[Tutor Skylark] The blue sky is like glass

?A gust of wind and sand just fell, and from behind the cover of all kinds of weathered rocks with strange shapes, more than a dozen people covered with hoods ran out.They were men and women, young and old, trotting quietly and quickly in file.Two armed soldiers, one in the lead and the other in the rear, escorted the group of people through the rocky desert area, aiming at the base camp one kilometer away—a desert oasis covering a vast area.

In the hot and sandy environment from time to time, even if it is only one kilometer, the oasis is already far away, and this distance is still exhaustingly far.

Some people in the team fell down.It was an old man, with gray hair floating outside the dirty turban, wrinkles on his face as deep as gullies, and his thin body limp limply.A slender woman next to him happened to support the old man, preventing him from falling into the hot sand.

The team slowed down for a moment, and people gathered around to see if they needed help.Although the two soldiers maintaining discipline were vigilant, they did not stop their actions.We are about to reach the base camp, and there should be no enemy attacks nearby.

"what happened?"

"Are you okay?"

"Can you stand up?"

Local dialects came buzzing from all directions, and the woman supporting the old man didn't respond, but after helping the old man stabilize his body, he exchanged a few words with the old man in a low voice, and then turned around and said to everyone: "He's fine, he's just dizzy. I guess It should be a sign of heatstroke." She spoke a local dialect that was not very fluent, and she didn't know that she made a mistake in the specific term heatstroke.

After she finished speaking, she took out a bottle of water from her backpack and patted the water on the old man's face.After using up half of the bottle of water, she raised her face and said with a smile, "Okay, let's hurry up."

When she raised her face, although she covered only one pair of eyes, everyone finally noticed that her skin was fair, her eyes were darker, and her pupils were lighter than theirs. It was easy to see that she was a young woman. caucasian woman.

There are very few foreigners who are alone here, and the places where you can see foreigners, especially Caucasians, are usually peacekeeping troops and the International Red Cross rescue team.They have a little doubt, but this doubt lasts for a long time and is left behind. What is more important than survival?

The old man woke up and quickly thanked the woman, and then the team quickly returned to the previous order and continued to move forward.While walking, the old man looked at the woman apologetically, because he had used up half of her drinking water.

The woman noticed his gaze, and pointed her white fingers to the oasis in front of her, her eyes were slightly half-curved, and the dark pupils were shining with light.

The old man thanked her again.

After a long and arduous journey, the group finally reached the base camp of Lebuses without incident.The rest were settled in the civilian area, only the Caucasian woman was led by the two soldiers to a bungalow on the edge of the oasis.The old man she helped cast a worried look at her, but it was inconvenient to say more, the woman comforted him in a low voice when passing by him: "Don't worry, what they do is just what I want."

The place they brought her was similar to an office, and there were people who looked like full-time professionals busy back and forth.

One of the soldiers knocked on the door, drawing the attention of the people inside, and then pushed the woman in.

"It's you? Germany... a member of what scientific research team?" The highest person in charge in the office, a middle-aged man with a beard, hung up the phone and asked.

"Adler's environmental detection research team, I'm Emma, ​​hello." She took off her veil, revealing a face with a deep western outline but soft oriental features.

It was Mitrell.

The man stared at her for a moment.In addition to the beauty of this woman beyond his expectations, there is also the attempt to find something wrong with her, but unfortunately, this beautiful woman generously let him look at it for a long time, with open eyes.

They are not like the government army, they don't care about face and face, they do heinous things that robbers and bandits would do. For this seemingly innocent and weak woman, they certainly can't just because they suspect that she is infiltrated by outsiders. Spies, just put people in prison at will.He had no choice but to pick up the phone, dial out again, and explain the situation to his immediate superior.

The response I got was to resettle people first and send someone to guard them for a period of time, and wait until the situation is confirmed.

So Mitrell was arranged to live in a civilian area with the ordinary people who had fled. The only difference was that she was the main focus of the guards.In actual life she is still free.

As soon as she came to the civilian area, she didn't even have a chance to take a break, and she was immediately stopped by a middle-aged woman. The other party spoke too quickly and hurriedly, and there were many slang words. Mitrell understood her meaning only by reading her gestures— — She asked her to help hang the laundry.

Most of the people who shuttle here are women. It seems that the men are all out to fight, and they are left to do logistics. Everyone is very busy.She is not immune to her new arrival, no matter what she looks like or what race she is, she only has to do hard work when she comes here.Mitrell had no objection to this, and followed the women to work without complaint.

Guards stood guard at a distance around them.

After a noon of hard work, they successfully completed this laborious work. Mitrell has strong physical strength and did not feel tired after completing these tasks.When she entered the house and got some food, when no one was paying attention, she lowered her head and spoke in a low voice.

"Report, successfully entered the Lebusis camp."

"Your information has been modified, please continue to lurk."

The news she most wanted to hear came from the small headset.

"Understood, over."

One minute to solve her own lunch, Mitrell must find a way to expand the scope of the search.If you want to determine the exact location of Mr. Omega, you must first collect information.

Intelligence starts with gossip.

During the noon work, Mitrell performed her best and won the approval of the women in the field. Although there was some estrangement from her foreign status, there were people everywhere in this place. Who could control so much during the war?With her half-handed local dialect, Mitrell successfully opened up the chatterbox of these women.

"Girls like you who are literate and computer-ready can go to Ethiopia, and he can arrange for you to work in a more suitable position, so that you can work while waiting for someone to pick you up back home."

One of the younger women wholeheartedly advised her.

Oh, speaking of the important point, is that Ethiopian the person in charge of the talent management department?

"I hope so, but do they accept a foreigner to work for them?" Mitrell showed a typical anxious expression.

Immediately, others came to comfort her.

"Of course, I remember that there was a German who served in the army before. I heard that our guns and cannons were improved by him. He is a very powerful person! You are also from Germany, maybe he will help you."

The more they talked, the more excited they became, and they unconsciously revealed more information.

Mitrell slowly sorted out the clues, and determined that the target was currently working for the Lebuses organization, doing his old job.Well, it seems that it is not easy to poach a corner from them, and, in this way, I don't know how much influence it will have on Lebuses.Forget it, what Skylark has to do has always been challenging.

Mitrell decided to meet the person before talking.

The opportunity came early the next morning.

Not long after dawn, they who were in the back suddenly heard a commotion outside. Mitrell ran out of the house and found that even the guards watching her had run away. In the central square in front of a row of houses, several military trucks were parked, wearing camouflage patterns. Soldiers in full gear moved up and down the medical equipment, and some people who looked like doctors also jumped into the car.

It must be that the battle ahead is tight and a lot of medical power is needed.

Mitrell didn't say anything, rushed to one of the trucks, and jumped into the car lightly.The soldiers glanced at her and made no comment, they were too busy.Mitrell saw the doctor in this car, who was also a foreigner, and she asked him about the things to be done later, and kept them all in her heart.She has basic medical knowledge and a lot of practical experience, so she should be fine.

The truck quickly pulled out and set off to the front line.After a arduous journey of three days and three nights, they arrived at a weathered rock belt. This is said to be the front line, but in fact it can only be regarded as a support area for the rear. The flames of war have not yet burned.A large number of temporary tents were set up, and the medical personnel of the International Red Cross were already busy. As soon as they came as reinforcements, they didn't even have time to rest and drink water, and they immediately devoted themselves to the intense work of helping the wounded.

After entering, Mitrell was immediately manipulated like a cow and horse, busy around.

"Emma, ​​give one or four injections."

"Emma, ​​get me the small tweezers! Quick!"

"Emma, ​​disinfect NO.16."

……

Mitrell was both thirsty and hungry, so thirsty that her mouth was cracked and wrinkled like an old lady, and so hungry that her whole stomach felt like a stone was resting on it.But she still couldn't stop, she could only spin around like a spinning top.

Suddenly, someone rushed in from outside and shouted: "Quickly retreat, the enemy is coming, hurry up!"

In an instant, the pot exploded——

Mitrell quickly picked up the medical equipment next to her, and at the same time called another nurse, and the two moved the wounded out together.I don't have time to care about others. On the cruel battlefield, the lives that can be seen in front of my eyes, try my best to save one is one!When Mitrell came out of the tent, she conveniently took away a half-grown injured boy under her arm.She carried one, held another, and carried tens of kilograms of expensive medicine on her back, which made people who saw it unbelievable.

She was one of the first to evacuate.The truck drove out at high speed, taking them far away from the danger zone that was about to fall.But they still haven't escaped from the clutches of death.

Enemy gunships appear in their field of vision and fire machine guns in the distance.I saw dust and sparks rising from the original tent area, mixed with blood and screams and cries.

Mitrell's face was painfully damaged by the sun and wind, and the familiar numbness surged in her heart again.The senses of the five sense organs began to be dull, and the brain no longer received the information in front of it. It only felt as if there was a diaphragm covering itself, pretending to be far away from this dead world.

Her gaze swept slowly and meaninglessly. The boy she had rescued was in her arms, looking up at the fallen war zone, and stretched out his mutilated and blood-stained hands, as if to hold him back, but it seemed painful.

Perhaps some of his comrades hadn't escaped in time.

Mitrell thought a little dazedly.

Then, a bright green light quickly spread from her body.Instantly enveloped the entire battlefield.