Chapter 2170 Ma Hongyun's joining

The door of the operating room was unlocked, and more and more people were queuing here. Do you want to participate in the operation? There were endless whispering sounds in the crowd, which made the underground base, which seemed a little depressing, add a bit of terrifying atmosphere.

"I don't know when it's our turn to die. It's really my turn. I'm afraid I have to come and have a trip. I heard that ordinary people can participate in that kind of combat mission. Half of the survival rate of half of them are already very high."

"Oh, members of small tribes like us are cannon fodder wherever they go, and they have to work hard wherever they go. They are the first to die. I heard that the operation is very painful. I think I might as well eat and drink here and enjoy the last few days of my life. When it's my turn, I'll die on the battlefield. What a bullshit fight for ourselves? Now in this world, where is our turn to fight for ourselves?"

The whispering voice soon received many people's approval. They were all the lowest-level families on the grassland and had been fed up with the oppression of various major families for many years. They had no strength and confidence, and the strongest people in the family may have the strength of the second-level. During the war between the Golden Family, these small families were either unlucky people affected by the battlefield or were forced to recruit them to participate in hard labor. What's even more unlucky is that they were sent directly to the battlefield and used as cannon fodder.

This situation is actually not much different from previous years. It is just a matter of being sent to the battlefield as cannon fodder. However, this year's battle is particularly tragic. There may be more deaths than in previous years.

"Don't talk nonsense. This time is different from previous years. You don't believe that we are fighting for ourselves, but think about it carefully. In the past wars, when we were treated as cannon fodder, we rushed forward to test the enemy's attacks and consumed their true energy. When we were almost dead, the opposite side would consume a huge amount. Only real masters would take action.

The non-commissioned officers here, who are capable, are all leading by example and launching charges with us. Many times they use their bodies to block the front of ordinary soldiers. Can such non-commissioned officers be the same as before?”

"Don't be brainwashed by the people they promote. These people are just better at playing with people's hearts than the golden families we have encountered before. I see that many people around me have also been brainwashed, and now they admire them very much. They really regard them as heroes who sacrifice themselves for others. How can such a thing be possible that people who sacrifice themselves for others have already died?

If you ask me, you have never been to the battlefield, and those who have been to the battlefield are basically dead, and those who can come back alive will be theirs. Then, then the experience of the battlefield will not be allowed to be arranged. As for our own people coming back from the battlefield, do anyone really dare to tell the truth? Are you not afraid of being killed and silenced after telling the truth. I think when I go to the battlefield, I will definitely be cannon fodder, otherwise why would so many people die?"

There are support and refutations. Some friends around them have gone to the battlefield and survived the experience of life and death. They tell their own personal experiences. But people who have not experienced all of this often do not believe it. They do not believe that some people can go against human nature. They do not believe in those great principles. They do not believe in any idea that can really make people sacrifice their lives.

Just when they couldn't make a conclusion, a noise suddenly came from the crowd, and then the crowd separated to both sides like a tide. He saw a warrior wearing power armored armor covered in blood. He walked past the crowd and walked towards the unlocking of the operating room.

A strong smell of blood came from this man. Even though his armor had undergone a simple cleaning, there were still a large amount of blood stains in the gap. You can even see scattered meat hanging on the chainsaw sword around your waist. You can imagine what a tragic battle he had just experienced. The deep scratches on the armor were enough to prove that this was a veteran of the war, and the specific model of armor on his body also proved that he was not an ordinary soldier. Those who were qualified to customize the armor were definitely the top leaders in the army, at least they inherited the Taoist marks of others. The group of people with far superior strength.

At this moment, I saw him take off his helmet, put it aside, revealing his face, and said tiredly to the medical staff at the door of the operating room: "Do you have unlocking surgery for me. The opponent has already started to send five-turn masters to block me. Three-five-turn masters, I can't beat my current strength. The team I lead is all slaves like me. Every time I take them out, I am entangled by the enemy and cannot help them. As a result, our team is the most powerful and the most miserable. I don't want to see them sacrifice like this again.

I have to become stronger now. Everyone is working hard for victory. And I just want to hammer the heads of the old nobles. A group of bitches raised by the things we finally live like a person. Now we still want us to continue being dogs, so don’t blame me for pulling them to die together.”

Someone had recognized him as he spoke. This face often appeared in the newspapers of the underground base. It was promoted as a combat hero and as a model for the counterattack of the lower class. He was once a slave. After joining the underground base, he also started from the bottom class, even if he gained freedom. He was too lazy to give himself a nice name and continued to use his own number.

It’s not because he likes his number. It’s just because he never minds letting others know his slave origin. Now he has accumulated step by step with his military achievements and has become one of the representatives of the highest level of the military. He has the strength comparable to a five-turn expert. With a set of power armor specially created for him, he has extremely high mobility on the battlefield and comes and goes freely.

His existence is in the eyes of ordinary people present. It is like an existence at the level of the head of the Golden Family. He is a high-ranking person who can only look up to the great person who is unlikely to be able to contact in this life. He is also a talent in the royal court, even if it fails, he will definitely survive.

Even if people like this are defeated and captured during the battle of the royal court, they will eventually survive and join another family because of the victor's love. After all, their ability is obtained by the wealth accumulated by countless people. If they are killed directly, it would be a waste.

Such masters seem to be on the front line on the battlefield. In fact, according to their past experience, there is no life danger, at least the life danger is very small. But at this moment, this person actually appeared at the door of the unlocked operating room with a mortality rate of nearly 50%.

The medical staff who received him frowned: "Don't you think about it more? The mortality rate of unlocking surgery is very high. Without the will to survive anyway, it is almost impossible to survive the unlocking surgery.

If you perform unlocking surgery with the mentality of seeking liberation, it will almost certainly fail.

Moreover, there is no lack of powerful combat power like you on the front battlefield. There are very few individual combat powers that can fight against the five-turn among us. If you have an accident during the unlocking operation, the situation on the front line will probably be even more difficult to support."

The refugees watching around all closed their mouths. All the whispering sounds stopped and they looked at them intently. This was a big man who was out of reach in their eyes. I wanted to see what choices the other party would make.

"I don't care about these things, what are you afraid of? Haven't I completed your test? It's the one that uses power supply. I've survived it. What else do you have to say? I can't do it if others can unlock the surgery, right?

Who can fight this war? Even if I die on the operating table, isn’t the body still left in the underground base? As long as the body is still fresh, the Taoist marks on my body can be transferred to others. I have contacted those who can inherit my Taoist marks. The medical department has also approved my application. This is a document related to the donation of my body. I have signed all of them. As long as I die, the body will be donated free of charge to any soldier who is willing to sacrifice for this war."

Now even the medical staff at the scene had no reason to stop him, so they could only look at him with awe and watched him walk into the operating room.

In the crowd, Ma Hongyun clasped his hands together and silently wished his friend. He hoped that his luck would bring good luck to the people around him and allow him to survive the operation of wandering between life and death. And the other heroes who saw this scene were all in a long silence.

If the propaganda machine tells them, it may be artificially arranged. What people who survived on the battlefield may also be told by coercion and temptation. But what you see with your own eyes now cannot be fake.

There is no need for senior executives in the army to try dangerous operations with their lives as a bet. Even if a person like this directly surrenders on the battlefield, he will definitely be treated well when he goes to the opposite side. However, the operation is indeed a mortality rate of nearly half. It is really not a last resort, no one dares to gamble.

But he still walked in the operating room with so many choices. Only when he has a pursuit that is more important than life can he explain this.

At one moment, the news spread to ten, and ten hundred. Gradually, many people who did not believe in the difference between the underground base and the former Golden Family began to believe that the organization they joined was different. They were sent to the battlefield, not just to die in vain. Instead, they were really working hard to survive. Their equipment was relatively poor, not so thick armor. It was not because they were outsiders and were treated differently. It was because they did not have enough time to conduct military training and more advanced and complex equipment. In their hands, they could not exert the power of those equipment, which could increase their mortality rate.

Those who successfully unlocked the operation all distributed stronger equipment. There was no distinction between being outsiders or the indigenous people who had arrived here in the early stages of the construction of the underground base.

War is the exam that best tests the cohesion of an organization. In this exam, the Underground Survival Alliance obviously delivered a good answer.

Two hours passed, and the dying No. 39 was pushed out of the operating room and pushed to the medical room next door. The medical staff were working hard to rescue, but everyone knew that the unlocking operation failed and was almost bound to die. Many people were pushed out on the dying side before. They were also sent to the operating room for emergency rescue and none of these people survived.

As first aid in the operating room progressed, everyone's heartbeat could not help but be pulled and beat rapidly with the flashing of the light. They hoped that this general who was willing to sacrifice his life to liberate all the slaves in the world would survive.

Even the person who had just arrived at the underground base was subconsciously praying for him. But if a miracle really happened so easily, it would not be called a miracle.

Just now at the door of the operating room, he claimed that he would kill all the golden family and liberate all slaves. The majestic top master was already a cold corpse when he was pushed out of the operating room again.

I don’t know when it started to choke among the people around the operating room. They didn’t know why, they were obviously a person who had nothing to do with their lives. However, they touched their emotions and made their eyes moist.

Just as the masses were silent, Ma Hongyun took a deep breath, wiped his swollen eyes, and walked out of the crowd. Although No. 39 is not his best friend, it can be regarded as the first friend he made in the underground base.

At this moment, he lined up and blocked the body of No. 39. For some reason, he seemed to have a unique temperament on his body. As he stood up, everyone subconsciously separated, he gave him a way.

"Let me inherit the Taoist marks on him, brother, I will complete the career you have not completed for you."

"Don't make trouble. It's not that easy to inherit his Taoist sedan. The five-level Taoist sedan must test the matching degree of the heirs. If the match is not good, it is not good enough, and even if the inheritance comes, it will not be able to exert its strength."

"It's okay, I'm different. You can apply to your superiors now and hit the report to the highest level. Then tell them that there is a battlefield engineer named Ma Hongyun who wants to inherit the will of his friend. The report goes up and tell the Supreme Commander that I am in a state of great luck and are willing to devote myself to the cause of liberating slaves all over the world. Ask him if he dares to continue!"

From the beginning, Ma Hongyun knew that as long as he kept a low profile, he could survive no matter what desperate situation he encountered, because luck would always protect him. As long as he didn't want to go to the frontal battlefield, he would never have to face crises on the battlefield.

But at this moment, the body of my close friend was lying in front of me, interpreting his will to him with his life, and he finally could not continue to remain indifferent.

The owner of the Hongyun Qitian Gu is almost impossible to die unless his goal is so large that this eight-turn Gu insect appears extremely small.

【To be continued】

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