Wild Journey

Chapter 1 Hostage | "We can only... save ourselves"

19: 03.

The dark and damp dungeon was as cold as an ice cellar, and rude yelling came from the end of the corridor, piercing the nightmare like an invisible sharp knife.

The girl woke up suddenly, covered in cold sweat before she knew it, and the nerves in her skull were aching. She clutched her forehead in discomfort, and the black jacket she wore fell off with her movements.

The girl picked up the jacket and handed it to the young man next to her: "Thank you."

The young man didn't answer, and said flatly, "You can wear it."

The stone wall was icy cold, and there was a bone-piercing chill. The girl shivered from the cold, but she didn't refuse. She brushed up her long hair, put on her jacket, and asked casually, "How long have I been sleeping... No, we were imprisoned." How long has it been?"

The young man raised his right hand and slowly moved his fingertips. The pupils under the single lens were amber-like light brown, reflecting some abrupt light spots. After a while, he said absent-mindedly: "It's been four hours. .”

The iron gate clanged and two soldiers entered.

The two soldiers were tall and tall, armed with guns and fully armed. They both wore black masks, with only their eyes exposed. They scanned the men and women in the prison, as if they were watching pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered in a slaughterhouse.

There were panicked murmurs in the cell, and people backed away subconsciously.

One of the soldiers swept across the prison with a blank gun, as if warning, the other soldier stepped forward and grabbed the young man beside the iron bed.

The young man panicked and shouted: "What are you doing! Let me go!"

"Be honest!" The soldier picked him up and dragged him out of the prison.

"We are technical arms, protected by associations and alliances! You can't hurt me, you... you are breaking the law!"

The young man yelled excitedly. His glasses fell to the ground during the struggle and were trampled to pieces. He raised his arms in a panic, grabbed the fence, and refused to let go like he was holding on to a life-saving straw. Finally, he stopped the soldiers. .

The soldier paused, then looked back contemptuously, and with all his might, he pulled the man down and dragged him outside the iron gate.

The soldier raised his pistol and pressed it between the young man's forehead.

The young man's eyes were full of horror, and his voice trembled slightly because of fear: "Don't! I have money, and I have money for you! Don't kill me—"

boom.

The young man's words came to an abrupt end.

People stared blankly at the execution scene outside the fence, and there was no sound.

"The ones who killed were you technical soldiers."

The soldier said coldly, "If you want to hate, hate your alliance. They won't let you go. We have to kill you to force them to let you go."

"Pray well, I hope your alliance moves quickly." The other soldier closed the door, re-locked it, and then smiled cruelly at the prisoners in the cell, "I'll see you in half an hour."

The corpses outside the fence were piled up in a haphazard manner in the aisle, emitting a stench. In four hours, the number of corpses had been halved.People in the prison were panicked, the suppressed cries were intermittent, and despair spread silently.

The footsteps gradually receded, and the dungeon returned to silence. The tense atmosphere shrouded in the shadow of death eased slightly, and there were conversations in the prison:

"It's been so long, why hasn't the alliance come to save us..."

"I don't think they wanted to save them at all. The rebels have fled to the present, and only these personal guards are left. The alliance may want to catch them all..."

"The rebel army can be caught again after they run away. Why should we be buried with them? If this news gets out, where will there be technical soldiers working in the alliance in the future?"

"...I just didn't want to die, so I studied hard and became a technical soldier. I didn't expect to be kidnapped because I was a technical soldier..."

The girl sat in the corner, listening to the complaints of others, feeling bored, so she unconsciously looked at the young man beside her.

This young man has an extremely handsome appearance, especially delicate eyebrows and eyes. He looks about twenty, but he has a calmness and introversion that is not commensurate with his age. It is different from the panic and panic of most people present, even in the face of such a dangerous situation. However, he was still calmly busy with the matter at hand.

But the problem is, people are going to die, what else is there to do?

The young man pointed to the air with a concentrated expression. The girl stared at him for a while, always feeling that there was an invisible screen in front of the young man, but she couldn't see it. She asked strangely: "What are you doing?" ?”

"Aren't you nervous?" The girl hugged her knees and muttered to herself, "They are all saying that the alliance is busy fighting on the front line and won't come to rescue us... we may all die here. "

Young man: "No one came to save us, we can only save ourselves."

Girl: "Self-help? The equipment has been taken away, how can I save myself?"

The young man didn't speak, and his fingertips froze slightly. The girl was attracted by the single lens on his left eye. After observing for a while, she finally discovered the clue: "Your lens is artificial intelligence?"

The young man remained silent and pressed down with his fingertips.

As night fell, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the narrow iron windows reflected a clear light. The young man squinted his eyes slightly, looking at the horizon of the rising moon.

The next moment, the tongue of flame suddenly rose!

The flames soared into the sky, almost tearing apart the long silent night, followed by a roar, several huge mushroom clouds rose from the ground, and the sky was immediately dyed bright red.

Shrill sirens sounded everywhere, and there was chaos in the aisle, but a little hope was ignited in the dungeon, and everyone discussed one after another:

"Is the Alliance coming to save us?"

"That direction is the arsenal, right? It's here to save us!"

"That's not necessarily true, maybe it's just a war..."

The girl leaned against the bars, looked around for a while, then turned to look at the young man, and asked tentatively, "Did you do it?"

When people heard this, they looked at the young man in unison.

The young man took out half of the wire from his pocket and walked towards the iron gate, ignoring the doubtful and curious eyes.

The girl was surprised: "No way! You just blasted the arsenal remotely?"

Someone said: "Hey! What are you doing?! Picking the lock?"

The young man murmured vaguely, which was a response. He leaned his back against the fence, turned his head and glanced into the aisle, and the man said: "Are you crazy? There are people outside, didn't you hit the gun when you went out? And do you know the way?"

The young man blocked the view of the aisle with his shoulders, hooked the lock with his slender fingers, and slowly pulled it to the front along the iron chain. He lowered his eyes, studied the structure of the lock, and replied softly: "There is a lock here." The exit is next to the subway tracks, you can leave, I know how to get there. They don't have many people and they have to send reinforcements, the defense is weak now, we can try it.

The wire pierced into the lock cylinder, and there was a slight sound. The people in the prison looked at each other in blank dismay, and some timid people retreated: "But they have guns. If we go out from here, will we be shot?"

"If you don't leave, you will be shot, right?"

"Give it a try, wait for news from the alliance, we don't know how long it will take! We can't sit still."

After the word was settled, people in twos and threes stood up, eager to try.

A young man wearing thick glasses came over and asked the young man with burning eyes: "How did you manage to blast remotely? Do you have the arms authority of the K-23 area, or are you from the military of the Republican Union?" ?”

With a click, the young man took off the lock, put the wire in his mouth, watched the movement in the corridor from the corner of his eye, and said slowly: "Deciphered."

This sentence exploded in the crowd like thunder on the ground.

The young man was surprised: "Four hours, deciphered the code of K-23 area? How did you do it? Your equipment——"

The young man pointed to the single lens, and curled his lower lip: "It hasn't been taken away."

19: 23.

The urban area in the flames of war is like hell, full of broken walls and ruins, endless flames engulfed in gunpowder smoke and churning everywhere. On the desolate streets, military trucks run over the messy debris everywhere, and they stop at the street corners.

"It's been four hours, and the military hasn't given any news yet?"

Yu Qing glanced at the electronic watch in front of the car window, "I haven't made a breakthrough yet, and the technical soldiers who need to be rescued are almost dead."

Mu Han on the side was smoking a cigarette, and said happily, "That's good, pack up and go back to the association, and use the public funds to travel."

Just as they were making jokes, there was a sudden exclamation from the front row. Lu Beichuan, a technical soldier in Yuqing’s regiment, said to the computer screen in disbelief, “Oh my God! Someone blasted the ammunition depot in K-23 area remotely. , and... this order came from within the rebel army!"

Yu Qing: "From inside?"

Lu Beichuan: "Yes, internally. This should not be done by the alliance military, maybe it is the spies of the alliance who broke into the rebel army, or it is the group of technical soldiers... No, no, it can't be the technical soldiers, no one can Obtaining arms authority in such a short period of time..."

Lu Beichuan became more and more hesitant, and suddenly changed his words: "No, not necessarily. There are a lot of technical soldiers participating in the exchange meeting this time, and there may be big bosses there, but deciphering also requires equipment. If they are locked up, It should be impossible to touch the equipment..."

"I heard that the organizer has invited the Dean of the School of Mechanical Engineering, Yesoya University, and there are too many people who have come to listen to it. Maybe someone can do it... I wanted to go too, but it's a pity that Brother Qing is not allowed. Fake, now it seems that luckily I didn't go, otherwise I would have to wait to be rescued..."

Mu Han interrupted: "Stop, stop, little brother, we'll talk about this matter after saving people, and then you say, what happens after the arsenal explodes?"

Lu Beichuan snorted, and then remembered to talk about the business: "It's like this, the explosion of the arsenal has spread widely, and the nearby main railway line has been blown down. You can sneak into the enemy area from the ground."

"All the card players are collected, ready to work."

Yu Qing went to the back row to call the mercenaries in his regiment. Mu Han put out his cigarette and patted the back of the chair beside him: "Hey, brother, don't sleep."

The long legs on the back of the chair moved lightly, and then slowly put them down. Gu Xiao in the back seat took away the newspaper covering his face, rubbed the back of his neck, and fell sleepily from the position where he was about to be put down into a recliner sat up.

The cold moonlight crashed into the window, and fell impartially on Gu Xiao's handsome side face, reflecting his already fair complexion. He narrowed his beautiful peach eyes slightly, looked at the electronic watch, There was a bit of hoarseness when waking up in the voice: "Have you not broken through yet?"

Mu Han handed him a bottle of water: "It's almost there. The chatterbox said that someone inside blew up the arsenal, so he opened a way for us."

Gu Xiao unscrewed the bottle cap, took two sips to moisten his throat, and casually stomped his sleepy legs before getting up to assemble the gun.

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The world view setting is as follows:

The world was rebuilt after the war, and nuclear weapons, biological and chemical weapons were used on a large scale in World War III, and viruses caused some human beings to infect and mutate (zombies, snake people, etc.).After many years of war and chaos, entering the era of prayer and peace, the naming of countries and cities was cancelled, and large-scale international alliances (Imperial Federation, Republic Union, etc.) emerged, and the world was re-divided with letter codes (A-01 to Z-29).

In the era of war, international organizations are ready to move, and wars may break out at any time. Human living standards are similar to modern times. The upper class is the ruling class and very few scientists, the middle class is technical personnel, the middle and lower classes are soldiers, and the bottom class is ordinary people.

Tech levels vary.