When Luo Yu put on his helmet and returned to the game world, he found that he was only a hundred meters away from the ground, and he became nervous.
The ejection seat may look inconspicuous, but it is not low in technology. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is one of the most complex supporting equipment on a fighter.
The whole device is composed of thousands of parts. The pilot only needs to ensure the height and pull the handle. The series of actions from exiting the cabin to landing are automatically completed according to the program.
It can be said to be very convenient.
However——
The premise of convenience is based on general circumstances.
Luo Yu would never believe that the ejection seat that Mosquito made for himself would have thousands of parts. It would be a conscience to have 500!
Thinking pessimistically, maybe the whole ejection seat is just a little gunpowder under the cushion, and the delayed fuse triggers the parachute to open.
As for the automated life-saving program...
Luo Yu thinks that it may be more appropriate to describe it as "seeking good luck".
The parachute swaying in the wind was like a boat drifting in a rapid current. With Luo Yu's sweaty rescue, it finally crashed to the ground without any danger.
After cutting the parachute rope that almost entangled his head with a dagger, Luo Yu held on to a rock and retched for a long time before looking up to observe the situation nearby.
This is a deserted Gobi desert, with coarse gravel and abrupt stones on the ground. Looking to the north, the view is wide, and looking to the south, there are layers of sand dunes and mountains.
No matter which direction you look, you can't see a trace of human figures.
Back to the ejection seat, Luo Yu turned out the deformed first aid kit from under the chair.
It contained a map, a compass, 1.25L of fresh water, 500g of compressed biscuits, and small tools for survival in the wild, such as a water filter, a flashlight, and a lighter, etc. for emergency use.
In addition, there is a 9mm caliber pistol and two pistol magazines.
For the first time, Brother Mosquito did not cut corners on such a "meaningless" thing, which made Luo Yu feel relieved.
However, when he got the map, he was stunned.
This is a civilian map from the pre-war era. Let alone useful geographical information, there is not even the most basic contour lines. The roads, buildings, and landmarks that could have been used as references have long disappeared today, more than two hundred years later.
"Oh my God... How can I locate this?!"
Just when Luo Yu was in trouble, he suddenly noticed the mountains in the south.
"Wait, the mountains are in the south?"
Luo Yu suddenly had an idea and suddenly remembered what Brother Zhandi had shared on the forum about Oasis No. 8.
"To the north of Oasis No. 8 is a group of mountains. After leaving the territory of the Golden Lizard Kingdom, the Wandering Swamp is beyond those mountains...hiss."
Luo Yu took a breath of cold air.
Good guy.
He actually floated to the territory of the academy!
However, this place should be some distance away from the Wandering Swamp. Looking around, it is still a desolate Gobi desert, and there is no trace of the swamp.
"The north of Luoxia Province... This is the only information. It turns out that I still have to go to a higher place to think of a solution."
Luo Yu looked at the mountains in the south.
Beyond that mountain is the Golden Lizard Kingdom. If it doesn't work, he can go to the Golden Lizard Kingdom to ask for directions. Now the Alliance is unstoppable in Luoxia Province. Even the former overlord of this desert, the Lion Kingdom, has become a de facto vassal of the Alliance. The local residents of Oasis No. 8 should not embarrass him.
And he remembered that the Eagle fighter that suddenly rebelled seemed to have landed in that direction.
I'll look for it along the way later.
With all the supplies, Luo Yu checked the magazine in the pistol and moved towards the Eagle fighter based on his memory of the time in the sky.
After walking southward for about an hour.
Just when Luo Yu was wondering if he had gone to the wrong place, he finally saw the propeller plane anchored on the flat ground.
The cabin glass was covered with spider web-like cracks, and it was dark around, so he couldn't see the situation inside clearly.
After opening the safety of the pistol, Luo Yu walked forward cautiously and shouted in non-standard human language.
"Hey, is the person inside still alive?"
No answer.
Luo Yu frowned and took out a flashlight to shine it up.
The light of the flashlight was printed on the cabin glass.
At the same time, there was a creaking sound in the cabin, and a face suddenly hit the cabin cover covered with spider web-like cracks.
The hideous face scared Luo Yu, and he almost pulled the trigger of the pistol to blow up the face, but fortunately he stopped at the last moment.
Good guy!
Eater? !
At the same time, a vague voice came from behind the glass covered with spider-web-like cracks.
"ba...ba..."
Luo Yu: "???"
What the hell?
He didn't remember that he had a son, and he was even more unwilling to admit that such an ugly guy was born by himself.
For a moment, he didn't even know who took advantage of whom.
However, the guy sitting in the cabin seemed to have recognized him and kept calling him, but his voice became weaker and weaker until it was completely silent.
Luo Yu swallowed his saliva.
Just as he was hesitating whether to go closer to take a look, a sound suddenly came from behind the boulder on the side.
Hearing the sound, he suddenly felt a warning in his heart, and immediately pointed the gun at that side and shouted.
"Who is it?"
A faint mosquito-like murmur came from behind the boulder, with a hint of unexpected grievance in the voice.
"... Eh."
Hearing that voice, Luo Yu was stunned on the spot.
His Adam's apple moved, he pressed down the muzzle of the gun in his hand, and tried with an uncertain voice.
"... Xiao Yu?"
"Eh!"
The voice instantly became cheerful.
There was a rustling sound behind the boulder, and a graceful figure soon appeared behind the boulder.
The edge of the scarlet "skirt" rolled like a wave, and Xiao Yu, who took small steps, quickly moved in front of him.
The abstract facial features could not reveal its expression, but the tentacles that swayed like snake hair showed its joy at a glance.
Luo Yu looked at Xiao Yu, who could no longer be called a little guy, in surprise.
I haven't seen it for a while, and it feels that it has grown a little taller, the armor on the skirt has also increased, and the outline of its facial features is closer to that of a human.
However, it did not completely change into its own appearance. It was more like using its own facial features as a template, blending some soft lines.
But what surprised him at this moment was not Xiaoyu's change, but why it appeared here.
Seeing the "Gnawer" in the cockpit of the "Eagle" fighter, he seemed to understand something in an instant, and looked at Xiaoyu in a daze.
"Is this... you did it?"
"Eh!" Xiaoyu made a cheerful sound, and it looked like a proud show-off.
Luoyu didn't know why he could understand its voice, but the emotions flowing in the melody were not difficult for him to understand.
Maybe this is the connection between blood.
After all, it is a special matrix synthesized by his own DNA template.
To be honest, the relationship between them is too complicated, and he himself didn't figure it out very clearly.
"... After this war is over, I still have to go to the Lost Valley again and ask the guy named Baige clearly."
But then again...
This guy's skills are a bit awesome!
Not only can it "zombify" the organism, but it can also allow it to retain some of its human experience and knowledge on the basis of "mental assimilation", and even actively inherit some of its experience and knowledge from the mother.
Although this statement sounds a bit scary, it is not unreasonable in the game.
It is better to say that this is in line with the setting of SSSR-level divine pets!
What the mother of death is is simply weak!
"Eh!"
Looking at Xiaoyu circling around him, Luoyu suddenly asked with an idea in his heart.
"You said... you have something to show me?"
"Eh!"
Xiaoyu nodded excitedly, and then took the initiative to walk in front, and did not forget to separate a tentacles to wrap around his wrist.
Luoyu looked back at the wreckage behind him, tapped his index finger on the headset, took a photo, and then followed Xiaoyu.
After walking for about twenty minutes, one person and one mother soon came to an open flat land.
I saw a huge propeller plane parked alone on the empty space with a pile of rotten stones.
When he saw the dragonfly transport plane, Luo Yu suddenly opened his eyes wide with excitement, clenched his fists, and took a lot of effort to restrain the words "I'm so proud" that came to his mouth.
"Good guy... did you drive this here?"
"Eh!"
Xiao Yu nodded his head with a look of joy and pride, and his expression of seeking credit was as if he was asking "Do you like it?"
"Haha! It's great!" Unable to hide his excitement, Luo Yu couldn't help but praise it, and reached out to touch Xiao Yu's head, "Well done!"
Now he didn't need anyone to pick him up.
He could fly the plane back by himself!
Putting away the gun in his hand, Luo Yu walked into the cabin happily and came to the cockpit with ease.
He didn't drive this transport plane much, but he had driven it once or twice, so it was not very difficult to operate.
The cockpit was full of slime mold, and the scarlet fungus almost swallowed the seat and climbed up the console and joystick.
Although this appearance looked a bit ferocious, Luo Yu had been with Xiao Yu for so long that he had long been accustomed to it and did not think it was a big deal.
Sitting in a familiar position, Luo Yu reached out and turned on the power switch, but when he looked at the dashboard, his eyebrows twitched violently.
I saw that the pointer was firmly attached to the 0 scale, and the battery was really squeezed dry without a drop left.
Luo Yu let go of his right hand holding the power switch with an uncomfortable look on his face and leaned back on the seat.
"I'm so angry!"
It was really that he just gave him a little hope, and immediately made him fall into despair.
Think about it.
How could the range of the dragonfly transporter be so far? He shouldn't have had such an unrealistic fantasy from the beginning.
Just when Luo Yu was frowning, Xiao Yu, who had just followed him into the cockpit, was unaware of the situation. He only heard a familiar voice and shouted excitedly.
"Zhao!"
Hearing the voice behind him, Luo Yu almost choked on his own saliva, jumped up from his seat, and quickly looked at the little guy beside him to educate him.
"Don't learn this thing, it's not a good thing."
"Eh?" Xiao Yu tilted his head, and the tentacles on the back of his head shook with confused ripples, as if he didn't quite understand his reaction.
Just as Luo Yu was lecturing Xiao Yu, several figures approached the Eagle fighter that the two had passed by before.
If Luo Yu was still here, he would be surprised that the pilot of the "Saber" that should have been blown up by him did not die, but survived.
But even if he didn't die, his gray and dirty look was not very optimistic.
At this moment, he was wearing a pair of avant-garde handcuffs on his hands, and was sandwiched between two armed guards like a prisoner.
Several men in white uniforms stood in front of him, staring at the propeller plane that was eroded by slime mold with interest and whispering to each other, as if they were discussing something.
"Mutated slime mold? There is slime mold in this godforsaken place?"
"The infected person's whole body tissues and slime molds are necrotic together, and the life characteristics have completely disappeared... It looks like a mummy."
"Interesting... It's necessary to study it."
Looking at the mess in the cabin, Yukar's face turned pale.
It turned out that it was a gnawer that fired at him in the sky just now...
What outrageous technology did those barbarians master!
Turning living people into gnawers, how evil it is!
The man standing in the first place turned his head and looked at the detained Yukar, and said with interest.
"There shouldn't be slime mold in Luoxia Province. These dirty things should be brought in from outside. Maybe you can give me some ideas?"
"I don't know," Yukar looked at the man with a sullen face, "How can I know what the guys who call themselves the Alliance have done? You might as well go ask them."
"Alliance..." A man who looked like an attendant next to him chewed the word repeatedly, thought for a long time and said, "I seem to have heard of it."
Another attendant spoke up.
"The survivor settlement mixed with the Enterprise seems to be called the Alliance."
"Yeah." The leading man nodded, "I've heard of it too."
Yukar stared at the group nervously and finally couldn't help asking.
"Who are you!"
The leading man didn't hide it and said it concisely.
"Li Ke, a member of the Special Projects Group of the Foreign Affairs Department, a Class B researcher."
When he heard the first half of the sentence, Yukar's face was blank, until he heard the word researcher, he reacted in an instant.
"You...are you from the academy?" There was a hint of disbelief in his voice.
"Yes," Li Ke glanced at him lightly, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, "Stupid 'Villant', congratulations on finally finding the blind spot."
"What do you want to do?" Yukal asked vigilantly.
"That's not something you can worry about."
Li Ke stretched out his index finger and gently scratched it.
Yukal only felt a slight sting in his wrist.
He looked at the man in front of him angrily, and was about to ask what this guy had done to him, but found that his throat seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't utter a syllable.
Cold sweat broke out from his forehead.
Yukal looked at him with horror.
Li Ke moved his eyes away from him without caring, and looked back at the Eagle fighter with slime mold growing all over the cockpit.
The slime mold and the infected host reached the end of their lives together, and the human cells and slime mold cells dried up at the same time, and no spores carrying genetic information were released.
This was the first time he had seen such a strange form of symbiosis.
There was no doubt that this was evil technology.
However——
His eyes flashed with interest, and he muttered to himself.
"Interesting."
...
The next day, in the evening.
The convoy, dragging a full load of tanks and armored grenadiers, finally arrived at the checkpoint below Hill 330 along the winding mountain road.
Sitting on a truck in the middle of the team, the man with a beard buried in his scarf looked in the direction of Hill 330, and a trace of excitement appeared on his face.
Beyond that mountain was a plateau, and beyond that was the territory of the Honey Badger Kingdom.
After going through numerous hardships, he finally returned here.
Not only was the Marshal of the Restoration Army, Yade, excited, but also a group of Restoration Army soldiers who followed the Skeleton Corps to launch an offensive.
Unlike these soldiers, most of the players sitting on the trucks had depressed expressions on their faces.
Many players drove for nearly two days without encountering any decent resistance.
This feeling of having strength but nowhere to use it was too uncomfortable!
Right in front of the convoy, the guard post's railing was horizontal.
The construction site boy and the brick, with a rifle hanging on his chest, walked forward with a few strength players and shouted to the stopped convoy with a smile.
"Stop in front! Leave the toll!"
The elf king Fugui, sitting on the tank body, shouted with a grin.
"Are two 155mm rounds enough? If not, another one!"
"Yes! Delivery to your door?"
"It must be delivered to your door! You point to a place and we will deliver it to you right away!"
The construction site boy and the brick's eyes lit up and said with a grin.
"So good? Then help us get rid of the corps leader."
Irena, who was sitting next to Brother Fugui, was immediately amused when she heard this.
"Brother, there is a story behind what you said."
Elf King Fugui also asked curiously.
"Tell me, how did Brother Shui abuse you?"
The young man and the brick on the construction site sighed and said with a sad face.
"Alas! It's all tears if I talk too much! Ever since our corps leader asked for a batch of tricycles from the logistics department, Brother Shui has never treated the brothers as human beings."
The newbie named Outlaw Madman on the side also had a sad expression.
"I'm almost falling apart after riding a tricycle all the way. This game is too difficult!"
Another newbie nodded in agreement.
"That's right! It's too inhumane!"
The newbies were complaining at the same time, and the big-eyed man who was paddling on the edge with a cane happened to come from behind the back post.
This guy is really miserable.
He led a few newbies of intelligence to charge the high ground, but he was only cool for three seconds. He died after running two steps up the mountain.
It would be fine if he really died, but he was not completely dead.
Later, when cleaning the battlefield, he was pulled out from the pile of dead bodies by his teammates. It was found that he was only shot in the leg and did not hurt the vital parts at all. The reason why he could not connect was probably because he hit his head when he fell to the ground and was physically unconscious.
Considering that there were not many opportunities for intelligence to charge, Da Yan did not choose to ask his teammates to help "counterattack" without wasting a little experience.
Listening to the complaints of those newbies, the expression of the edge paddling was a little embarrassed. Just when he wanted to appease the emotions of everyone, the debt-ridden Da Yan was one step faster than him and said with a smile.
"You don't understand this. Gene sequences become stronger only when you use them more! On the surface, you have paid with sweat, but in fact, you have also grown in sweat. Isn't it more comfortable to think about it this way?"
Several newbies were slightly stunned. It sounded so reasonable that they were almost convinced by him.
However, the construction site guy didn't fall for it. He knew this guy too well. Without saying a word, he threw the gun aside and rolled up his sleeves.
"Don't listen to this intelligence-oriented guy. The kid must be talking nonsense to us. Brothers, follow me and let him see the power of cattle and horses!"
Looking at the construction site guy who led the charge, Da Yan panicked.
"Fuck, I'm a wounded soldier, don't mess around!"
Unable to run away with a cane, he saw that begging for mercy was useless, so he could only look at the edge of the water for help.
"Brother Shui, save me!"
The edge of the water glanced at him and dodged a step to the side.
"You guys, if you attract less hatred, you'll be fine."
"That's right! Even the manager can't save you today!" The construction site guy looked at the lawless man next to him, "You guys, each of you lift one arm, I'll go find a telephone pole!"
"Okay!"
Several strength players smiled evilly and lifted Big Eyes up, ignoring the latter's strange cries, and went to the high ground to find a telephone pole.
Sitting on the truck, Yade stared at the commotion in front of him blankly, and said for a while.
"What's going on over there?"
Mole coughed.
"Ahem, nothing... Those strength beasts are probably pent up. Don't worry, they are just joking with their good brothers, no one will die."
Compared to the speed of the agility system and the endurance of the constitution system, the strength system is indeed not very popular now, but who can say what will happen in the future?
Each generation has a new god.
For an old player like him who has experienced the entire process of version changes, these are just basic operations.
In fact, to be fair, the power system is still the most suitable choice for newbies. It not only upgrades quickly, but also has no threshold to get started.
No matter how much other systems are strengthened, it cannot change the fact that more than half of the awakened people in the alliance are power systems.
Yade was stunned and looked at the corps commander blankly.
What does it mean to be so stifled?
I don't know if it's a grammatical problem.
He always felt that this statement sounded a little wrong.
Without explaining to the NPC, or even noticing that there was an inexplicable misunderstanding, Mole waved out of the car window, and soon the guard post's railing was raised to let the convoy pass.
Mole got out of the car next to the edge brother and said with a smile.
"We just received the mission. The command asked us to cross the 330 highland and move northwest along the edge of Oasis No. 3."
Bian Pashui asked.
"Has the offensive route been adjusted?"
Mole smiled and nodded.
"Well, according to the intelligence from the battlefield guy, the legion intends to abandon Oasis No. 3. Our mission is to stick to the ass of these defeated soldiers and annihilate their living forces as much as possible, so that we will encounter less resistance when we march to Oasis No. 2."
Bian Pashui whistled.
"It seems that we have to go on our own for the rest of the journey."
"That's right, and the truck you left on the way will arrive the day after tomorrow, so you can rest here for two days. From here to the north, you won't encounter too fierce resistance all the way, and you will probably meet fellow villagers who are ready to welcome the king's army. You just need to cooperate with the Restoration Army of the Honey Badger Kingdom to push forward, and it's our turn to fight two tough battles."
Speaking in a teasing tone, the mole suddenly remembered something, glanced at the back of the long convoy and continued.
"By the way, on our way to Hill 330, we encountered several disorganized troops. Some of them were led by the Weylanders and some were led by puppet army officers. We have disarmed them and asked them to continue along the original route. If nothing goes wrong, they should arrive at Hill 330 by this time tomorrow. Please recruit them then."
Bianbianhuashui frowned.
"Clone Regiment?"
Mole nodded.
"Yes."
Bianbianhuashui scratched the back of his head.
"What should we do with those clones?"
The clone regiments that the Alliance encountered before basically fought until the last clone fell, and then the grassroots officers began to surrender.
It was the first time he encountered clones who surrendered with the officers.
To be honest, the Alliance still has no specific definition of whether those guys are human beings.
This is not hypocritical.
It is related to a very realistic problem - should they be tried and reformed as ordinary prisoners of war for the purpose of liberation, or should they be included in the category of "purification" like mutants.
They are not animals without minds, but mentally retarded with incomplete minds.
Mole shrugged his shoulders and made a helpless expression.
"How would I know? Anyway, you just watch them first, and ask the administrator how to deal with them."