I, A Soldier in the Field, A Ghost in the Smoke!

Kruger seems to have talked with relevant military personnel, and even organized a series of activities to dig out the details of the matter from the military’s mouth, but all this seems to be in vain. Grid did not dig out any meaningful news.

Soon, Chen Yan's day off in Griffin also ushered in the end, just like the end of the vacation, giving Chen Yan an indescribable sense of discomfort.

Born in sorrow, die in happiness.

This sentence has been passed down since ancient times, and it seems that it does have its truth.

During those tense years of life, Chen Yan didn’t even know what a holiday meant. He was like a doll that would resurrect and re-enter the battlefield after being resurrected, repeating the killing and death. Kind of result.

He has experienced every battle several times, some even more than a dozen times. Today, he is a member of the A camp, and perhaps tomorrow he will become a B camp when he wakes up.

Sometimes it's a little too much, he is still killing the enemy on the battlefield, killing and killing his own perspective, the military uniform on his body has changed, and the original enemy has become his comrade in arms...

Most of the time, he was in a defensive camp, but it was inevitable that he would sometimes become a person in the offensive camp, breaking into the trenches of the enemy army, and carrying a light machine gun to sweep everything in the trenches.

One more time, but only that time. He felt as if he had come to the wrong place. The soldiers around him were out of place, and the weapons and equipment in his hands were not all the same. The Taks that he had never seen before... that An airplane that had never been flown was just placed in an open field.

That time, the superior ordered a group of pilots, including Chen Yan, to drive their planes full of explosives and crash into an enemy ship at sea...

His memory of that time is quite vague, and he can't even remember exactly what camp he was assigned to that time. Why did the chief make such a strategic move to let soldiers replace their lives? Isn't he afraid of other soldiers rebelling? ?

Chen Yan can be resurrected, so it doesn't matter how many times he has died, but can other soldiers be resurrected?They can't!So what kind of belief supported them to give their lives willingly for war?

That time was very special. He had hardly spoken to any other soldiers. After completing the suicide mission, he seemed to have returned to the familiar battlefield instead of full of weapons, equipment, and vehicles that he didn’t know. Battlefield.

But one thing I have to say is that Chen Yan does not have a vacation, or that his vacation is the few seconds when he is about to resurrect after his death, a few seconds of complete isolation.

This is his vacation.

Leaving the battlefield stacked with the dead bodies of himself and other comrades in arms, Chen Yan's number of deaths began to plummet at a visible speed. He was already paralyzed by dozens, sometimes even hundreds of deaths a day. , But now some have begun to forget that feeling, which actually makes him uncomfortable.

Silver Bell's crisp sound blasted into his ears, and a soft little hand held his finger.

"Master, I made breakfast today. Can you praise me?"

Holding the fork, Chen Yan recovered from the daze and saw that G41 was holding his hand expectantly, his eyes shining expectantly, looking at him motionlessly.

"Well, G41 is great!"

Putting down the fork, Chen Yan gently touched G41's head, causing G41's throat to make a happy hum.

Today is the day they return to the war zone.

After a quick breakfast, the head maid and Chuntian walked in from the door together.

"Commander, the plane is ready and ready to go."

"Well, G36, there shouldn't be anything to lose, right?"

The maid nodded confidently, she had already put everything away when she got up.

"It has been cleaned up, there is no omission."

"Let's go." Chen Yan picked up the coat on the chair and put it on him, while buttoning the buttons and walking out, "Go back to S09."

Griffin was puzzled by a series of mysterious actions by the military, while on the iron-blooded side, Griffin's new commander Chen Yan was puzzled.

Today, Jie Xue internally recalled all the bosses to the Jie Xue headquarters, as if they were discussing something.

Due to the long period of time for the production of the body of the Iron-Blooded Boss, the Scarecrow, Executioner, and Hunter who were killed by Chen Yan all participated in this unprecedented large-scale meeting in the form of cloud pictures.

The Jagged Headquarters is actually the original site of Jagged Workers, a large factory located at the rear of the Jagged Control Area. It is also the birthplace of many Jagged Leaders, even including the birthplace of Jagged Lord Eliza.

A few hours ago, the agent received Eliza’s order to use communications to forcibly recall the iron-blooded bosses in all theaters. No matter what these bosses are doing now, even if they are launching an attack on Griffin’s theater, they must be in three Back to headquarters within hours.

This inexplicable order made several iron-blooded bosses feel inexplicable, but because of their authority level, they could only silently obey the order and return to the rear.

Several iron-blooded leaders came to the conference room one after another. Among them were the architect who was seriously injured and was still undergoing repairs, and the saboteur who was injured by mistake before and also repaired at the headquarters.

The first leaders here are the two of them and the scarecrow, the executioner and the hunter who are the only backup clouds.

The architect was mocking her with the vandal's height, and flushed the vandal's little blush.

"Hee hee, it's weird that you survived, little dwarf. Was it because you were too short to be blown up like me?" The architect blinked his eyes and reached out to make a taller gesture, shook his head regretfully. , "Well, if you are as tall as me, you might become a backup cloud map."

The saboteur sitting at the round table puffed up his face, stammering because of his anger.

"You idiot, architect! If you hadn't let the Jupiter cannon be tuned from me, would you be blown up like a ghost?!"

"What is this ghost look? I am almost repairing it~ If it can be repaired, it is not serious." The architect waved his hand indifferently, and continued to persecute the saboteurs.

On the other side, the cloud map of the three bosses stuffed into a temporary host element is discussing what kind of human form Chen Yan is.

Executioner: "Just think about it, are you all cloud images wrong? Machine gun humanoid, machine gun humanoid!"

Scarecrow: "I haven't seen it... but I guess it's a pistol figure. Look at the executioner who is holding a revolver and carrying a stick. What is this not a pistol figure?"

Hunter: "I think it should be an AR humanoid. That bastard blew me away with a grenade, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

Executioner: "fnndp! Did your AR machine gun sweep me?"

Hunter: "wdnmd! Does your MG use grenade?"

Scarecrow: "I...that...your AR and MG revolver?"

Endless quarrels started in the mainframe next to the conference room, and even the architects and saboteurs on the side could smell the burning smell of the motherboard.

Gradually, one after another iron-blooded bosses appeared in the conference room.

Dreamer, judge, alchemist, disruptor, metering officer.

The dreamer licked his lips, and looked at the judge with a smile on his face with one hand.

"Oh? Judge, do you really want to have an operation? My breast augmentation technique is really good."

"Asshole! I don't need that kind of thing at all!" The two ears on the top of the judge's head trembled and said angrily, "Can that thing increase my combat effectiveness? It can't!"

The dreamer opened his hand, with a smile on his mouth, and said in a low voice:

"Look at people's alchemists and metrology officers, how big is my chest after my surgery!"

"..." The alchemist on the side said with a fierce question mark above his head: "Dreamer, do you want me to cut your throat?"

The metering officer said silently: "If I remember correctly, the production time between me and the alchemist was earlier than the dreamer, right?"

"Yes, but does it have anything to do with surgery? Is it possible that you will have surgery in the womb?"

"Okay, stop your meaningless quarrels." A cold voice came from the door of the meeting room, and the high heels contacted the floor with a sound of'da da da'.