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Chapter 899 I am anchored on the earth
December 21st.

The twenty-first day of the twelfth lunar month.

Wang Yunxiao opened his eyes, stretched his stiff body, and shook off the snow on his shoulders.

When I turned around, I saw a little girl with a runny nose staring at me blankly.

"Aren't you cold?"

Bullshit, how can it not be cold?

But compared with the problems we are facing now, the severe cold climate is a trivial problem.

The North China region has been a densely populated area since ancient times. With the Long Bridge as the center, there are countless cities, towns and villages within a radius of ten kilometers, not to mention the remote villages hidden in the mountains.

Even if the elite forces brought by the Secret Service were split in half, they would not be able to cover all places.

Wang Yunxiao is now the only one responsible for the security of Chujia Village. There are about 150 households and 300 to 400 people in this village.

What he could mobilize were only three groups of soldiers from the Tiger King's Army. With three people forming a formation, the three groups would have nine people in total.

In addition, there is a blood servant of the Tang family who acts as a signal tower.

There is indeed no shortage of practitioners of the Fubing method in the army, but these Fubing who have received unified training lack experience and are not as experienced as the Fubing of the Secret Service.

In other words, they have never seen so many messy things and their ability to respond is insufficient.

Under the command of their superiors, these soldiers have great strength when assembled. However, when it comes to dealing with those evil monsters and demons... it can only be said that it is like using an anti-aircraft gun to kill a mosquito, a waste of talent.

That's why they need experienced spies like Wang Yunxiao to provide them with technical guidance.

This is also the main reason why the Secret Service only brought middle-level backbones this time.

There is no shortage of troops here. The three major legions, the Imperial Guards, the Tiger King, and the Qilin, have surrounded the surrounding areas so tightly that not even a fly can fly out. There is a serious surplus of manpower.

What is lacking is spies.

This abbreviation doesn't sound very nice. To put it in full, it means people who are specifically responsible for handling special matters.

Not only do we have to deal with demons and evil spirits, but if necessary, we also have to deal with the blood servants of the Tang family.

After all, this thing that can remove the top of the head at any time looks too embarrassing.

The Spiritual Network of the Eldar had so far been very effective, effectively suppressing the further spread of the virus. In the area connected to the Spiritual Network, ordinary farmers who could not read a single word entered a state of enlightenment overnight and began to discuss the new government's policy plans and international current affairs.

Once the ideological level is raised to the standard above C12 and the target audience is separated from the telecom fraud and pyramid scheme, the virus will be inactivated in an instant.

But the problem is that the spirit tribe is also short of manpower. Although the Tang family can be said to have mobilized all their forces this time, even bringing their school-age children with them, it is still far from enough.

For example, in Chujia Village, only one blood servant was assigned.

On the one hand, Wang Yunxiao had to ensure that the villagers would not be frightened by the blood servant's strange appearance, and on the other hand, he had to ensure that the blood servant himself would not have any problems, such as mental overdraft or physical inability to support it, or any abnormal changes.

Simply put, it is a boring and monotonous job.

The little girl with a runny nose ran away with a snap, and came back a few moments later with a burnt sweet potato in her hand.

"Big brother, my dad told me to give it to you so you can eat it while it's hot!"

Wang Yunxiao took the roasted sweet potato, broke it open gently, and the fragrant aroma immediately hit him in the face.

"My dad asked you to come into the house and warm yourself by the fire!"

"Tell your dad. You're welcome."

Of course Wang Yunxiao also wanted to go into the house and warm himself by the fire. The village chief had even arranged a banquet yesterday to welcome the soldiers.

But the higher-ups have issued strict orders not to disturb the people, not to stay in guesthouses, or to take bribes. The situation could change at any time, and although it was warm to stay indoors, it was easy to lose vigilance.

Wang Yunxiao waved his hand to ask her to go away, but at this moment, a red flare rose slowly in the distant sky and exploded with a bang.

"Wow! Fireworks are setting off!"

The little girl with a runny nose jumped up and down, laughing heartily.

"Go home quickly! Close the door and don't come out!"

Wang Yunxiao was not in as good a mood as her. Seeing the red flare meant that something unexpected had happened again.

He could vaguely hear a sound similar to the rising and falling of the tide.

The shock of space-time tides has begun again!

As the year draws to a close, the window period for space-time tidal oscillations arrives, which means that oscillations may occur at any time, and some messy things will be left on the beach as the tide rises.

"Section Chief Wang!"

The soldiers of the Tiger King Army rushed over and asked loudly: "What's the situation now? What can we do?"

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"I don't know! Stay at your post!"

Wang Yunxiao tidied up his Liuyun rifle, pressed the magazine into the rust can, and cheered himself up.

He heard someone shouting at the east end of the village: "Water! Water is coming! There's a flood!"

What a flood in the cold winter.

This can only be someone with a keen sense of perception who has noticed the influence of the tides of time and space.

"Go and have a group of people control the guy who's yelling and give him a tranquilizer!"

Wang Yunxiao gave the order calmly.

He also had hallucinations before his eyes, but instead of a flood, it was heavy snow falling all over the sky.

It was as if I had returned to the End of the North Continent, trudging forward with difficulty in the world of ice and snow.

The icy chill permeated the body, and the strong wind in the air gathered into the shape of a terrifying beast, emitting a sharp roar.

Wang Yunxiao slowly ate the hot sweet potato in his hand and wiped off the traces of carbon ash from the corners of his mouth.

He was not at the forefront; the remains of the alien life form at the crime scene were the real eye of the storm.

And now there are at least three thousand soldiers in front, surrounding the entire scene, building an indestructible Great Wall with their flesh and blood, blocking the real tidal flood.

What he has to face now is just a little bit of wind and frost blowing over the Great Wall.

He raised his hand and punched forward. Something in the wind and snow screamed and broke into pieces.

Wang Yunxiao put on the blindfold, and with the help of the filter of the multi-dimensional periscope, he could see the unknown monster in front of him that was smashed to pieces by his punch.

I don't know what it is, but it doesn't matter. This is Ming territory. Anyone who dares to invade will be killed without mercy, no negotiation.

It's just that these glasses are really uncomfortable to wear. Except for Qi Zhao, no normal person can stare at eight screens at the same time with a pair of eyes. After a long time, it is easy to get dizzy and nauseous.

The wind and snow in front of him were blowing in his face, tearing everything around Wang Yunxiao into pieces like a typhoon.

But his feet were firmly on the ground, and he did not retreat even a single step because of the violent snowstorm.

It's like an anchor sunk deep into the sea.

(End of this chapter)