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A group of people dragged the coughing soldier out.

"me……"

The warrior coughed up blood inside his power armor.

He opened his powered armor head and tried to get a breath of fresh air, but it was like something was blocking his throat to no avail.

"Medical team!" Noah shouted upon seeing this, "Circumcision, cut open his trachea!"

The logistics staff, who were dedicated to field medicine, cut the soldier's throat as quickly as possible.

Nothing was found.

How could this be?
"Purser, Purser," the soldier looked at Noah, "Help me, help me."

Noah suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart.

He could accept a soldier dying in a heroic battle, but he could never accept such an unclear death.

"Replace with prosthetic lung lobes!" Xu Miaomiao said in the power armor, "Just do thoracotomy!"

This is the only way right now.

The doctors looked at purser Noah.

Their highest officer nodded.

The onlookers watched in stunned silence as the doctors dragged the soldiers out of the power armor and began the bloody surgery on the spot.

Take out a person's lungs and replace them with prosthetic lungs.

The doctors are very skilled and seem to do this kind of thing frequently.

"Breathe, breathe!" the doctors reminded the soldiers.

The warrior opened his mouth, as if he had forgotten how to breathe.

"breathe!"

The soldier was so depressed that his face turned red.

The nerves around his prosthetic lung finally restarted normal nerve conduction under constant stimulation.

The warrior began to breathe.

The operation took... 5 minutes.

Although it seems that there are still a lot of things to do, the most troublesome ones have been completed.

The soldier was carried down.

At the same time, a portable research box was carried up by four warriors wearing power armor.

A researcher wearing special power armor used a wrist terminal on his wrist to control the robotic arm in the research box.

The pair of metal arms first touched the newly dug lungs, and then picked up the scalpel in the research box and cut off part of it.

From the outside it doesn't seem to be any different.

He enabled the microscope function.

Mycelium, the hyphae of many fungi, is growing in the lung lobes at an incredible speed.

Xu Miaomiao watched from behind.

She blurted out: “It’s fungal spores!”

Noah looked at the survivors who had become charred.

Is this what he wanted to say before he died, even if he suffered extreme pain?
Beware of spores, beware of fungal spores in the air.

Noah gave the order: "Those who enter the power armor, check the air purification module of the armor; those who do not enter the power armor, put on a gas mask immediately!"

His adjutant measured the wind direction and said to his men: "This is 200 meters south and camp upwind. No one is allowed to breathe the air here directly unless necessary!"

Logistics staff began distributing gas masks and canisters.

"It's mission equipment!" The players' eyes lit up.

One of them ran to the logistics staff and said, "Give me one too."

The player smiled brightly at the support staff.

The logistics staff glanced at Chief Noah, got a gas mask for the player, and then said: "Register here."

He pointed to a registration summary sheet. "OJBK!" The player wrote a random name.

Seeing that they could indeed get it, players swarmed in and jumped in line everywhere.

Some violent warriors directly threw out players who cut in line; some pretended to be pitiful and actually managed to pass the test with cuteness.

"Why was I thrown out? But she was able to jump in line!" A player with a beard said dissatisfiedly, "This is not fair!"

Another player said: "She is a cute girl after all. She is short and looks like she is underage. Uncle, you, a big man who is almost two meters tall, trying to act cute is really eye-catching! The guy in the power armor didn't hammer you to death. This is already considered merciful.”

"Everyone in the world will be deceived by appearances," the bearded player lamented. "Has no one discovered that I am a very cute child at heart? And why do you call me uncle? I am only 20 years old! 20 years old!"

Another player hesitated: "Maybe it's because you look more mature, buddy. To be honest, I believe you when you say that you are a well-maintained 30-year-old man."

"Give me one." The player who was the first to get a gas mask appeared again.

"You?" the logistics staff frowned, "haven't you already been here?"

The player said nonsense: "My eldest brother has been here? I am the second eldest brother in the family."

The logistics staff asked him to fill out a form.

Then the player finds the "OJBK" written before and writes "OJBKTWO" after it.

"Your names are really weird." The logistics staff shook their heads.

No matter how he looked at it, he felt that the player in front of him who claimed to be the second eldest brother in the family looked exactly like his eldest brother.

Another gas mask was taken away, and the player took three filter cans.

5 minutes later.

"Give me one too," the player said with a bright smile, "I heard that my eldest and second brothers were taken away from here?"

The support staff had never seen anyone so similar in their lives.

The three brothers looked exactly the same, except for the slightly different clothes.

"Call your eldest and second brothers," the support staff said, "I have never seen such a weird thing in my life. You guys look so much alike."

The player will also say: "No need, it's too much trouble."

"Register first, and I will give it to you when all three of you brothers are here."

The player reluctantly wrote: OJBKTHREE.

He shook his head and sighed, turned around and left.

The logistics staff suddenly felt a slight sense of guilt.

But duty lies, and this emotion cannot affect his decision.

After the player disappeared into the crowd, a group of players surrounded him out of sight of the support staff: "How about it? Does this method still work?"

That player has already received two sets of gas masks by himself.

"No," he said, "the guy with the equipment is starting to doubt me."

"Stop the loss in time and don't go. It won't be good if you are discovered," another player said, "Let's all try this, hoping to cheat a few more sets of gas masks."

……

"Anchor, record it for me." A player from the speeding party said to the smoker.

He took the risk and dug out a piece of Ganoderma lucidum, holding it in his hands and posing it to the smoker's camera.

"There is a price to pay for opening up wasteland." He opened the prosthetic body on his back, and a luminous ring suddenly lit up from behind his head, like an enlightened god. "And I am the first to sacrifice myself!"

Speedster players break open Ganoderma lucidum and use their noses to smell the areas where spores may be present.

If he fails to recover, it means that the players will have to wear gas masks the whole time; but if they survive, the players can start to enjoy the fun.

"Cough cough! Day!" The speedster player sat on the ground, "It feels like my throat is burning, cough cough! My lungs are so hot, shit! Hey, anchor, there are a lot of villains running around. I'm taking blood! Anchor, that little person on your head is circling around like a dog, hehe!"

He started talking nonsense and fell to the ground and kept moving.

After 2 minutes, the player stopped talking.

He turned his body over with his belly facing up: "Anchor, I just saw so many villains. I almost thought I was going to lie down. Now my blood volume has recovered."

Facts have proven that as long as they are not inhaled all the time, a small amount of spores cannot kill a player. (End of chapter)