Chapter 294: Dense Forest Borderland

Red Cross.

Alex's ring finger on his left hand, which was being changed, ached, and when he subconsciously looked at it, the ring on his ring finger actually broke off out of nowhere, inexplicably making a bloody mark at the base of his finger.

Alex's chest choked with an indescribable fear that took hold of him, and he stumbled, holding onto his wheelchair as he tried to get up, "Guy! Guy isn't in the tent anymore!"

No sooner had he spoken than the tail of his eye caught sight of Tang Er beating his way over the edge of the Red Cross with a badly wounded soldier head down on his shoulder, hurrying, full of mud and dirt, and hissing fiercely as he ran, "Guy's wounded, but he's not dead, come and get him!"

Tang Er Ta was followed by a large group of natives who were chasing them, and Spades fell far behind Tang Er Ta, sweeping back and forth with his whip to open up the natives who were following them.

The native who was chasing them at the head of the group almost went mad, veins popping out, eyes bloodshot, and kept shooting at Tang Er, "Give me this damn apostate! I'm going to cut him into pieces to console him for his offense against God!"

The natives followed him, some even raising heavy weapons such as rocket launchers, staring menacingly at the three fleeing men in front of them, but were never able to close the distance under Spades' defense.

The Red Cross men hurriedly took up their weapons, drew up a line of defense, and vigilantly erected a red-lettered sign on the side that said [Attacks are prohibited here, this is a non-war zone], and the tanks of the defense forces stationed in this area slowly raised their guns and pointed them at the group of natives about to intrude into the Red Cross zone.

Tang Er ran ahead into the Red Cross zone, followed by Spades, while the natives who did not want to lay down their arms were seriously held up outside the lines.

The unconscious Guy and the head of the idol he clutched in his hands were quickly transferred to a stretcher, carried past Alex and into the tent where the wounded soldiers were rescued.

Alex saw the blood-stained Guy, reached out to touch, almost fell off the wheelchair, but fortunately Bai Liu next to him was quick to help support, and put the disoriented soldier back into the wheelchair.

"At ease." Bai Liu bowed and patted the ash on Alex's knees, raising his eyes to say calmly, "Guy will be fine this time.

Alex glanced at Bai Liu in a trance, he was looking right into the man's dark eyes, somehow remembering the idol head on Guy's stretcher.

The eyes of the statue of the god with the compassionate smile on his face were like that, dark, calm, reflecting everything in the world, as if all the human emotions that should be there could not be melted into them, watching all the plays that had been set up by him long ago in this world.

...... Guy will be fine this time. It's as if Bai Liu had already planned when Guy would be fine.

Alex shivered uncontrollably as he pushed his wheelchair away from Bai Liu, looked deeply at him, and then without looking back, turned his wheelchair and chased after Guy's stretcher to stand guard outside the tent.

Bai Liu didn't get angry when he saw Alex running away, and rubbed the ash on his index finger that had just gotten on Alex's knee with his downcast eyes, then calmly patted it off.

Tang Er hit sat at Bai Liu's feet to catch his breath and rest, Spades a this guy into the Red Cross has disappeared, Tang Er hit the left and right to look for, did not find, also gave up.

He tilted his head back and took a sip of water, and was about to report to Bai Liu what had happened, only for Tang Er to hit his head up and look up at Bai Liu as he prepared to open his mouth, and couldn't help but be struck by the indifferent expression on Bai Liu's face.

...... This expression, as if Bai Liu from other timelines is plotting things ......

Quickly, Tang Er fought to collect himself from the familiarity and fear he felt for a moment, he shook his head to put those horrible thoughts out of his head, took a deep breath, and began to dutifully report to Bai Liu what was happening on the battlefield:

"...... Guy was hit and fell into the water, Spades and I happened to be in the water and I started running this way after realizing he was still breathing and dragging him to shore ......"

"The natives chased us all the way after they found us, but luckily Spades was very good at breaking our backs, and we were both moving fast enough that we still got here ahead of them ......"

Bai Liu nodded, "Pretty much what I expected."

"You arranged for me to be in Assault Team 1 just to cooperate with you to save Guy, who you lured over to fight to the death during the big battle?" Tang Er hit half-bent knees, leaning his back against the barrel of the gun sticking in the ground, and looked towards Bai Liu, "When did you guess that Guy would defect? "

Bai Liu smiles, "The first time I met Guy, he was very good at combat but was willing to be a cleanup soldier; he was either a pure pacifist, like Alex, or he didn't agree with the camp his side represented winning."

Tang Er let out a breath, but was not surprised, following Bai Liu's words to continue elaborating, "If Guy mutinies, Alex definitely won't last long and will also follow the mutiny over, the enemy camp also has the main line NPCs and ownership of the lake, they have a considerable advantage in the later stages."

"You're asking why I didn't join the enemy army in the first place, right?" Bai Liu took Tang Er's hit and smiled, "Because I wasn't prepared to join either of these two camps."

Tang Er fights a frown, "Not joining either of those two sides? Are you asking Alex to make a separate camp?"

Bai Liu nods.

Soon Tang Er hit cautiously put forward his opinion, "Bai Liu, I believe you have your own ideas, but from the emotional perception I just had of Alex, I feel that if Guy was successfully resuscitated and is still alive, there is a high probability that Alex will be successfully persuaded by the seriously injured Guy to join the indigenous camp."

"And if Guy dies, he will be completely stabilized on his side because he resents the natives for killing Guy."

Tang Er hit the cautionary note: "It's hard for Alex to have the realization and possibility of defecting out and becoming a third party camp."

Bai Liu nodded in agreement with Tang Er's opinion: "Indeed, Alex grew up in a very quiet and peaceful environment, and is also a very kind person, which is why he chose to become a medical student in the context of the war and came to the front line in order to save lives, and did not even kill anyone after he came to the front line. "

"This kind of character is called gentle and kind to put it nicely, but in the context of a game like this where you can't save people without killing them, it's just cowardly and incompetent." Tang Er hit turned his head to look at Alex who was guarding Guy's tent, bowing down and burying his head into his arms, and couldn't help but sigh, "Alex the kind of person who thinks that war is just a complete mistake, killing him isn't going to get him to stand up as a third party."

Bai Liu looked toward Guy's tent at the Rescue, his tone calm, "It's possible."

"I've conferred with Guy and he'll do it for me."

Tang Er fights more and more doubt, "Guy is seriously injured, he may not be able to survive the night, how can he help you work?"

"No need for Guy to wake up." Bai Liu collects his brows, "He can help me accomplish this without waking up."

Midnight.

The bullet in Guy's body was surgically removed and the doctor wheeled Guy into the tent after a little anti-inflammatory medicine.

But Guy was still under anesthesia and in a coma with a high fever, and Alex was at his bedside looking at him with red eyes.

Alex's hands and voice were shaking, "The ring's broken, Guy, my ring's broken, and they say yours is broken too, by a bullet ......"

"The doctor said it's not certain you'll wake up."

Alex bowed his head against the edge of the bed and choked out, "Guy, now the only proof that we can be together is gone, and if we both die, I won't even have a way to prove to Pluto (Death) that you're my wife and stop him from separating our souls."

Tears slid down Alex's jaw and didn't wait to drip onto the bedsheets before a group of men silently lifted the curtains of Guy's tent, holding up sharp knives and wooden spikes in the darkness of the night and opening their mouths with hoarse, unearthly voices:

"Alex, if you want to live, get out of my way!"

Alex turned sharply, pulling the light on in the pitch-black tent, and after seeing the line of people appearing in front of him, he paused in shock, his voice hard:

"You are the survivors of Raid 1 ......"

"Survivor for now." The man at the head of the group was propped up with a blazing steel blade, his left leg was gone below the knee, and the bandage was still oozing blood, obviously having been amputated not long ago.

He stared red-eyed at Guy in the hospital bed and let out a vicious laugh, "Dragging Guy this kid's blessing, I lost my left leg in the bombing when he was counter-assigned to that group of natives, so I don't know how much longer I'll be able to live in this hellhole."

Alex turned his wheelchair in front of Guy's hospital bed, his voice trembling, "This is the Red Cross, what are you doing?"

"The Red Cross only stipulates that we can't kill enemy soldiers here, it doesn't stipulate that we can't punish our own people according to military law." The soldier at the head with the broken leg looked ferocious as he raised his hand and pointed at Guy, "This traitor is still wearing our uniform and killed more than twenty of our brothers, why can't I kill him!"

The man roared at Alex like a trapped animal, "Alex, if you harbor this traitor, we'll kill you too!"

Alex subconsciously tried to hold himself up, but his injured legs were soon held down by the group of tall, assaulting Firsts, and with his hands clipped behind his back, he struggled in vain no matter how much he struggled, finally screaming hoarsely, "Help! Someone here is attacking wounded soldiers!"

The one in the lead walked over to Guy's bedside, he glanced back at Alex coldly with a mixture of resentment and complexity in his eyes, "No one will come, Alex, they know this is an internal matter for us."

"No, no, no!" Alex, panicked and terrified, was incoherent and tearful as he tried to dissuade them, "Guy shouldn't have killed you, and you shouldn't have killed Guy, and no one should have attacked each other in the first place!"

"This is wrong, this is wrong! We should stop!"

"But the truth is, we're just attacking each other." The soldier standing next to Guy stood on one foot as he raised his knife high in the air at Guy in the hospital bed, an undisguised cruelty in his expression, "--War never stops!"

The snow-white face of the knife fell hard, and blood spurted out in no time, and the angry soldiers kept waving their wooden spikes and sabers, cutting Guy on the hospital bed into thousands of pieces, cutting him into blood clots and segments of meat.

Alex's heart-rending howls and pleas for mercy could be heard halfway across the Red Cross.

Bai Liu stood at the edge of the other tent, lifting the curtains to listen calmly to the sound, and next to him stood Tang Er, who looked grave.

Tang Er hit several times to stop talking, but finally opened his mouth with reluctance: "...... really can not go to save Guy?"

"This is a deal between me and him." Bai Liu looked at Tang Er without a ripple, "Guy didn't want to live, he wanted to die at the hands of his former teammates to atone for his sins, so I arranged all of this for him, and in exchange I used his death to accomplish a little bit of my own petty agenda."

Tang Er 打不知道自己是什么心情："...... Both camps killed Guy outright, and it's impossible for Alex to belong to either camp anymore."

...... This approach is fine, and it's just a game, but it always inexplicably reminds Tang Er of Bai Liu.

This is something Bai Liu specializes in, inducing people to go willingly to their deaths and then using that death for his own purposes.

Tang Er hit hesitated again and again, but still gritted his teeth and asked out, "Bai Liu, you really won't become Bai Liu, right?"

Bai Liu was quiet for a few seconds, he turned his head to look at Tang Er 打, and suddenly smiled very lightly, the emotion in his eyes extremely light: "This is just a game, no need to be so nervous, Tang Er 打."