Little Mushroom

Silence often means facing critical decisions.

Save, or not save.

"Can you still reach the dungeon?" A voice broke the silence.

"No reply."

"The meeting in the first meeting room is over. With the available resources, if the city can be guaranteed to survive, it can last for three to ten days."

"Doesn't guarantee the survival of the whole city?"

"Only guaranteeing the supply of resources for the Twin Towers and Eden, for fifteen to thirty days, without considering climate factors."

"In extreme cases, core personnel are transferred to the underground refuge in Eden, and long-term survival can be considered."

"One more hope."

Silence again.

Finally, someone said: "Can you save?"

The lieutenant's gaze looked around the room. An Zhe listened to the broadcast of the convening meeting. He knew that at this time the room was full of the highest-ranking officers of the Command, Staff and Operation Center. On the front line.

However, even Anzhe knows what a dangerous place the front line will be this time. What makes the most perfect human bases on the verge of falling, even the artificial magnetic poles cannot be kept?

Perhaps by the time reinforcements arrive there, it has become a dead city. Perhaps before reaching their destination, the team crashed in the storm, fell on the ground, or in the Pacific Ocean. Or, the northern base helped the dungeon base with its own arms storage, so that the next time a heterogeneous joint attack on it, it lost its resistance.

In the long silence, An Zhe heard Lu Yan said: "I'm going."

The lieutenant looked at him for a long time.

"You are the best candidate," he said.

An Zhe looked at Lu Yan, and he knew why Lieutenant General said Lu Lu was the best candidate.

In different areas on the same continent, there are still huge differences between monsters and monsters, and the northern base and the dungeon base are separated by a Pacific Ocean, where the monster's habits and fighting methods may be completely unknown.

Who can best adapt to this unknown?

-People who often go to the abyss. The abyss monsters are chaotic and crazy, and almost all the mutated patterns have traces on them.

At this time another officer said: "I am good at directing large-scale joint operations and applying for travel."

"Captain of AR137," Lu Yan said, "correspondent, please ask if he volunteers."

"Mr. Hubbard agreed to go."

The meeting was over. When leaving here, the lieutenant stopped Lu Yan.

"Who does the work of the Trial Chamber?"

"My lieutenant."

"Can he?"

"can."

After going out, Serran came over, and the work area of ​​the trial court was in this building, and he whispered, "Colonel."

Lu Yan answered lightly.

In the dim light, Thuran's eyes were red. Lu Yan left, and he still had many things to prepare.

Thurland asked him to rest in the courtroom's office. On the way, Anzh excuses him to go out. He climbed to the 13th floor, and the doorway of D1344 was still lit with researcher's voice. They said that time is urgent-precisely because of time, all research must be completed in seconds. An Zhe lowered his head. His body as a mushroom was too fragile and soft, and he could not rush in. He returned to the first floor lobby.

People came and went in the hall, and Selan came to him. An Zhe didn't say anything, he watched it all quietly. Busy, moving crowds, constantly ringing radio, bright lights and intermittent current supply. All this happened quickly, and the fate of humankind was as fickle as the aurora in the sky.

At eleven in the evening, the equipment center reported that the mission was completed.

At 12 o'clock in the evening, the logistics department reported that the mission was completed.

At 1 am, the PL1109 was overhauled and the fighter formation set sail.

The dull booming sound came from afar. The ground commander needed a wide field of vision, the separation wall rose, hot rays and strong winds surfacing, and everyone backed out to a safe area deep in the hall. A row of lights in the distance lit up distantly. Anzhe tried to look over there. The lights of the wings and the nose outlined the huge outline of the fighter, three PL1109 fighters, and an entire flight formation.

PL1109, Anzhe knows it. A masterpiece of human science and technology, a full-radiation shielded shell, and an independent cruise system without the need for a magnetic field guide. Human beings have long foreseen and prepared for the coming disaster, but no one knows how the prediction and preparation will work.

And he finally knew why the roads at the base were all repaired so smooth, firm and wide. The military base tightly connected to the city center, the huge buffer zone, the tarmac, the runway everywhere ... People built it 100 years ago. All this is not because of beauty or order, but because everything in the main city of this human base is to deal with possible war,

Another gate opened and several officers in black combat uniforms came out.

Among the several people, An Zhe can see Lu Yan at a glance-this man's figure is straight and straight, and the lines are clean and clear. It seemed more casual, which magnified the nature of that bad thing on him.

But An Zhe does not intend to call him a bad thing tonight. Lu Yan is a very good human.

Lu Yan came over to him, with his original uniform jacket in his arms, and Seran took it.

"Follow Seran, don't run around." Lu Yan looked at An Zhe, said.

He told Thran again: "Buy him."

Obviously it was a few simple words, but An Zhe always felt that he heard the meaning of threats from it, as if he would be punished if he ran away.

He frowned and looked up at the man.

Lu Yan stretched out his hands and rubbed his folded hair casually.

His eyes were not as indifferent or harsh as usual, and An Zhe even thought that his eyes were a bit soft.

This man was determined to go to a dungeon base on the other side of the earth. An Zhe felt like he should say something, such as let him pay attention to safety, or take care of himself ...

He opened his mouth and felt that the colonel was probably used to this life. He seemed to be able to handle everything without telling him.

In the end, Anzhe only said, "... I cooked mushroom soup tonight."

No matter how good the heat preservation pot is, it is not as delicious as when it was hot.

Lu Yan smiled lightly.

"Thank you," he said, "come back for me."

Those eyes-the glowing shimmering eyes at the deepest part of the summer night jungle looked at Anzhe.

He seemed to lean down slightly. For a moment, An Zhe felt that Lu Yan wanted to get close to him, but that feeling was fleeting.

"Maybe I can't come back," Lu Yan said with a mute voice. "Take care of yourself."

An Zhe said, "Yeah," he watched Lu Yan turned around, left without looking back, and walked into the temporary boarding corridor.

This is the first time that he looked at Lu Yan's back and went away, unable to remember. He doesn't know why this person can always go forward, he can shoot at his compatriots without hesitation, and he can sacrifice his life at any time.

Outside, the sand storm came along with the gale, and the night covered them, making the flying dust and gravel like an endless night mist-just in this vast night and moon, the buzzing of the engine sounded, and the whole body was dark. The PL1109 fighter set off smoothly.

Its spread wings and wings resemble a huge bird, and the farther and higher in the Anzhe sight line, the smaller and smaller it becomes a slight invisible black spot, and finally disappears in the brilliant Milky Way across the horizon.

A distant roar was a sound boom, and the fighter accelerated again.

Anzhe couldn't find it at all.

Everyone looked up at the endless night sky. In the hall, there was a solemn silence. It took a long time before the people dispersed.

Anzhe was still standing there, and the sound of light footsteps sounded behind him. It was Serran.

"I sometimes wonder why the colonel chose me as his successor. What qualities and guidelines does he think a judge should have?" Serran said, "Now I think, contrary to what people do, it is not cold, it is kindness."

"Human interest is above all else. It is not kindness to one person, but kindness to the whole destiny of mankind. This is the source of unshakable faith." Serran's voice was very light and dumb. One hundred years later, people don't have to face everything we face now, if humans exist at that time. "

An Zhe didn't speak, he looked up at the starry night sky, a boundless splendid ocean.

General Thuran draped over him.

"When the aurora lights up again, the colonel will return."