Arknights, but the family has fallen again

Within the Reunion Movement, Alex and Lyudmila were latecomers. But such was the appeal of a hero, even with their differences in ideology, even though Alex's radical approach was not approved by the Bodrakast...

But when the leader of the Reunion Movement clearly abandoned the Reunion Movement, the desperate "Chernobog Gang" still thought of that hero.

Which branch route is this?

Ethan sucked on the ceiling and freed one hand to touch the back of his waist.

The pages were sucked into his fingers and turned quickly and silently.

Hmm...show up right away!?

Is it true or false?

Doctor, I'm afraid you didn't write it randomly?

After Safra put the manual back at his waist, it fell to the ground silently like a falling leaf.

"Well... good morning, good afternoon, and good evening?" Ethan said, gnashing his fingers and awkwardly greeting the two Chernobogs.

Alex subconsciously wanted to pull the trigger, but Safra immediately became invisible in response to the pressure.

"Wait, wait!" Ethan shouted, "It's Rhodes Island! It's Rhodes Island!"

In a hurry, he took off his coat while invisible and threw it away.

Alex signaled the Kingslayer to be on guard while he himself hooked the coat back onto his grenade launcher with the bayonet.

He grabbed his coat from the triangular emblem, his expression softened, and continued to look at the place where Ethan disappeared, saying, "We were enemies not long ago, and it was even you who captured Mephistopheles with your own hands."

If you encounter one of the following situations, turn to... and you will find it.

This is how you negotiate with someone wearing a gas mask...

Ethan flipped through the book and read aloud, "When faced with large-scale armed conflict, our beliefs leave us no choice but to protect ordinary people—regardless of whether the target of protection is infected or not, and regardless of whether the enemy we face is infected or not."

Doctor, doctor, is what you wrote reliable?

After hearing the sound from behind, Alex involuntarily put his finger into the trigger circle, and the King Slayer also tightened the dagger in his hand.

Outside, their troops also realized that something was wrong and could hear noisy footsteps.

"Our paths will inevitably diverge, but until then, perhaps we can walk together."

The sound of Ethan reading drifted further and further away, even becoming somewhat ethereal and profound...

"By the way, we... formed a court for Mephisto using the survivors of Che City?" Ethan stumbled over the last half of the sentence, his eyes widening. "They sentenced him to death with immediate execution!?"

Die, die, die!

Doctor, are you sure you wrote it right?

Then, he turned to the next page, and some Originium dust dissipated into the air.

Safra saw Ott's note: No matter what situation you have experienced before, retreat immediately. Your work is done. Remember to come to my office to collect your allowance when you come back.

Is now the time to say this!? Can I really hold on until then!?

Is there an escape route?!

Save it!

Safra's eyes turned extremely cold for a moment.

What was that just now...?

"Dr. Ott!" Kel'tsit roared, "Focus!"

It was indeed too much to be distracted during the operation, but the situation on Ethan's side was not bad, so there was no need to continue to be distracted.

Flesh tendrils grew out from the Wendigo's open chest cavity, as if they had intelligence, tightly wrapping around the artificial heart prepared by Kal'tsit.

Be open-minded, Bodjocasti.

Warfarin raised an eyebrow.

Just like a train changing tracks, the blood immediately returned to its original trajectory and no longer flowed through the deformed tumor that Otto was rubbing.

No wonder Kal'tsit was mad at him just now...it turned out that he was literally holding the patient's life in his hands.

As the anesthesiologist for this operation, Warfarin wasn't so serious. She had a more comprehensive review of Patriot's vital signs. If Kelsey hadn't been the surgeon, she might even have wanted to make a joke like she used to.

It would be better to say that doctors like Kal'tsit who keep a stern face during surgery are a minority.

Although he couldn't joke, the anesthesiologist still glanced at Ott's round ears.

Speaking of which, why are the mind flayer's ears round? Even without tentacles, they should be pointy, right?

Could it be that the Heart-beating Demon has really mutated?

Wearing the surgical cap, Ott's ears also emerged from the shimmering silver threads. This was actually the first time in these days that someone had seen Ott's ears outside the bed.

"Artificial heart connection complete, patient's vital signs stable...liver crystallization work commenced."

Among the internal organs, the liver has the strongest regenerative capacity and, therefore, the lowest risk of crystallization.

The silver-white blade was stained with red light.

All they need to do is preserve enough original samples. With Rhodes Island's current technological capabilities, they can even cultivate a single one without relying on fate reconstruction.

Kal'tsit took the instrument handed to her by Yaye and said to Ott, "Stop the bleeding."

On the wilderness.

Those who had originally planned to destroy the Reunion Movement ended up in a difficult situation, forcing themselves into retreat just when the Reunion Movement was still not ready to die...

Tallulah shook her head.

The masked thug driving beside them asked apprehensively, "Is there something wrong?"

"No, no, keep driving."

With the remnants of the regular army holding back Rhodes Island's main force and the infected blocking the way ahead, no one should be able to catch up with me.

Leaving this moment, looking for an opportunity to kill Chen Huijie... perhaps he could take advantage of Wei Yanwu's personal connection? If Dossores invited him to meet at this time, he should... No, whether he noticed "Kosice"'s appearance was still unknown.

We will have to infiltrate Longmen again in the future.

The desolate scene by the window faded away. She looked at Facility 14, lost in thought.

Dr. Ott's tactical command is indeed exceptional, but his strategic skills are somewhat flawed. It's a shame to have to actively intervene on the chessboard at this point. If I could use him as my commander, perhaps I could choose the path of civil war and rebuild myself in the iron and snow...

But now facing a regular army?

Despite the lack of decent support equipment, expecting victory with another mob was nothing but a pipe dream - even more foolish than that kid.

The future Grand Duke Kashena felt the restlessness within herself.

Sharp teeth bit the fingertips and took off the lace gloves. The only hand that could be used was used to pull out the gloves that were still stuck in the mouth.

The flames ignited, reducing this elegant and noble thing to ashes.

"You won't succeed, 'Father'." A stubborn voice echoed in her heart.

Tallulah shrugged and whispered to herself, "Koschei has never been alone. I am you, a more mature you, a you who has accepted the ideals of the previous Grand Duke."

"And you are me, a more childish me, a me immersed in innocent fantasies."

After she finished her excuse, she asked the driver to roll down the window.

The lace gloves, no longer a pair, were thrown out of the window along with the ashes created by the Dragon Girl.

Bang!

Outside Facility 14, the remnant's assault was met with a classic "retreat-ambush" tactic. The armored vehicles used to breach the defenses were temporarily disabled by the personnel-killing effects of the nerve-jamming mines, and were even destroyed by their own forces.

In this short gap, a group of soldiers in silver-gray coats and of different heights suddenly emerged on both sides of their flanks.

Hiding in the snow! ?

They did some reconnaissance before the battle, so they sneaked in during the battle!?

They were just a bunch of thugs, but they could actually do this!?

Retreating and hard capping are both worse decisions!

They were not at an advantage in numbers, and after deploying their forces for flank attacks, their front became even weaker!

This is the only chance!

After a brief moment of surprise, the captain of the remnant troops shouted, "Follow me!"

Ignoring his nephew's objections, the elderly Ursus officer raised his saber and led the hesitant troops to charge towards the front battlefield.

Close combat has always been the most demanding test of a military's morale. Honestly... if the Midwinter Soldiers had been able to act independently, they would have been completely crushed.

But there is no if.

The charge was like a drop in the ocean, and only the Winter Soldier's sobs could be heard.

Chapter 187: Alan Wake Up

The charge of the remnants of the army group should have torn "this mob" into pieces.

But it was never a mob they faced.

The Ursus army incited the infected to completely destroy Chernobog. A cold indignation burned in the chests of the Midwinter soldiers, and this cold indignation drove them to further entrust their whole body and soul to the commander who could best bear this indignation.

The powerful gunfire formed a tight fire network, and the most loyal and brave soldiers charged to the front line. Because of this, they endured the most fire.

With the enemy captain leading the charge, this amazing charge was launched three times in a row. With each charge, morale dropped further, and in the intervals between each charge, more soldiers were left behind.

The most terrifying thing is that these soldiers who voluntarily fall behind will not be hunted down specifically, but most of them will be able to escape.

Due to their disdain for "Doctor Khan," only after the second charge did some soldiers attempt to escape. The commanders' actions, which led by example and boosted morale, not only made the charge more decisive and powerful, but also led to a decline in the control over the troops.

The near-ground aircraft made a final dive towards the enemy, and a cluster of thick fog bloomed in the center of the battle formation.

boom!

An incredibly powerful Originium bullet pierced through the chest of the regular army captain.

After all, this was a serious battle, and W was in command. If they still wanted to maintain the record of everyone surviving, they would be playing with their own lives.

"That little Sarkaz girl is pretty good at commanding," Ace raised an eyebrow.

Scout put away his gun and said proudly, "Not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning!"

"Why are you so proud!?" Ace scolded his old brother with a smile, "Besides, Doc Otter has already prepared a solution for this, right?!"

What was more worthy of boasting was the sniper attack he had just carried out on a near-earth aircraft.

"I see, this is what... the average guy is!" Ace made a sharp comment on W's command.

"Look at what you said, they are all Sarkaz, fighting under Doc Otter, not to mention I am here as a redundant, so I must have a share of her honor!" Scout did not respond to this statement at all, and only said how he could be proud of it.

Pilot Dylan said without turning around, "Although your current situation is quite good, now that we've finished what's going on down there, we need to go intercept that guy!"

"How many frost bombs are left?" a team member whispered. "If we're facing a fire dragon, we really need to lower the temperature, right?"

"Come to think of it, didn't Dr. Ott summon a white rabbit? She seems to be an expert at playing with ice. Why didn't he bring her along?"

"Zhaoan? What Zhaoan? Recruitment?"

The PRTS's electronic voice sounded at the right moment: "It is expected to land on the target person's path."

"Please note: Due to the target's magical abilities, close-range aircraft cannot maintain support distance. Please be prepared before engaging the enemy."

The operators looked up, already having some thoughts in mind.

It's a doctor.

But it’s a little strange… This isn’t a pre-recorded recording, nor is it an electronic sound translated in real time by PRTS. Does that mean the text was given to PRTS first?

"Due to the need to lower their guard, the combat power of this round of delivery is insufficient to defeat them head-on. The subsequent arrangements will also be aimed at delaying them as much as possible."

"Scout, you will be the frontline commander in this operation, and you will also be responsible for inducing the target person to engage in a conversation."

"Leave it to me." The Sarkaz youth said calmly.

"When the target falls unconscious, all units must immediately cease attacking to prevent awakening."

"Of course, in the most extreme cases, the target may still be conscious and able to fight back, so you must not let your guard down."

"To this end, Ace, I have made the following backup plan. Please record it and execute it when necessary..."