As a stalker who investigates intelligence, he worked hard to enter the enemy's hinterland. What is the worst situation?

Is it a strict defense of three steps, one pavilion, five steps, one post? Or is it a tightly guarded and interlocked mechanism trap? In fact, in Zheng Li's opinion, these are not troublesome, the real troubles are

"Which dialect are they talking about? What should I do if I can't understand at all?"

Mixed in the shadows, even though he was not discovered for a long time, the guards and guards were talking in front of him, Zheng Li was still confused.

The translation function of the contact watch is not omnipotent. Unless the other party actively wears it and allows it to "use artificial spiritual tools" to translate its meaning, it can only be translated literally in conventional dictionaries and vocabulary.

The official languages ​​and common small languages ​​of the Atel people are of course recorded in the contact watch, but just considering the types of branches that the Atel people themselves cannot figure out, as well as the dialect barriers caused by the same race and regions, the translation becomes less realistic and even more fatal. It is because there are quite a few branches of the Atel people who are not communicated in language at all.

"Do you just go back like that?"

Zheng Li was a little regretful and hesitant.

It is obviously unrealistic to go inside, and the danger is too high. Once discovered, it is probably not just a waste of yourself. The result of the leak of intelligence is that the other party will most likely attack the city in advance, and the initiative obtained by relying on the intelligence advantages is in vain.

But Zheng Li tried hard to observe the communication methods of these Atel people, and then he was even more confused.

The Snake Pan tribe does not even have sound organs. They attach to other Atel people and use the vibration frequency of their bodies to spread information. The Six-Simen tribe is a race of language. This is what Zheng Li said, and it is full of sand and slander smell, which is similar to noise.

Record a little and take it back? Zheng Li thought this idea was very stupid, which was almost the same as buying a lottery ticket and waiting to win five million.

In desperation, Zheng Li was about to turn around and leave.

"It's not bad anymore. Now the intelligence is a great achievement. Safety first, let's go back first."

"Zheng Li, there is a spiritual reaction in the southwest, full of fear and anxiety. This smells like humans!"

In an instant, Zheng Li stopped.

There are humans? In this Atel camp, a traitor, a guide, or a bad guy who was caught. For a moment, many thoughts circulated in Zheng Li's mind, but if you want to have more, you might as well go and see it with your own eyes.

The shadows flowed between the dead corners of the tall buildings. Zheng Li stepped back and forth on the footprints of the giant Six-Shaped tribe, blocked his figure with his huge feet, and boarded the express train to the southwest.

Ten minutes later, Zheng Li found the target and then stopped.

Before he entered the door, the smell of blood came out. As soon as he stepped into the door, the rich blood and stench made Zheng Li want to vomit.

"Is the ground minced meat?"

There is no need to describe it in detail, it is a place like a slaughterhouse, with broken limbs and broken arms all over the floor.

"Kill me"

A low moan came from a corner of the slaughterhouse. Zheng Li looked over and said that it was the "survivor" pointed out by Aqiong.

But he shouldn't live long.

The eyes were sewn, all the limbs were cut off, and the remaining pieces of meat were hung on an iron hook, and the blood and meat continued to fall, like pork to be sold.

"Why"

Zheng Li sighed. Even though he had reminded himself of the cruelty of the racial war countless times, when this scene was put in front of him again, Zheng Li was still a little uncomfortable.

"Who are you? The survivor of the Jumping King? I am the sentinel from outside."

It might be too late if it is later. Zheng Li didn't hesitate and asked directly.

"Human!!? Hurry up, make up for me and let me die."

The tortured prisoner has completely collapsed and is seeking to die quickly.

"I'll try to save you later"

After checking the wound, Zheng Li could only shake her head helplessly.

Maybe it was for interrogation of him that the internal organs had been almost exhausted. Now they were able to live because of the strange green colloid in their body.

Zheng Li didn't recognize that thing, but he seemed to know that it was a life-hungry symbiosis taken out by the Atels, and he is just alive now.

"I'll give you relief now"

Having confirmed that there was no possibility of survival at all, nor the possibility of taking him out, Zheng Li walked over silently, and the sword light had been unsheathed.

"Thank you! Thank you"

The man was ecstatic with sobs and sobbing.

Zheng Li quietly raised the knife but put it away again. He thought for a moment and decided to expand his fatal wounds and increase the amount of bloodshed to make him die less suddenly.

"Love Grand Duke Becro! They call him Grand Duke."

Suddenly, the survivor called out a name.

It turned out that this was a special Atel figure who came over during the interrogation.

Grand Duke? That is a big man under the Son of God. He is basically a real-powered person in a branch of a certain clan. If the other party has a record, Zheng Li will be sure to find out his direct legion and basic combat power.

This was undoubtedly a great achievement. Zheng Li nodded silently and took a last look. He tried to record his appearance and there was no need to ask specifically, nor to worry about whether the prisoners had leaked their own information.

On a racial battlefield of such a scale, betrayal has no future, and being captured is often worse than death, and can be regarded as leaking all known information.

But if Zheng Li still asks, he may have much less pension and honor to his family members.

"Thank you, thank you"

The captive murmured and repeated words of thanks. He also understood all this and knew that it was the other party's tolerance and kindness.

Before Zheng Li pulled away the other party's fatal injury, a low and sharp murmur suddenly rang in Zheng Li's ears.

"Three tribes, don't be fooled by them. This joint legion is not two tribes, but three tribes. There is also the legion of the Wancai clan hidden inside. I smelled their disgusting ink smell! There is at least one thousand people."

The Wancai clan? Zheng Li was stunned. This is not a middle and upper class like Liusi, but an unquestionable battle-fixing race.

It seems that my party has won the jackpot, and the Wancai clan of thousands of people is probably more troublesome than everything I see in front of me.

"Thank you, this is very important information. I will definitely forward your mission. You have done a good job and have a good sleep, warrior."

"Thanks"

The weak response was filled with joy of thanks and relief.

The next moment, Zheng Li took action silently to free the prisoners.

Then, he stopped for a while, trying to make the site more natural, with the goal as if the captain tried to die or unfortunately died of excessive bleeding.

Then, as all this, Zheng Li did not return, and Zheng Li disappeared silently in the shadows just the bleeding fist, revealing that he was not as calm as it seemed.

He turned back for the first time when he left this camp, his eyes remained as calm as before.

He didn't say anything, but his firm words were engraved in his mind.

"One day"-

"Why haven't Zheng Li come back yet?"

"The situation should be fine. His life information is very stable. It was a while ago that he was very excited and might have encountered a battle."

"Isn't that pretty bad? Have we been discovered? Be prepared to retreat"

In the firefly cart, the soldiers were still full of worries and anxiety. They entered the enemy's military camp like Zheng Li, and according to past experience, they were all despised as long as they were.

As time goes by, more and more people fall into anxiety and uneasiness. Zheng Li walks to the "safety light" that represents his vitality for too long. Someone goes over to see it once in a few minutes.

Even though most of the League members were very confident in Zheng Li, as time went by, more and more people suggested whether to go back a little, and then his name was recorded by other cadres.

There are more and more discussions, uneasiness and fear will be contagious, waiting for the genius warrior who has an unqualified mentality to be exposed, but no one can stop it.

At this time, many talents noticed more and more that the leader who seemed to be lazy was always on the verge of peace. When he was there, no matter what the situation was, someone could make decisions.

Finally, as time passed by little by little, and when the most determined cadres were doubting whether something had happened, someone proposed "retreatment"

"Retreat? Is it good to withdraw from Fengcheng? An Keqing, get out of here when you return to the city."

Song Ying kept the small list casually, but Wu Sanjun didn't go tolerating them and started to squirt.

The man who didn't blame him looked dissatisfied. He felt that this was for the members of the group to be concerned about everyone, and this was not his own timidity.

"I just said what everyone wants to say, why just punish me! I am not a coward, I am just the most rational choice at the moment, we can keep a distance and make it easier to retreat."

"Is that so? But why did I smell fear and lies from your heart?"

The sudden shadow and the whispering voice that came quietly from behind made the newcomer An Keqing almost suffocate.

He backed back and rolled twice on the ground

Zheng Li shook his head, a newcomer with this kind of quality should be rebuilt.

"Tsk, you're doing well in your daily life, and your basic hardware and martial arts are above the level, and you're still ready to focus on training in the next phase."

Zheng Li sighed helplessly, not because of this incompetent boy. He just lamented that no matter how good the paper data and personality test were, the warrior would never be able to see the true quality if he didn't go to the life and death round twice, and he would never see the true quality.

Zheng Li did not continue to be entangled with this kid. If the newcomer failed, it means that everyone can get limited opportunities.

The appearance of Zheng Li made most of the members of the league show joy. Even Song Ying, who is as stable as water on weekdays, rarely showed a relaxed smile.

"Paipa."

Zheng Li clapped his palms, attracted everyone's attention, and then said with a smile.

"We have gained a lot. This time, everyone's top achievements will be back to the city."

The next moment, the cart was filled with cheers.
To be continued...