January 3, 557, New Yuan calendar.

Cruzd Federation, South Carov District, outside the suburbs of Mayang City, military train station.

Ding, ding, ding, ding...

The ordinary whistle ringtones that have nothing to do with extraordinary things echoed rapidly in this relatively safe military station.

As humans and psychics in different clothes walked towards the platform, a huge military train that looked like a crawling dragon slowly drove in.

Due to the impact of the "Wave of Intentions" a week ago on the Federal North-South Carlov Zone, Mayang City, an important stronghold in Binglin Province, where the capital is located, naturally suffered considerable military pressure.

The originally prosperous and populous cities undertake considerable military tasks, and those who guarantee logistics in the rear factories also evacuated one after another during this period.

The "North-Enter" green-skin train that entered the Mayang Military Train Station has been traveling along the federal "Linbian-Mayang" route for two days and two nights, which is the last stop before the end.

Due to the possible impact of the "unintentional wave", the route from Mayang Station to the end of the federal capital, Binglin City, was set to 6 hours on the pre-time schedule.

Considering that there were not too many passengers on the entire route and not many people got on and off at this station, the train only stopped for 15 minutes. After a simple routine inspection, it reignited the steam boiler and prepared to set off.

Woo--Woo--Woo--

The low sound of a flute like a wild beast roared, indicating that the train was about to leave.

At this time, a young man carrying a heavy gray-yellow military backpack came panting and rushed into the carriage a second before the train was about to start.

Accompanied by the sound of the train running "bang" and "bang", the young man wiped off his sweat from his forehead and gasped. He breathed happily until he felt his breathing return to normal.

After showing the ticket and the "Federal Military Member Certificate" to the "Military Train Administrator" on the train, the young people slowly searched for their seats one by one.

A few minutes later, he sat down in the back area of ​​"Car B", "16C", a window.

"Here, Brother Dak." A sound as heavy as a rock appeared in front of the young man called "Dak". He was not surprised. After smiling easily, he nodded his head and signaled, he took his own eyes and took his own eyes to remove the heavy backpack that seemed to be full of stones, and threw it into the "storage area" on the upper floor of the seat.

After doing all this, he subconsciously touched his waist, and the position of the gun was worn. After confirming that it was correct, he stretched and sat back on his butt.

The young man is named Dark Tillis, 21 years old. He is now a "special task force" led by the army in the outer district of Mayang City under the Mayang City Strategic Corps.

His appearance is pretty good in the army, with black hair, gray eyes, a youthful look, a slightly white and tender face, and a scalding scar on the corner of his right eye, and his cheeks are similar to other [soldiers] on the front line, with many small scars.

He was wearing a Cruise-dragon combat uniform, which was gray-yellow, similar to his backpack. After many battles and cleanings, most of the color on the surface had faded, and the contaminated red dirt could no longer be washed away.

Although the style of the costumes does not look very formal, and some places are seriously worn and the tactical helmets look dirty, the protective gear that protects key parts such as joints and heart is very strong and has normal functions.

Since the Cruzed Federation and the Shine-Nether Empire maintained a war cooperation relationship for a long time after the SGD, after the federal situation stabilized, the "Regulations on the Amendment of Military Grades" was issued, adopting the same rank system as the Shine-Nether Empire to divide the ranks of military personnel.

Dak's current rank is 1 star in Terracotta, which belongs to the state of having just left the bottom of the soldier and having half a foot entered the lowest level of decision-making level.

In addition, he was a psychic who could skillfully use the magic power of the water system and reached the level 6: inspiration level. The Mayang City Strategic Team added his name to the list of people who went to the capital to participate in the "Military Strategy Learning" and sent it to the Federal Strategic Team through a telegram.

But by chance, the war in the west of the city has been tight these days, so the notice of going to the capital was only half an hour ago. After tiring up daily necessities, he rushed to the station, almost wasting time.

Fortunately, there was a friend of his who was on the same group of people who took the bus, Wolfya, who received the notice half an hour earlier than him, and was not so in a hurry. At this moment, he happened to be sitting opposite him.

Looking at Dak's clothes, Wolfya laughed unrestrainedly in the noisy environment, put his hands in front of his chest and said:

"Brother Dark, I remember you were a civilian position in the 'Special Task Team'. In the past, I saw you wearing black formal clothes, either a tuxedo and a Putoya-style top hat. Why? This time I deliberately chose a combat uniform, or is it your only one?"

"Civil?" Dark said angrily:

"I'm angry when I talk about this. When I was transferred to the group three years ago, our team leader did say that our work was nothing more than writing materials and providing some logistical help to the frontline [soldiers]. We only needed to go into battle in person when we encountered extraordinary accidents that they could not handle. I also asked him specifically if it was normal. He swears to me that I wouldn't have it, and I promised it."

"Okay, except for the few days I can stay in the city every month, there will be no peace. Either there are people-eating flowers appearing in the south of the special area, or there are alien 'unintentional people' in the north. This is nothing, you also know that thirty years ago, the southern countries killed all the lost people, and those who are not dead recognized their human identity. We are also full of lost people who oppose the Federation. As long as they appear, I can't be idle."

"Is this?" Dark pulled the combat uniform and said with a slight angrily:

"After more than three years, I sent out a set of clothes, which was called "short supply of materials, and priority supply to the front. Good guys, we are basically not idle, either fighting or fighting, and it is even more dangerous. Can this be counted as the rear?"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind it! "You should know, Brother Dark. We Cruzd people advocate fighting, violence, fighting, and fury from the bottom of our hearts. Have you heard of a story?" Wolfya asked seriously.

"What story? It's not a joke about hell," Dark smiled wickedly, and changed his straightness to sit down, slightly "slimmed" and leaned lazily beside the train window, subconsciously staring at the exquisitely carved, Cruzedian-style double-headed eagle brass gas lamp above Wolfya's head.

In contrast to Dak's condition, with a light cough, Wolfya sat upright, crossed his hands on the table, and said seriously:

"It is said that before the SGD, a Putoya met a brown bear in our extreme north forest. As soon as they met, Putoya took out a pistol. The bear rushed towards him, scaring him to escape and almost lost his life. The next day he found the local Cruzders as his companion and met the brown bear again on the way through the forest. Just as the Putoya was about to leave, the Cruzders walked straight up, and scared the brown bear to kneel down and beg for mercy and run away with his head."

"Afterwards, the puzzled Putoya asked the reason, and the Cruzed man said, "The brown bear is also a matter of people. When he approaches you, if you raise a gun or run away immediately, he will definitely chase him relentlessly until he loses his strength. If you face the challenge, he will be scared away. After all, it is not your Putoya or the Eventrelais who are directly away, and we Cruzed man must be the ones who dare to step forward. You must know that beating a mere brown bear is still very easy for us."

"Does this story mean that we Cruzds are born with abundant martial ethics and are uncomfortable without fighting, which makes bears scared?" Dark said without amusing.

"Of course, this is the case with a superficial understanding. But, brother Dak, we Cruzdes always have a sense of superiority of nature. We always consider ourselves stronger than Putoya, Sunne, Central, Ewentre, and even Khitanese. To prove this, we must choose to solve all problems with our fists."

"So, as long as you work in the federal army and don't participate in the battle, you will be considered a clown, a coward, or even a traitor. The more wars you experience, the more respected you are and you will be able to gain a higher status. By the way, even before the SGD, this is the same rule."

"Is that right..." Dark sighed helplessly, imagining that he had to go to the front line after the "military strategy learning" was completed. Facing all kinds of ugly, dirty, and sick monsters, he was upset and restless.

Looking at Wolfya with his eyes squinting, he found that the friend seemed to have dressed up seriously in a very short time.

The originally messy hair seemed to be sprayed with some hair spray, and it was combed quite tangible.

Everything on the wide, protruding face plate is very clean and does not look sloppy.

The blue eyes, high nose bridge, wide nose, sunken eye sockets, combined with white skin, thick limbs, and a white base tone, and the dark blue foil also highlights the unique beauty of power of the Cruzdes.

With a helpless smile, Dake leaned upward and continued the topic just now:

"The rules of advocating fists... are very suitable for us. After all, at the beginning, we were just the Kingdom of Rus, which was under the rule of the dragon clan. After two epochs, we controlled one-third of the territory of the continent, from the endless ice ocean in the west, to the extreme cold territory in the north, reaching the Yingzhou Strait in the east, and crossing the vast territory of the extended mountains in the south was not exchanged for fists? The Putoya people who started by deceived, even in the most powerful "Victoria" period, claimed to be the "Empire of Sun Never Setting". However, Wolfya, I don't like calling the empire in the east with "Kitanris". I am more willing to call them the "Fire Empire" people."

"Whatever you want," Wolfya said casually:

"It would be great if we could defeat the 'unintentional virus' like them and keep most of the country in order. They are not as worried as we are mainly based on strongholds and are worried about the arrival of the 'unintentional wave' all day long. On the contrary, their control areas are connected in patches. It is only because of geographical reasons and the 'unintentional people' in Eventry' go south from time to time that they have to shrink into a corner and wait for the opportunity."

"Actually..." Dake finally got rid of his lazy state, sat upright, and said:

"The most terrifying thing is not the 'intentional people' and the lost people who are infected with the 'virus', but us humans themselves. It is said that the initial change occurred in the war between us and Eventry. Haha, the war shows the most greedy and cruel side of human beings?"

"Yes, war..." Wolfya subconsciously looked out the window and murmured:

"How long does it take... to end?"

The world outside the window gradually changed from steel and cement to a biting snowy state. The thick and bare trees were scattered in the snow and ice. The originally rushing North Mamous River in the distance was covered with thick ice.

In addition to the sound of trains running, the entire space is silent, and the decaying abandoned buildings lie across the white, which adds some desolate embellishment.

The sun seemed to set earlier than usual this winter, and it was only 4 pm, and the whole ice and snow revealed a sense of dullness. The dense towering forests in spring no longer exist at this moment, and were replaced by the danger of lying dormant among tall and staggered branches.

Dake, who was also "watching" the scenery outside the window, suddenly saw something strange, and there seemed to be thick smoke on the track not far away.

They have black bodies that are incompatible with the white world, floating upwards, and gathering in the air, forming a terrifying black cloud.

Just as Dark stared at it and tried to think about the source, a deafening explosion woke him up.
Chapter completed!