National Juggernaut

Chapter 647 Consciousness

Chapter 647 Consciousness

As a stalker scouting intelligence, toiling into the enemy's heartland, what's the worst possible scenario?

Is it a strict defense of three steps, one booth, five steps and one post?Or is it a well-guarded and interlocking organ trap?In fact, in Zheng Li's view, these are not troublesome, the real trouble is

". Which dialect are they speaking? What if they don't understand at all?!"

Mixed in the shadows, even though he hadn't been discovered for a long time, and the guards and guards were talking in front of his eyes, Zheng Li still looked bewildered.

The translation function of the contact watch is not omnipotent. Unless the other party actively wears it and asks him to "use artificial spiritual tools" to translate his own meaning, otherwise he can only use conventional dictionaries and thesaurus for literal translation.

The official language and commonly used small languages ​​of the Ater people are of course recorded in the contact watch, but just consider the branch types that the Ater people themselves do not understand, and the dialect barriers caused by different worlds and regions of the same family, Translation becomes unrealistic. What's worse, there are still quite a few branches of the Atel people who don't communicate in language at all.

".Do you want to go back like this?"

Zheng Li felt a little regretful and hesitant.

It is obviously unrealistic to go inside, and the risk is too high. Once discovered, I am afraid that it will not only be my own doom, but the result of information leakage is that the other party will attack the city in advance, and the initiative obtained by relying on intelligence advantages is directly useless.

But Zheng Li tried hard to observe the communication methods of these Atel people, and then became even more confused.

The Shepan tribe doesn't even have vocal organs. They attach themselves to other Ater people and use the vibration frequency of their bodies to transmit information. The Liuxiang tribe is a race that uses language. That's what Zheng Li heard, it's full of sandy slag The scum smell is almost the same as the noise.

Record a bit and take it home?Zheng Li felt that this idea was silly, like buying a lottery ticket just once and waiting to win 500 million.

In desperation, Zheng Li was ready to turn around and leave.

"It's not bad anymore, the current intelligence is already a great achievement. Safety first, let's go back first"

"Zheng Li, there is a spiritual reaction in the southwest, full of fear and uneasiness, this smell...is human!"

In an instant, Zheng Li stopped.

There are humans?In this camp of the Atels?traitor?wizard?Or the unlucky guy who got caught?For a while, many thoughts were circulating in Zheng Li's mind, but no matter how much he thought about it, he might as well go and see it with his own eyes.

Shadows flowed between the blind corners of tall buildings. Zheng Li stepped on the footprints of the giant Liuxiang clan back and forth, blocked his own figure with those huge feet, and boarded the express train to the southwest.

After 10 minutes, Zheng Li found the target, and then stagnated.

Before entering the door, the smell of blood came out. Just after stepping into the door, the strong smell of blood and stench made Zheng Li feel like vomiting.

"... Minced meat from all over the place."

No need to describe it in detail, it was like a slaughterhouse, with stumps and broken arms all over the floor.

".kill me"

A low groan came from a corner of the slaughterhouse. Zheng Li looked over, and it was the "survivor" that Ah Qiong pointed out.

However, he should not live long.

The eyes were sewn shut, all the limbs were cut off, and the remaining pieces of meat were hung on an iron hook. Blood and flesh foam kept falling, like pork for sale.

"Hey"

Zheng Li sighed. Even though he had reminded himself countless times of the cruelty of race wars, Zheng Li was still not used to seeing this scene before him again.

".Who are you? A survivor of the Leaping King? I'm a Sentinel from outside."

If it was later, it might be too late, Zheng Li didn't hesitate, and asked directly.

"Human!!? Come on, give me a knife and let me die."

The tortured captive has completely collapsed and is seeking a quick death.

"Wait. I'm trying to save you"

After checking the wound, Zheng Li could only helplessly shake his head.

It may be for the purpose of interrogating him, the internal organs inside have almost been removed, and now he is alive only because of the weird green colloid in his body.

Zheng Li didn't recognize that thing, but he knew from the looks of it that it was a hanging symbiosis brought out by the Atel people, and he was only alive now.

".I'll set you free right now."

After confirming that there was absolutely no possibility of him surviving or taking him out, Zheng Li walked over silently, the saber light had already been unsheathed.

"Thank you! Thank you"

Amid sobbing and grunting, the man was ecstatic.

Zheng Li silently raised the knife but put it away again. After thinking for a moment, he decided to enlarge his fatal wound and increase the amount of bleeding to make his death less abrupt.

"...Love the Grand Duke of Bakerlo! They call him the Grand Duke."

Suddenly, the survivor called out a name.

It turned out that this was an Atel figure who came here specially during the interrogation.

Grand Duke?That was a big man under the Son of God, basically a person with real power in a certain branch of the clan, and knowing the other party's name, if the other party had a record, Zheng Li would be sure to find out his direct subordinate army and basic combat power.

This is undoubtedly a great achievement, Zheng Li nodded silently, took a last look, and tried to remember his appearance. There is no need to ask specifically, and there is no need to worry about whether the captives have leaked their own information.

In a racial battlefield of this scale, betrayal has no future. Being captured is often worse than death, and it can be regarded as all known information has been leaked.

But if Zheng Li continued to ask, I am afraid that the pensions and honors for death for the family members would be much less.

"thanks, thanks"

The prisoner murmured and repeated the words of thanks, and he also understood all this, knowing that it was the tolerance and kindness of the other party.

But before Zheng Li pulled away the other party's fatal wound, a low and sharp whisper suddenly rang in Zheng Li's ear.

"Three clans. Yes, don't be fooled by them. There are not two clans in this joint army, but three clans. There are also Wancai clan's legion hidden inside, and I can smell their disgusting ink smell! There is at least one thousand-member regiment .”

Wancai family?Zheng Li was taken aback, this was not the middle and upper class like Liuxiang, but the upper race that was undoubtedly the main battle.

It seems that I and my party have won the grand prize, and the Wancai Clan with thousands of people is probably more troublesome than all the things I saw before.

".Thank you. This is very important information. I will definitely pass it on to you. Your mission has been completed. Good job. Get a good night's sleep, soldier."

"thanks."

The feeble response was filled with gratitude and relief.

The next moment, Zheng Li moved silently to free the prisoner.

Then, he paused, trying to make the scene more natural, with the goal as if the captive was trying to die/unfortunately bled to death.

Then, after all this, Zheng Li didn't turn his head, and Zheng Li silently disappeared into the shadows. It's just that clenched fist that was bleeding revealed that he was not as calm as he appeared on the surface.

When he left the camp, he turned his head for the first time, his eyes still as calm as before.

He didn't speak, but his firm words were engraved in his mind.

"One day."

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"Why hasn't Zheng Li come back yet?"

"The situation should be okay. His life information is very stable, but he was very excited for a while 10 minutes ago, and he may have encountered a battle."

"Isn't that pretty bad? Have we been spotted? Get ready to fall back"

In the firefly cart, the soldiers were still full of worry and uneasiness. According to past experience, it would be a long shot to go into the enemy's barracks alone like Zheng Li.

As time went by, more and more people fell into anxiety and uneasiness. Zheng Li walked for too long. The 'safety light' that represented his vitality, someone went to look at it every few minutes.

Even though most of the regiment members had great confidence in Zheng Li, as time went by, more and more commentators suggested whether to retreat a certain distance, and then he was recorded by other cadres.

There are more and more discussions, and anxiety and fear are contagious. Waiting for the rookie fighters with unqualified mentality to be exposed, but no one stops them.

At this time, many people have noticed more and more how important the leader who seems to be always lazy is to the Peace Corps. When he is there, no matter what the situation, there are people who can make decisions.

And finally, when the time passed bit by bit, when the most determined cadres doubted whether something happened, someone proposed a "retreat".

"Retreat? Retreat to Fengcheng, okay? An Keqing, get the hell out of here when you get back to the city."

Song Ying memorized the small list, but Wu Sanjun was not used to them, so he started to complain.

The person who didn't blame was full of dissatisfaction. He felt that this was for the sake of the members and everyone, and it was not his own timidity.

".I just said what everyone wanted to say. Why did you only punish me! I'm not a coward, it's just the most rational choice at the moment. Let's keep a distance to retreat."

"Really? But why do I smell fear and lies in your heart?"

The sudden shadow and the whispered voice from behind made the newcomer An Keqing almost suffocate.

He backed up abruptly and rolled twice on the ground

Zheng Li shook his head, a rookie of this quality should go back to the furnace and rebuild.

"Tsk, it's obvious that he usually performs well, and his basic hardware and martial arts are above the standard line, and he is preparing for the next phase of key training."

Zheng Li sighed helplessly, not because he was angry with this unbelievable kid, but he just lamented that no matter how good the paper data and character test scores are, if a fighter doesn't go to the life and death field, he will never be able to see clearly Real fineness.

Zheng Li didn't continue to tangle with this kid, the newcomer was unqualified and replaced, everyone's chances were limited.

The appearance of Zheng Li made most of the group members look happy, even Song Ying, who was usually as stable as water, rarely showed a relaxed smile.

"Clap clap."

Zheng Li clapped his palms to attract everyone's attention, then said with a smile.

"We have gained a lot. This time, everyone's first effort. Everyone, let's go back to the city."

The next moment, the cart was full of cheers.

Encouraged by joyful emotions, all the team members quickly took their positions, and the firefly cart started directly. Under the guidance of Zheng Li, a new section of the return journey began.

Standing on the bridge, Zheng Li turned his head to look at the camp where the Atel Legion was hidden, but showed a regretful expression.

Is it a pity that the prisoner was not rescued?Is it a pity that the treasure hunt that was already on the way can only be postponed again?At least the current Zheng Li is rarely full of longing.

"...if only I were stronger, if I were a real myth."

In every way, the battlefield is forcing people to mature, not only to test the recruits, but also to force the semi-experienced veterans to the point where they must be awakened.

But later, Zheng Li shook his head.

Not to mention that the greater the power, the greater the responsibility, but the stronger will definitely be assigned to more difficult and high-risk battlefields, and power will never be enough.

It is the top mythical battle group, and when they meet the opponent's god son group or even the god Ater himself, they will be beaten badly.

"This is a never-ending long-distance race, steady mind, take your time"

The pursuit of strength and progress is the desire of every soldier. The more a soldier returns from war, the more he can't stop the fire in his heart.

Inexplicably, Zheng Li thought of the figure who stepped on the whale and laughed wildly

"Perhaps, he also has too many regrets and blamed himself too many times without the power to change everything, so he made this choice."

Zheng Li shook his head, and dispelled the extra thoughts. He is still on the battlefield, but for the first time, he somewhat agrees with that person's decision.

Under Zheng Li's guidance, the way back to the city is quite safe, but considering the reality that the outpost has been touched, it is still only a matter of time before the firefly cart is discovered.

But there was no way to do this. It was impossible to enter the depths of the camp without touching those sentinels.

Perhaps, someone saw this reality and anxiously urged the cart to enter the return journey as soon as possible.

But when the camp behind the camp suddenly rang the alarm bell and a large number of air force emerged, Zheng Li and his party had successfully escaped to a safe enough distance.

But the way back to the city was not as quiet as expected.

When the firefly cart met the oncoming convoy, it was also full of surprise.

But after the two parties stopped to communicate, they soon knew what happened.

"Because the life information of most members of the Leaping King's battle group was wiped out, the Fengcheng headquarters directly started the second round of armed investigation?"

At this time, Zheng Li was a little scared.

"Fortunately, we met, otherwise this wave of convoys might have to be sent directly."

After exchanging information, the leader of the opposing battle group also thanked Zheng Li very much, and even took the initiative to invite him to drink after the battle.

Seeing the convoy turning together and starting their return trip, Zheng Li looked at the setting sun in the sky and made sure that there were no more hidden cards.

". Now, it depends on the strength of both parties."

The weak die, the victor lives and gets everything, war is such a simple and cruel fact.

He sat down at his command seat and issued the next round of war orders.

"Let's speed up with all our strength, we have to return to Fengcheng as soon as possible and hand over important information."

And soon, the newly formed convoy was reorganized, with some cars rushing ahead, and some leaning to the sides, obviously placing the Firefly cart in the middle.

"From now on, scouting duties will shift to escorts."

Zheng Li and his party didn't understand at first, and then they suddenly understood when they heard the broadcast from the veteran team leader in the motorcade.

From now on, everyone's priority goal is to let the "Messenger" complete the task.

(End of this chapter)