As time went by, the situation quickly became tense.
The skeleton dogs slowed down the retreat of the reconnaissance team, while the vast sea of skeletons surrounded them, dragging the reconnaissance team into the quagmire of a fierce battle with their fearless undead spirit and deadly bone swords.
As a criminal soldier, Li Nuo stood at the forefront of the team's fight against the enemy.
On his left and right sides were imperial soldiers, behind him were the seemingly endless stone stairs that stretched upward, and in front of him were skeleton soldiers with empty eyes and a faint purple light emitting from their skulls.
Not only did he have to maintain a stable front line and slowly retreat upward, he also had to be alert to attacks from skeleton soldiers and skeleton dogs.
It can be said that he is in a state of multitasking and using both hands and feet at all times, and there is no room for any mistakes.
A second ago, he swung his engineering hammer and smashed the skeleton soldier's head away.
The next second, he had to push out the handle of the engineering hammer to block the bite of the skeleton dog.
If he is not careful and fails to keep up with the enemy's attack rhythm, his calves, arms and abdomen will be scratched by the sharp bone sword, and his blood will be scattered on the ground and walls.
Blood seeped out from the long and slender wounds, staining the criminal's uniform red, and then flowed down his clothes and trouser legs, poured into his shoes, and soaked his socks and soles.
The ensuing problem is that the soles of the feet slip and the center of gravity becomes unstable.
The dizziness and tinnitus caused by blood loss echoed in his head like a death knell, echoing, echoing, until he died.
Li Nuo couldn't remember how many times he had swung the construction hammer, nor could he estimate how much blood he had shed.
His vision began to become blurry, beads of sweat hung on his eyelids, and the trance caused by blood loss came in waves.
He kept swinging the engineering hammer with a low roar, obeying the body's survival instinct to respond to the enemy's offensive, allowing the pain of the tearing wounds to accumulate in every corner of his body.
He felt like he was on a vast battlefield with endless enemies on all sides.
He is like a boat sailing in the vast ocean. He can either hold on to the sampan and struggle to survive, or... drift with the tide and resign himself to fate.
I must not die fighting here, my time travel career has just begun.
Li Nuo shouted in his heart and forcibly cheered up, but in just three to five seconds, he fell into a state of mental depression due to excessive blood loss and exhaustion of physical strength.
"Hold on! Support is coming!"
Sergeant Mars used the butt of his rifle to push away the sharp blade in front of Li Nuo, grabbed the opponent's arm, and pulled the sloppy criminal soldier back from the edge of falling.
"Sir, there are too many enemies! We have to do something!"
A soldier in the queue shouted:
"Crime Soldier No. 888 did an excellent job of awakening the undead and killed some undead with us... But he is just a Sin Soldier after all... I mean... It's time for Sin Soldier No. 888 to answer the call of the empire. Accept the mission given to him by the Empire!"
When Li Nuo heard this, he suddenly felt bad.
The so-called "mission" is nothing more than to throw him to the skeleton soldiers, use the large amount of biochemical bait on him to drag the enemy, and ensure the safe evacuation of the reconnaissance team.
If this scene really happened, Li Nuo felt that there was no way he could survive, and he would definitely turn into a puddle of mud torn apart by skeleton soldiers.
He reluctantly raised the engineering hammer in his hand and knocked it on the skull of a skeleton soldier to prove that he still had the ability to continue fighting.
However, due to excessive weakness, his hammer only staggered the skeleton soldier, but did not blow away the skull.
Li Nuo knew through the tactile feedback on his hand that he had missed his attack.
He wanted to prove that his actions had failed, and a trace of sadness spread in his heart.
Sergeant Mars suddenly increased the strength in his hands, tightly held Li Nuo's arm, and conveyed his firm belief to the other party:
"No! Soldier! I refuse your offer!
"The empire has raised us up and taught us patience, struggle, perseverance, and hard work. When the sacred mission comes, we must calmly accept the glory bestowed by the empire...
"But! Not now!
"Sin Soldier No. 888 has proven to us his belief in fighting. If he must accept his fate here, then I also hope that he can fight until the last moment."
Sergeant Mars' voice exploded in Li Nuo's ears:
"You hear that, Jarvis? Fight, keep fighting! Let the flames of the Empire burn within you, illuminating your path until your shell is reduced to ashes in the flames!"
Mission, destination, glory, empire... Li Nuo had no concept of these things in his mind.
He is a time traveler, not a native of the Empire.
He did not have time to delve into the memory of the original owner, feel the growth process of the original owner, and understand how the empire took care of its people.
But he knew very well that continuing to fight with all his strength was his only chance to survive.
Alas, it was such a miserable start. Why wasn’t the system I got an amazing system?
In the end, I have to rely on myself...
Li Nuo looked up at Sergeant Mars, nodded heavily under the other's bright eyes, and then held the engineering hammer and greeted the skeleton soldiers.
His attacks were weak and weak, but he fought on.
The soldiers around him seemed to see the imperial fire igniting in him, and they deeply felt how firm this criminal soldier's belief in fighting was.
Who would say no to a wounded man who still had the courage to fight on?
Who would have the heart to deprive an Imperial man of the opportunity to continue fighting?
Even if this person is just a criminal, as long as he proves himself, he deserves to be respected.
The soldiers no longer discussed leaving the guilty soldiers behind.
Li Nuo's actions aroused their fighting desire and competitive spirit.
They have to use practical actions to prove that they are better than a criminal.
The brave battle cries grew louder and louder, drowning out the footsteps of the sea of skeletons, echoing on the cold and lonely tomb stairs, composing an opera of life and death without an audience.
Time passed by minute by minute, just as blood escaped from Li Nuo's body drop by drop.
Li Nuo felt that his body was cold, his will was blurred, and he longed to drink water in large gulps. This was an hallucination caused by severe blood loss, and it represented the imminent death.
His blood dripped and flowed all the way, staining the steps red, paving a bloody road leading to death.
Dying?
A sad smile appeared on Li Nuo's face hidden under the breathing mask.
His grandma is really unlucky to have such a time-travel start...
Deconstructing the core system, this thing is obviously not suitable for combat.
Its correct use should be research, cracking, translation, scientific research, etc.
Going to the battlefield with such a system that is biased towards theoretical research does have the meaning of "a man who enters the wrong profession and regrets his whole life"...
Li Nuo was on the verge of unconsciousness and could only swing the construction hammer stiffly.
Just when he felt that his life was about to leave him, a loud whistle came from the stairs above the reconnaissance team.
Li Nuo glanced back and felt relieved. It turned out that he had unknowingly retreated to the above-ground area of the tomb.
"Chirp~~"
The soldier who blew the whistle stood at the top of the stairs and shouted to the reconnaissance team below:
"Soldiers, pay attention! We have prepared honey bombs! You must leave the corridor as soon as possible, and we will cover your evacuation!"
Li Nuo squeezed out the last energy in his body, followed the small group of soldiers and ran upwards. Under the cover of a barrage, he stepped into the above-ground area of the tomb.
Finally...saved...
Li Nuo stepped over the doorway of the stairway and fell weakly to the ground.
The same was true for the privates and corporals around him. Only Sergeant Mars could remain standing.
Three honeycomb-like bombs flew over their heads and fell into the stairwell.
The bomb's fuse burned rapidly, sending bright sparks and thick smoke.
After a bang, three bombs detonated at the same time, smoke billowed out, and countless black dots flew out from the exploding bombs and rushed towards the skeleton soldiers.
These black dots seemed to be honey jelly modified by the empire, and Li Nuo smelled a sweet and greasy smell.
After the black honey jelly hit the skeleton soldier, it exploded again, splashing a large ball of black muddy water onto the skeleton soldier.
As soon as the skeleton soldier's bones came into contact with the black muddy water, they melted as quickly as ignited cotton wool.
In just ten seconds, such a large group of skeleton soldiers, which had made the reconnaissance team extremely embarrassed, melted into pools of black mud...
Li Nuo saw that all the skeleton soldiers were dissolved, and the last trace of fighting desire in his body disappeared.
His eyes darkened and he lay on his back.
Just when he thought he was going to die from excessive blood loss, two medical soldiers in white military uniforms lifted him from the ground and placed him on a stretcher.
A flexible tube about the thickness of a finger extended from his mouth into his throat, and finally stopped at the epiglottis.
The medical soldiers pressed the air bags in their hands and manually pumped some green liquid into the hose.
The green liquid squirmed in the hose section by section and flowed into Li Nuo's esophagus.
The desire to drink water brought about by blood loss stimulated Li Nuo, and he subconsciously swallowed the liquid with no known effect.
Where he couldn't see, the wounds on his skin began to grow green lumps, and the flow of blood was quickly stopped.
At the same time, a warm feeling appeared in the wound, making him feel as comfortable as soaking in a hot spring pool.
When he was carried into the makeshift medical tent by the medical soldiers, he unexpectedly found that his mind had become much clearer and he was no longer as groggy and weak as before.
He shouldn't die here... Li Nuo watched the medical soldiers injecting needles, pumping water, and injecting scarlet plasma into his body. He felt as if vitality was flowing back and life was reviving.
As his body temperature returned to normal, the dizziness subsided, and fatigue and sleepiness set in, Li Nuo couldn't help but fall into a deep sleep.
....
Half asleep and half awake, Li Nuo heard footsteps approaching.
He opened his eyes slightly and saw Sergeant Mars who had just opened the door curtain.
"Jarvis, how are you doing?"
Sergeant Mars came to the bedside, looked at the wound on the other person's wrist, nodded and said:
"It seems that he is recovering well. The special medicine provided by MI3 always takes effect quickly and has outstanding efficacy."
Li Nuo raised his arm, glanced at the green scabs on his skin, and then sat up on the bedside.
Don't tell me, the biochemical mutation route's medical supplies are really worth two.
The medical combination of green potion and scarlet plasma actually brought him, who almost died from excessive blood loss, back from the brink of death.
And judging from the mechanical clock on the wall, he only slept for half an hour.
In such a short period of time, his injuries were completely reversed and most of his physical strength was restored...
There is something about these medical supplies from the Tartis Empire.
Li Nuo briefly checked his situation and looked up at Sergeant Mars:
"Sir, how are the conditions of the other three reconnaissance teams?"
Sergeant Mars shook his head slightly, with some regret in his eyes:
"Similarly like us, the three teams were also besieged by the necromantic structures, and each team suffered some battle damage. But fortunately, we found out the situation on the underground level of the tomb. Sergeant Alvin is here Formulate a battle plan to purify the underground level. It is estimated that we will return to that area in another hour."
Li Nuo thought for a moment and asked again:
"Except for me, are all the three criminals alive?"
The sergeant was slightly stunned, as if he didn't expect Li Nuo to care about other criminals...
"Those three criminal soldiers...one of them was killed in the battle, and the other two were almost dead like you."
A criminal soldier died... Li Nuo pursed his lips.
Although his responsibilities are different from those of ordinary criminal soldiers, from the perspective of being consumables, he still hopes that his fellow criminal soldiers can live longer...
Sergeant Mars didn't know what Li Nuo was thinking. He raised his hand and pointed outside the tent:
"Come, come with me. You still have some preparations to do before officially purifying the underground floor."
Li Nuo stood up, picked up the blood-stained military uniform from the bedside, put it on, and followed the sergeant to the tent door.
Before leaving the tent, Sergeant Mars stopped, thought for half a second and said:
"Jarvis, in the previous battles, my team members all saw your courage and belief. In order to better fulfill the orders issued by the army commander, I think it is necessary for you to get to know them...
"I hope you don't blame the soldier who suggested leaving you behind during the battle, because his suggestion is a routine practice of the imperial army. This does not represent my attitude towards you, nor does it represent my attitude towards you in the following period. The attitude of the team members towards you."
Li Nuo nodded:
"Yes, sir. I understand."
Sergeant Mars opened the tent flap.
Li Nuo saw a group of soldiers outside the door. They were the corporals and privates who had fought the skeleton soldiers together before.
As soon as they saw Li Nuo, this group of soldiers who had previously questioned whether the criminal soldiers could bear the glory of the empire cast their eyes approvingly.
Only one of them had a look of evasion and shame in his eyes.
Li Nuo knew that this man was the soldier who offered to leave him behind during the battle.
At this moment, what Li Nuo saw was not a pig teammate who betrayed his teammates, but a qualified soldier who dared to make suggestions at critical moments and strictly abided by the combat discipline of the imperial army.
Li Nuo could forgive him, or he could pretend to forgive him, then hold a grudge and wait for an opportunity to protect him.
However, Li Nuo survived and fought until the last moment with only his own will without relying on the help of the system.
Even Sergeant Mars intervened.
In this case, Li Nuo has the power to forgive others' verbal mistakes.
Li Nuo shook hands with these soldiers one by one and introduced himself to each other.
When it was the soldier's turn with evasive eyes, Li Nuo shook hands and said with a smile:
"How about it, my performance is not bad, right?"
Li Nuo's smile resolved some of the knots in the soldier's heart.
The soldier took a breath and said sincerely:
"Your performance impressed me with admiration. I often thought that criminal soldiers were greedy for life, disturbed discipline, and were a group of rats that wasted food. But you made me see another side. Please forgive me for saying something I shouldn't have said before. , you should not be left behind, you deserve to enjoy the honor of defeating the enemy. I am convinced by your performance."
"I will not resent you because of what you said before, please believe me." Li Nuo nodded with a faint smile:
"I am Li Nuo Jarvis, from Nandu Province. You can continue to call me Criminal Soldier No. 888."
The soldier shook his right hand vigorously:
"I am Private Coburn. I come from the Eastern Province. I was a horse worker before joining the army. I am the only child in my family... In short, I am honored to receive your forgiveness, Jarvis."
