"Thank you." Luo Wen said.

"I know I am a little extreme and sometimes I can't control myself, so if one day I fall into a state of death because of my madness, if it is possible to threaten you, please don't save me."

Luo Wen knew how dangerous it was to be emotionally controlled on the battlefield. He had been alive for so long, thanks to the help of the rest of the team, especially Ling An.

He has always been very grateful to Ling An and is very glad that he has such a friend.

"We are all humans, and we came from the same training camp. If something really happens to you, I can't ignore it." Ling An shook his head.

Although he wanted to go back alive and take his life more seriously, he also had his own principles and persistence.

Not giving up on relatives and friends is Ling An’s bottom line.

The guerrillas had enough food and drink, and they all found a place to rest. They had a mission tomorrow. Even when the night patrol comrades discovered an emergency, they had to get up and act on the cold night.

Ling An came to the team of team 0806706 and sat down. Like Sun Lei and Matt, he used the Zhoutian Jue to practice.

Ling An’s mental power is different from ordinary people. It is no secret that he can practice Zhoutian Art in the 0806706 team, but Luo Wen, Zhao Bin and others have nothing to do except envy.

Moreover, Master Ling An recently learned that in the 0806706 team, he is not the only one who can practice Zhou Tian Jue in advance. Their sniper Youmi is also mentally different from ordinary people, and his talent is not bad. Ling An didn't forget that she was only two times earlier than him and Luo Wen, but now her combat power has reached more than 80, making her second only to Matt and Sun Lei in the entire team.

It is precisely because her mental power is also higher than that of ordinary people.

The next day, the 0806706 team where Ling An was located received a special task.

Go to the rear and meet the supply team of the Sixth Legion.

Outside so many outposts, the rear battlefield is so big. The rear battlefield of a second war zone alone is as big as the two provinces of China, and the supply soldiers of the Sixth Legion cannot be escorted. Therefore, it is normal to ask each outpost to send people to support it, and it is natural.

"The location behind the outpost is not dangerous, we are all blocked by us in the alert area of ​​the surveillance network." Yumi looked at the electronic map, a little puzzled.

"You can't be careless. Although most aliens have difficulty reaching the post, we have not yet established a network that can monitor raiders. If any important supplies are sniped and the post is broken, it will be troublesome." Silas said.

Ling An has actually been thinking about the outpost, and what plans does the Glorious Army have in the rear battlefield?

Now the Sixth Legion is making drastic moves on the rear battlefield, what are they building?

Ling An took a deep breath. No matter what, it was always beneficial to humans, and the top leaders were not fools.

Luo Wen had no idea about this. He prefers to fight against the front line of the alien race. Killing the alien race can make him feel satisfied.

Matt still did as usual, the task was completed and he was done.

Follow the scheduled route. The team 0806706 drives to the designated joint location.

Moving back to the outpost, I did not encounter any danger along the way. Perhaps as Yumi said, the aliens were blocked from the surveillance network.

But it is also possible that these logistics supplies are not enough to expose the infiltrating alien races.

The designated location is a transit base, which was built at the same time as the outpost. However, unlike the outpost, this base is not responsible for the monitoring network, but contacting each outpost and integrating the intelligence of each outpost, which is equivalent to a signal tower on the earth.

The area of ​​the transit base is larger than that of the outpost. What surprised Ling An was that there were not many guerrillas here, and even the number of garrisoners was not sufficient.

Looking at Ling An's puzzled look, Sun Lei smiled beside him.

"Do you think the guards here are not as tight as you think?"

Ling An nodded.

"Did you see the guy sitting on the roof of the car looking up at the sky and looking at the pretentious guy?" Sun Lei lowered his voice.

Ling An looked at it, then nodded with a strange expression.

In the direction Sun Lei pointed, there was a large truck parked, and many logistics soldiers of the Sixth Legion were transporting some things into the base.

There was indeed a man on the roof of the truck. He put his arms behind his head, his head rested on it, crossed his legs, and seemed to be humming something in his mouth.

"That guy is named Shirakawa, he is a squadron leader of the Seventh Brigade." Sun Lei murmured in a low voice.

Squadron leader?! That's a B-level warrior!

Ling An immediately changed his mind. There were B-level warriors in this base. Each B-level warrior is a strong man with thousands of combat power. Although he was guarding him, it was a bit reluctant, but it was reasonable.

"Actually, there should be five B-level soldiers in the base here," Silas sighed.

Ling An was shocked. This one was amazing enough. There were actually five?

"They should not take action inside the base. They will only take action only if they encounter enemies that exceed the C-level warriors can deal with. However, there are usually no one with thousands of combat power in the rear battlefield," said Silas, who looked at Matt who was walking towards the squadron leader on the roof of the car. "So, Captain Matt is invincible in the rear battlefield."

Ling An deeply agreed that the combat power of 999 is not a foreign race, except for demons, and except for metamorphosis, but it also takes time to grow. Even demons may not be Captain Matt's opponent.

One punch killed the Black Raiders with more than 120 combat power after transformation, which is something that other captains with more than 400 combat power cannot do.

Immediately, Ling An thought again whether the battlefield in the rear would change due to the actions of the Honorable Army, such as... alien races of level B and above appeared in large numbers.

On this side, Matt came to the truck with a expressionless face.

"Captain Shirakawa Squadron." Matt spoke.

Shirakawa, who was humming a little tune on the roof of the car, heard Matt's voice, sat up straight and jumped down.

"Long time no see, Matt." Shirakawa raised his eyebrows.

"Your eighth team almost changed defenses, you're already on the front line."

"The recruit has a good foundation, so why not go to the battlefield to train early." Matt said lightly. He seemed to have no changes in his treatment of Shirakawa, and he still looked dull.

"Well, it's your style." Shirakawa was not annoyed. He and Matt were originally from the same class.

"Are you still not going to be promoted? With your talent and strength, after promotion, you may soon reach level A." Shirakawa looked at Matt.

"In his position, plan for the matter. I have no plans." Matt said in silence for a while.

"What a pity." Shirakawa shook his head.

"But I feel much more at ease with you behind. The transportation team you are escorting is still counting and inspecting the supplies. Please wait for a while. My sister is here too, so you have to protect him."

Speaking of this, Shirakawa seemed to suddenly remember something and frowned: "By the way, I'll deal with the people in your team, don't mind."

"Don't go too far." Matt seemed to know what he meant.

"Don't worry, I'll give that kid a few words too." Shirakawa waved his hand, and the next moment, the smile on his face disappeared, and he shouted at the direction where Ling An and the others were:

"Sun Lei! You guys come over here!"

Ling An wondered how Vice Captain Sun Lei messed with Shirakawa. Hey, it seemed that Sun Lei's tone just now showed that he had known Shirakawa for a long time.

He turned around and saw that Sun Lei seemed to want to escape like a mouse and saw a cat, but under Shirakawa's sharp eyes, he still didn't dare to run away. He slowly approached Shirakawa and carefully followed him.

"Are you disabled so slowly? Why did you see you like this when you teased my sister?" Shirakawa frowned, his face even more unhappy.

Teasing his sister? Ling An suddenly realized.

Shirakawa, surnamed Bai, wouldn't that be...

"Ahem, the captain of Shirakawa Squadron has a sister who is the squad leader of the 2nd Company, 2nd Company, 7th Battalion of the Sixth Army. She is Bai Yun who you have seen, the one who Sun Lei talks about all day long." Silas explained on the side, and at the same time, his eyes looking at Sun Lei were full of pity.

Ling An and Luo Wen looked strange. They were teasing their sister, but their brother came to him.

Yumi's eyes were filled with no sympathy and she spat.

"Bah, I deserve it! Silas, you are not allowed to learn from him."

"Yes, yes, yes, Queen." Silas was helpless. "They should have a chat for a while. Let's go and help the comrades of the Sixth Legion sort out the supplies first, so it's better to set off early."

Silas took everyone to the base, and at this time Sun Lei was already approaching tremblingly in Baichuan's cold eyes.

He turned his eyes to Matt, but saw Matt wrapping his hands around him, closing his eyes, and there was a slight energy fluctuation around him, and he had already started to practice the Zhoutian Art.

"Come on, boy, I often hear my sister talk about you recently. Why are you so reserved? You've seen me before. Let's go and talk with me there." Shirakawa changed into a kind expression at this time and came up to catch Sun Lei's shoulders. He looked like a good brother who had known him for a long time.

Sun Lei's intestines were regretful at this time, his lips were trembling, and he wanted to escape, but he could not escape from Shirakawa's control. He could only walk to the other side.

After all, the B-level badges on their chests were not picked up.

After a while, all the Glorious Army soldiers who were busy outside the base vaguely heard a scream like a pig slaughtering.

"Strange, is there any alien race?" A soldier of the Sixth Legion who was controlling the robot to carry goods was confused.

"What nonsense? There are five guerrilla squadron leaders in our base. How dare the aliens come?" Another soldier shook his head.

"That's right. Most of the time it's because of a soldier who is competing with the guerrilla Captain Bai again."
Chapter completed!