I don’t know whether it was the heavy load caused by the full wounded or the damage to the body in the explosion. The speed of the transport plane was much slower than when it just flew out of the fort and just hit a high-speed slurry head-on
"boom! ! ！”
"Fuck you!" The hound grabbed his head and fell to the ground with a military cap.
……
Kelan knows that the Hound Man should not die according to the original plot … But it is estimated that few of these soldiers can return to the Ark alive at his hand … It is better to wait for a chronic death than to rush toward the weakest place surrounded by Chinese troops …
"If only I could communicate with the hound … even if I can’t help him break the dead end, I have to let him know that it’s all a dream …" When Ke Lan thought like this, his perspective suddenly changed … He looked around and suddenly found himself "crossing" into a soldier and being close to a hound!
What is this? Seize the house? Consciousness invasion?
"… is this dream world really built like a computer program? I have a’ reading’ limit for foreign visitors, but I can gain the ability to interfere with this dream when I assimilate myself into a part of it? "
Clan looked up and saw the hound that was losing his temper not far away. He thought that if he intervened directly by "violent means", it might have some bad consequences-it would be like waking a sleepwalker and he might enter a brief state of insanity, but this dream world is much more real than ordinary nightmares. Clan can’t guarantee that waking the hound directly will have some unpredictable consequences.
It’s better to follow the development of dreams and find a way to help the hound get rid of this dilemma. Maybe the hound will wake up on its own … No more violent cracking-
"Senior colonel can’t do it. Let’s find a way to break through." Kelan turned to the hound as a "pro-guard"
But he didn’t expect that the hound, who was just in a state of frustration, suddenly grabbed his arm like a different person and asked, "Who are you?"
"I … I am …" Kelan bowed his head and wanted to see the dog tag with a neck, but the hound reached out and pulled the dog tag first.
He was so energetic that the edge of the metal dog tag cut the skin of his palm, but the hound seemed to feel no pain at all
"Answer my question," the hound said again.
"Senior colonel those worm horses will break through our defense …"
"That’s not important. I want to know who you really are … or what are you?" The hound pulled out a pistol and hit Koran’s head. "You’re not Gates. Gates won’t talk to me like this … and you won’t say such a thing to me at this time."
Hound’s words are unabashedly filled with hatred and murder. "Tell me what you really are … what will appear in my dreams?"
"You … you know this is a dream? Are you awake? ！” Koran looked at the hound in some surprise. Although the hound didn’t answer immediately, Koran already knew the answer from the other person’s eyes.
"… of course I know … although I have been troubled by this nightmare for more than ten years, it is because of this that I know all the details of this dream clearly. I know what each character will say, what to do … and you are as conspicuous as a drop of white paper and black ink … it is really too abrupt."
"I’m Kelan."
"What did you say?"
"Believe it or not, I am Kelan!" Koran met the hound’s eyes and looked at him.
"I don’t believe it," the hound shook his head but let go. "Reason told me that Koran couldn’t be here, but reason also told me that reason in my dream was a fucking fart!"
"No matter you are Kelan or something else, I will just fucking treat you as Kelan." The hound spoke and spat on the ground. "Bah-anyway, this is a big dream … maybe it was a relief when I died here with this group of rabbits."
Kelan "…"
"All right, just think of you as Kelan. Tell me how you came to my dream." The hound turned around and took out two bottles of soda from the side material box, and knocked the edge of the bottle mouth off the bottle cap and flew out directly.
He handed a bottle of soda to Kelan and said, "It is forbidden to drink alcoholic beverages during the March. If you have this thing, you will have to drink it."
Koran looked at the soda bottle in his hand, and the bottle was still stained with some blood that had already solidified. Bubbles were coming out of the dark brown liquid. He just lifted the bottle, and a piece of steel that flew from nowhere crossed his arm armor and smashed the soda bottle in his hand.
"It’s a pity that this is the last bottle," said the hound with a straight face. The fragment was less than 20 centimeters away from him and could have cut his throat.
Not far away, a dozen "worker ants" swarmed and knocked over a soldier who was exhausted from physical strength. Several sharp limbs stabbed in along the gap of power armor to tear and chop the soldier’s body …
The hound, on the other hand, turned a blind eye and gulped down the soda in the bottle.
Koran took one look at the remaining half soda bottle in his hand, and some Naidi threw it aside, roughly saying that he had met something in his dream world.
"So we are all in the same situation. The only difference is that you can control your dreams at will, but I can’t." The hound threw it out of the wall like a bottle. "If I can, I really want to create a fleet to crush these bugs directly."
"But since you know this is a dream, why did you just … look completely immersed?" Kelan will ask out his doubts.
"I am … alas," the hound sighed. "I want to try to change the ending of that day, even in my dream … I want to know if there is a better war plan to make more people alive … even if there is one more person …"
He squatted down to look at the crumbling defense line and said, "I regard this nightmare as a sand table and simulate the battle that day over and over again … but I finally found that I can’t change anything … even in my dream, I can’t change anything …"
The hound sounded more depressed than he was. He clenched his fist tightly and even cut his nails into the palm of his hand.
"Things have already happened, even if you kill these armored beasts in your dream, the dead people will not come back." Kelan said, "It is better to think about how to get out of this dream world … this is the urgent task."
"Didn’t you say you can control your dreams at will? How? Are you trapped here, too? " The hound looked up and looked at the image of Gates with some wonder.
"I forgot to tell you that I can do anything in my own dream, but there are two things I can’t do-one is to find something with you, and the other is to wake up completely from this dream."
"I’m awake, but I just can’t get rid of this nightmare … So it seems that those crazy relic hunters have the same experience as us," said the hound. "What brought you into my dream? Just because you …’ think about it’? "
"I don’t know much about it. I guess it may be because of mental attacks that we have connected several people’s dream worlds together … it is also for this reason that everything in my own dream is different from what you have. I think you have something in your dream and I can’t appear …"
"That you now … also for you now that guy is Gates is not Koran …"
"But on the other hand, following this clue, I inferred two news, one good news and the other bad news."
"Don’t let me choose which one to listen to first, you can say it directly together," the hound said with a wave.
"The good news is that everyone except us should still be alive; The bad news is … In the real world, I’m afraid we are deeply immersed in this S-class relic at the moment. "
Chapter two hundred and fifty-six Chambers and stone stage
"That is to say, if something finds us now, we won’t even be able to resist … it’s scary to fucking think about it," said the hound
"Even if there is no external threat, our bodies will eventually die of organ failure due to dehydration shock," Kelan added. "It is urgent to find a way out of this dream world."