Chapter 276

The curtain door of the tent made a crackling sound of being opened.

Spades tightened the hand covering Bai Liu's lips, and whispered in his ear: "Come here."

Bai Liu's eyes moved, passing through several obstacles that blocked his sight, and landed on the shoes of the man who had just stepped into the tent - they were a pair of well-made prop shoes.

Spade's prediction was not wrong, it was indeed his teammates who came in.

There was a muttering voice: "This fellow Spade actually left the corpse he snatched here, what the hell?"

"Anti God, what do you think?"

Ni Shen looked around and said: "He should be planning to use this place as a stronghold."

Bai Liu, who was hiding under the bed, squinted her eyes—this god-defying voice was an ai-synthesized mechanical sound that was very similar to the sound of a cock, and it couldn't be heard without listening carefully.

But in the games that Bai Liu has made, there has been technical docking about this area, and one of the voices is almost exactly the same as that of Nishen, and Bai Liu heard it instantly——

——This guy made a synthetic voice in front of his teammates, not his original voice.

He raised his head and shifted his gaze, trying to see the face of this god of rebellion, but the grip of the spades behind him became tighter and tighter, but in the end, Bai Liu still saw the face of the god of rebellion who walked to the bedside.

It was a very unrecognizable face. Even a professional player like Bai Liu, who is good at remembering facial features, needs to stare at it for two or three seconds before he can barely remember this face.

——But the first time I saw him, Bai Liu was not sure that he could immediately distinguish Nishen from the crowd.

These facial features are so ordinary that they are so vague.

Just like his voice, there is a sense of disobedience that is too normal and balanced after being manually adjusted.

Nishen didn't stay at the bedside for long, and turned around and left with the other team members: "Spades may have found a better base, so let's give up the original one..."

"But he didn't take his body away..."

"...Maybe he saw a better corpse with higher judgment points on the road, and Spade threw this one away. It's not the first time he did this. The last time he faced Kaba During the meeting..."

A group of people talked and walked out of the tent.

But Spade still stuck to Bai Liu's shoulder motionlessly, as if waiting for something, and didn't get out from under the bed.

"There's another wave coming." Spades said.

As he finished speaking, the curtain of the tent that had just been closed was lifted again, and Bai Liu looked through the gaps between various items under the bed, and saw a few pairs of panicked army green rubber shoes and slippers Entering the tent with a blood clot lying on a stretcher, or a shape that can only be described as a blood clot.

This [blood clot] has no limbs, and the semi-viscous blood gushing out of the cavity made his face and facial features invisible. Stained with the blood he spattered.

One soldier tried to stop the bleeding by bandaging and tightening the broken parts of his limbs, but it was futile—the flow of blood just changed from a "fountain" to a "river" without stopping. .

The soldier said in a distressed voice, "...he is still alive! Why didn't the medical soldiers take him away for treatment when they were cleaning the battlefield! Let him stay there and be blown up like this by the enemy's shells!"

"He could have lived!" While saying this, the soldier was still trying to tighten the bandage that was stuck in his arms, trying to stop the bleeding through such forceful means—because His voice trembled a little due to the force.

The other soldier's voice was much calmer, but it was still hard to conceal the weight: "...Didn't you notice that we encountered more and more work when we were cleaning the battlefield recently?"

"...there are more and more wounded soldiers on the battlefield, but the medical resources obviously can't keep up. We don't have so much money to help the wounded soldiers, and leaving the wounded soldiers alone will hurt the soldiers. , so the rear troops are preparing..."

The soldier who was tightening the bandages to save people said in a difficult voice, "——So these people just don't save them, and let us take them away as corpses, so that there will be no wounded soldiers, only martyrs, right?"

The other soldier was silent.

The soldier sneered sadly: "It's just a reissued martyr's meritorious service medal. This group of non-commissioned officers wholesales things that cost less than five cents. They think this is worth a life?"

He asked sharply, but there was a crying voice in his voice: "Guy, this corpse lying on the ground was still eating and sleeping with us yesterday to collect the corpse and write letters to his mother and fiancee. Do you think a martyr brand is worth his money?" life?"

"...I don't think it's worth it." Guy replied sadly, "But Cole, this is war, and the value of our lives is not judged by ourselves, and even our corpses are not controlled by us."

Cole finally let go of his trembling hand. He slumped on the ground and muttered to himself: "...Yeah, this is war. What those high-ranking non-commissioned officers want most is a weapon that can attack. Corpse?—no need for emotion, no value, not even life."

There was no bleeding from the severed limbs of the corpse on the stretcher—he was already dead.

Guy hugged Alex who was in a trance, and put his head on his shoulder: "—but there are no such corpses in this world, so we are human beings who are engaged in war like corpses, and we shouldn't have ‌Sex ‌."

"—Alex, stop feeling attached to other corpses, it's too painful."

Alex hugged Guy's back shoulders tightly, buried his face in his chest, and sobbed uncontrollably: "I can't do it, Guy, I can't do it—I'm not a corpse. "

"I stopped distrusting hate and love against my fellow mates."

Alex's face was full of tears, he looked at the blood-stained, unrecognizable corpse on the ground through Guy's blood-stained shoulder, and asked in a daze: "—Guy, you said that if the corpse can move Let’s get up and continue the war as those people wish, so there won’t be any injuries or deaths on the battlefield, as long as there are soldiers like us who recover corpses?”

Guy stroked Alex's hair, and sighed as if he thought he was stupid: "You still have a month to turn twenty, this is not something you should think about."

"Striving hard to survive on the battlefield is what you should think about."

Alex lowered his head to Guy's body, suddenly raised his head and kissed him, and wrapped his arms around his neck.

And Guy was not shocked by Alex's behavior, but instead fell back on the bed meekly, and Alex still kissed him frantically to vent his emotions-it didn't look like this matter Not the first time it happened.

The two men took off each other's blood-stained clothes, breathed heavily and looked at each other for a while, Alex seemed to be restraining and restraining his emotions and desires that he shouldn't have, and stretched himself tight on Guy's body. Body, waist trembling.

He knew it was wrong to do so.

But he no longer knows what to do is right.

As if aware of Alex's repulsion this time, Guy lying on the bed raised his hand to cover his eyes, and he tried to express a relaxed and slightly teasing tone: "Hey, boy, relax, Anyone has a reasonable way to use condoms, and Tom in the tent next door can use up ten boxes of Ares condoms a month in the town brothel."

"What we're doing is just..." Guy paused. "It's just, it's like going to a brothel, you know? But of course it's not like that, except you and I don't want to go to a brothel, so we ‌This way to vent..."

Alex still lowered his head and said nothing.

"God!" Guy interrupted his words abruptly, he put his hands down and looked at the blood-splattered tent roof with empty eyes, and said to himself in a trance, "What am I telling you? Ah...Alex, you're still a child."

"You shouldn't be in this place with me. Doing this kind of thing at this time... I'll spoil you, and God will punish me."

Guy tried to push Alex up on him.

"Then God should punish me too." Alex raised his crying eyes, "Because I just want to have sex with you, I can't control it, I can't think of anything that can happen except you That's the thing."

"You're the only one in this place that makes me feel like I don't look like a corpse."

"I love you, Guy."

Alex pushed the stunned Guy back on the bed, and they shook violently on the crude steel frame, as if they were going to become corpses on the bed in a moment.

Focused on listening to the main line of the drama, but suddenly changed to the /‌ channel in the middle of it, and couldn't understand it, so the confused spades appeared in his eyes: "...?"

Bai Liu, who focused on listening to the main line, realized what was going to happen halfway through: "..."

This guy and Alex are actually a couple.

Although Bai Liu has read many weird research reports, he knows that in some special environments that are difficult and lack sex, the proportion of gay men will rise linearly.

It's not because these men naturally like men, but in this cramped, high-risk environment, it's hard for them not to face themselves day and night, and entrust their comrades behind them to have a special sustenance that is higher than that of their friends.

The most direct manifestation is that in this environment, many men tend to have intimate relationships with men around them, such as sex/relationships.

So Bai Liu expected that he might see this form in this dungeon, but not in this situation.

The steel frame at the foot of the bed was shaking violently, and from time to time, it would hit the back of the head of a calm-eyed Bai Liu. There was only one bed board separated by a heated entanglement, gasping and various words and sentences mixed together , echoing in the tiny tent.

If Bai Liu was the only one, he could have walked out from under the bed shamelessly.

But... when there is something in this shape, everything becomes...

After confirming that some small movements could not disturb the two above, Spade approached Bai Liu, and asked in a low voice with a correct attitude: "Is what they are doing related to the main plot?"

Bai Liu turned around to face Spades, and said calmly: "It's not very relevant, I can only say that this matter shows the relationship between these two npcs."

"Why are you asking this?"

"Oh." Spades nodded in understanding, "Is that so? Just now when you heard that Alex was going to insert/introduce Guy, you felt a little nervous and hid away."

"I thought this was something closely related to the main story line, and you wanted to listen carefully."

Bai Liu: "..."

Spades looked at Bai Liu in bewilderment: "? Why are you so popular?"