Arknights, but the family has fallen again

"Feint, feint, are you going to sell us out again?" Inès said to Hedley while sitting on the hood of the car.

They still had bandages around their waists, though the wounds had been quickly healed by Otter after the incident at the Court of Spears, but they still kept them tied up for show.

"I trust W's intuition."

"Come on! How can you still have any intuition when you're like this?" Inès rolled her eyes and said, "It was just a joke. You really think you're a disciple of the evil spirit!"

Hedley withdrew his gaze from the setting sun, thinking back to the topographic map given by Otto, and replied: "We just took it as a joke, but one of them lost his memory, and the other..."

Seeing the color makes you interested.

The old father shook his head.

No, W is not that superficial.

……

Maybe there are some, but not superficial ones.

The wild historian looked at the shadowy outline of Qie City, turned around and ordered, "Stop the car! Set up camp!"

The convoys stopped one after another, the mercenaries took the baggage from the vehicles, coordinated their positions, and built simple fortifications with the help of suitable vehicles.

The evil spirit... no, the Doctor himself represents another proposition.

One, for a time, yielded to His Highness's proposal out of personal friendship.

The Sarkaz weren't a natural concept. Some ethnic groups were even natural predators and prey.

Like the Doctor, completely break away from the Sarkaz, abandon the past with a new identity and a new vision, and hold your head high...naturally, this is one way.

But, in this case, where will the Sarkaz go?

In this way, the past, and everything in the past...

The dead souls echoed in Sarkaz's mind. Even the dark path that Otto inadvertently revealed had no future, he had to think carefully about it.

"……Home!"

"Come back to your senses! Great historian!"

"What are you thinking about? You're so absorbed!"

Hedley shook his head again, without responding to Inès, but ordered: "There is a stream nearby, scout it, get water, and cook."

Chapter 180 Multitasking

The moonlight and starlight together spread across the wilderness.

W is "alone" and wearing camouflage.

The Sarkaz girl raised the night vision binoculars with her naturally slender fingers.

"How about it?"

She asked in her heart.

"How about what?"

Otto was distracted and came over to take a look.

These regular troops temporarily under Black Snake's command were clearly no ordinary soldiers. Judging from the deployment of their frontline defenses and the distribution of their outposts, their commanders had at least completed military academy, and not simply gained prominence through the "Marshal also has a son" reputation.

However, due to the lack of prior preparation and the current situation in Chernobyl, only their individual equipment was relatively complete.

The supply of mortars and drones was more than enough for attacks in twos and threes, but facing a small-scale front-line firefight like the one now?

I'm afraid it's difficult to cover.

Not to mention, due to the existence of the Patriots, Black Snake had almost no requests from the Army for elite Ursus armored units like the Shield Guards. This army, reassembled from the Reunion Movement, lacked a core force, was incomplete in organization, and was severely under-armed.

Of course, even though this "special forces" that existed to incite and influence the integration movement was full of flaws, it was still not a big problem for them to crush the first batch of Winter Soldiers Qicheng, who had less than a week of training time.

The premise is that Otto did not carry out micro-management.

"These Ursus people!" W stared intently and asked, "How are they?"

Hamlet, sanatorium.

Kelsey and Warfarin are conducting a specialist consultation on the Wendigo lying in the hospital bed.

Previous real-world treatment for the Patriot had brought him back from the brink of death, but his infection level would still be fatal to anyone else.

However, the remaining lesion was already considered a part of his body to some extent. Simply removing it and reconstructing his fate would almost certainly result in a completely new lesion growing back.

"Aren't you an experienced mercenary?" Ott locked onto a nerve with the help of Kal'tsit and Warfarin: "As you can see, they are not a problem."

"How can you talk like that!?" W was still staring at the outpost of the remnant troops calmly and intently.

Further ahead, across a vast expanse of unobstructed wilderness, was their camp.

"So... you have extensive combat experience?"

As the nervous system and Originium organs were minimally connected, the Patriot's vital signs showed a certain degree of disorder.

But Warfarin and Keltsit, they seem to be coping well?

Besides, this was just a technical verification in Hamlet. Even if something went wrong, it would just make Old Deng... and Bozhukas suffer more.

Otto once again heartlessly focused his attention on W.

"That's pretty much it!"

W takes out a land drone from behind the waist.

It is supported by two "huge" wheels, and the rectangular main structure integrates the camera, communication and receiving functions.

It is the car that Otto used before.

"Seriously, you stinky otter, are you a voyeur?" W muttered, "They sent me here specifically to put this damn thing!"

"Since we're here, we might as well blow it up!"

W's idea is not without merit.

Faced with such an incomplete team, launching an attack on its camp and further destroying its already incomplete organization would allow us to gain more advantages after daybreak.

"No," Ott immediately rejected the idea. "Even for you, the chances of escaping such an attack unscathed are slim."

The Sarkaz girl smiled unconsciously.

"Besides, even if it means sacrificing your life, it should be used for something more valuable."

Her face darkened again.

Otto, however, continued to act as he pleased: "To waste such a valuable chess piece like you in a game where victory is already secured is a complete waste."

Compared to "You should die in a different way", "a chess piece like you" was no longer that annoying. Instead, W focused his attention on something more important: "Stinky Otter, are you so confident about those rotten eggs and tomatoes?"

It's fair to say that despite initially being startled by the Winter Soldiers' aura when possessed by Ot, W eventually realized their training was lacking during the subsequent training. After learning more about their origins, the Sarkaz girl, while secretly admiring Ot's ability to train new recruits, no longer had any expectations of the Winter Soldiers' combat effectiveness.

“I just have confidence in myself.”

After listening, Ott nodded to Kal'tsit and put his hand directly into the Patriot's abdomen.

The connection of another nerve activated the Originium in the crystallized organ, and a frenzied and primitive "Originium technique" naturally emerged.

Warfarin disrupted the activity of the Originium without hesitation.

The active energy within the crystallized organ is released in the form of heat.

There was even a burnt smell in the sanatorium.

Kal'tsit pinched her Jingming acupoint and sighed.

Failed again.

Each crystallized organ is a unique individual, and coupled with the energy contained within it, if not handled properly, the surgery will turn into bomb-making.

Without having to consider medical ethics, most physiological indicators, or even the life or death of the patient... achieving Originium organ replacement in a crude way is just a matter of time for Kal'tsit.

But what we lack most now is time.

Even now, seven times greater...

She suddenly noticed that Ott was lost in thought.

Could it be...?

No, not possible!

Even you, without the aid of computing equipment, relying solely on your carbon-based brain, can complete the construction and calculation of the model! ?

of course not.

Ott had no intention of learning a skill that he couldn't experience firsthand.

Smelling the burnt aroma of the Patriot, he became interested in the heat release of the newly crystallized organ.

You man...even though it's Hamlet now, can you please perform once in a while?

I remember Victoria had a "Originium-Steam" theory, right? If it could be adapted to a point where it didn't require a Warlock to cast spells, then it could definitely be applied to pneumatic guns. Even if that wasn't possible, the data it accumulated along that path would still be meaningful.

Developing my own technical route is still too slow, so I might as well go back to Victoria...

Can reverse engineering be called stealing?

Of course, even without an accurate model, Ott still had an idea of what the Patriot's surgery would look like in reality.

Although Kal'tsit's current plan is very rough compared to her original idea, there is still room for further "fuzzing".

Considering his performance in the original work and his strong vitality as a Wendigo, it is entirely possible for him to suppress the rejection reaction for a short period of time and mix artificial organs, crystallized Originium organs and native organs for a period of time.

And this period of time is enough to deal with the black snake problem.

No? Isn’t that your father-in-law!?

Ott, however, believed that this painful process could actually provide patriots with a certain degree of spiritual relief. In the short term, this "divine punishment"-like pain might even serve as a tool for Ott to persuade patriots to further let go of their burdens.

Chapter 181: Addiction to Abandonment

"Hedley?" Inès subconsciously took a half step back.

Then, she drew her dagger in a spur of the moment: "Get out of his body, demon!"

"I'm still here, and I volunteered." Hedley said expressionlessly, "Ott brought the latest military intelligence: the Ursus troops hidden within the Reunion Movement have almost been dispatched in full force."

Inès still held the dagger tightly in her hand, and her Originium skills were sending her crazy warnings.

Volunteer?

You think you are willing!

Damn Mind Flayer!

The Sarkaz are so weird!

The bonfire licked Hedley's face, which was as hard and motionless as an axe, and half of his face fell into deeper darkness.

Hamlet, sanatorium.

"I'll take over from now on."

While connecting the artificial organ to the Patriot, Ott said to Inès and Kel'tsit at the same time: "Black Snake has begun to prepare for escape."

"She temporarily abandoned an action and instead simply sought to ignite the Wu-Yan conflict."

Kal'tsit also had some guesses.

She placed the still-bloodied crystallized organs into a nearby freezer and responded, "Let's say Koschei originally wanted to simultaneously capture Draco's body and detonate the Black-Yan conflict."

"After the previous attempt to break into Lungmen and intercept intelligence failed, he felt that personally destroying Tallulah's inner anchor and completely possessing Draco would endanger his own life as an immortal."

Although the language she was using now did not differentiate between "male he" and "female she" in pronunciation, Kal'tsit still used the more neutral "he" in her heart.

"In the future, he will definitely not give up on this attempt, but in his opinion, the most advantageous option now is probably to retreat first, as there is still a long way to go."

Inès is not as spiritual as Kal'tsit.

Instead, she said with her usual cold expression, "Tell us clearly where to go and how many to kill."

It seems that she is afraid of being cheated... She doesn't dare to believe anything that comes out of Otto's mouth with a little bit of roundabout words.