"Start." A high shout accompanied by a sharp lightning.

The neat footsteps of "Kuao" and "Kuao" sounded, and the sharp blade of the bayonet looked particularly dazzling under the dark clouds.

"Summer is coming to an end." Yangkong stood in front of the window, looking at the dark clouds all over the sky. This should be the last thunderstorm, right?

I believe that after several thunderstorms and irritating catharsis, the bleak autumn wind will blow and autumn will come silently.

However, in the 17th safe zone, autumn is short, it has arrived, and the long winter is not far away.

With a "bang", he closed the window and turned around. The flying dragon spread out on the sofa like a useless man, without any interest in the elite team of soldiers walking past the streets.

But in more than a month, he looked a lot thinner, and his beard looked even more decadent.

"The one who led the team was Yahan." Yangkong said this to Feilong lightly.

Is that Yahan? When he massacred civilians in the settlement, he actively led the team and always grasped the moments of showing his loyalty.

After hearing this, Feilong hung a hint of mockery on the corner of his mouth, and his hands fumbled on the messy coffee table. Finally, he found a half-shrunk cigarette box and found a twisted cigarette roll.

Yangkong walked over, lit a fire on Feilong, and asked calmly: "The actions will gradually expand. Will you attend the event later?"

Feilong narrowed his eyes and took a breath of cigarettes, saying, "I won't go."

"It's really interesting. How can you escape responsibility? You are the captain." Yangkong spoke in a low voice, but his tone was sarcastic.

"Ha, Captain? I have been undermined. In the past month, not those traitor minions have been silently marginalized."

"Besides, even if I was not undermined, it would not appear today. Do you want my hands to be covered with the blood of those who are truly stubborn? No, I can't do it."

"So, I'm sick, I'm very sick, and I can't go to any task." Feilong looked at Yangkong, with a hint of cunning in his eyes.

"It's a good reason to be sick." Yangkong stood up, sighing helplessly in his heart.

He cannot get sick, the only quasi-technical person in the No. 17 Safety Zone, maybe he will have two situations in the future.

First, bear much heavier pressure than Feilong and choose to take the team.

Second, if you are completely marginalized, the forces behind it will "airborne" the real technicians to the No. 17 security zone.

But Yangkong no longer cared about his future. He only knew that the No. 17 security zone will no longer have independent will from now on, and perhaps from today onwards, it will officially become a subordinate of a certain force.

Follow their will and become a puppet force.

Twenty years ago, what are the glimmer of hope and the concept that was more and more than twenty years ago?

Looking at the sky, dark clouds pressed against the top, it seemed that the end of the light was impossible.

**

"Wolf, what do you think you will keep? A safe area for puppets, plus a safe life afterward?"

"No, no, no, maybe you will get more resources and you will go to the next level." A voice deliberately exaggerated tone rang out in Wolf's office.

This office hidden deep in the center of Hope Cliff is very large, running through the entire Hope Cliff. Walking to the left to the end, you can see the entire ruined battlefield.

Walk to the right and you can overlook the safety zone No. 17.

At this time, Wolf's not strong figure stood in front of the huge window on the right. From this window, you can see a team of elite soldiers gathered in the square in front of the Hall of Glory. Each team of elite soldiers was led by a purple moon warrior.

The commander-in-chief was wearing a scarlet cloak, which was one of the former team leader, Yahan, but soon, he would personally appoint him as the team leader.

Thinking of this, Wolf might also think it was a bit ridiculous, and his fist was loose and tight, a trace of black thread overflowed, and then disappeared.

He slowly turned around and looked at the person who spoke to him: "Zowen, is this how you speak to the city lord?"

"Wow, are you still the city lord? Do you still remember this identity?" Zovin didn't care about Wolf's appearance at all and directly mocked her.

Faced with this old friend who had been through life and death with him for countless times, and his friendship had lasted for almost forty years, Wolf was silent helplessly.

Of course he still remembers his identity as the city lord, and he still can't forget that winter night, when the old city lord put his thin hands into his hands.

“Safety Zone 17 is my lifelong effort.”

"But I should not give it to my incompetent son, nor to my greedy and unstable brother."

"Just because the biggest reason for its existence is to finally establish a corner of the place where people in this wandering era can hide from the wind and rain."

"Wolf, I know there are still many unfairnesses, and I know how pitiful the people in the settlements live."

"Wolf, I can no longer do better, but I hope you can continue my will and make things better."

"Do you know? On that day, a group of people can completely live and work in the 17th safe area, and understand that the suffering they suffered back then was for... for..."

"For the sake of future generations, we can... be happier."

This is a past from many years ago. When I recall it, the picture is still so vivid. Until now, Wolf remembers the shape of the flames leaping in the fireplace in the room and the wrinkles on the old city lord's face clearly.

The bitterness spread silently in his heart. He actually failed the hope of the old city lord, and he was not that capable.

Over the years, he has been constantly exploring the right path, and even became a sheltering umbrella for the No. 17 safety zone. He has been away for 10 years.

Unfortunately, he has no way to be a car, he can only...

Thinking of this, Wolf looked at Zovin: "I have to do this, I think you understand me. I..."

Wolf strode towards the desk in the room, and a beautiful sword was solemnly hung on the wall behind the desk.

Under Zovin's gaze, Wolf took the sword into his hand, waved it twice, and said, "The City Lord's Sword is still in my hand, I am still the City Lord, do you understand?"

"As long as I can't beat me down and completely beat me up, even if I am a puppet-like city lord, I still have meaning to exist."

Zuowen's expression suddenly became extremely serious. He stood up straight and said, "City Lord, you will make the last protection, right?"

"What is the last refuge? The refuge will always exist. And I, never fall."

"I want to see the No. 17 safe area where the fire has been buried. What should that force do?" Wolf's eyes flashed with a firm light.

**

Under the familiar music, Aber stood in front of the window with his hands in his pockets.

He liked this music so much. Listening to it and witnessing today's actions, Alber would suddenly feel that he was the man standing on a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

He looked down like a king, and said hoarsely, "Crime? No, that has never been my heart."

Thousands of people worshiped.

but that's not  the shape of  my  heart, yes, isn’t it?

Alber's eyes became very deep, and today's scene would not be his inner will.

Whose inner will wants to become a puppet? Even if it will be at the top of the safety zone No. 17 and above ten thousand people, it will be meaningless.

He, Aber Ons, has outstanding talents, courage and wisdom, and he will eventually become his master.

Moreover, he is a true master with a high and independent will.

So, in the process, is means important? Is history important? History is all written by the winner.

Of course, if it were before, this period of life as a puppet would have become extremely long.

But what about now? He will quietly take on an extremely important contribution.

Puppet? No, let's leave it to the people of the Ans family to do it? He will make a request for this credit like the Star Council, the power behind it.

Then, taking this opportunity, I truly made a great stride.

When Aber thought of this, he couldn't suppress his excitement and would not make any mistakes. He had reached the last step.

**

Looking at the leaving figure, Andrew narrowed his eyes and said to Henk beside him: "I always feel that Alber has his own plans, and I have become a pawn for him."

Henk didn't speak, and he was not good at intrigue and power conspiracy. So he was just sorting out his marching backpack, combat uniforms and weapons, no matter what kind of disputes happened in front of him.

In short, there will be a very fierce, completely different battle next, and he needs to make such preparations.

But Henk's calmness could not affect Andrew. He, who had always been calm and elegant, became very irritable.

He stood up and kicked a long knife in front of him. The long knife flew and pierced into the cave wall with a "brush".

It seemed that this was not satisfying enough, Andrew walked aside, took the strongest bottle of soju from the wine rack, unscrewed the cap, raised his head and poured one-third of it.

He used to never drink alcohol, and he would keep his restrainedness no matter what happened.

But now he had no choice. He felt his powerlessness. When his opponent was much stronger than him, he felt frustration that no wisdom, effort, or calculation could do anything.

One hand grabbed Andrew, and he then removed the bottle from his hand.

"What are you angry about? You knew the difference between you and Alber from the beginning." Henk was very calm. Shouldn't this fact be accepted long ago?

But this sentence seemed to stimulate Andrew, and he looked at Henk with anger: "Wine, give me wine."

Henke hesitated for a moment, and handed the wine to Andrew.

Andrew took another sip and said, "I never didn't accept the facts. But I never thought the facts would be so cruel."

"Henke, Tang Ling has a problem, do you know? Tang Ling has a huge problem. Did you not hear those words just now?"

"I heard it. Tang Ling should be a strong man." As Henk spoke, he couldn't help but look from the cave to the direction of the hall.

There is also a ranking of the first reserve camp on the stone wall in the hall. Henk's name naturally ranks first, while Tang Ling's name is still the last.

"Strong? No, no, no, these questions are not important to me at all." Andrew shook his head, took a big sip of wine again, and then continued: "What's important is that Tang Ling is the opportunity."
To be continued...