Chapter 230: Eve

"Are you reading?"
In order to change the subject to a relaxed place, Alexei picked up the book that Yamila had in her hand.
"Not yet started."
"It's worth reading."
He turned a few pages at random, and although he had read it many times, he tried to be as interested as possible.
"Why is there a long night?"
Yamila's sudden question made Alexei a little caught off guard, he pondered for a moment, then replied cautiously:
"Because... the wizard."
"wizard?"
Ymira frowned, although she was not strange to know nothing about this group, but only limited to a few rumors.
"Aren't they few?"
"At some time in the ancient past, they were in large numbers, and these monsters who manipulated mysterious powers almost destroyed everyone."
"why?"
"If you read the back, the book will tell you that the wizard opened the door to hell, but it is far more than that. The real enemy is the group of monsters attracted by the wizard."
"What kind of monster?"
During the interrogation, Yamila pulled into the distance with Alexei unconsciously. Her warm breath made the big boy a little overwhelmed and flushed.
"Cough, they were originally humans, even the rulers of this world, but the approaching night made them panic, so they chose another terrible way of escape."
"ruler……"
Yamila had a hunch that her world would be subverted again.
"Yes, the institution known as the Trust Council in the past once ruled the entire world. They monopolized all wealth, knowledge and technology, and everyone was the object of their crushing."
"Like a nobleman?"
"Ha, almost."
Beep beep~! ! ! ! !
Alexei's smile hadn't disappeared yet, the harsh alarm sounded suddenly, and the two stood up and walked out the door at the same time.
"Urgent mission, everyone gathers immediately!!"
Looking at each other, both Jamira and Alexei saw deep discomfort in each other's eyes.
The chaotic footsteps sounded one after another, and the two had to separate. Yamira quickly ran to the direction of his company's assembly. There was already a neat queue, and the flashing red warning lights reflected the panic on everyone's face.
The Sanctuary of Citizens maintains an ancient and strange system. The 13 committees of the Supreme Council are distributed in the technical, engineering, agricultural, biological, cultural, transportation, armed, logistics, and religious departments. The Information Department, Astronomy Department, Diplomacy Department, and the most mysterious 13th Department-Relics Department.
Each section has several or more bureaus. The director is appointed by the Supreme Council, and the section chief and deputy section chiefs are nominated by the directors. At the same time, the position of each top committee member in turn requires 13 directors to vote. It is the highest supervisory and legislative body, and such a simple hedging of upper and lower powers is the basis for the maintenance of the civic temple system.
Yamila belongs to the Armed Section of the Seventh Section, but the Armed Section is slightly different from other departments. Its subordinates are not "bureaus" but "regiments".
There are a total of eight regiments in the entire seventh section, each regiment has ten companies, and each company has two hundred people. Therefore, the commander of the entire seventh section has a team of 16,311.
But the huge number does not mean that the seventh section of the Citizen’s Temple is an army. In fact, the core contract of the Citizen’s Temple, the first article of the Citizen’s Charter, is to permanently give up the right to active war to all human beings. They will not be like a The country started the war like that.
The Seventh Division is more often scattered around the world in a piecemeal manner. They are more accustomed to small-scale conflicts and killings in the dark. With advanced weapons, they can often destroy a large number of enemies with very little force. .
"Nine Links!"
As soon as Yamila stood still, company commander Johnson roared, and the 7th regiment to which they belonged was always known for his tough style, which is why Yamila chose this place.
Contempt glanced across the restless crowd, and Johnson snarled again.
"You soft eggs! I see you like vomiting! When you are on the battlefield, you your pants! It's just a chance to see blood."
Transport booms passed over everyone's heads. They grabbed a pair of metal exoskeleton combat suits. Under the flashing lights, the dark shell reflected the cold metal.
Jamira raised his head and watched the skeleton-like creations hang down through the guide rails. According to Alexei, these things were initially the lowest-level work clothes of the miners, but now that the technology is seriously lost, they have become the main force of the armed forces. Protective gear.
The soldier-level combat uniforms they had worn during Operation Silent Hill had less than a hundred sets in the entire Armed Forces. The loss of maintenance technology led to the loss of many unnecessary equipment.
"Three minutes to prepare!"
The crowd quickly dispersed and came to their respective positions.
Yamila stood in a fixed position, first let the machine fasten her calf, and then several restraint straps connected her to the bracket behind her. The cold sensor was attached to her back neck to capture her nerve dynamics and force feedback The device clamps her joints layer by layer, providing her with the most basic protection while also increasing her strength exponentially.
This is the characteristic of the [Mier Infantry Combat Suit], which lacks comprehensive and meticulous protection, but can greatly improve the user's strength and impact resistance.
Taking a deep breath, Yamila moved her arm to confirm that she was linked to the combat suit.
Her weapon was handed to her in front of her with a mechanical arm, a large-caliber assault pistol and an amazingly broad-bladed sword.
Many people are puzzled by her choice of such a primitive weapon. Only Daw Johnson admires her decision. This may be related to the violence that both of them have seen in Oak. She has a hunch that she will definitely meet one day. For them, it is better to adapt to the barbaric melee at that time than to learn it now, because most of the learners on the battlefield have become corpses.
She gripped her pistol tightly, and the bullet count appeared on the small screen of her arm with garbled characters-thirty rounds. She can now accurately hit each bullet into the enemy's head within 100 meters.
Putting the pistol in his waist, Yamira raised her broad sword with one hand. This thing was originally unavailable for her, but now she holds it in her palm like a toy.
The power gives her confidence, so that she can face the things she has tried to avoid in the past. The sense of fate being held in the palm of your hand is extremely beautiful. You won't want to let go once you have it once.
"Squad leader! Ready!"
Nine men and women appeared beside Yamila, her comrade-in-arms, her buddy, someone who trusted her so much.
Carrying the Broad Sword on his shoulder, Yamila nodded.
"Let's go."
In the deafening roar ~EbookFREE.me~ The gate of the training hall slowly opened, and a huge clamor came.
In the huge space, there are piles of containers, dense artillery like jungles, ocean-like armed vehicles, and four-armed gyroplanes crawling on the ground like giant gray birds. A team of young men and women in combat suits and Neatly arranged, waiting to enter the giant bird's abdomen.
"Where are we going?"
A little noise made Johnson look a little dissatisfied, but he turned his head patiently and said:
"A place suitable for travel and vacation!!"
"What?"
"The capital of the old empire, Cusconal! Don't ask, keep up!"
Amidst the noise, Jamila's footsteps paused, and quickly caught up with the pace of others, but the sword in his hand was tighter...
If you can’t imagine the appearance of an exoskeleton combat suit, take a look at tomorrow’s edge of Atango...According to the third written by it, it is at 8 pm
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