Azila hugged her knees, opened her tearful eyes, looked at the ruined hometown that had already changed in the night, and asked in a low voice, "Then who did the wrong thing?"
After a moment of silence, Xu Le replied directly, "I don't know."
At his request, Azila forcibly suppressed her disgust for that memory and repeated it again in as much detail as possible.
After hearing the girl's description of the burly Federation officer, he frowned, pulled out a photo from his watch many years ago, and asked, "Xiong Linquan, are you sure this is the pronunciation? Then take a look, is it this person? "
Azila was startled by the light screen that popped up on his watch. She stroked her chest with her little hand, and after calming down a little, she recognized the burly man on the light screen with a silly grin while holding a horrible big gun. She nodded and then added softly, "His hair is not so long."
Xu Le thought for a moment, pulled out Paul's photo, and asked, "Is he the brave warrior of the empire you mentioned?"
Azila nodded again, then looked at Xu Le's eyes curiously and asked in surprise, "How do you know it's them? And you have their photos. "
Xu Le scratched his head, not knowing how to answer this question. He tilted his head and looked to the east, trying to avoid the girl's puzzled eyes, but he noticed that the brilliance on the horizon had disappeared.
The round and white huge moon hid behind the thick lead clouds, and the weather-beaten and damaged Ferre City was swallowed by the absolute night. Xu Le narrowed his eyes and looked at the thick clouds above his head that seemed to be dripping wet, but it never rained. Thinking of the vague information that Philip sent before entering the electronic chaos shield, he could not help but laugh self-deprecatingly.
He came to Mo Hua Planet to find Paul, and he was also very worried about the old guys of Group 7, but he did not expect them to be together now, so his worries doubled. ,
He looked back at the sad side of the empire girl's face in silence, thinking that if he had not saved her, he would not have known the whereabouts of those guys. Was this the arrangement of fate?
Through Azra's narration, Xu Le found out that Xiong Linquan had killed the two Federation officers who had raped her. This was within his expectations. Group 7 had done a lot of dirty work for the government back then, but that didn't mean that they didn't have a bottom line and taste. He knew what kind of people his former subordinates were.
Federation soldiers like Xiong Linquan, women and children were basically not killed, but Empire men were killed casually, especially soldiers — the rule of strictly killing prisoners was not in line with Group 7's violent aesthetics.
Paul was still in extreme danger, and Xu Le knew that he had to find them as soon as possible. He pulled out the night military map and found the location where Xiong Linquan and others last appeared three days ago. Then he narrowed his eyes and looked at Ferre City in the night, stretching out his right index finger and pointing into the distance.
His finger pointed at the ruined city, moving slowly along with the artillery fire that lit up from time to time between the buildings on the street corners. Xu Le's pair of knife-like thick eyebrows were deeply furrowed, his mind turning quickly, thinking hard about where that ghost-like Federation team had gone.
Countless battle scenes flashed through his mind quickly. He recalled the details of every battle and mission of Group 7 in the 5460 glaciers, in the 3320 rocky peaks, in the streams, and in the streets of the city. He recalled the content of the notes that the old team members took seriously during Magnolia's tactics class.
Xu Le gradually made some vague judgments in his heart, so he gently lifted the hair in front of his forehead like a certain someone, revealing a gentle smile.
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In the darkest hours of the morning, Xu Le left the temporary camp in the bushes with the young girl Azila, taking advantage of the safest time to quickly move forward along the northeast edge of Ferre City.
He carried a heavy military bag on his shoulder and held a modified gun that neither the Empire nor the Federal forces had. He jumped between the sycamore trees with the young girl, passing by the black stains of old blood, encountering the Federation's reconnaissance team in the morning, and saw a few cold Empire mechs in the twilight.
The gun in Xu Le's hand never fired. He strictly followed the rules of the military tactical manual, avoiding those dangers in a thrilling and seemingly simple way. Even though he was carrying a delicate young girl, he still did not have any loopholes.
In the second night, he and Azila entered Ferre City's Second Theater to rest for a while. Then they found that the theater was densely packed with the corpses of Empire civilians.
The corpses had long rotted and deformed, most of them revealing the eerie white bones piled up randomly, proving that this massacre had been going on for a long time. Because the war was too tragic, it seemed that the Empire did not care about the dignity of these people after they died.
Standing beside the frightened and bewildered Azila, Xu Le was stimulated by a certain smell in the theater. He narrowed his eyes, thinking of the mass grave he saw in the glacier years ago. That was the blood evidence of the Empire's army slaughtering the West Woods civilians. Then what did this bleak scene prove?
That year, when the officer named Arthur refused to carry out the massacre and was shot to death, did any of the Federal forces who opened fire in the theater stand up for him?
Looking at the rotting corpses, Xu Le was silent for a long time. Then he shook his head and left the theater with the young girl Azila.
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After successfully escaping the crossroads where the battle was most intense, Xu Le brought the young girl Azila to an Imperial military camp. After his identity was confirmed, he was greeted with fear and trepidation by the highest commander of the camp. So he did not hesitate to ask the commander to settle this poor girl down.
Before leaving, the young girl Azila lifted the hem of her dress, which had turned gray, and bowed to him. Then she said in a very serious tone, "I know what is wrong. War is wrong."
"But war is just a noun. It does not know what is right or wrong," Xu Le replied after thinking for a while. "Only people know."
After saying this, he didn't linger and left the military camp, heading towards the city again. The people he was looking for should still be in the city.
The mixed NTR team led by Xiong Linquan was like a real ghost, appearing and disappearing amidst the smoke, gunfire, and ruins. Many of the empire's troops sensed their existence, but they could not find their specific location. The federal military also did not have a grasp of their whereabouts.
Just because others could not find them did not mean that Xu Le could not find them. The route he took to escape with the young girl Azila did not deviate from his tracking plan. That afternoon, he arrived outside a courtyard in the countryside southeast of Ferre City.
Lead clouds still hung overhead, but the density was much less than in the center of the city. The Federation and the Empire's close-range fighter jets were engaged in a desperate battle in the sky. From time to time, there would be fighter jets dragging long fiery tails as they plummeted to the ground at high speed and exploded violently.
The degree of radio interference here was much lower, but the long-range equipment Xu Le used to communicate with Philip had been damaged in the past few days of concealment and tracking. It was very difficult to pinpoint his location.
Xu Le looked at the small courtyard dozens of meters away. He walked to the side of a broken tree and squatted down. He looked at the fresh soil and smiled slightly. He dug up with his military knife and found some waste like nutrition bars and a few rolls of blood-stained bandages.
When Group 7 carried out their mission, they would choose to bury the waste produced in the previous twenty-four hours in a secluded area outside the camp every time they arrived at a temporary camp. This was to prevent the enemy from using the garbage left in the room to determine their direction.
Every unit had their own special combat style and even tactical details. Group 7's details were not in their tactical manual, but in the minds of every member. No one knew.
However, this definitely did not include Xu Le.
Along the way, he had constantly used similar methods to confirm the location of Xiong Linquan and the others. Xiong Linquan and the others would never have thought that the details they used to conceal their tracks would instead become a beacon that exposed their movements.
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The southwest war zone, which had not rained for a long time, suddenly began to drizzle. Xu Le, who had completely hidden his body behind the broken tree, narrowed his eyes and glanced at the sky. He casually lifted the rain hat behind him and covered his head. Then, he carefully extended his lens and observed the activity in the small courtyard.
There should be someone in the triangular attic. The window was covered in a thick layer of dust, but the broken hole next to it had a somewhat fresh smell. Was it a peephole or a crosshair? Why was there a thin alloy wire in the cabbage nursery? Was it a booby trap or something?
Also, there was the treehouse on the broad-leaved tree to the west of the small courtyard. The war had lasted for three years. Could it be that there were still Imperial children who dared to climb up to play? Why were there military boot marks on the bark of that tree?
The NTR team led by Xiong Linquan had made extremely thorough security preparations for this small courtyard. However, for Xu Le, these preparations hidden in the dark were too easy to discover. They were too familiar, so familiar that he actually felt a bit moved.
As if he had returned to the scene of the tactical drill back in the camp, Xu Le licked his slightly dry lips. Following the path he judged to be the safest, he quietly approached the small courtyard. His right hand slowly extended over the courtyard wall.
However, just as he was about to quietly sneak in, a gunshot rang out in the small courtyard. Even with a silencer, in this quiet space, it was still extremely clear and crisp.
The bullet brushed past his right hand and entered the brick wall, splashing up a few pieces of sharp red dust.
Xu Le suddenly crouched down against the wall and thought in annoyance, "There's actually another hidden and strange point. When did these guys become so crafty?"
The raindrops gradually became heavier, hitting his clothes, the red brick wall, and the wild leaves growing in the nursery in the courtyard with pitter-patter sounds.
After that gunshot, there was no more movement in the small courtyard. Xu Le hugged his gun and leaned against the wet brick wall. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the mist between heaven and earth, but he didn't say anything.
Sneaking in had already become an extravagant hope, and he definitely wouldn't shoot inside. Due to some very complicated psychological factors, he also didn't want the people inside to know who he was. So, what else could he do other than wait in the rain?
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