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Chapter 732 Chapter 731. The Plantagenet Kingdom’s “Heaven and Earth” group officially debuts

"Maybe we should add a little more restrictions to her. My Murphy, this cement-bound character is a restless character at first glance, not to mention her intelligence is really amazing. I think she will definitely come up with something that will make us all excited. Something to marvel at.”

On the way out of the Swamp Exhibition Hall, Tris whispered to Murphy:

"It doesn't seem like a good thing to let her explore here, in case that guy really discovers something extraordinary."

"Isn't that a good thing?"

Murphy reached out his hand to straighten Tris's hair with a hint of endearment. He whispered:

"Don't be afraid, the concrete body is irrevocably dead. She knows very well that her future life has been bound to us. A smart guy like her will not cut off her last life with her own hands again after suffering a disaster. hope.

What's more, it wouldn't be bad for us if she really discovered something wonderful.

Relying on your half-assed technological literacy, there is no way to analyze the technology left by the Creator. This kind of thing requires professionals.

Isn’t that why we brought the cement here in advance?

Just a little discovery is enough to make the opponent who is still hesitating make up his mind, and all of this is preparation for the future. Tris, you know, we have a great cause to fight against the black disaster. Even if King Louis and the Wolf Girl are no longer willing, You must also give us your fullest assistance.

But the black disaster will always pass.

We have irrelievable hatred with them, and eventually a war will break out on this continent. We just want to get back our things, but as long as a war breaks out, the two sides will form an alliance to stifle the rise of Transia.

They fear us because they have worked together to put us in dire straits.

We need allies too!

Just being wise wolves and vampires isn't enough.

We also need some more deterrent and powerful allies, and at the most critical moment, perhaps just a war is needed."

Murphy stopped talking. He took Tris's hand and walked into the elevator. The moment the elevator door closed, the two vampires were tired of being together.

Although this exhibition hall hides a lot of black technology, for Cuisi and Murphy, this is the place where the two people have their own world. Here, they don’t have to worry about everything in the outside world, and they don’t have to think about the rumors. Here they just need to Enjoy each other's company and have no other worries.

"Speaking of which, this month's allowance should have arrived. Do you want to take a look?"

Murphy held the panting Tris and said something in her ear.

The vampire girl glared at Murphy.

I've already taken off half of my clothes. Now you want to collect your salary?

What do you mean?

Are you making some vicious and obscene metaphor?

"Uh"

Murphy also noticed that he had said the wrong thing, so he simply reached out and tapped the elevator operating panel that was about to be opened, and used the curator's authority to temporarily shut down the elevator operation. A perfect private space was formed that satisfied Tris. She nodded, but just when she was about to take the next step, she was restrained by Murphy and pressed her hands against the elevator wall.

The vampire governor kissed her smooth back and whispered to the struggling Tris:

"The advice given to me by Lord Paying is not to let you take the lead in this matter. He said that if you lose control for a few seconds, it will be enough to kill me. Therefore, I have to find a way to change my profession to a 'Knight' .”

"Shut up, you little rascal."

On the other side, Sister Cement, who had been walking around in the biology room, walked along the aisle to the elevator, but she couldn't open the elevator, which made her complain:

"The black technology of the Golden Era is so powerful, how can we still encounter elevator malfunctions? Damn it, listen to this noisy sound, the broken elevator really needs to be repaired, forget it, go offline and write a report first Bar.

Two damn cunning alien vampires really grabbed my lifeline. How to round this thing off is really a test of my brain, but if I think about it carefully, my prediction about the subspace will most likely not be wrong.

I hope those idiots don't try to use that prototype again.

You're gonna cause a lot of trouble, asshole. "
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"Ahem. Uh. Am I dead?"

Major Ron opened his eyes with difficulty.

The anesthetics of the Death Moon Sect were still taking effect, making it difficult for him to truly feel the sensations coming from his limbs, especially his left leg, which felt as if it was empty and had not grown at all.

It was already the seventh day of the Black Flame Pass offensive and defensive battle. He looked at the military green tent above his head in a daze and knew that he had been moved to the rear. It should be in the field hospital where Fraser had stayed before. inside.

My situation must be very bad, but I just don’t know if the front line won the battle, or if they lost?

"Is anyone there? Damn it. Someone give me a glass of water?"

He made a weak call from the hospital bed, and even after calling several times, no one answered him. It was not until a few minutes later that the door was pushed open, and the limping Iron-Handed Captain was carrying a patient meal on a wooden dinner plate. Came in.

Of course, this is not for Major Ron. It is his recovery meal. As for why he came here, of course it was to see how his commander was doing as a routine matter.

According to the young and old military doctor in Transia, the major may wake up at any time, but it has been almost a week since he opened his eyes, which shows that the old military doctor in Transia is just as unreliable as the old military doctors in other places. .

Captain Ironhand complained.

His condition is actually not that good. He has bandages on many parts of his body, but because he has mountain man blood, he recovers faster than ordinary wounded people, and now he can move on his own.

The captain was in a good mood, because before dinner he played cards with the group of Transian foreigners who were helping in the field hospital, and relied on the tricks taught by Major Ron to win seven games in a row, earning him several months of stipends. I'm back, and I'm thinking about whether to use this windfall to install some attack modules on my robotic arm.

The Steam Mantis Knife alone is not powerful enough now. If you add a shotgun or a burning vent, it will be perfect. If it is not possible, it would also be good to strengthen your mechanical palm into a giant steel fist.

Those Transian mechanics also developed a mechanical arm specifically for close combat. They called it the "Gorilla Arm". It sounded very intimidating, and it was exactly what the big-headed soldiers liked most. A simple and crude intensified classification.

But as soon as Captain Ironhand sat down in front of the hospital bed with a dinner plate, picked up a piece of his favorite barbecued pork with a fork and put it to his mouth, he saw Major Ron lying on the hospital bed blinking his eyes eagerly. Look at the fragrant meat in his hand.

Even my mouth is watering.

"Uh, don't look at me. You can't eat this. The doctor said you have to eat light food recently! Damn it! The major is awake!"

Captain Ironhand was halfway through his words before he suddenly realized what was happening.

He limped out before he could put away the dinner plate. A few minutes later, Major Fraser and several other commanders who happened to be visiting the wounded in the field hospital today rushed into the ward while wiping their mouths. As a result, Ron was seen holding a fork tremblingly, putting Captain Ironhand's barbecued pork into his mouth piece by piece.

Fuck doctor’s orders!

I haven't had anything decent for seven days, and no one can stop me from feasting today!

"Ron! Oh my God, you finally woke up. I thought I was going to see General Soros with a death notice. The old general would definitely strangle me to death."

Colonel Fraser couldn't hold back the moment he saw his friend regaining consciousness.

With red eyes, he stepped forward and hugged Ron, and other commanders gathered around him to ask for help.

They all knew what happened to Ron at the Black Flame Pass. This guy and Captain Ironhand were originally going to die in the astral tear. It was Grand Duke Tris who pulled them out of the collapsed position at the last moment, and then they picked them up. Got a life back.

"Dunn. Dunn is dead. That bitch couldn't escape. He was trapped on position 8. Zhuo, I didn't even notice it when I retreated.

it's me

I couldn't bring him back. "

The sight of a group of men crying made Major Ron no longer in the mood to eat. This was probably because his fragile stomach couldn't enjoy the heavy oil, so he had no choice but to put down his fork and lie back on the hospital bed. He looked at brother Fraser, and the first words he said made the colonel clenched his fists.

"It's not your fault, Ron."

The infantry commander Major Reno, who still had a bandage on his head, said hoarsely:

"Dunn performed what should have been my job. He died on my behalf. I became a coward in the war. You don't have to worry about how to face Dunn's mother. I will take up this responsibility. I will Serve her mother as my mother.”

"Don't just put the blame on you, Renault, you were hit in the head by gravel. In fact, you should still be resting in the hospital bed, so it's not your fault."

The remaining two majors with serious military backgrounds also offered words of comfort.

They have experienced the death of their companions, but this is the first time for these four young people to experience such a thing. They know that these young people need some time to accept this terrible sense of loss.

However, Major Roberts comforted him:

"You don't have to be so desperate. I asked those vampires after the war, and they said that even though they had a narrow escape from being sucked into the star realm, they would not necessarily die.

maybe.

Maybe Major Dunn is still in the star realm waiting for you to rescue him. "

"What opened that day was no ordinary astral rift, Major."

Colonel Fraser sat next to him and said in a low tone:

"Under the chaotic turbulence, Dunn, who was just an ordinary person, was not so lucky to enter the star realm. My friend died. He died as a war hero on the battlefield against the enemies of civilization.

This is an honor rather than a shame.

The question now is not to mourn, but to continue fighting. Only in this way can we live up to the last time our brothers bought for us. Also, Ron, your legs."

"I just noticed it."

Major Ron was lying on the hospital bed with a lifeless look on his face.

His previous feeling was correct. His left leg did not "grow back" because it was amputated.

This unlucky guy was crushed under the collapsing rubble when he evacuated the position. The price of saving his life was that his left leg was completely incurable and had to be amputated because it was infected with the plague.

But the good news is that the war insurance Major Ron bought for himself was the highest-grade kind, so he can choose the one he likes best among all the types of prosthetics currently produced by Transian mechanics. Many, many combat modules can be added.

Well, this is barely good news.

He no longer has to envy his adjutant's mighty iron hands. He may also have a majestic nickname called "Steel Feet" or something like that in the future.

Fraser didn't know how to comfort his good friend, but he keenly noticed that Ron's mood was not right. There must be something hidden in his heart that he hadn't said.

So the colonel motioned with his eyes to the other commanders to go have dinner first, and he would stay here to chat with Ron.

Captain Iron Hand quickly brought a patient meal suitable for patients. He glanced at his superior and then left the ward with one third of his eaten dinner and stood guard outside the door.

As someone who broke out with Ron, Ironhand Captain Robinson could probably guess the reason why his commander was in such a low mood. That was also a secret that could not be known by other pioneering Legion soldiers.

Ron and Fraser were the only ones left in the ward. The heir of the Cape family picked up the dinner plate and put the warm white porridge to Ron's mouth with a spoon, but the major refused.

"I only broke my leg, but my hand is still intact. Frasier, don't do this, you will make me feel like I have become a waste."

Ron complained.

Fraser smiled and did not refuse Ron's stubbornness. He stretched out his hand to help him up, let him lean on the bedside, and placed the spoon and dinner plate on his bed.

Ron took a few mouthfuls of rice, chewing it tastelessly, and after a few seconds, he said:

"I saw those plagues. The psychic plagues used by the Jackals were exactly the same as the ones we used in Xiko City.

I don’t know whether Marshal Loren learned this vicious weapon from the Jackals, or whether the Jackals got the formula from us, but no matter which answer it is, it means that there are some things at the top of the Pioneer Legion that we don’t know. secret.

My father once told me that those were weapons of war provided by the Ring Tower, and I didn't know if he was lying to me.

Or maybe even he doesn’t know the truth about those plagues?

But Fraser, we used gnoll weapons to attack human cities. What is the difference between us who destroyed Xiko City at that time and the gnolls who destroyed us now? "

These were questions that Colonel Fraser could not answer, but the question raised by Ron was so pointed that the Colonel could not avoid it.

他 说:

"Don't think too much, Ron, we can go back and ask them after the battle, we can."

"Dunn's dead! Frasier, he must have been infected by the plague before he died from the astral psychic energy. Oh my God, I can hear the pain of his torn vocal cords when he speaks. I can feel the pain of those green plagues. Despair under siege.

Just like those Transians in Xico.

I was too young at that time and I was just cheering for victory, but now I know what cruel things we have done. "

Ron clenched his fists and said:

"My brother and his soldiers died in the plague! The plague was thrown by the gnolls, but it was also thrown by us! Damn it, we killed them. I want to go back to open up the fortress, Fraser, Please help me arrange it.

I must go back immediately!

I must ask Marshal Loren about this matter. "

"Ron! Don't be so impulsive!"

Fraser dissuaded:

"Even if there is a real problem, the marshal can't blanch him. Calm down! If Dunn is still alive, he definitely won't."

"But Dunn is dead! Right in front of my eyes!"

Major Ron was completely angry. He glared at Fraser with red eyes and scolded:

"He was sent to the front line by Marshal Loren and his country, but they didn't even tell us about the threats we might encounter. Don't you understand? Fraser, those plagues were given to them by the Ring Tower!

We have been betrayed by the psionicists!

The country we swore to protect was not a failure of our oath, but a stab in our hearts.

Will you go back with me or not?

Do you want to know the answer to this question?

Hold! Fraser, Dunn is watching us from the sky, are you reluctant to part with your glorious future? My future brigadier general!

You know, even if you don't help me, I will definitely go back.

I want to find out about this matter, and I will definitely find the truth!

Whoever blocks my way is my enemy! "

(End of this chapter)