It was five days after Lin Zicong came again. Li Xinyan's injury had recovered, but he only looked at the scenery outside the fake window and didn't say anything, not knowing what he was thinking. Although the hospital had strengthened its security outside, Li Xinyan had no intention of walking out of the room for five days. He just stood here and looked out the window, and even Sun Jiali didn't look at her when she came in. Sun Jiali seemed to understand what he was thinking and didn't say much. He stood there. Sun Jiali took off his clothes and applied medicine. After taking the medicine, she left. She went by herself, and didn't say a word to Li Xinyan.

Lin Zicong came in and said nothing. He smiled and pointed to a person behind him, saying, "This is Lao Du, your martial arts master, let me know him. I specially borrowed him from the Military Fighting Training Center to guide you with some martial arts... If you want to stop this war and you can't even protect yourself, that's not possible." Lin Zicong

Li Xinyan frowned and looked at Lao Du, but still turned his head outside the window and continued to think about his thoughts.

If Sun Jiali could see Li Xinyan's memory, then Lin Zicong could naturally see it. He once thought about the fact that if there was a bottom in the memory, they could see it. Strangely, Li Xinyan neither opposed nor was angry, and just looked out the window.

Stroger was seriously injured in the battle. The two guards of the opponent were in front of him, and the possibility of his survival was very small. Wu Kun was dead, Tong Liya was missing, and the three closest people he was missing are gone at this moment. Now, once Li Xinyan went to bed, he would fall into Wu Kun's memory without realizing it. Every time he saw something that Wu Kun could not forget in Wu Kun's memory, he felt more and more lonely.

Li Xinyan didn't know that this loneliness was something that originally existed in Wu Kun's memory or his own - he had once been like Wu Kun, sticking to the 766 base, perhaps this was a common feeling buried in his heart, and was accidentally hooked out by Wu Kun's memory. It felt like the emotions he had when he saw the images in Wu Kun's memory, which rose from his heart, unable to escape or avoid it. No matter which source it was, it would be difficult to expel once it appeared.

But Lin Zicong didn't care about this. He just lit a cigarette on his own and said while sucking the clouds and sniffing mist: "I have been a little busy dealing with the bureaucrats from the Military Headquarters these days. It seems that I have probably been a little less effective in your operation. Let's put it this time, the human world has been a little encouraged by this matter. When the Military Headquarters learned that this was something our base made, he immediately sent a high-level representative to commend it... Of course, this is not the point, the key is the support they have obtained. The support is very good, enough for our development in the past two years!"

Li Xinyan was focused and didn't seem to listen to him at all.

"Well, by the way, you were originally at Base 766, which is a remote defensive position. You are probably not very clear about the overall situation of the dungeon base. This is one of the three major large bases in South Asia, with a total force of about 1.5 million, of which there are about 300,000 mercenaries, and the rest are divided into three armies. Of course, there are also some base garrisons here. All the personnel in the operation team have about 1,032 people, and a large part of them are actually logistics and support personnel, with a total of 688 people. In fact, there are not many personnel in the entire operation team, and the internal consumption is not that large. If these support is used properly, there will be no problem to support for three years."

Li Xinyan was in a daze and still didn't look at him.

But Lin Zicong ignored him at all and continued to say: "Luohaicheng of the Ninth Operation Group died, which is a pity. Long Yi told me about their latest situation and I also considered it. There is no one among the remaining personnel who can manage the Ninth Operation Group on his behalf. This is bad news. The spirit of the Ninth Operation Group is to be able to wedge into the enemy's team. Without suitable people, it means that this kind of spiritual inheritance will be difficult to carry out. ... When designing these 12 action groups, I actually defined the consistent spirit they uphold. With independent spirit, they will produce consistent driving force and the team will be united, so that they will not have disputes when performing tasks and will not have values ​​conflicts. Since there is no suitable person to replace him, there is no need for the Ninth Operation Group to exist."

Li Xinyan still didn't respond.

The cigarette in Lin Zicong's hand had already been lit. He lit another cigarette and said, "The situation of the 12th Operation Group is also not optimistic. I was surprised by Wu Kun's death. My original positioning of him was not like this. I just hope he can take you to understand the situation behind enemy lines. It turns out that after those places were occupied by the Mechanical Corps, no one could appear there. Therefore, we looked at the places occupied by the Mechanical Corps. We just hoped to know that the Mechanical Corps was occupying.

What were you doing after the ground, but I didn’t expect you to touch so far together and directly destroy a mechanical base. Wu Kun set this goal with great courage. Among the 12 operation groups, the 12th operation group was also the most eye-catching. First, he wiped out the mechanical corps that tens of thousands of soldiers could resist in the Wolf Valley, and then destroyed a large ground base in the Mechanical City. Finally, the weapons we have all given up were activated and directly attacked the body of the Mechanical City in the sky!”

"This is really beyond everyone's expectations!"

"But! Wu Kun is dead. This is also bad news. This problem is the same as the problem of the Ninth Operation Group. There is no core captain!" Lin Zicong sat in a wheelchair and said gently knocking on the table. His body is a human body, and his injuries have been healed very slowly. He still has to sit in a wheelchair.

Li Xinyan ignored him at all, and still didn't look at Lin Zicong at this point.

A hint of undetectable smile came from the corner of Lin Zicong's mouth, and said, "...After listening to the opinions of the members of the Ninth Operation Group, Long Yi's opinions, the opinions of the members of the 12th Operation Group, and the opinions of other people, everyone recommends that I combine the remaining personnel of the two operation groups together, fill in some people, at least to make up the original number of the 9th Group, and then rebuild it into the 12th Operation Group.... I have thought about it these two days, and this idea is actually good. Anyway, at present, the combat power of the 12th Operation Group is also good, and the positional battle of the 9th Operation Group is also good. The two teams are combined together, maybe there is anything that will surprise me even more! So, I agree... As for the candidate for the captain... After everyone agrees, you will take the responsibility."

Li Xinyan still didn't respond.

The smile on the corner of Lin Zicong's eyes slowly faded away. After a while, he put out the cigarette butt in his hand, then slowly stood up and said solemnly: "Before Wu Kun left, he will appoint you as his successor. Then, I will continue to implement this decision and appoint you as the captain of the 12th Operation Group!"

After saying that, before Li Xinyan could react, he sat down, waved his hand, and Lao Du pushed him out of the room.

Li Xinyan slowly turned his head and looked at the door, his eyes slightly blurred.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!