Jiang Wanqi ran at the front of the team expressionlessly. The 60-kilogram rucksack seemed to have no effect on him. His brisk and rhythmic steps left a series of uneven footprints on the smooth sand surface.

Just about a hundred meters behind him, a group of panting mercenaries were running. Their faces were gray and their feet were soft. The calm and unsightly eyes emitting unconcealed despair and misery among the violently trembling muscles of the face. The backpack, which could be easily lifted with one hand, is now as heavy as a mountain.

"Minute seconds?******, this guy is good. I like it!"

The moment he pressed the countdown, Glev couldn't suppress his excitement, and with his thick and hairy big hands, he patted Fang Jie who had just run across the end line. He roared like thunder and said, "Welcome, my dear doctor."

Laws are just waste paper in the eyes of mercenaries. These guys who put their heads on the trouser gear only recognize each other's strength. Especially in Africa, whoever has a big fist can have absolute authority.

It is precisely for this reason that Fang Jie decided to participate in the "Wolf of Fire" entry test. He wanted to let everyone know in this way: he is not a weak person who only knows how to use scalpels.

Of course, in addition to this, there is another layer of secrets completely hidden under the appearance.

Fighting against the FBI is absolutely impossible to accomplish with someone's strength. He needs more powerful companions.

The next day, in addition to the new recruits waiting for testing, there were more than ten core members of the "Flame Wolf" team logo embroidered on their left arm.

When I saw the recruit's physical fitness test report yesterday, Chris' first reaction in his mind was impossible.

What is the concept of an armed off-road record of fifty kilometers of this level?

Is this still a human?

...

On this strange valley night, it is as dark and cold as a tomb.

The turbulent stream flowed through his feet, and the cold rocks above his head. Su Hao sat next to the fire struggling in the cold wind, staring down at the cans beside the fire, motionless.

The jar was cooked with rations distributed to the Imperial Wehrmn and bubbles. There was not much food available in this place. This terrible food was packed in a soft box the size of a palm. It was grayish white and pale, and there was a pungent fishy smell, but it was indeed edible. The emperor was on it. This kind of thing that tasted like a mop would become a porridge that could be swallowed after a while, and it was very full after eating it. Su Hao didn't like this, but he didn't hate it very much. In order to survive, even if it was a worse food, he had to eat it with his eyes closed.

The situation in the space field of Scarterson No. 11 has deteriorated completely. The Demon Legion unexpectedly appeared near the command center. In a hurry, Su Hao could only lead more than ten staff and guards around him to leave the command center, and rushed left and right in the encirclement, and came here all the way.

The Demon Legion seemed to have used some technical means that could block radio wave signals, and Su Hao has never been able to contact the outside world. Occasionally, there were a few short-term signals connected, and it only lasted for less than five minutes before it was interrupted again. Fortunately, the team around him is not short of supplies and ammunition is sufficient.

Opposite the valley, two other bonfires were burning. Amid the flickering fire, Brigadier's passionate voice came.

"We must go back to our troops and fight the enemy as human warriors. In the name of the emperor, it is our duty."

"We must fight! We must fight! This is the Imperial Wehrmacht!"

"The Emperor will not abandon us, nor will his servants. He will bless us to advance all the way and defeat the enemy."

It is impossible for a joint force between the dark creatures and the demon legion. However, they launched an attack almost at the same time. Almost all the imperial troops in the Scarterson 11 space domain were disbanded, and Su Hao knew nothing about the outside world. While taking his subordinates to another landing point, Su Hao met Brigadier General Rekel and the group of defeated soldiers under his command. Of course, the organization of these people was completely different from that of Su Hao and was affiliated with the Imperial Defense Force.

Brigadier General Rekel rejected Su Hao's suggestion and refused to take his people to the login site. This is the biggest difference between the two people at present.>

In a few more hours, it will be dawn.

At that time, Su Hao had two choices, either follow Brigadier Rekel towards Base No. 3, or take his subordinates to part ways with Rekel.

The confrontation between two opinions and two ideas is no longer possible. Neither Su Hao nor Rekel can convince each other. No matter who is right or wrong, the two men's ranks cannot make decisions on the other person. After all, the main legion is not the National Defense Force, and the National Defense Force has no right to point fingers at the main legion. Rekel has the right to command the group of people he is now. Su Hao himself is just a legion commander. Although Brigadier Rekel is a servant who is truly loyal to the emperor, a survivor of bloody battles, and has extremely firm beliefs and iron-like nerves, Su Hao does not think this guy is a competent officer.

Rekel is leading his soldiers to death!

No matter how hard Su Hao persuaded: the Empire had already lost all over the space field, and the National Defense Force could only retreat to the landing point area that was easy to defend and difficult to attack to support it. Countless dark creatures and Chaos Legion had launched a large-scale attack on Base No. 3. There were enemy troops everywhere around him that could easily crush them, a small group of people. Despite this, Brigadier General Recole's extremely firm belief and steel-like nerves were not shaken at all.

The burly communication soldier quickly ran to Su Hao, saluted, and whispered in surprise: "Commander, we have received a signal from the empire's main world, and the contact has been restored."

Su Hao took the phone and saw Dai Xiaolou's face that kept smiling at any time on the mini screen.

"Your situation looks pretty good. How about it, how do you feel in Scarterson 11? If I'm not wrong, you must be cursing the staff members who are planning the battle plan right now?"

Su Hao looked at him expressionlessly and asked seriously: "What's the matter with those notes?"

Dai Xiaolou still smiled and asked back: "Why, I've finished reading it? How do you feel?"

There was no change in mood on Su Hao's face, as if it was a cold and hard rock: "I had a dream, and then, I had a lot of dreams."

Dai Xiaolou's expression seemed to be full of interest: "What have you dreamed of?"

"a lot of……"

Su Hao raised his head, slowly looked at the drowsy sky in the distance, and said lightly: "I have always had a question. Who are you?"

This problem sounds very inexplicable, but Dai Xiaolou showed no surprise or surprise at all. He still smiled, but there was a little more emotion in his eyes.

"You finally thought of asking this."

"I asked you the same question before. However, at that time, the purpose of the question was completely different from that now."

"Of course it's impossible. You were not the one you are now."

"So, please tell me who you are?"

When saying this, many scenes appeared in Su Hao's mind of his experience after coming to the third stage of the world: a large amount of supplies in Konoha Town, the support of the "Iron Warriors" Legion, everything from the 101 Training Camp... All of these, every thing, can be found behind Dai Xiaolou.

who I am?

Ha ha ha ha……

Emperor bless!

Hudson crossed the gene thief who was riddled with holes by the rapid-fire gun, ran through the dark passage, disappeared around the corner, and his military boots clanged on the metal walkway.

This is the space field of Rebara No. 97, the Holy See's underground laboratory channel, with a straight line distance of more than 500 meters from the surface.

The gunshots and screams behind him have gradually subsided in the darkness. This is not a good thing. No movement means that there is no target for the aliens to hunt behind him. He is the last rabbit. If the political commander of Tatus saw his bear looking like a panic-escaped bear, he would definitely have shot himself on the spot. The political commander will not tolerate deserters, but the problem is now...

"That dog bastard, I don't know which monster's belly is waiting to be digested!"

Hudson subconsciously looked at the 360-degree sonar detector held in his left hand. The word "monster" reminded himself.

Safe, yes, it is safe at least within a radius of fifty meters in the plane space.

Speaking of safety, or is it? The "flashlight" on the surface, that is, the laser rifle, can best bring you safety.

Hudson turned off the searchlight on his helmet. In the darkness, a little light source would attract the hunter's claws. The paratroopers who came off the heavy airship had already activated the night vision device in the helmet. The green light illuminated the road in front of him, and the energy index on the goggles. The opening of the night vision device caused the index slot to plummet.

The battery is only enough to support it for three minutes. If you still can't get out in three minutes, darkness will always cover you.

Hudson ran non-stop, of course, he had to pay attention to the movements of each corner so as not to get himself into a dark world alien creature. That was not something that was desirable.

What was behind? Hudson's curiosity kept driving him to look back.

No, no. Hudson's self-control kept warning himself and suppressing his curiosity.

"Soldier, go forward! Don't look back! Don't look back!" Captain Heath's words echoed in his ears again. That was what the captain said to him when he was dying. Hudson saw with his own eyes that he was dragged into the ventilation duct by a dark special shape more than three meters high.

"For the Emperor! Ah..." That was the last sentence of the captain's life.

Damn the Holy See, all the monks were madmen. They actually chose to study the dark and violent aliens in such a deep cave library. And those idiotic intelligence personnel, didn’t they say that this was a simple small task? As a result, *******! All the people in a row were dead, and only they were still hiding in Tibet.

Damn it!

Hudson cursed and left the station at the next corner.

The scene at 200 meters underground was not much different from the airship paratroopers when they arrived. The base guards used all weapons that could block the dark aliens and fought to the death here. But now, there is nothing here except their corpses torn to pieces.

The only difference is that when I came down one hour ago, it was still brightly lit. Now it is already pitch black.

Directly opposite the passage is the entrance to the bottom elevator platform, but it looks like the door is locked.

This is impossible!

Hudson started to complain again.

But soon, he regained his composure: "I am a special forces unit. Compared to those cannon fodders who went to the battlefield to die, if he didn't even have a solution to a problem, would he be qualified to join the airship paratroopers?"

"Electronic lock unlocker, oh, yes!" Hudson quickly took off the "brick" hanging around his waist. The method of using it is so simple: clamp the two "pliers"-like plugs of the lock unlocker on the circuit of the electronic lock, and then press the button, which is the red switch on the lock unlocker. The plug wire starts to turn on, then see a small spark and hear a crackling sound. Success!

Generally speaking, after such a short circuit, most doors will open automatically, and occasionally some stubborn elements will refuse to open their lips. This is often distressing, but for a long-standing airship paratrooper, it is not difficult to open the stubborn elements' lips with their hands. Of course, the premise is that this door is not that kind of "isolated".

Do it at will. Although the operation of the lock unlocker is very simple, there must be a debugging process for everything. Now Hudson needs to find the wires for the door lock.

The faint sounds from time to time made people sweat from behind. There was no wind in the underground pit reservoir, and the hunters probably had determined the location of their last rabbit and were approaching step by step. At the same time, they were laughing at the rabbit's timidity with their ugly and deformed language.

"Emperor's blessing!" Hudson silently said, turned on the safety of the rapid-fire gun, and put his index finger on the trigger. "Emperor's blessing!" Hudson repeated, pressing the button of the lock unlocker. Then he waited for a life-and-death bastard to hit the muzzle. The rapid-fire gun was about the same power as the ray gun used by ordinary imperial guards, but the firing speed was several times faster... It was just right to deal with the dark alien that was fast and eager to kill him.

The next thing was to see the sparks and hear the crackling sound.

Finally, the door opened!

Hudson rushed into the lobby of the elevator lift on the ground floor, and at the same time, the night vision device's battery ran out. The darkness enveloped him again.

"Damn it! It seems that the lights in the entire underground cave library are gone." He murmured to himself in the dark.

"Crack", it was the sound of ignition, and then a ball of white light appeared in the boundless darkness.

"Johnny, that useless guy, finally came in handy this time." Hudson raised the last flare he picked up from Johnny.

May the will of the emperor be the torch in your heart and break the darkness in front of you.

The elevator is right in front of you, but it looks like the elevator car is on the ground.

"Damn it!"

Hudson cursed and pressed the elevator lift switch. Fortunately, the elevator didn't need to be unlocked, otherwise it would be ugly.

Beep! Hudson reflectively lowered his head to the sonar detector, then turned vigilantly and entered the shooting state. The sonar detector showed at least twenty red dots approaching him. However, the sonar could only detect the target's direction and could not determine which specific coordinate the target was in. As we all know, dark alien hunting will play tricks, one will attract prey on the front, and the other will encircle it and give an unexpected hug with the prey.

The elevator is still fifty meters away.

Will they get off my head or pull me down from under my feet?
To be continued...