Red dust kills beauty

[-]. Love and hatred with Maozi①

What interrupted this bargaining was a harsh alarm that sounded suddenly.

……Hold.

With a serious look on my face, I tucked the witch merchant under my arm, and strode out—I'm going to get busy soon, and I don't worry about letting this kid stay alone in the team office.

He looked up from my arms: "What happened?"

"Congratulations, Crow's Mouth, you got the milk. The hairy boy from the third district is here."

I said coldly, strode to the guard room downstairs, and threw him in: "This kid is the young master of the Wu family we are looking for, and he still has a fever. Leave the two of us behind and get him some medicine and food." Yes, take good care of this person, don’t let him run around, and the rest of you should inform your teammates to assemble.”

The witch merchant was stunned: "What are you doing?"

I quickly took off my usual outfit and put on combat camouflage, as did the rest of us.My subordinates threw a combat dagger over, and I inserted it directly into my military boots.

"Young Master Wu is so smart that you can't fail to see that we are planning to go to war. Didn't we talk about this just now?"

I put my head down and stuffed a grenade into my camouflage uniform, and said with a sneer: "Self-Defense Force, Self-Defense Force, you think we are only Yanbei's urban management? Yanbei is the territory of the third district to the north, and we want to guard the border."

He ignored my ambiguity: "I know—but shouldn't you be in command? Why are you going to the front line? Could it be Mr. Fu who is in command?"

It sounds like "why not eat mincemeat" as silly.Of course I know that I or Fu Baixue should be the chief deputy. At least one person should be in charge of the command, but there are not enough people. If one person stays behind, it means several times the casualty rate.

It can be said that the self-defense force is fully supported by me and Fu Baixue, how can it retreat?

I didn't speak, but the witch merchant's eyes flickered, his long eyelashes drooped, and he suddenly picked out a misty smile: "I understand."

You can tell at a glance that he didn't make a good idea.

I stretched out my index finger and pointed at him, with a warning in my voice, even if I knew it was nothing more than nothing: "Don't do unnecessary things." Without much time to dawdle, I huffed away with my team members.

As I said before, the slums were formerly camps, located in the northeast of Yanbei, at the junction of the three districts.Less than ten kilometers away from there is the battlefield.Now that we have completely severed diplomatic relations with the three districts, and the sea, land and air of both sides have stopped, it is the only place for smugglers from the north to pass through.

Since the fall of the countries, there has been a lack of strong control. Every autumn, people from the north will go south, because it is too cold and there is a lack of supplies. There is no way to survive without fighting.

However, these are usually small groups of refugees or deserters, and they will attack Yanbei if they can't survive.Otherwise, it is definitely not something our militia, which has been formed for no more than ten years, can handle.

After all, the ones with really strong background fled to the south when they saw the situation was not good. For example, the Wu family, where the real heritage is really deep.The once prosperous Shangjing is now just a place of bitter cold.

So it’s not bad for us to be urban management. We are in charge of our own people, but we have to fight outsiders. We lack money, people, and weapons.

"I'm so poor, I'll forget it!"

I angrily threw an assembled rifle to the young man behind me, what the hell age is it, we still use this kind of crap to fight with others, if Lao Bai and I don't stand in front of it, isn't it called this? A group of young people sent to die!

It is convenient for defense, and the base of the self-defense force is not far from Shuilongpo-this is why I can walk to the slums when I have nothing to do.When I rushed to the battlefield, I saw a huge gap in the tens of kilometers long defensive wall composed of concrete and high-voltage power grid①, and a wave of people came from the north, like sardines being squeezed , rushing out of that breach impatiently.

Fu Baixue was already on board. He hid behind a trench and led the most elite team to shoot indiscriminately at the influx of refugees; other teams assisted from the side and tried to narrow the encirclement; behind was the logistics team. With the people pulled from Shuilongpo, we stepped up to dig trenches behind.

They are all old rivals, and they know each other very well.Those who came in the first wave were nothing but vagrants who had no way out on the border, all of them were ragged and stooped, and they were really helpless poor people.Some of them were better, and they even took iron bars for self-defense, and some even had only fruit knives or bare hands.Some people broke through the blockade with hopeful smiles on their faces, and then were knocked down by bullets and fell into the sand.The people behind felt something was wrong and screamed to retreat, but they were pushed and pushed out by the unknown crowd behind, and even died at the feet of their own people.

—To put it bluntly, they are all cannon fodder, used to fill trenches.

After this wave passes, the next three waves and four waves will be the hard stubble.Speaking of it, this idea is really bad, and I don't know who thought it up.Not only wasting our bullets and energy, but also depleting our nerves.Every year after the war, some could not bear this cruel scene, and quit or even committed suicide.

There are a few behind me who just joined the Self-Defense Force this year. They have never seen such a scene of massacre, and they couldn't help retching.

I also changed my face, but it wasn't because of this one-sided massacre: "Why is the breach this year so big!"

This [-]-meter-wide gap was by no means the result of the stragglers in previous years.There are only two possibilities, one, they have new equipment and weapons this year; two, some of them have abilities that can change possession.

Either way, it's not a good thing for us.If I had to choose, I would choose the first one.Seriously, I'd rather go through a wormhole with a nuclear warhead than fight a big Alpha or a big Omega.

The place where I am is a temporary command room. Apart from me, there are several signal soldiers back and forth, until one of them gave me an "OK" gesture, and I adjusted the combat headset: "Call Lao Bai .Over."

Fu Baixue's voice came over: "Got it. Over."

I laughed: "Do you need support, Over."

"There is a message from the watchtower that the enemy has powerful blasting abilities and is blasting our walls. I need you to sneak in to find the target and finish him off, within three hours as much as possible. Over."

"Received. Over."

I pointed to the weak point in the southwest, and said to the people behind me: "Take your team members and go over there for support. If the wall is blasted again, this is the most important place. Don't let them break in Come."

After speaking, I left the command room and hurried to the battlefield.It happened that there was a team of big trucks going to send people to the front line, so I climbed into the car and took a ride. I accidentally lowered my head and met a child.

It's Wuqiu.

That's right, the people who hate Maozi the most should be the people in Shuilongpo.To us it's a ghetto, but to them it's home.So every year the Self-Defense Force is short of manpower, and they will find people from the slums nearby to act as logistics.This little bird looks like the kind that values ​​love and righteousness, so it will probably be given for nothing.

From his dark eyes, I saw myself in military uniform.The look on his face was so shocked, it made me want to laugh.

I sat cross-legged and asked him, "Do you have any food with you?"

He froze for a moment, then took out a bar of chocolate from his pocket in a daze, it was the one I gave you last time, the child didn't understand, the chocolate had already half-melted, and the piece of soft tartare could be seen through the tin foil.

He wanted to hand it to me, but I confiscated it. Instead, I took out a small can of tuna from the side pocket of my trousers and threw it into his arms: "I probably won't have time to eat in a while, help me." Eat it."

He was still in a state of shock, and accepted the copper can in a dizzy manner, his expression still dazed.

What a stupid kid.

The big card drove very fast, and the distance was very short. In a few sentences, I had already reached the place.The rest of the road can't be tricked, I have to go by myself.

"Come back and give you a name." I stood up, smiled at him, and rubbed his head: "Let's go."

I neatly went around to the watchtower by the wall a few miles away, and climbed up.As early as on the way, I contacted the radio station and had an encrypted communication with them. At this time, I saw me climbing up. After the routine verification of identity, the sentry brother began to explain the situation to me.

"...They don't have weapons of mass destruction, and their equipment is the same as the previous two years... It is preliminarily determined that the capable person blasted it... Yes, it is that bunker. We suspect that the capable person is hiding there... He should have The ability to control the expansion of non-living bodies at a distance has no effect on dense metals. But from this section to this section, there are brick-and-soil walls, about 200 meters away, which are very easy to be destroyed, and the power grid cannot stop it at all... "

"Don't we have bombers? There aren't too many forts on the opposite side. If you're lucky, you might be able to get by."

"...we have bombers, but the pilots can't fly."

Oh shit, I forgot.Every time the two sides start a war, they bomb each other first to show their friendship. Unfortunately, this time they were lucky enough to blow up our air force headquarters. That's why the alarm sounded just now.Without the headquarters, the pilot is blind and deaf, flying over is no different from giving away the head.

So this time it's really just riding alone for thousands of miles, it's exciting.

I studied the terrain and got a good idea. I nodded: "Okay. I understand."

Brother Sentinel was a little worried: "Deputy team, are you alone, are you really okay?"

I rubbed my chin with my thumb, and smiled slyly: "I am your deputy team, even Lao Bai will be in charge of me, do you think I can do it?"

Of course I can.

I have been wandering the battlefield like a wandering spirit for so many years, and finally found such a safe place to live and live, and finally had something that made me feel that I am not an empty shell, how could I not?

Like a leopard, I bypassed the power grid, lightly followed the shadow, and slid to the opposite side without a sound.Every time I reach this threshold, I deeply hate that my ability is good everywhere, but unfortunately I can't fly.

Fu Baixue and I's abilities are actually not very suitable for group combat.

In fact, once the strength of a single player reaches a certain level, it is difficult to cooperate with others.So in the past, Fu Baixue and I led the team out. The two of us back to back worked as meat grinders in front, and the people behind checked and filled in the gaps.Sometimes I encounter tasks that have to be separated, and I am often the one who does the task.

All because of my ability, I call it "decomposition and reconstruction".

To put it bluntly, I can structure everything I want to deconstruct.Among them, "decomposition" and "construction" are two different stages. If we only decompose it, the consumption on me is very small.

I stretched out my hand and sprayed out invisible "threads" - maybe tentacles, or things like spider webs, anyway, it was just a feeling, a kind of perception in my mind - as long as the "threads" touched People or things are what I can reach.

I have tested before, the limit range of this ability is 100 meters.

Is it strong?It can be said that it is strong enough to defy the sky.

But the price is also very high. Every time I use it up, I will have a long "ghost period"-vomiting, dizziness, tinnitus, fainting...depending on the intensity of my use.

The task Lao Bai entrusted to me is not how to sneak in, how to kill the enemy silently.

It's about how to come back after I kill the enemy with my abilities.

Next chapter: Love and hatred with Maozi②

"Hey, can you hear me?"

A voice with a smile sounded from my earphone, "This is a witch merchant, please answer if you receive it."

"..." I said weakly, "I want to say Over."

The author says:

There is no cure for the iron-blood complex... At first I just wanted to write the results in one stroke, but what's more, I found out that I didn't know much about modern military affairs after writing in detail, so I hurriedly searched for information... So this chapter is very short.

①: The prototype comes from the Berlin Wall.

Aning's ability is getting stronger. If you are interested, you can compare it with the undercover career rollover④.Although the description is the same, they are completely different in terms of versatility.

Thank you Xiao Shaoyuan for feeding the fish food~ Hehehe, I almost missed it.