattered all over the ground. The bird was lying on the ground dying. A familiar flying arrow was stuck in its chest and pierced through.

Huawen quickly looked around, but there was no movement of the dwarves, so he must have been ambushed by a dwarf trap.

"Is there no one around?" He added insurance to the system.

[No, there is currently no one nearby, you can steal. 】

"How can this be considered stealing! Can something that saves lives be considered stealing!" Huawen argued without blushing, "If I really can't be caught, I will cut off the crown and leave..."

Knowing that the dwarf was not there, Huawen didn't dislike the bloody blue bird, so he picked it up and walked back sneakily.

【Hmm... Although there is no one around, you still have to be careful, Mr. Instructor. Sometimes it is more dangerous when there is no one around. 】

Huawen couldn't help being horrified: "Don't plant a small flag for me! Every time you make a sound, nothing good will happen!"

The system feels a little wronged: [Didn't you poke me?You really have to be careful, the general bird hunters don’t just set up a trap…]

The sound of the system and Huawen's movements paused at the same time, and they all felt a bad sound of wind coming from a distance. When they lowered their heads, the blue bird that Huawen was carrying hit a thin line hanging in the air.

The sound of breaking wind followed, this is not the daytime where you can see the trajectory of sharp arrows, in the pitch black you can only dodge wildly by instinct, the lethality of a sharp arrow that can penetrate such a big bird is not vegetarian !

I dodged one sideways and brushed the tip of my nose, and before I breathed a sigh of relief, the other struck straight in front of my face, Huawen only had time to lean back, and there was a sharp pain in my chest, as if I had hit a wall Usually, it is directly nailed to the ground by this huge force.

Before he fainted, he vaguely saw an arrow stuck in his chest, but it didn't hurt very much, but he couldn't breathe for a while, as if something blocked him...

At the same time, Luther, who was far outside the woods, opened his eyes suddenly, staring at his eyes from the high fever, but the suffocation in his chest made him wake up from the nightmare in an instant.

"Marshal! You're awake!" Angus said in surprise, and quickly fed him water. "How do you feel?"

Luther looked around for a week but couldn't find the person he wanted to see, and blurted out, "Where's Wen? Where is he?"

Angus said with some embarrassment: "He went to find the medicinal materials. It's over there in the woods. I think he will be back soon..."

"How can I let him be alone...!" Luther propped up his limp body and got up, his voice was hoarse and dry, and the premonition in his heart became more and more bad, "Something is wrong, I'm going to find him!"

"Marshal! No, you are not in good health yet!"

Unable to stop Angus, Luther staggered and opened the hatch, stepping into the darkness amidst the howling wind.

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By a pond in the depths of the woods, a fence and a bonfire were set up, and two telescopes that were out of place here stood guard at the door. Inside the fence was a shelter transformed from a row of wooden houses and a hemispherical spaceship.

All the dwarves sat in front of a fire, with a glass of wine and a white flower in front of each of them, and they were silent.

And on a stretcher beside the fire, there was lying the painting they had just brought back, holding a blue bird in his hand, whose life or death was unknown.

The dwarf took the bluebird, ripped open the belly and put the poisonous entrails into the goblets in front of everyone.

These arrangements have been made before the arrival of the picture text. The dwarves seem to be doing the last ceremony. Everyone's face is calm and bewildered. They are about to give up everything to follow death.

Tonight, the sudden appearance of Huawen broke their plan. Looking at this outsider who was still unconscious, the dwarves didn't know how to arrange it for a while, and they were silent strangely.

"Aite," a dwarf approached and poked Huawen's face, "Why isn't he awake yet?"

Aite, who was seated at the top, rubbed his wine glass with a complicated expression: "He didn't suffer any injuries, and he will wake up in a while... If he still doesn't wake up, he is pretending to be dizzy."

Now all the dwarves were staring at Huawen, and Huawen, who was lying down and pretending to be dead, couldn't bear it any longer, so he slowly got up, rubbed his slightly sore chest, and smiled sarcastically: "Well... good evening Ah, everyone!"

"Outsider, we won't kill you, and you don't want to hinder us." Aite stared at him, the fierceness in his eyes was gone, as if he had aged dozens of years in one day, and his pupils were full of oil. .

Huawen covered his painful chest and looked at them: "Are you... are you planning to kill yourself?"

The eyes of the dwarves were so tragic that they all wet their eye sockets and lowered their heads to look at the poisoned wine in the glass. In the glass was their own distorted face. They almost couldn't remember who they used to be.

The federal special commandos, once the vanguard force, have been tortured to the point where they are now. From the elite soldiers 15 years ago, they have become the ugly and haggard dwarves now. They can no longer see the future.

"Since we defected to the Federation, we can't go back," Aite said loudly, raising his glass with everyone, "I've been a lonely ghost for so long, it's time to go home."

Huawen hurriedly said: "Just go home like this? Have you never thought that you can really get out from here!"

"Young man, haven't you noticed the difference on this planet?" Aite looked at him deeply, "The black ore that the whole universe is crazy about is endless here, and how many precious and rare plants emerge here endlessly, without us humans Haven't you thought about how these black minerats survived and reproduced before they arrived?"

"They..." The picture text suddenly thought of something, "They were brought through the former wormhole! Plant seeds, and black mine..."

Aite said inscrutably: "So we dare not mess with the queen rats, they are the masters here, without the black mine rats, the whole planet would collapse, but now, the queen rats are reduced to exchange and reproduce with us, otherwise there is no way To continue the offspring, even they can't come in and out, what else can we ordinary humans do?"

The picture text can't help but shudder. If this black mine planet used to be the lair of black minerats, then the entrance of the cave is sealed, and even the owner of the lair can only sit and eat. How easy is it to reconnect the passage?

"But... just because there was this passage, doesn't it mean that there may be a way out?" Huawen was still struggling, he didn't believe that a cracked space could trap him, "Don't you want to go out and have a look? "

Aite turned his head indifferently: "What do you go out to see? To see the graves of relatives, or the destruction of the Federation?"

Hearing such words from a former member of the Federation, Huawen couldn't help but frowned: "Whether you have hatred for the Federation or not, it's been so long now, can you still not let it go?"

Aite didn't say anything, and looked down at the poisoned wine in the glass.

"We don't care about how much loss you caused to the Federation when you were forced to defect back then. The marshal has not given up on searching for you in the past ten years. I believe you are still alive. You are still the most powerful commando in our Federation. "

The picture text slowly stood up and looked down at the silent dwarves: "Now is the time when the Federation is in crisis. The Empire has seized most of the Federation's energy galaxies, and the legion of tens of thousands of people has been wiped out. At such a moment of life and death, you Do you just want to escape?"

Aite's voice was dry, and he didn't dare to raise his head: "But we can't go back... 15 years ago, our family was buried in the hands of the enemy, and the moment we betrayed the Federation, we couldn't go back..."

Huawen knew that they didn't really hate the Federation, they just hated themselves for being incompetent, so they stood up and pressed Aite's shoulders: "Then your abilities are wasted on useless confession? I really don’t know if it’s your pride or your shame, your family is really stupid, they died in vain for you!”

"What did you say!" After being poked in pain, Aite pushed him to Huawen, grabbed his collar and pushed him to the ground, his cloudy eyes were bloodshot, "You are not allowed to say that about them!"

Huawen couldn't break free, so he could only continue to stimulate him with words: "Your parents are really blind! Raising you cowards for nothing!"

Aite raised his fist and was about to hit him, but Huawen hurriedly turned around while protecting his face. With a "ding bang", a shiny breastplate rolled down from his breast pocket to the ground.

Every soldier would own the badge, which is used to represent the identity and name, so that it is not uncommon to see who it is when the body is accidentally sacrificed, but Aite glanced at the vague name on it, and the angry face Freeze instantly.

He threw away the pictorial text, leaned over and held the badge in his hand, and kept groping for the name on it: Ed Matthew.

Aite picked up the badge and ran it in front of him, trying his best to suppress the urgency in his heart, and asked in a low voice: "This badge...is it yours? Or did you pick it up?"

"This..." Hua Wen took a closer look, it was Ed's breastplate that he had kept on his chest, and now there was a small sunken hole in it, which was obviously poked out by a sharp arrow.

It turned out that it was this badge that blocked an arrow for him!

Huawen glanced at the excited and painful eyes in Aite's eyes, and suddenly guessed in his heart that there is such a coincidence in the world.

Aite was staring at him with ecstatic eyes, but the owner of the breastplate was dead, dead in front of him.

Couldn't bear to tell him the truth, Huawen could only lie: "This belongs to one of my comrades-in-arms, you should have seen it, I'm just a medical soldier, Ed accidentally dropped his badge during the mission, I picked it up for him and haven't had time to return it to him, but an accident happened halfway and I landed here."

Aite grabbed his hand: "Then he! How is he now? Did he say anything about his family?"

The picture text tried hard to recall Ed's words before his death: "He is fine, he said, he lives in the third district of the Federation's vice main star, and there is only one old mother named Ai Lei in his family, and his brother Ai Te..."

The picture text didn't say any more, and looked up at Aite. The dwarf's eyes were red, and his hands and feet were shaking with excitement.

This is different from the previous self-abandonment. He was ecstatic when he lost and found it. He held the breastplate cherished and murmured: "He is not dead, and my mother is fine... Thank God..."

"Yes," Huawen sat up slowly, feeling relieved, "They are still alive, and they are still waiting for you to come home."

The rest of the dwarves gathered around, looking forward to the hopeful eyes like candles being lit, picking up new hope again.

"Great! Our family may be okay!"

"Aite's mother and younger brother are here, and our parents must still be alive!"

"If he is really alive, my son will be an adult!"

"15 years ago I thought they were all dead, oh my god, almost went with them!"

They hugged each other and cried bitterly. Although the radiation from the black mine made them all dwarfed, the traces of aging on their faces could not be erased. The fine lines at the corners of Aite’s eyes were full of tears. He might be almost 40 years old. The family and motherland have been separated for 15 years.

If the 15 years of torture were sustained by hatred, then from now on it is time to go home, to the motherland, to the place of the people I love.