I am a mind mage

Chapter 30 Planck's past

"Damn, what are you doing!"

Seeing the bullets roaring in front of him, Planck was still standing in the hail of bullets. Fortunately, the sergeant beside him had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and he pushed Planck down in the trench, avoiding the bullet that was enough to kill him.

"Are you crazy? Corporal Planck!"

The sergeant looked at Plank, who was still in astonishment, with a red face and glaring eyes, and slapped him hard on the face a few times.

"Clap clap clap!"

"Wake me up!"

When the sergeant thought that Planck was standing in the trench stupidly just now, as if he didn't know that he was higher than the trench, he would become a living target for the opponent to focus their fire on.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Sergeant."

Planck finally came to his senses.

Just looking at everything in front of me, there are all kinds of strangeness in the familiarity, and what I feel more is fear.

"Why? Why would I come back here?"

Plank looked at the sergeant's handsome face in his impression, but now he had several scars from the flames of war, and the battered beard on his vicissitudes of life was covered with dust.

In his memory, in the wild forest on the border of country M, in order to resist the entry of foreign mercenaries, the two sides continued to confront each other for several days and nights.When ammunition and food ran out, the sergeant in front of him used the most old-fashioned method, holding the only fragmentation grenade, to forcefully blow up the hiding hole of the mercenary, and blocked the mercenary with his own body.

It's a pity that in this battle, there were 53 people in the team. After the sergeant sacrificed, Planck was left alone, dragging the corpses of his teammates back to the original base.

Afterwards, Planck stared at the corpses alone for a few days, before the military emergency team arrived.

Only then did he realize that Planck's eyes had long lost focus, his sad face was covered with dry tears, and his lips were terribly pale.

Although the scene around him looked like a war in World War II, when Planck looked at the sergeant in front of him, his eyes suddenly became moist.

"what happened?"

The sergeant looked at the sobbing Planck, and quickly patted him on the shoulder.

"It's normal to fight on the battlefield. I have survived several times. After the victory, let's go back and have a few bottles of whiskey!"

When Plank saw the sergeant coming to comfort him, he hugged the sergeant's waist.

I couldn't help crying anymore.

"How did you get selected?"

The sergeant looked at Plank, who was crying like a girl in his arms, and said he couldn't laugh or cry.

Even though the trenches were full of gunfire and blood flying everywhere, inside the trenches, it was like the reunion of father and son who had been separated for many years.

"Okay, okay, it's a war, why are you crying?"

Plank cried in the sergeant's arms for nearly a minute, and he also stopped crying as if he was awakened by the bomb falling next to him, and slowly pulled out of the sergeant's arms.

"Thank you, Sergeant, thank you"

Plank kept apologizing to the sergeant in a slightly weeping voice.

It just made the sergeant feel helpless.

"Come on!"

Planck wiped away the tears on his face, took out the bolt-action rifle in the hands of the dead teammate next to him, leaped into the trench with one lunge, and sprinted forward
"Aftermath of the war?"

Guo An looked at Plank, who was being treated in front of him, squatting on the ground and crying, which was incompatible with the whimsical smiles on other people's faces, so he used "investigation".

"A poor man, too."

Through "reconnaissance", Guo An saw that after Planck dragged the corpses of his teammates back one by one, he still faced them in silence for a few days, and then shook his head and sighed.

This investigation also allowed Guo An to discover a new usage: use "investigation" when the other party accepts "Holy Healing", and see things more clearly.

When the three recovered to 100% health, Planck woke up and looked at the world with different eyes.

"Planck? Are you recovered?"

Wesker next to him saw the radiance in Planck's eyes, and asked happily.

"Thank God for getting me through this!"

Plank also nodded to Wesker, and then thanked Guo An very sincerely.

Although Planck, who has the aftermath of the war, is often in a daze, but Wesker has just helped him come here for treatment. I still have an impression, and I also look at Wesker with grateful eyes.

"As long as I'm alive, no one will suffer."

The monk nodded slightly.

After the three of them left the central area, it was rumored throughout the dark maze that there was a mysterious monk in the maze, as long as he had one piece of equipment, he could help you recover.

Some Westerners call it God Jesus and the like, while Asians call it Sakyamuni or Tathagata Buddha.

Even though the names are different, many people are very willing to recover their injuries and evoke the beautiful memories in their hearts in this fighting environment.

"It's just a piece of equipment!"

However, to Guo An's surprise, as soon as the three left, a steady stream of players came with a lot of equipment to accept Guo An's treatment.

Everyone who came said "I'm sick! Help me!"

Guo An also had no choice but to drink a few bottles of "blue potion" during the spare time of treatment.

Although the mana is still flowing, but his spirit is seriously consumed.

It's as if Guo An scored points on the Internet Cafe All Night League of Legends in junior high school before the doomsday.

Although I mentioned one or two points about the most sleepy moments, I resisted the sleepiness with my eyelids closed.

As soon as the sun came out at six o'clock, Guo An couldn't stand it anymore and slammed his head on the keyboard.

Guo An still remembers smashing nearly ten keycaps off the keyboard.

Going back to the central area, although Guo An's space backpack has nearly twenty pieces of equipment.

But looking at the long queue in front of him, there were nearly 30 people, and each of them held more or less a piece of equipment in their hands.

The problem is that none of these equipment parts are duplicated.

Just like the "useless stick" in Wesker's hand, he alone owns the entire dark maze.

"Why are there so many parts of League of Legends equipment? Isn't there even a duplicate of it?"

I really don't know how many people there are in this dark labyrinth.

The turbulent crowd really made Guo An breathless.

"Fixed, three pieces of equipment are in hand."

Li Rui wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stepped into the pool of blood splashed all over the floor, and entered the passage room.

After going to the central area several times, Li Rui also discovered that under the fourth teleportation, he must be teleported back to the central area.

Sure enough, a white light flashed.

Li Rui successfully teleported to the central area.

It's just that the situation in front of him really made him dumbfounded and speechless.

The crowds are turbulent and the crowds are like a city. It can be described as very lively.

At this moment, the dark labyrinth is no longer full of killings, but a group of patients queuing up for treatment.

The location sent by Li Rui happened to be connected to the tail of a certain team ahead.

The aisle was also crowded with people of different races with different expressions, which made Li Ruizhen feel like he was queuing up to buy things in the market.

"how did it happen"

Li Rui's mouth twitched.

It's a pity that most of the people queuing up are foreigners, and Li Rui hasn't learned many foreign languages ​​himself.

Except for some common international communication languages, there are only "Hello" and "Hi" left.

I had to wait patiently.

(End of this chapter)