Embers Ad Infinitum

This time, "Pangu Creature" responded quite quickly:

"Get all the items and follow the Salvation Army's plan."

"If you say this, it means you haven't said it yet." Long Yuehong, who has always been loyal to the company, couldn't help complaining.

To be honest, he didn't expect the company to provide any real help. After all, they were thousands of miles away. Unless the "Panguage Creatures" mastered fantasy technologies such as space folding, curvature navigation, and wormhole travel, they could only watch.

What Long Yuehong originally hoped was that the company would at least provide some useful information about the "New World" powerhouses, or allow intelligence personnel lurking in the "Salvation Army" to provide some assistance.

As a result, nothing!

After changing his mind, he found a good reason for "Pangu Creatures" - the company did not have much information about the strong people of the "New World", and there was no way for the "Old Tune Team" to fight against the returnees of the "New World", and the "Savior" The "Salvation Army" has strict censorship, and no intelligence personnel in the company can successfully lurk, or even if they join the "Salvation Army", they can only linger on the edge and play no role.

At this time, Long Yuehong heard a rustling sound.

He turned his head and saw Shang Jianyao taking out a neatly folded piece of paper.

"This is it?" Long Yuehong made a confused voice.

Shang Jianyao smiled back:

"Additional preparations."

Other preparations... Jiang Baimian had a vague premonition.

Immediately afterwards, Shang Jianyao unfolded the paper, revealing the various patterns depicted on it.

"The heavens bless you throughout the year"!

Bai Chen, Long Yuehong and Jiang Baimian all fell into silence, watching helplessly as Shang Jianyao put the "Heavenly Blessing Chart" on the table, bowed once, bowed again, and bowed three times.

"What kind of preparation is this?" the honest Gnawa asked.

"Pray for blessings." Shang Jianyao replied sternly, "As the saying goes, if you sharpen your gun in battle, you will lose all your happiness."

You also know that you are sharpening your skills in battle! Jiang Baimian yelled in his heart.

However, she is still looking forward to it:

The "Old Tune Group" has received the attention of many leaders, and may carry the chips of one or more of them. In theory, it will be more or less protected.

Of course, we do not rule out the possibility that the senior executives are spreading the net. In that case, if the "old tune team" cannot survive the "doctor" level and cannot reach the predetermined "place", it will definitely not get additional help. .

After Shang Jian Yao finished praying to the "Picture of Blessings from the Heavens" and put away the piece of paper, Jiang Baimian motioned to Long Yuehong and others to stuff the radio transceiver into the box and put the military exoskeleton device inside. , on the back of the crate of the bionic smart armor, he frowned slightly and said:

“I am only worried that Commissioner Huang’s plan will not achieve its purpose.

"Do you still remember that 'assassin'? She is a subordinate of 'Doctor' and is good at hiding herself. She might be hiding somewhere nearby now, collecting information for 'Doctor'. By then, we and Wu Bei will be sleeping It will not be a secret which team each of them joins, and the 'Doctor' can easily lock the target without having to gamble."

"As for the abilities and characteristics of that 'assassin' and the corresponding price, we have told Commissioner Huang before that he should be careful." Bai Chen was not too worried about this. "The 'Salvation Army' should have the means and ability to avoid such attacks. spy."

The price of that "assassin" is symmetry obsession.

"Yes, yes." Long Yuehong quickly agreed.

Jiang Baimian nodded gently:

"Too.

"You can remind Commissioner Huang again later."

The "Old Adjustment Team" who had been prepared for a long time quickly packed up their belongings, and with the plan behind them, they planned to go downstairs later, go straight to the jeep, stuff all the things in, and then follow Commissioner Huang's arrangement to mingle with the crowd. Mali, leaving Wubei along the Yuelin River.

Not long after, they heard a loud, noisy clack-clack.

Jiang Baimian looked up and saw seven or eight dark black armed helicopters flying over from far to near.

They landed one after another in the empty parking lot of the "Gray Earth Hotel".

"That's it..." Jiang Baimian's heart moved, and he probably understood Commissioner Huang's strategy.

The logos of these helicopters have been painted out, and there is almost no difference in appearance. After several teams get on board, once they fly in the air and complete the back and forth, the "assassins" on the ground cannot distinguish between the "Old Tune Team" and the Uzbekistan. Which helicopter was the sleeping one on?

She couldn't follow the helicopter like a car. This was a matter of speed and altitude.

Moreover, the space in the helicopter is limited. After it is filled with people and equipment, there is no way to squeeze in an "invisible man", which eliminates the possibility of the opponent joining the correct team.

Well, the "assassin" can also hold the helicopter's landing gear and rise into the air, but Commissioner Huang should be able to prevent this... Jiang Baimian breathed a sigh of relief and said to several team members:

"Okay, let's go down.

"Looks like we have to say goodbye to our Jeep for now."

Apparently, the "old transfer team" will evacuate by one of the helicopters, and when they reach a safe area, their Jeep will be driven over by people from the "Salvation Army."

"Yes, team leader!" Shang Jianyao and others responded in unison.

Then, they followed Jiang Baimian, carrying tactical backpacks and different crates, out of the room and down the stairs to the ground floor.

At this moment, there were many vehicles in the parking lot of the "Huitu Hotel", and hundreds of "Salvation Army" soldiers wearing black uniforms stood in an orderly manner near the back door of the hotel.

In addition to them, there were also a similar number of administrative officers and staff wearing blue starched clothes.

Jiang Baimian glanced around and saw two acquaintances, one was Hong Guangming, the director of Wubei Immigration Department, and the other was Shen Kang, the hotel manager.

These people were not standing so neatly, and their expressions were different and difficult to describe.

"Director Hong, why did Commissioner Huang suddenly ask us to gather here?" Shen Kang knew Hong Guangming and asked in a lowered voice.

In his opinion, Director Hong is an old subordinate of Commissioner Huang and should know something inside.

Hong Guangming, who is less than 1.7 meters tall and whose left arm and right leg have undergone mechanical and electronic transformation, touched his sparse white hair and replied with a bad temper:

"You ask me, who should I ask?"

Shen Kang was still worried:

"You're not going to check us out, are you? If there's no problem, follow the army, and if there's any problem, you'll be used as cannon fodder..."

Hong Guangming suddenly turned around, glared at Shen Kang and said:

"What problem? What problem can there be?

“Everything here is made by us with one knife and one gun, so what’s the problem with getting more benefits?

"Save all mankind? Who still believes in this these days? It's just a slogan! Look at the people above, most of them don't believe it anymore. Everyone can see how their children are doing!"

Shen Kang looked at Hong Guangming's mechatronic left arm and right leg, and did not dare to respond. He could only mutter in his heart:

Didn’t you believe it with all your heart back then?

While the two were talking, Commissioner Huang walked up to the steps with the staff and security guards around him.

He said in an unusually loud voice to the young soldiers in black uniforms and the government officials in blue:

“Everyone, now we have a difficult task to select someone from among you.

"This mission is very dangerous, but don't worry, I will personally participate!"

Seeing pairs of eyes looking at him, Commissioner Huang nodded and added with a serious expression:

"I can't deceive you. According to our Salvation Army tradition, similar tasks must be clearly explained in advance.

"I can't talk about the confidentiality regulations. I can only tell you that this task is of great importance and will affect the foundation of our Salvation Army. Its degree of danger is..."

Having said this, Commissioner Huang paused and then said:

"Ten deaths without life!"

He didn't mention that only two or three of them were like this, and the others might still survive. After all, no one could tell which two or three teams would be destroyed.

After hearing the news, the whole parking lot was suddenly in an uproar.

Those "Salvation Army" soldiers who were originally well-disciplined had expressions of panic and fear on their young faces.

They are willing to accept orders and fight bloody battles with the enemy, but this does not mean that they will not be afraid and do not want to retreat when faced with a fatal mission.

The government officials who have been away from the front line fighting for many years or have never experienced this are even more unbearable. They have turned their attention to those soldiers, as if to say that this is your business, don't involve us.

Commissioner Huang's eyes swept across the faces, and he sighed silently:

“This time, we will focus on voluntariness, and those who are willing to come forward will be rewarded according to the highest standards, and your family members will also receive corresponding preferential treatment.

"Okay, if you are willing to participate in this mission, please go out to the left!"

The entire parking lot suddenly fell into a dead silence. Many people looked at each other, but their legs were weak and it was difficult to take that step.

After dozens of seconds passed, only a few people expressed their willingness to join.

At this moment, someone shouted loudly:

"Old Huang, don't embarrass these young children, leave it to us old immortals!"

Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong and others followed the sound and saw twenty or thirty people wearing different styles of aluminum pots walking into the parking lot.

The leader was none other than Mr. Zhang, who was wearing a "Salvation Army" uniform that had been starched until it turned white.

Mr. Zhang walked to the front of the team step by step and turned towards Commissioner Huang.

Then, he took off the aluminum pot on his head, revealing his white-haired and wrinkled head.

He looked at Commissioner Huang and laughed at himself:

"Many people think that we old guys are conservative, stubborn, rigid, and have psychological problems. They wish that we would die early. Now it is just as they wish, and we can use some of our remaining heat."

After saying that, Mr. Zhang had a solemn expression, put his feet together and said:

"Captain Huang, Second Battalion Zhang Wangyuan is reporting for duty!"

Following him, the "Salvation Army" veterans wearing aluminum pots one after another took off the aluminum pots that blocked their eyes and "protected" their heads. They each straightened their bodies and shouted loudly:

"Captain Huang, Liu Ming from the regiment headquarters is reporting for duty!"

"Captain Huang, the 3rd Battalion and 4th Company Zhou Cage is reporting for duty!"

…

Hong Guangming, who was standing in the queue of government officials, looked at the familiar faces, and his expression suddenly became quite dazed.

He seemed to have returned to the beginning, to that era when blood was still burning.

Commissioner Huang also felt dazed for a moment, and then nodded with emotion.

His already upright body became even more upright, his feet were retracted, and his legs were joined together.

Seeing this scene, Hong Guangming's mind buzzed, and he felt a passion in his heart that could no longer be suppressed.

He limped out of the team, saluted Commissioner Huang solemnly and said:

"Captain Huang, Hong Guangming, the 1st Company of the Second Battalion, reports for duty!"

Commissioner Huang let out a sigh of relief, then stretched out his right hand with a solemn expression and pressed it on his left chest.

Then he looked around and shouted in a loud voice:

"For all mankind!"

Mr. Zhang, Hong Guangming and others then raised their right hands, pressed them to their left chests, and responded in unison with the most solemn and pious attitude:

"For all mankind!"

The young "Salvation Army" soldiers and the government officials looked at this scene with blank expressions, and it was difficult to recover for a while.

At this moment, next to the feet of Shang Jianyao, who was wearing a black trench coat and black sunglasses, a small speaker with a blue background and black surface sang at the top of his lungs:

"I don't want to die in failure and loneliness

"I don't want to live underground forever

"Material deceit

"The hurrying ant

"People without ideals are not sad

"He is not sad!" (Note 1)

Note 1: Quoted from "People without ideals are not sad", New Pants Band