Steel Steam and Flame

I could only answer the sentence "Let's do it" to express the feeling of helplessness in my heart. But this emotion may only be in their hearts. Evan and Vermeer have always thought that by tonight, they will suddenly have a team of fully equipped surgeons on their side, and then attack with them. How to make the rebel forces lose their combat effectiveness when they are least vigilant, the two never knew the specific plan. Such preparations were expected.

I can think of Vermeer's complex expressions when he perceives the real situation in the early hours of the morning, and Cassia shook his head secretly, feeling a bit sorry for the ups and downs in their mood.

The extra ten people stayed and rested around the park. After Vermeer told them the plan and time of the action, he returned to the hotel with Cassia and simply changed the distribution of the number of people in the plan. Because the people who came to support were carrying heavy firepower, a small team was finally added as support.

Cassia let Vermeer decide for himself: "Just be prepared, maybe you can meet a large number of enemies here." Pointing to the map, Cassia said with a very serious expression, but what was in his heart It’s "It doesn’t matter, it’s not necessary anyway, you feel safe and happy. At least this will make you feel at ease."

At nine o'clock in the evening, when Vermeer and the others were all resting before the attack, Cassia approached him and took a few tranquilizers away. The knight attendant did not enter a scaly state for a long time after the assessment. Cassia didn't know if there were any unnoticeable changes in his body in the past few months, so he wanted to prepare enough for warning.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, the communicator and Evan conducted the final information transfer.

Cassia could feel the pressure on Vermeer and Evan, and only then saw that there was something in both of them, which was not possessed by many surgeons in the empire. It was called a kind of spontaneous generation under time. A sense of responsibility, and a similar feeling of support for one’s own country, this should be appropriate.

Cassia didn't know exactly what it was, but probably wanted to protect something from being destroyed forever. Just like myself to Ye Jielin, that little league, and his own members of the Steam Knights. It can only be understood this way.

Time comes to zero hour in this kind of thinking that doesn't know what to say and how it will arise. After checking the time in the communicator, Cassia brought his own equipment and set off with Vermeer and others to the air defense base.

Wanting to minimize movement as much as possible, Cassia's weapons are basically cold weapons. A high-quality tactical knife from the Empire was tied to each leg. Among the several forged steel swords brought to the Qier Kingdom, the black one was chosen. Without the improvement of the quality of combat uniforms, it is of little help to Cassia at this stage. On the revolver and acid platinum bullets, even if there is a high probability that there is no chance to use them, Cassia will always use them in every battle. Bring it. Finally, for absolute insurance, the high-quality pneumatic sword bought from the dark world has become one of Cassia's weapons this time.

Everything was ready. After half an hour, when there was still some distance from the air defense base, Cassia stopped the team's progress based on the previous sound wave influence data. It took a little time to use the lie that the enemy's secret whistle was ahead. It was also a reason to hand over with his team. Cassia asked Vermeer and the others to scatter around and wait for him to clear the secret whistle, and then follow up after hearing the worm's signal.

Vermeer was normally embarrassed, but due to the obsession of Cassia's identity, the embarrassment was eventually swallowed.

I don't know if it's clear what will happen next, but it didn't take long for Cassia to move forward alone, and the vague insect sounds around disappeared unconsciously. I can clearly capture the sound of my stepping on the soil, and my depressed heartbeat and breathing have also become tidal-like regular patterns.

When looking up at the night where flake clouds and few stars coexist, the air defense base is less than one kilometer away from Cassia. Taking a deep breath, Cassia sighed for no idea. The exposed skin recognized the ambient temperature range, and Cassia controlled her body temperature to drop to this range, then glanced behind her, muttered to herself, "It's better not to wait to catch up," and walked to the air defense base.

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I don't quite understand why Lieutenant Colonel Cromwell sent himself here from the mine. In the past time, this is the only problem that Pigou often thought about. At first he had no idea, but later the situation here made him feel more and more marginalized.

Without any reason to come, Pigou kept thinking like this. It has been a long time since the air defense base was built secretly, and the surrounding protection, the army stationed here, and the dozen or so permanent surgeons are all considered elite. The current focus should be on mines that are suspected by the enemy. Many people know that the chance of being discovered here is too small to be ignored, and the king's forces have not carefully investigated and found the time and manpower here.

A few days ago, the imbalance appeared in his heart. Pigu told himself not to think about it again, but whenever he calmed down, these always appeared in his head. Some envy Occam and Janet, who are still in the mine. After all, there is the focus of the king's care.

Pigou knew that every time he killed an enemy who was investigating the situation in the mining area during this period, he would receive some meritorious points, so that after the armor in the mine was assembled, the higher level would distribute rewards.

Staying in this place is patrolling and patrolling every day. Pigou doesn't think that after the armor is assembled, he can get the same benefits as Occam and the others.

"There are also people from the Empire Surgeon, but no captain-level figure is following..." Now Pigou has one more thing to care about. Through these, he feels that his idea is correct.

The communication machine in front of him turned on a green light, and the reports from the daily patrol officers sent Pigula back to reality. Now in the control room without wires, Pigou looks at the magnetic board in front of him like a worker~www.readwn.com~ Every ten seconds, the signal points with numbers will be refreshed according to the radio signal. It means a patrol team.

"The eleventh team, the eleventh area is normal."

"The ninth team, the ninth area is normal."

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The familiar voice did not cause any mood swings in Pigu, he habitually looked at the time, it was almost one o'clock in the morning. There were still 7 hours before it was his turn to rest, and he was replaced by the temporary captain of the imperial surgeon team who had just arrived to monitor the situation of the entire air defense base.

Several other people nearby responded to the reports of the teams one by one at this time. Pigou also stood up, walked to the counter behind him, took out the wine, poured a glass and drank. When putting down the cup, his eyes never forgot to glance at the corner of the master control room. There were two people sitting there, quietly looking at the materials and layout drawings of the air defense base. They are imperial surgeons. According to Lieutenant Colonel Cromwell, both have temperature-sensing surgical development projects. With their assistance, they can ensure that the air defense base is safer.

Pigou wanted to use his savings over the years to exchange data on surgical development projects with these people. This was the thought that appeared after the imperial surgeon came over, but by this time, he hadn't made up his mind yet.