"He needs an emergency blood transfusion, type B!"
The medical soldier held Shen Rusong's hand, and the pulse inside was beating weakly, almost unfeelable. This has nothing to do with the friendship of comrades, nothing to do with the battle and the mission. This is the life of a compatriot, under the same flag, wearing the same clothes. Brothers in military uniform.
People were silent, and the chain cable mechanical platform made a heart-wrenching "chi la chi la" sound. Nothing can be done, nothing can be done.
The medical soldier rummaged through the bag and found the siphon catheter, and one end of the needle pierced Shen Rusong's left hand vein. "Those with type B blood, come here!"
At this time, it doesn't matter what subtype or not, B1B2B3 blood, rejection or not. If there is no new blood input, then Shen Rusong has no chance to survive, so all the Jiazi soldiers with type B blood are guarding Shen Rusong's side.
The other end of the needle was inserted into the general's arm, and the bright red blood began to flow in the reverse direction, from an old body to a young life.
The general just sat on the dirty floor, looking solemnly at Shen Rusong's defeated face. With his daughter by his side, he couldn't help but persuade him: "Father, that's enough, that's enough."
"not enough."
The general stopped the medical soldier from pulling out the needle, and whispered as if to himself: "I, Tan Jiankui, am about to go see my ancestors. In the end, I saved an innocent young man. Maybe I will suffer less after death. "
The Alliance is an atheistic country. Since three thousand years ago, this country has not believed in gods. It only places its hope on the totem that can bring about a better future. It is the Longshan White Dragon. It is only a sacrifice. It is worshiped every time the calendar changes. Just for consolation. In this land, everyone only believes in and trusts the ancestors of the nation, so he is a general. He knows that there is no other way out after death, and he also hopes that in this life, he can get a little understanding from the heroic spirits of his ancestors.
After a total transfusion of 400 milliliters of blood, the general's daughter forcibly pulled out the needle and helped Tan Jiankui stand up. All soldiers with type B blood had at least 200 milliliters of blood transfused into Shen Rusong's veins. The rapid rosiness on Shen Rusong's face showed the effect of "cinnabar".
When the lift platform reached the end, the daylight dimmed and the blizzard swirled. The "Jiazi" soldiers immediately took action, lifting up the wounded, carrying the experimental boxes, and walking away from Qianshan step by step through the fluffy sandy gray snow.
"Put these four people down, or the people over at "Qin" will directly chop them alive. General Tan ordered, and the four lost soldiers, including Shen Rusong, were placed under another secret exit. It was impossible for the gray water to flow through here.
"Father, is this..." Before his daughter could finish her words, the general interrupted her and explained, "I have used this new army myself. These four survivors will be blessed later in life."
"Inject serum into these four people to dilute the cinnabar."
After saying that, everyone in the "Jiazi" unit immediately left on the cable car. Above was the Sulfur Spring Camp. The general knew the reason for the outbreak of the beast tide, and also understood that the beast tide would be easily contained by the aviation force, but this was not their escape. Place.
The security door slammed down, leaving only Shen Rusong and the other three people who were still in their dreams.
Underground, Alliance Protection Project No. 071 "Thousand Mountains", Area 5
The flames were so hot that they melted the evil dragon's hard leather armor. The mecha pressed down on the opponent's head, and its elbow thrusters received powerful energy, smashing the evil dragon's head against the rock wall.
But only one head was smashed in, and another spindle-shaped head with knotted horns smashed over. The collision was not a soft feeling of flesh against metal at all, but a real gold-iron-gold-iron feeling.
The pilot responded immediately. His left hand was always pressing Nielong's left head. His right hand abandoned the sword and used his core force point to press Nielong's right head to resist the thrust of the poisonous fangs.
The output of the perpetual engine of "Shanwenjia" is still at its peak, but the color of the flames is gradually dimming. The golden-orange color represents the overload of the output. At this moment, it is visibly fading to golden-red with the naked eye. The passage of temperature represents the engine constraints. The field has reached its upper limit, and the control program is reducing the power.
There is a red-circled button in the protective cover on Pilot's hand. Looking at the cockpit with many sophisticated instruments, there is no button like this button. You need to open the cover before operating it. After all, Pilot is a mortal.
Human hand speed is limited. The more instructions issued in a shorter time, the more actions the mecha can complete and the greater its power.
This is the first level button. Press it and the Pilot will release the only program that he cannot bypass.
The heat dissipation armor is closed, the air intake is stopped in reverse, the torque of the mecha's arms increases, and the coolant is released, but the evil dragon is far superior to the lake monster. It is not afraid of liquid nitrogen, and its movements are slightly stagnant.
But this moment of stagnation is enough!
Swing your sword and chop! Kill the demon!
The pilot made continuous movements. Within three seconds, he performed actions such as hanging upside down, dodging, counterattacking, deceiving, and punching. He was trapped in the capsule and still performed smooth and smooth attack movements. The mecha followed the action and grasped the left head of the evil dragon tightly, grabbing the remaining flames before the flames stopped and burning them in front of them.
The fighter plane passed by in a flash, and Nielong also seized the gap intentionally left by the mecha. His right head broke away from the mecha's suppression, and pushed open the mecha's side armor from bottom to top.
"Warning! Total integrity decreased!"
The pilot ignored the warning and ignored his own pain. The neuron control system caused him to breathe and share the pain with the mecha. The evil dragon hit the side ribs, and it was like a sharp knife repeatedly stabbing the pilot's side ribs. This was the impact of an evil dragon, not a wild boar.
It’s a competition of will!
The left head of the evil dragon was twisting crazily in the forward jet of flames. At this moment, the sky-blue flames peeled off the leather armor of the evil dragon's skull layer by layer, melting away the iron scales and bony protrusions, and the teeth flowing with venom turned into As charcoal, the dark golden pupils burned into pulp, right down to the pale bones.
The forward flame flow that lasted for fifteen seconds crippled the left head of Nielong. The furious Nielong pushed open the mecha, and its powerful tail whip suddenly knocked over the previously standing mecha, but it did not pursue it. It is a stalagmite platform that has been retracted into the cave.
The middle head was beheaded, the left head was burned, and only one head was left. The evil dragon screamed miserably. It seemed to be crying out. Since its birth, it has been trapped in a prison carefully built by people, enduring endless torture. Pain and instinct drove it to give birth to offspring, and then take them away before its eyes.
The gray water splashed, the stars disappeared, and the emeralds and moonstones were shattered into slag, trampled under the mecha's feet. The injured armor held the electrolyte between his ribs, and the electrolyte dripped out like blood.
The sword fell into the reservoir. In order to sneak in, the mecha abandoned its land combat equipment and relied only on engine power and cold weapons. This was a mission that was difficult to say was perfect. But being born in the alliance, there is nothing to say about where the responsibilities lie? !
There was no expression on the pilot's face, and there was only determination on his livid face. He sealed the damaged part of the mecha and fired a signal bomb towards the hydraulic tunnel.
The sky-blue flames burned through the gray water, creating a dry open space under the water. This was a 2,000-degree Celsius flame. The perpetual motion engine basically worked to the extreme, losing its integrity, and the mecha trembled uncontrollably.
The mecha stood up. It was silent. It would always be silent. There was no roar or scream. The mecha just continued to attack the enemy.
The only option is to die.
The duration of the forward flame stream became a countdown, the pilot pursed his lips, and controlled the mecha to hit hard!
The output was so high that the mecha hit the evil dragon in the water and flew upside down. At this time, the offense and defense were reversed again! Mecha takes the lead!
Holding the evil dragon's tail whip, the mecha squeezed the beast with both hands and screamed in pain, then pulled the tail whip and spun it around, turning the gray water into a whirlpool and throwing it out!
Taking advantage of the opportunity for Nielong to fly away, the mecha rushed towards the hydraulic tunnel, but instead of floating up, he continued to dive. The forward flame flow, which was more powerful than the reverse flame flow, greatly enhanced the mecha's mobility. , in just tens of seconds, the mecha dived to the very bottom of the industrial reservoir and retrieved the alloy sword before it hit the bottom.
Hold the sword across the chest and cut back! !
Sonorous gold and iron intertwined, sharp roars and screams, and a tail whip fell, with ten sunken steel fingerprints on it.
The vicious and bloody nature was aroused, and even though the evil dragon lost a tail whip, this creature, which is ecologically the first among the dark species, naturally has the ability to regenerate. Especially when the offspring are taken away and all hope is lost, how can the evil dragon do it? Begrudging power.
The marrow blood burned fiercely, and this dark monster, half like a crocodile and half like a dragon, turned red.
Full color, extremely black and red blood oozing from under the skin. ..
The wound on the tail whip stopped bleeding, a white film appeared, and the flesh and blood rolled over, suddenly turning into a boneless tail. Even the left and middle heads were reborn, growing a head without bone support, but still intact. The left head is almost intact.
The thin body of human beings has hardly changed. From the birth of the human ancestor Protozoa 30 million years ago, to the ancient apes 3 million years ago, and the Homo sapiens 30,000 years ago, a wooden spear can fatally destroy the protein structure. An iron sword can cut limbs into pieces, and a bullet can penetrate five or six adults.
But this does not prevent humans from becoming the rulers of the earth. Within 20,000 years, humans have achieved greater success than the previous overlord of the earth: the dinosaurs. In another two hundred years, even if there is another comet, humans will not be able to kill them. , mourning and waiting to die.
There is no secret to this. The bestiality of human beings will lead to brutal killings, but the only human nature can make human beings break away from their instinctive desires, unconditionally trust the same kind and even the alien kind, and be willing to sacrifice their own demise in exchange for the development of the entire group.
At this time, Pilot did not think of the history of the alliance, nor did he think of how many people chose to sacrifice their lives to protect their country when the nuclear bombs fell more than a hundred years ago.
He didn't even think about his little family.
The tremors of the mecha reached a dangerous level. In front of the Evil Dragon, which had returned to its full glory, the decline of mankind's supreme weapon was clearly revealed. The swing of the sword was only enough to protect its key parts from being hit. Whether it was a stream of flames or a slash, it was Not enough to seriously injure the evil dragon.
With one hand supporting the evil dragon's sharp-toothed upper and lower jaws, the pilot finally reached for the first-level button.
Open the shield and press the red button.
The tremor ended, and the mecha's flames rose to pure blue.
That is the color of the sky, and that is the sky that humans can see every time they look up.
Mom, I will become a firefly.
