The message has been sent, and in two hours, it will probably be a sea of fire. The wildfires caused by the explosion will definitely spread so widely that when they are extinguished, not only the surface of the mine, but also the entire mine base of the rebel forces will be in ruins.

The other four were groaning in pain, and some were silently bandaging their wounds, or tying ropes somewhere in their limbs, using the most primitive way to stop bleeding to prevent their current self from falling on the way to evacuate due to excessive blood loss. Without strength, it is also a luxury to actively contract muscles to compress blood vessels to stop bleeding.

Some people were pulling out shrapnel embedded in their skin in the dark, and there were people who, like Vermer, simply sat down against the trunk of a tree, thinking about nothing and resting as efficiently as possible.

A sigh rang out in his heart, and Vermer lowered his head and glanced at the route of escape, as if expecting Evan to catch up with him at this moment. He knew it couldn't be, and during the attack on the third anti-aircraft weapon launch pad, Evan was a corpse. The speed and movement of the enemy were not to be feared, and Vermer thought about the possibility of everyone staying there tonight. But the enemy's support did not coincide with the intensity he expected, and this gave them a chance. It was this circumstance that Evan's death opened a gap.

"Mr. Soriatu、、、" Vermel thought of Cassia, who knew very well why the enemy could not come up immediately, "good luck." This was the only thing Vermer could do right now, though until now, he still didn't quite understand why Kasia would help them. Speaking of it as a competitor, Vermer can only barely believe it now.

Coughing up a mouthful of blood, Vermer pulled a rope from his clothes and wrapped it tightly around his leg. He was shot in the lower leg, but fortunately it was fired by an ordinary soldier in the rebel army, but it was only a penetrating wound. I didn't feel anything at all, but as my body relaxed, all the other senses that had been completely suppressed by the tension began to surge.

"Rest for ten minutes, then continue to evacuate along the mountains. "Tonight, we may be able to see the beginning of the civil war with our own eyes." ”

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Patrick clutched his severed left hand, hiding among the many supplies inside the huge cavity, carefully observing the movement around him. The left arm was slashed almost along the shoulder by a sword, and the cut was simply smooth. If it weren't for the fact that he had been alerted before the approach, and that Danriel had injected a lot of boosting potions when he was treating his injuries, which had caused this body to be in a certain state of excitement, Patrick would not have suspected that it was his own neck that had been broken, not a left hand.

In a short time, the enemy has changed his identity, and I don't know where to find the clothes of the rebel soldiers, put on them, and after making basic disguises, they deceive everyone with an excellent performance. Among them was himself, Patrick thought as he slowly moved forward along the container.

I don't know the appearance of the enemy, I can't feel my breath at all, and even my body temperature is controlled by the enemy like an ordinary soldier. I don't know how the enemy suppresses his body, but according to common sense, the surgeon can feel that the other party is the same kind of person as himself if he pays more attention and observes carefully.

But the enemy failed, and he came here with a dozen or so of his own men, Patrick obtained the layout plan from the team defending here, and was about to consider which points would be beneficial to defend, when a soldier who stayed by his side drew his tactical knife outside of everyone's consciousness.

He managed to escape the deadly attack, but everyone else became corpses in a very short time, including the dozen or so team members he carried. The distance that was not opened became a realm shrouded in death, and Patrick ran forward less than a dozen meters away, and when he turned around, he saw a body that had fallen or was falling.

Immediately, a tactical knife flew over and stabbed him in the leg. The stabbing wound is not very deep, because the enemy's goal is to destroy the communicator they are carrying. It was this turn that finally gave Patrick the opportunity and time to see the enemy's face after a simple disguise.

Unaware of the sudden palpitations at that time, Patrick immediately hid in a pile of supplies, and all the images in that short period of time became continuous photos and stored in his head. Only then did he have time to match the memories in his head one by one, trying to find out if the enemy was a member of the knight's squire.

His flushed face began to sweat in the constant matching of memories, and the complete information about the knight's squire that the family had carefully read was being flipped through in his head at an alarming speed. Soon, the information of all the knights' squires and their group was completely cross-checked, and Patrick did not find a specific target.

But a sore-like sensation had spread from his heart, and it took Patrick's deep breaths to lessen it slightly. Patrick knew he had seen this face, or something similar.

"I guess I didn't pay attention to it at the time, and then I was swept over by myself. Patrick thought, his face flushing even redder. The temperature sensing range is maximized in the cross pupil state, but none of the temperature images represent enemies.

"Damn, the development of a surgical procedure to control body temperature. How many surgical development projects did the enemy carry out, and that kind of strength and speed, without special surgical development projects to strengthen, how could it be achieved by training alone. As his thoughts began to mess up, Patrick drew the ultimate alloy shortsword he was carrying, always on the lookout for attacks that could surprise from any direction.

The brain is extremely compressed, and Patrick needs to remember who the enemy really is as soon as possible, so that he may have a chance to know the information about the enemy's surgical development project and find a breakthrough point in his current situation. The potion brought on the body has been inserted into the body, but the needle is artificially blocked by the muscle.

Although Patrick had always wanted to try how the potion felt, he was still a little hesitant when it was really time to use it: "You can continue to wait, with the speed of the enemy, you can obviously catch up with me at that time." But a few minutes have passed since then, and there has been no movement. It definitely won't be that he can't find where I'm hiding, based on the traces of blood that flowed, he should be able to judge the approximate range of me in the warehouse, and then carefully investigate, there will definitely be results. ”

"But why 、、、" noticed that the wound from the tactical knife had not yet healed, and the damaged communicator was still in his trouser pocket, "Danriel! Are you so confident in yourself, Daniel can't contact me, and will definitely rush over." The enemy is ready to solve all the troubles at once、、、 but they are being despised ah、、、"

Thinking so, Patrick still didn't have a definite judgment in his heart about whether it would be possible to deal with the enemy with him even if Danriel arrived here.

"With that kind of strength and speed, it looks like there are a lot of surgeries on my body, and it doesn't look like a normal surgeon at all. Unless it is accumulated over time. But the other party is very young, either because of the physique of the surgeon, or because of normal age. What other possibilities 、、、、" Patrick took a deep breath and reminded himself not to panic, "Experiments? ”

"But the experiment、、、 Patrick's words were interrupted by an abrupt thought, "the experiment 、、、 those test subjects、、、 Mr. Zero、、、"

"No, it's already determined to be a dead man! The family also sent a team to the scene to investigate! But 、、、 、、、"

"I don't seem to have the best luck. Patrick finally deflated, and his body loosened up and turned from tight to soft. He muttered to himself, the muscle holding the needle loosened, and a tube of the potion was injected into his body. In two or three seconds, as the potion was transmitted throughout his body, his skin began to appear dark red magma-like lines.

"Be sure to get this message out, or Captain MacDonald will be in danger of death when he comes!"