First Battlefield Commander! - Chapter 213

Chapter 213: Attack

Everyone checked the time, got out of the car one after another, headed in the opposite direction, and began moving around the building in front.

Fang Jianchen pressed close to the wall, cautiously moving forward, asking: "What exactly is this building?"

There was no identification on the map.

The building was square overall, its exterior appearing unremarkable. The surrounding walls were light-colored, the style simple, making it inconspicuous in this area. No eye-catching company name hung on the building either. The kind you could completely ignore while driving past on the street.

Lian Sheng said: "Don't know."

"If we don't know its purpose, it's inconvenient to guard against things inside. Like where the surveillance is, whether it's real-time, which areas are more dangerous, etc.," Zhao Zhuoluo said. "The important thing is the map is too simplistic."

The map Maxwell gave them was indeed very rudimentary; the information they wanted was basically absent. The only thing discernible was its eleven-story height, intricate staircases, and rooms and corridors arranged like a puzzle game. Otherwise, it was no different from a normal map navigation.

Hundred Meter Flying Dagger said: "Maxwell said this factory is closed today. The person monitoring the surveillance isn't here."

"Whether we avoid the surveillance or not doesn't really matter; we don't plan on coming again. Safety and attack systems do need attention," Lian Sheng looked up. "But judging from the design, I feel the danger inside might not be too high."

Cheng Ze asked: "Why?"

Lian Sheng: "Intricate paths have already been arranged; generally, they wouldn't set up overly dangerous mechanisms. People who truly want to kill you would design the map simpler to ensure no blind spots for attack are missed."

"Right, places with many turns are inconvenient for installing attack mechanisms," Ji Ban said. "But achieving no blind spots is still possible, though I think it's unnecessary. Although this is an industrial area, there's usually quite a bit of foot traffic; it's not a good place to build some secret base. If casualties occur here due to accidents, it would still easily cause a huge uproar."

Fang Jianchen said: "Never mind casualties, tranquilizer guns should still be possible, right? Or low-voltage currents, confinement traps, things like that?"

Several people chatted softly.

Cornell's position should be on the top floor.

Lian Sheng followed Zhao Zhuoluo, running along the green belt. Comparing with the red dot on the map, they stopped at a nearby location on the periphery.

Confirming no one was around, Zhao Zhuoluo took out wall-climbing tools from his pocket, threw them up, then lightly kicked off the wall to climb upwards, using this to reach the second floor. Holding the rope with one hand, he braced himself on the side of the glass window.

The window was tightly closed. Zhao Zhuoluo tried pushing it; it was locked.

Lian Sheng had already tacitly taken out parts from her small bag, assembled the window-breaking tool, extended her arm, and threw it up. Zhao Zhuoluo caught it with one hand, glanced at the various component points, then pressed the suction cup-like end firmly onto the window. Following the thin tube below to find the switch, he pushed it with his thumb, opening it.

The window began to vibrate gradually, the amplitude continuously increasing. Until a piercing sound of metal friction, followed by the entire glass shattering.

Zhao Zhuoluo leaped inside. Then turned back and threw a section of rope out the window. Lian Sheng grabbed it and climbed into the building.

They turned around and looked, scratching their heads as if their scalps were numb.

Before them were countless identical, tightly arranged doors. And the walls weren't ordinary white walls but mirrors set at various intersecting angles.

Reflected before them now were themselves.

Identical gazes stared at them from all directions, carrying a hint of vigilance and indifference, just firmly fixed on them.

This area near the window still had light from outside. Further inside, it appeared somewhat eerie.

Fang Jianchen's side had also broken into the second floor. Seeing such a scene, he exclaimed in surprise: "Holy crap, what's this? A maze?! Or what?"

Cheng Ze shouted from below: "Stop 'crap'-ing, pull me up first, brother."

Fang Jianchen poked his head out the window, suspicious: "We might have found the wrong entrance; what the hell is this inside? The signal is blocked inside; help me check the direction and position again."

Cheng Ze then held up the communicator, deliberately stepped back two steps, even jumped over the green belt by the wall, precisely compared with the map, and confirmed: "No mistake, this is it. What's inside?"

"All mirrors and doors, both sides should be the same," Lian Sheng said. "This might just be their architectural style. Come on up."

The four took a step inside.

This building, however low-key on the outside, was that perverted on the inside. They completely couldn't understand the designer's intention.

The doors all looked like identical wooden doors. The spot where the door number should be was empty; the department description panel was also empty. Reaching out to test the door material, they found it was actually metallic.

Because the corridor was designed very tortuously, after walking a short distance inside, the light disappeared. They turned on their built-in lights and continued groping forward.

Efficiency was abnormally slow.

"Is this really... an office building?" Cheng Ze frowned. "This is Gelen's industrial zone, right? A legal industrial zone? Why build it like a maze?"

Lu Mingyuan said: "From your voice, I hear doubt about life."

"What maze, this is basically a haunted house!" Fang Jianchen rubbed his arm. "This is terrifying... Damn, first time I'm so scared of myself! Cheng Ze, stay away from Daddy, thank you, don't stick to me."

Cheng Ze pushed back dissatisfied: "You think there's a lot of space here? If I don't stick to you, we can only walk separately!"

Fang Jianchen pressed the doorknobs one by one, pushing them open to look inside, trying to see if the stairs or elevator were hidden inside. He said: "Maxwell isn't being fair; walking this kind of road without even a detailed map explanation?"

Because the light was dim, the building's lights weren't on. Whether they shone the light forward or upward from below their faces, it looked very terrifying.

Clearly only two people, yet it felt like over a dozen surrounded them. That visual illusion formed immense psychological pressure enveloping them.

After walking forward several hundred meters, Zhao Zhuoluo and Lian Sheng's team paused. They stayed put to determine the direction first.

The magnetic field here was shielded, signals interfered, no light, no directional indicators whatsoever.

The communicator map was already useless for reference, only retaining the function of contacting the outside world.

The two couldn't determine their current exact location, feeling somewhat lost for a moment. Remember, they hadn't been inside for long.

Zhao Zhuoluo looked at Lian Sheng in the mirror as if seeing a ghost.

Lian Sheng also frowned, looking at the mirror beside her.

Then the two said in unison: "Don't look at me with that kind of expression!"

The two: "..."

The two: "..."

"Found it, this place." Hundred Meter Flying Dagger's voice suddenly sounded; several people felt a sense of relief. He explained: "The reason this building was constructed was to add some fun for people working nearby, so they wanted to design it like a maze. But the construction company made it more and more realistic. An engineer was very interested in this proposal, specially calculated the angles of various walls, then designed such a perfect maze."

Everyone: "..."

Everyone: "..."

"When it was just built, people did come to play, often in groups. But after coming, they got trapped inside and couldn't get out. Staying inside for too long easily leads to mental breakdown, because this environment seems to constantly exert pressure. They immediately chose to call the police for help," Hundred Meter Flying Dagger said. "Unfortunately, the personnel who came to inspect and rescue also got lost. Because too much time passed, someone eventually chose suicide inside. This place was then sealed off, never opened to the public again."

"..." Everyone, "..."

A tall tale?

"Hmm..." Hundred Meter Flying Dagger seemed to have a sudden realization. "Maxwell lied to me. This isn't closed for holiday; this is just an abandoned building! Leaving people in this place sounds quite clever."

Lian Sheng: "Are you kidding me, humorous sir?"

"Although it seems somewhat absurd, perhaps surprisingly useful. Math is wonderful; you can try inside, see if you can still find the direction," Hundred Meter Flying Dagger said. "It's said that engineer specially consulted professors from famous universities, not only calculating angles but also the positions between various doors, precisely to make people inside lose their way."

Lian Sheng checked the time, serious: "No, if we delay further, with bad luck, we might not even reach the eleventh floor today. Still haven't found the stairs."

Hundred Meter Flying Dagger said: "Wait, let me look again."

Hundred Meter Flying Dagger searched for all available data. Based on the data analysis, it was finally determined that without disabling the magnetic field shielding and activating map guidance, this was a place ordinary people absolutely couldn't walk out of in a short time.

The mirrors on all four sides were custom-made from special materials, responsible for supporting the walls; brute force couldn't break them. The designer's suggestion was, if accidentally entered, best obediently call the rescue hotline and wait for the building to be re-energized to provide guidance.

"Blast it. This place is a bit weird," Hundred Meter Flying Dagger said. "Don't blast outside; don't know what material this mirror surface is. Throw the vertical demolition charge into the room inside, then try to hide as far away as possible... oh, you can't hide far in this damn place either. Try it first. Lian Sheng, your team is up. Fang Jianchen, stand still."

Lian Sheng took out a demolition charge, opened the door on the right, pulled the pin, and threw it inside. Then quickly covered her head and dropped to the ground.

A muffled explosion sounded. Unsure if it was due to echo or something else, only separated by a wall, the sound was particularly loud this time.

Lian Sheng and Zhao Zhuoluo could feel the ground vibrating violently, as if it would collapse the next second.

The horizontal destructive power of directional demolition charges is relatively small. The wall beside them was still affected, blasted with fine cracks by the heat wave, but ultimately held safely.

The sound of collapse continuously came from next door. The two held their breath and waited for a while, confirming the bomb's aftershock had dissipated. Went over to open the door and check the situation.

The room inside was originally empty, without any furniture. The vertical demolition charge directly blasted through four floors' height. Shattered stone blocks were now piled on the first floor ground.

Lian Sheng looked up; it penetrated straight up and down, looking effective. But she didn't dare continue doing this.

"The vibration here just now was very intense. This building's safety performance doesn't seem very good; blasting safety cannot be guaranteed, unsuitable to continue. Using bombs at close range is considerably dangerous," Lian Sheng wiped her nose. "Importantly, judging from the result, from the second floor to the eleventh floor, our weapon reserves are insufficient."

Fang Jianchen responded: "So far away, yet I felt slight tremors just now."

Lian Sheng patted her pants: "If deciding to use bombs for breakthrough, I suggest going out first. From the outer wall to the top floor, finding a new entry point again is more feasible."

If not using bombs, this maze-like building had no second method.

Their time was running out.

Hundred Meter Flying Dagger said: "Then blast it."

Overall safety wasn't an issue, just couldn't compare to a military base.

Because it was the place holding Cornell, they originally guarded against this building being a professional structure, built or modified by the political or military departments. In most cases, the outer materials would be specially made, or sufficient offensive weapons would be installed on the top floor and sides to prevent easy breakouts.

But judging from the current situation, this might be an ordinary... perversely designed ordinary factory building.

Hundred Meter Flying Dagger said: "Cheng Ze, you two get down first, be careful. Don't detonate simultaneously, one by one."

Lian Sheng walked to that doorway, glanced down. This time chose a horizontal demolition charge, threw it straight down.

Another earth-shattering tremor; the horizontal room on the first floor was blown open.

Then repeatedly repeated the previous operation, alternating horizontal and vertical demolition charges, advancing forward.

Fortunately, they were alert quickly, hadn't gone too deep inside. Not being able to distinguish direction didn't matter; continuously moving in one direction, they could eventually get out.

The directional demolition charges on both of them were completely used up. Because the quantity wasn't enough, later they stood far away and directly threw grenades, risking mutual destruction, barely managing to clear a path.

Lian Sheng and Zhao Zhuoluo were the first to walk out of the building. Having been terrified all the way, they couldn't help but let out long sighs of relief now.

They both suspected that if they continued blasting, this building would collapse any minute. Every grain of sand was groaning.

Lian Sheng patted the pockets on her body; their current weapon reserves were somewhat critical. Too much unnecessary consumption. Originally prepared for escape, yet all used for map opening.

Subsequently, Fang Jianchen and Cheng Ze also exited the factory building using the same method.

Seeing the sunlight outside, several people had the same thought. This time they were truly screwed over by the map here.

Their continuous explosions had already attracted others' attention. After all, this street wasn't completely cordoned off. Although people were few, they still existed.

Lu Mingyuan saw several civilians walk past in front, craning their necks to watch, hesitating for a moment before leaving.

Lu Mingyuan said: "Move quickly. Your commotion was too loud and got discovered. The other party might have already called the police; we need to evacuate as soon as possible."

Lian Sheng faced the high wall, tidied her clothes, ensuring every pocket was fastened tightly.

"Excellent and I will go up; you two go back to the car first," Lian Sheng said. "If the police come, Ye Buqing alone probably can't handle it. You go help. Remember to cover for us. Use weapons sparingly."

Cheng Ze said decisively: "Okay."

Then the two turned and ran towards Lu Mingyuan's direction.

Lian Sheng blew into her hands, then started climbing with Zhao Zhuoluo coordinating.

They still didn't dare let down their guard, confirming all the way that the periphery indeed had no defensive attack systems before daring to continue upwards.

"Maxwell..." Hundred Meter Flying Dagger was still tapping the control screen over there, lamenting: "Why is he such a pain?! Couldn't he say one more sentence? Wouldn't he even add a couple of extra sentences?"

They were still deep in Gelen territory. If their identities were exposed, first breaking through the police... worse, the military siege. If ammunition wasn't enough, couldn't support them doing this. There was no place here to replenish equipment.

Seek help from the joint team? Don't joke. The Alliance's purpose here was exactly contrary to theirs. If exposed, could it still be good?

Lian Sheng hung halfway on the wall, asking: "When did you make contact?"

"Half a month ago. Can't contact him now. Barite watches communications very strictly. Maxwell needs to hide his location, dares not risk it. Should not be in the 3rd District anymore," Hundred Meter Flying Dagger said. "When we negotiated before, the time was too short, only briefly exchanged information, then both sides lost contact."

Although he and Maxwell had a cooperative relationship, this relationship was too unreliable.

The Alliance didn't trust him; he didn't hold much hope for the Alliance either. Mutually beneficial exploitation, trump cards still held tightly. How could he possibly tell Hundred Meter Flying Dagger his real location?

By the time Lian Sheng reached the top floor, Cheng Ze and the other had also successfully rendezvoused with Lu Mingyuan's team.

As soon as Lian Sheng climbed up, she saw the hole bombed out in the middle of the top floor.

"Cornell?!" Lian Sheng was shocked. "Someone came before us!"

Everyone froze: "What?"

However, before they could see clearly, Lu Mingyuan said again: "Police are here!"

Hundred Meter Flying Dagger: "Retreat, retreat, retreat! Move! Drive over to support! Lian Sheng, you two come down too, stop looking! Ji Ban, your mech enters ready state now!"

A hole was blasted on the rooftop. Undoubtedly, either Cornell blasted it and ran from here. Or someone struck first, executing the target figure.

So was he dead or alive?

Clearly, based on analysis, they leaned towards the latter possibility. If Cornell wanted to run, it must have been with Maxwell's permission. But if already permitted, why use blasting to escape?

Maxwell absolutely wouldn't provide Cornell with weapons.

So Hundred Meter Flying Dagger told them not to look, just leave directly.

Lian Sheng's eyebrows furrowed; she ran forward. Regardless of the result, she had to confirm clearly.

Zhao Zhuoluo chased after her: "Lian Sheng!"

Lian Sheng lay prone at the edge of the hole, looking down.

At the bottom of the hole were smashed furniture; this was the first trace of habitation she found in this building.

Her gaze swept from left to right. Because stone blocks were piled below, she couldn't determine for a moment whether the dark-colored things were bloodstains or the furniture's original color.

Lian Sheng leaned her upper body out, wanting to see more clearly, but saw that familiar, pitch-black muzzle.

Just that glimpse in her peripheral vision, Lian Sheng's heart pounded like it would explode. Her body reacted before her brain, quickly dodging backward.

How long does it take for cannon fire to exit the barrel?

Always felt cannon attack speed was too slow before, yet that slow speed was fundamentally too fast for her to dodge.

Lian Sheng could feel the heat wave rushing from the front; the stone blocks under her feet shattered like powder.

She wanted to turn back, tell Zhao Zhuoluo to run quickly. But didn't know if she made a sound, nor if she turned her head in that instant.

But vaguely, she heard someone calling her name. Couldn't feel her own intuition, yet her vision spun, her whole person like being pulled away by a string, getting farther and farther from the original spot.

Zhao Zhuoluo saw her violent backward shrinking motion and felt something was wrong.

Truly just an instant, no time to think. Before reacting, had already thrown out the climbing rope in his hand, binding Lian Sheng. Then pressed the retract button.

He gripped the rope end tightly; the rope seemed grown together with his hand. A huge force dragged him forward. He planted his feet firmly on the ground, stabilizing his body, preventing himself from being pulled away.

The rope rubbed violently in his palm, scraping away a section of flesh from his palm. Zhao Zhuoluo roared, saw Lian Sheng had been pulled over, finally released his hand, catching her in his arms.

When Lian Sheng regained consciousness, Zhao Zhuoluo was pressing her left arm, loudly calling her name, face full of panic.

"Ambush," Lian Sheng's eyes focused. Didn't feel pain for an instant. Stood up from the ground: "Quickly go! They will catch up!"

Zhao Zhuoluo's breath hitched for a moment: "—Hand!"

The climbing rope used for fixing and retracting had sharp iron spikes at one end. The rope was already untied, but that end was still deeply embedded in her left arm.

Lian Sheng grabbed his back collar with her right hand, pulling him back: "Go!"

She untied the rope from her back waist, hooked it onto the balcony railing. Then jumped down together with Zhao Zhuoluo.

Lu Mingyuan saw the red light flashing straight into the sky from the rooftop, followed by Lian Sheng and Zhao Zhuoluo's consecutive screams, and felt something was wrong. The sound made his heart panic. Although knowing both were alive, something must have happened.

Hundred Meter Flying Dagger was also startled by them; never heard Lian Sheng roar like that. He pressed both hands on the console, shot up, asking: "What happened? Is anyone injured? Little Rui, switch perspective, confirm Lian Sheng's situation!"

"Can't!" Zhou Shirui said anxiously. "Police cars are coming from our front, many of them, I don't have time now!"

Fang Jianchen cursed directly: "Damn police cars! Police cars my ass! There are mechs behind too, damn it!"

Everyone paused for a moment, looking farther away. Although still too far, a black distant dot kept moving. Besides a mech's head, seemed no second possibility.

Everyone was momentarily stunned, not understanding the situation.

Reality quickly told them the truth.

Aircraft bearing military frontline markings appeared above their heads.

They tilted their heads up, feeling time freeze for an instant. The image remained fixed like a still frame, dispelling all thoughts from their minds.

"Lian Sheng was ambushed, then our identities are exposed! These mechs are Barite's team!" Zhou Shirui broke the silence in the car. "Internal fighting broke out in the 3rd District!"

Unexpectedly at this juncture.

Gelen was now in chaos. If they got involved, without sufficient armed forces, probably wouldn't even know how they died.

Lu Mingyuan: "We need to head towards the main urban area now! Can't provide support now, the front is already surrounded! Lian Sheng, you guys be careful!"

Ji Ban asked: "Then should Moshi come over now? Senior Lu, you're getting farther and farther from our mech! I can't drive over like this!"

"No! Moshi stays put for now!" Hundred Meter Flying Dagger shouted. "Retreat! Unconditional retreat! Leave this place immediately! Lian Sheng! Lian Sheng, where are you now? Report situation quickly!"

Lian Sheng and Zhao Zhuoluo had already come down from the rooftop.

The bone-deep pain slowly invaded her mind from her arm.

While jumping in mid-air, Lian Sheng's body suddenly tensed, somewhat contorted from pain. Zhao Zhuoluo held her tightly, pressing her into his arms, then slid down the tall building with her.

While Hundred Meter Flying Dagger roared over there, neither heard the sound.

Lian Sheng's consciousness was very clear, precisely because of this, the pain was also very intense. She directly removed the iron claw used for climbing fixation. Four holes on her arm, already pierced deep to the bone. Blood instantly spurted out; her forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Zhao Zhuoluo dragged her to hide in the nearby green belt. Nervously fumbled for the first-aid kit at his waist, but because too nervous, the needle tip couldn't connect to the syringe, couldn't insert it.

Lian Sheng squinted: "Calm down."

Zhao Zhuoluo held his breath, finally managing to give her an injection.

After finishing, went to grab the second needle. But forgot what he just injected, searched for the packaging again.

Lian Sheng glanced at the hovering aircraft in the sky, reminded: "Just injected hemostatic. Don't panic, it's okay."

The city-wide broadcast far away was reminding all residents to first head to air-raid shelters for refuge; a terrorist armed attack was occurring in the 3rd District. Currently, armed forces were concentrated in the suburbs; the suburbs would soon be sealed off; evacuating personnel please take note. Also told the masses not to worry; they had already controlled the battle fire; it wouldn't spread to the main urban area.

Of course not; destroying the main urban area during an internal power struggle was the most foolish act.

After several injections, Lian Sheng felt her blood flow start to slow down; the wound wasn't hurting as much either.

Hundred Meter Flying Dagger was still shouting tirelessly, his voice already hoarse: "Lian Sheng! Zhao Zhuoluo! Answer if you hear!"

Lian Sheng controlled her breathing and voice, replying: "We're here."

"Your location isn't safe; find a place to hide first. We temporarily cannot come over to support," Hundred Meter Flying Dagger asked. "Are you two okay?"

Zhao Zhuoluo trembled slightly, gripping her arm. Lian Sheng quickly said first: "We're fine."

Zhao Zhuoluo wanted to speak but hesitated, ultimately saying nothing, just looking deeply at Lian Sheng.

"Fine. Don't needlessly trouble the organization; I can still manage," Lian Sheng supported herself to stand up. Zhao Zhuoluo hurriedly helped her. Lian Sheng said: "Contact again later; we're leaving first."

Lian Sheng turned off the team communication: "Go, let's see if there's a hospital nearby first."

Lu Mingyuan's car bumped along the road, accelerating to maximum speed, drifting around corners, heading towards the small roads.

Cheng Ze and Ye Buqing tried their best to obstruct from behind. However, these handheld thermal weapons fundamentally couldn't harm hard weapons like mechs.

Fortunately, this group were Gelen soldiers after all. Even in the uninhabited suburbs, they didn't want to destroy intact factory buildings. Those were all valuable assets. Especially when unable to rule out the possibility of civilians still inside. So their attacks were restrained, not pursuing relentlessly.

Before the suburbs were sealed off, the group broke through the border line thrillingly but safely. Temporarily ensuring safety.

Hundred Meter Flying Dagger collapsed onto the chair, raised his hand to cover his forehead, forcefully exhaling.

No one could have predicted Barite would attack at such a time, disrupting all their plans. Truly terrible.

There must be hospitals in the suburbs.

No large public hospitals, but small private ones. After all, this industrial area was well-developed, population not small.

Zhao Zhuoluo selected a place on the map. The two followed the green belt, using the scenery as cover, moving quickly towards the target point.

Aircraft and mechs, without confirming targets, wouldn't waste ammunition actively attacking a few civilians.

Lian Sheng ran herself, speed not slow, not needing Zhao Zhuoluo to slow down at all.

Zhao Zhuoluo turned his head to look at her from time to time, confirming her condition.

"I can run, stop looking at me," Lian Sheng said. "I'm really fired up now; no problem."

Zhao Zhuoluo said apprehensively: "You're not having a final burst of energy before death, are you?"

"Then you should thank your accurate throw for not nailing my head," Lian Sheng said. "A hand injury isn't enough to cause a final burst of energy, thank you."

Zhao Zhuoluo felt a bit scared now. He hadn't learned that technique; thinking back, luck was truly extremely good. Like Lian Sheng said, if thrown slightly off, hooking the neck, the heart area, or simply the head, then she probably would have died by his claws first.

His thoughts drifted all over the world, unable to pull himself back. Then heard Lian Sheng say: "Arrived!"

It was a private clinic; the door was surprisingly unlocked. They rushed in together, then locked it tightly behind them.

Zhao Zhuoluo needed alcohol for disinfection, preferably medication. Saw nothing at the front desk; only robots stood aside, powered off. The two walked directly inside.

As they entered the back room, Lian Sheng's ear twitched: "There's sound."

Outside was filled with the noisy sound of gunfire. Zhao Zhuoluo was still immersed in that scene, hadn't heard.

Lian Sheng pointed her gun upwards: "There."

Zhao Zhuoluo squinted again. Still no movement.

The two cautiously advanced, going up the stairs.

The second floor should be the doctor's office. The door closest to the corridor should have been set to unlocked state, currently swinging back and forth.

The two exchanged glances, took staggered positions. Lian Sheng kicked the door open; Zhao Zhuoluo raised his gun from the side and charged in.

Not any enemy. Only a doctor in a white coat hiding inside.

The person originally huddled on the ground with head covered. Seeing them enter, unable to hide anymore, suddenly shouted loudly.

Both were startled; Zhao Zhuoluo nearly fired.

Saw the doctor's knees directly weaken; knelt down before them, prostrating on the ground: "Two heroes, spare my life!"

Lian Sheng: "..."

Lian Sheng: "..."

Zhao Zhuoluo: "..."

Zhao Zhuoluo: "..."

The doctor shouted: "I admit it! I'm just a hopeless homebody! But I'm innocent; I haven't participated in any political activities! Although I haven't contributed much to the country, I haven't caused any harm to the country either! Although my medical skills aren't brilliant, I just finished my internship and I've never killed anyone through malpractice! In the future, I will also fulfill my duties and serve the public; please believe me!"

Tentatively asked: "Excuse me... which team are you from?"

The two remained in position, unmoving.

Lian Sheng asked: "Why didn't you evacuate? Are you the only one here?"

The doctor looked up, face full of humiliation: "I... I fell asleep, then didn't dare go out."

Lian Sheng doubted: "Can sleep that soundly?"

The offensive had lessened now; cannon fire also stopped. But the previous wave, meant for deterrence, firing into the sky, probably no one could sleep through.

Doctor said aggrievedly: "Wearing headphones."

Zhao Zhuoluo glanced at him, gritted his teeth: "Come here."

The doctor carefully observed the two, only then realizing one was injured.

The military uniform color was very dark; even stained with blood, it wasn't easily noticeable. So hadn't paid attention before.

Lian Sheng leaned against the wall. Due to pain and blood loss, her face was pale, her whole person somewhat weak.

The doctor carefully approached them.

Zhao Zhuoluo said: "Help her treat the wound."

The doctor got closer, finally saw their faces clearly, surprised: "My heavens, you guys are so young! I'm twenty-five this year, how about you?"

"Is chatting your spiritual care for patients?" Lian Sheng extended her hand towards him. "Brother, some practical help first, thank you."

The male doctor pushed his glasses, rushed back, searched around. Finally pulled out what he wanted from a box he had knocked to the ground earlier. Said: "Come over, let me take a look first."

Lian Sheng walked over and sat on the chair in front of him.

The doctor stared blankly at the insignia on her shoulder for a moment, seemingly deep in thought, frozen in place without moving.

Zhao Zhuoluo and Lian Sheng became vigilant, fingers on triggers, observing the young man's expression.

Saw the doctor suddenly become very excited, yet with a hint of thrill, looking at them: "You are Alliance soldiers, right! This insignia is definitely correct! Middle school entrance exam politics must-memorize point sixty-three! Damn! I'm truly a genius!"

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