[Shuanglong Group] Warm and Cold

On November 2116th, 11 in the imperial calendar, the empire suddenly launched a fierce attack on Yeyuan Fire Island. Supersonic fighters used the latest plasma rays developed by the empire to sweep the resource-rich Yeyuan Fire Island into ruins. The rest of the countries on this continent are ringing dull bells on their foreheads—anything that is closely related to the interests of the Federation is making things difficult for the Empire.

Of course, there are also many scholars who oppose this cruel practice of the empire, but war is a bloody politics, and there has never been a soft heart on this road. Anyway, everyone is tearing their skins and making losses. Whoever loses more.

The Empire attacked when the weather was at its worst.Strong wind, heavy fog, cloudy, all the bad conditions were present. No one thought that the attack would be launched under such conditions. Both Ye Yuanhuo and the Federation were caught off guard.

The word "surprise" means "odd". Yeyuan Huoshima was unprepared, and the plasma strafing lasted less than half an hour before Yeyuanhuo declared his surrender.

Yeyuanhuo Island, which had been almost razed to the ground, had no airborne troops to land on it. What the Empire itself wanted was not to subdue the Yeyuanhuo area. What the Empire wanted was the downfall of the Federation. After all...

This also means that the federal follow-up reserve resources are declared bankrupt.

It is not that the Federation did not stop the Empire's bombing, but the practice of lingering was not taken seriously by the Empire, thanks to the solid foundation laid for the Empire by the current Marshal of the Empire and his sentinels in the Federation.

——Pin down Yamata no Orochi.

But before that, the dangers to face are far more than these.

Back in time two days ago.

Yimulian woke up, and was not in a hurry to find something to cover his naked body. He turned around and wiped off the sweat on Huang's forehead, and let out a breath of hot air trembling.The white mist disappeared quickly. It was really cold this day. There was no heating in the abandoned hut. Huang was sweating a lot. It didn't look cold at all, but he himself was about to freeze to death.

The over-consumed mental power gradually recovered during the connection, a small amount of sentinel pheromone mixed in his blood vessels, and a comfortable signal came from the consciousness cloud. His body had not completely stopped heating, but the burning sensation seemed to make him in this state. I felt even more shivering in the freezing cold environment.

"Huang?" He pushed Huang, but the sentinel was sound asleep and had no intention of waking up.

Huang is very weak, and the wound he received before is still bleeding.The bandages were all torn off during the "intense exercise", and there was a layer of blood mist on the wound. I couldn't laugh or cry, and I didn't know who to blame for a moment.He got up with difficulty, endured the exhaustion all over his body, simply picked up the scattered clothes on the floor, and quickly dressed neatly.

No matter how amazing the recovery ability of the Dark Sentinel is, short-term weakness caused by excessive blood loss is inevitable. What's more, after a big battle and another "big war", even according to the robot's biological clock, it should sleep for a while.

Huang still has no intention of waking up.

This person is good, but he is still well-dressed!With a blushing face, he buckled the belt of his trousers, and pressed the hot back of his hand against Huang's face, making Huang's sweaty cheeks look particularly cold.Yimulian helped Huang to the hut occupied by them, simply wiped the blood, and rummaged through the small medicine box he had found, but there were not enough bandages.He had to go back to the small pharmacy and search the medicine cabinet for the bandages he picked up earlier. Undoubtedly, Huang needed to be bandaged again...

The communicator rang suddenly, it was a call to Huang, and Yimulian hesitated to pick it up.

The voice of Gu Huo Niao came: "Line 2048, double encrypted channel... Ah, why are you the Marshal?"

"Hello, Admiral Gu Huo Niao. You can talk to me if you have anything to say."

"Don't get me wrong, I'm here to discuss the surprise attack on Ye Yuanhuo I mentioned earlier, so I didn't intend to discuss it with you."

Gu Huo Niao was very considerate, Yi Mu Lian didn't feel any discomfort in his heart, but he couldn't help but twitched: "The general means... the empire has decided to use surprise attacks and bombing methods?"

"Yes, I would like to ask Mr. Huang's opinion on the tactical arrangement. You were attacked? What happened to him?"

"No...he's resting."

Yimulian tried to be as tactful as possible, but Gu Huo Niao obviously understood the hidden meaning - this time she finally didn't want to misunderstand too much, and she was even worried about them: "Marshal, you are still in the Federation. Inland!"

Yes, he knew it too, and he felt very sorry for it too!

"I agree with the point of view of diverting the bombing target, but there is really no..."

"Marshal Lian, I know you are kind-hearted, but you have seen the consequences of the so-called kindness. The battle reports of the first batch of advance bombing troops in the empire are so bleak, and how many soldiers lost their lives because of the 'merciful and soft-hearted' combat arrangement... I did not By blaming you, it’s just that war always has a price.”

"Yeyuanhuo has nothing to do with the war of the Imperial Federation."

They were even victims in the first place.

Gu Huo Niao was thoughtful: "Because of this, the pain accumulated over time under the federation's colonization might as well be stopped overnight."

"..."

"Mr. Huang is a very admirable person, no, a soldier. I have never doubted his loyalty to the empire, even if the empire only exploited him again and again. He can always get rid of all distracting thoughts and serve the army. It is not without reason that the Ministry of Finance has planned the next step of strategy, and sat in this highly respected position at a young age."

Gu Huoniao didn't intend to hide it, everyone knew that Huang Bi Yimulian was more suitable for the position of marshal.

Yimulian also knows.

"……Um."

"Mr. Huang woke up, please call back immediately, poor children, I am very sorry for your dilemma."

Yimulian was about to hang up the phone when she heard her say, "Don't force yourself too much. There are some things that the empire can handle. When there is nothing you can do, remember to come back early."

His heart warmed, but he didn't answer.

He hung up the phone and went back to the pharmacy. Faced with the ambiguous smell in the room, he gritted his teeth and looked coldly, and began to rummage through the medicine cabinet under the pressure of shame.The phonograph is still playing a speech of justice, oh, maybe not a speech, but an old war documentary, an officer jokes with the paratroopers: "The leaves will be blown down with you."

"Where did it fall?" "In the convent yard!"

The actor's meaningful laughter echoed in the phonograph, and it took him a long time to understand the meaty taste. This did not affect his good mood. He jumped off the chair and was about to go to close it when he saw the curtains A fleeting figure outside.

Someone is outside!

He fumbled vigilantly, but there was no gun in his pocket. The 92 was probably still in the hands of Bian Hua, but the situation was not that bad—it was not without reason that Huang had brought so many cyanide-launching guns. Holding one in his hand, he tiptoed to the window.

There is a guide by the window.

The guide's mental barrier is always open, and such guards did not pass by by accident.Yimulian deliberately knocked over the medicine bottle on the table, and heard the guide slam the window open like a frightened bird and pointed the weapon in his hand: "Who's there!"

This guide is not a vegetarian either, he rushes up like a wave of mental tentacles, and the mental hints at the end of each tentacle are extremely vicious, and he has no mood to know at a glance, he opened the barrier and firmly blocked all the tentacles from the barrier Afraid of the large weapon in the opponent's hand, he grabbed the opponent's neck and dragged him into the house desperately. Before the guide sent out a distress signal, he knocked him unconscious with a hand knife.

He didn't understand why the guide didn't shoot until he saw the weapon in the opponent's hand.

Good guy, this is a grenade gun. If you fire it at close range, you will die-no one except the federal military can have such a skill!

The Federation is catching up? !

It is true that he has stayed here for too long, Yimulian judged.He snatched the grenade gun from the guide, and the moment he picked up the gun and bent over to stand up, he suddenly felt a pain in his lower body.

He groaned in pain, it was really hard to say, some sticky liquid slipped down between his legs, what a pity for a pair of pants that were probably clean... But there was no time to buffer him, he slipped on two boxes of grenades Turn around and run, the pursuers behind you will arrive soon.

"There's someone in the pharmacy! I'll tell you, it's weird to have the phonograph on. You still don't believe me!" Hearing the yelling of the sentry outside the door, he raised his hand and shot in the direction of someone.Across the wall, this shot was only used as a deterrent. The grenade exploded inside the door frame, distorting the heavy iron door.He gritted his teeth and tiptoed to borrow strength, and overturned several medicine cabinets.

The medicine cabinet fell down with a bang, and the expired medicine bottle slammed on the ground with a clang, and strangely shaped smoke came out, blocking the view between the door and this corner.

Yimulian retreated to the inner room, closed a door, and tried to calm his breathing as much as possible.

How were they discovered?Or is this just a routine federal blanket search? Uber should have led the Federation to a wrong location. The Federation shouldn't have found their foothold so quickly, and they didn't leave any traces of footprints along the way. If there is a sending device on their body, Huang must not have noticed .

He heard several people rushing in, not just sentinels, but also auxiliary guides, well matched, it was difficult for him to gain the upper hand.

"The pheromone of NO.17 is in the register, quickly detect the air composition!"

"It's his pheromone code! He hasn't bonded yet, the pheromone can only come from him—he's here!"

"Don't stay alive!"

Yimulian's heart trembled three times.

The goal of the federation is not him, but Huang?It's not even alive, but they want to kill them. Did they give up so quickly to find out more information about the empire from the undercover agent sent more than ten years ago?

How did they know that Huang Wei was combined?Even the empire doesn't know, how can they be so clear?Fortunately, this piece of information is out of date... To put it bluntly, there is Huang's pheromone between his legs.

Yimu Lianxin felt cold for a while, facing the figures behind Yanyun, he resolutely pulled the trigger.

He was shocked twice by the strong recoil of the grenade gun, and his waist was shaken by his hands. The body fluids still in his body that had not been cleaned up were like hot irons that he couldn't ignore. "Tsk..." He frowned and suppressed his shameful voice, then squatted down, skillfully picked up a grenade to load it, and re-installed the safety. It was really difficult to judge the target's position based on the guide's hearing, so he could only rush. He fired another shot at the place where the thick smoke hadn't dissipated.

"Be careful!" Those people also had powerful weapons in their hands, and they quickly shot at him. They went around behind the door and scanned the house. It's not big here, and there is no bunker. It is a dead end.

He could only pray that the shot just now successfully killed the enemy's guide, so that he could still use mental hints... He suddenly seemed to be pushed by someone, and unconsciously took a big step back.

A bullet grazed his forehead, leaving a long streak of blood!

The pursuers outside the door still had enough energy to threaten. The shot just now did cause casualties, but it was irrelevant: "No. 17, if you find us, you don't need to hide, come out, or you will bomb with full firepower!"

tbc

*A tribute to The Longestday