“This is the command center and frozen sleep has ended.

"Natalie in the command center called the captain of the advanced reconnaissance commando alpha-1813, quickly entered the awakening stage, brain wave monitoring, no abnormality in mental rhythm, blood lactate and adrenal hormone secretion were normal, and the awakening was completed."

Woo...it's so dry in your mouth.

"Enemma, where is the enemy?!" Halandir was awakened from sleep by a gentle female voice, nervously jumping up. Soon, he found himself trapped in a dim box and could not go anywhere.

The voice of the young woman "Natalie" who answered him was very nice and relaxed:

“Good morning, Ranger.

"The leap crystal is ready, and there are 360 ​​seconds left before you arrive at the battlefield.

"This battle is a flexible defense. Your mission is to follow the squadron command to defend the defense line and wait for the brigade to arrive.

"The mission location has just been bombarded by clan alliance trenchers, covered with pits and ruins, without any trees, and the assault team needs to find cover nearby after arriving."

The female voice was followed by the voice of a live male. His tone was casual and his language was concise: "The frontline executive called the commando. Note that the crystal tower was destroyed and the number of people in the Leaping Force was limited. The seven people below the Squadron Captain Bren need to defend the front of the battlefield with a width of 300 meters and a depth of 500 meters. I will assemble more troops."

The restrained dark space makes people feel extremely depressed. Harandil is like a sleeping vampire in an ancient tomb, lying flat in a narrow space with a flashing light. His mind becomes more and more clear and his emotions are stable. He just feels thirsty and can't wait to replenish water, so he takes out a water bag from his hand to drink water, and moves his hands and feet slightly.

The cold chill was dissipating, and the magic patterns on the box around me became bright and clear, which was a sign that the leap was about to start.

Halandil's frozen brain became active, and he could even recall the scene before his last sleep, remembering the Rangers around him suffered heavy losses.

After the male living creature finished speaking, it was speechless. It must be more important to be busy with things like usual. It is said that every battlefield executive is a wise elves, responsible for the mobilization and operation of a large war zone and several brigades.

When the front-line executive was not free, Halandil could not get more instructions. He was trapped in a box like a hamster, unable to observe the environment, nor had the space to sit up and touch, and did not know the time, so he could only stare blankly.

In his memory, sometimes, the gentle and emotional female voice would come to chat with him and talk to him about trivial matters. During the short waiting time, Natalie's voice appeared again:

“It is June 17, 1443.

"So far, the commando captain alpha-1813 has had a total combat time of more than 3,000 hours. After this battle, you will be eligible for limited citizenship and a three-week vacation stay in Canaan."

Well... Halandil touched himself while drinking water, making sure that he had already worn leather breastplate, handguards and other equipment, and weapons were placed on his legs. The Ranger carried equipment every time he slept, ensuring that he could immediately wake up and join the battle when needed. A small mirror was facing him above the dark restraint space, allowing him to see his short silver hair and blue eyes.

Halandil's face is much more resolute than the soft and delicate appearance of the elves, with a stern taste. His ears are longer and pointed than humans, but they are much shorter than those of the elves. This makes him recognize as a half-elves at a glance.

The dim space was illuminated by light, and the restrained and oppressive feeling had disappeared. The box that stored the sleeper had opened and entered a lake-like light.

Halandir was finally able to sit up.

He was wrapped in a glimmer of light, and he could see two slightly curved blades hanging around his waist. Daggers and short knife legs were prepared in the gaps between his boots and his hands. There was also a strong bow and two pots of arrows in his small backpack next to him. There were some food, medicines and other supplies in his small backpack.

This is the full set of equipment for a half-elf ranger. The power of magic can freeze him into sleep without freezing equipment and supplies.

Natalie's voice paused for a while and said again: "I observed that there was no fluctuation in the secretion of adrenal hormones in alpha-1813. Your reaction did not meet expectations. Please report your psychological activities to the command center."

Halandier finished drinking the water and took out a small piece of biscuit from his hand. He ate it while saying, "Canan, I used to want to go there, but if I think about it carefully, I don't know what I can do there."

"You can get the right to sleep, eat and mating. You are an excellent mix of builders and defenders for Canaan. This is an honor and a gratifying achievement."

Sleep, diet and mating are also authorized, tsk... the half-elf swallowed the cookies and asked, "So will you be relieved? Natalie."

"Natalie is the auxiliary devil of the combat force. The higher your achievements you achieve, it means that Natalie has realized her own meaning of existence."

"Yes, yes, yes, Natalie, you are the cutest. I really want to spend your life with you. It would be even better if you could have your portrait every time you talk to me...don't you!"

Halandil's stomach suddenly spasmed, and he was like a little mouse thrown away from the toilet.

"The command center notice is to start the jump, and the countdown is 10 seconds after reaching the battlefield. The jump is completed and it enters the combat state."

"As for orders, command center." Halandir said as he spit out the cookies.

"Good luck, Commando Captain alpha-1813."

"Thank you, Natalie."

Through the illusory space where light and shadow were mottled, the half-elf Halandier and his equipment turned into light spots and disappeared out of thin air. After a blink of an eye, the wind was howling in his ears, and a yellow earth, shattered rocks and burnt tree trunks suddenly appeared in front of his vision.

Halandil found himself rushing to the ground and hurriedly protected his head and rolled forward. The equipment in his body made a crackling sound during the impact. The body wrapped in a brown linen robe was strong and agile, and was wearing a tough helmet, leather breastplate, handguards and shin armor, which greatly weakened the damage of the impact.

Halandier rolled on the ground a few times, spitting out all the cookies left in his mouth. He fell so hard, but he soon found a pit not far away and rolled over there.

The area in front of you is no stranger. The tug-of-war between orcs and elves has lasted for three years. This is a war zone where both sides have repeatedly fought for. The huge stone bullets thrown by the trenchers and war beasts plowed out the gully gullies on the ground, or smashed a large pit. The sky fire thrown by the wizards burned out the trees, revealing the undulating and hideous land. Some of the pits are astonishingly large, and there are also lodging giant beast skeletons nearby. Such an environment is very suitable for the concealment and sniping of the ranger troops.

All the squadrons were outstanding extraordinary commandos selected from the half-elves, and like Halandil, they are rangers who are good at mysterious powers, hiding and sniping. They are hidden in nearby bunkers, unable to see each other, and can only contact each other through echo terminals connected through magic networks. This kind of contact method is very unreliable and will be disturbed before critical moments. The value used for chatting is far greater than battlefield communication.

Halandil knocked on the echo crystal in his ear, wanting to obtain instructions and intelligence, but all he heard was a rustling sound. He could only lie on the edge of the pit, lay the strong bow in his hand flat, and prepare the bow and arrow. The bow in his hand showed a dull dark color, like a dead branch, which was difficult to detect.

He could hear the growing roar. The officers of the clan alliance had already cheered the infantry on the opposite side to the attacking. After the catapult was preparing for fire, they would raise their shields and form dense formations through the dangerous wilderness. More than two hundred orcs, led by orcs and trolls, were wearing black cloaks, holding battle axes, short guns and shields. They walked and shouted loudly, cursing the sharp-eared elves and their minions, cheering themselves up, and the noise overshadowed the sound of steps.

Harandil carefully observed and locked in an enemy that appeared in the distance of his vision. It was a strong troll, wearing solid leather armor and holding two short spears, and was probably the captain of a team. In order to deal with such a target, Harandil chose armor-breaking arrows. The improved versions of these standard arrows flew faster and farther, and the sharp double-edged arrows opened the blood groove, which would tear the armor and crush the flesh when hitting the target.

He bent his bow, took an arrow, aimed, and shot with an arrow.

The sharp arrow streaked across the sky, drawing a graceful and deadly arc, and passed the front defense of the armor diagonally above and penetrated through the neck. The troll covered his neck and shook it for a moment before falling into the dark red mud.

The clan alliance army that was launching an attack was led by strong orc warriors. Under the cover of the troll spearhead, the orc infantry held a round shield to resist the rain of arrows from unknown places. On the broken terrain, they were unable to form a dense shield wall, and the queue broke early and was continuously shot and killed by continuous long-distance snipers.

The half-elf rangers hid behind low walls, fences, and rocks. With the help of dirt pits and gullies, they continuously moved their positions to capture the gaps in the enemy's defensive formations and continuously shot and killed the attacking infantry from the side. The broken terrain caused the enemy to lack the impact during attack. After some of the bravest soldiers were shot first, the infantry following behind became a mess.

The crowded half-orcs were at a loss in the face of the sharp arrows that were seeking life, and they could not find the half-elf ranger at all. The terrifying screams were endless. Faced with such a situation, the infantrymen were in chaos and left many bodies and retreated.

Harandir and his companions did not pursue or capture prisoners, but shot and killed all exposed enemies at the fastest speed and drove them out of their positions.

As long as you persist enough time, Canaan's front-line executives will assemble more troops to launch a counterattack, repelling enemies threatening this direction into the distance, and then leaving an outpost to wait for the next battle to repeat the previous steps.

...

The first round of killings ended soon.

"What an ordinary and monotonous day," squadron leader Bren muttered in the echo crystal that could communicate at a short distance. "I mean these creatures, I mean the orcs, trolls and orcs who have just been shot down by us, can they grow out by sowing seeds in the ground? Kill one after another."

The squadron's companions were silent, and everyone should be resting and changing hidden points.

Squadron Captain Bren continued, “Hey guys, let me say there is no better weapon in the world than a bow and arrow, a ranger with a good bow and enough bow and arrow can defeat more than a dozen times the enemy.

"I think war will develop in this direction: at some point in the future, everyone will fight from a distance, using some weapon that is farther and more precise than crossbow arrows, but it is easy to master. In this way, all warriors can be like our rangers, hide at a long distance and fight with each other.

"Guys, I'm really looking forward to such an era!"

No, you won't expect. In that era, the greatest sniper could not withstand the coverage of a round of cannonage. If one round was not enough, then another round. Halandil muttered to himself in his heart.

The half-elves seemed to have no objection to the squadron leader's statement. Keha echoed the squadron leader's statement, while Brown raised several technical questions.

"Mr. Rangers, the battle has just begun, and the enemy's hunters will come up later." Pilotis reminded everyone not to listen to the captain's nonsense. He quickly checked his arrow reserves, looked for new cover, and prepared to face the enemy's second round of attacks.

The criticized squadron leader stopped talking, and the Echo Crystal calmed down again. A team of only seven people moved carefully on a large battlefield, hid themselves, and cleaned them up.

Halandir flipped through the bags and prepared to find something to eat. The interval between battles was not only an important rest time for him, but also a limited time for free activity. Once the battle was over, he was likely to return to forced sleep or be subject to other restrictions.

At this time, he suddenly heard a slight movement.

He hurriedly looked down and found a gray mouse lying on his feet with a small piece of baked biscuit and a thin thread on his back. There was also a piece of crystal hanging on the thin thread, which allowed one-on-one contacts that were not monitored and noticed.

Compared with echo communications that fail at any time, wired communication is very stable. Some human soldiers and demons will be arranged to do this job specifically, traveling on the battlefield like mice, and laying communication lines and hubs that are not easily disturbed.

Harandil immediately took off the baking cookies and crystals, crushed some to the mouse in return. Then he took off the crystals, hung them on his ears with the thin, soft metal wire, and then knocked them twice.

"Try my cookies!" The half-elves lady who was still very serious just now said to him happily, "I just baked it when I set off!"

"How do you know I'm in this position?"

"I'm behind you, and you don't pay attention to the rear! You can clearly see you from my position, Halandier, if you want to change this habit, you will be detoured by the enemy from behind."

"Okay, okay."

Harandil turned his head carefully and looked back. Miss Ranger had long silver hair and wheat-colored skin, which was incompatible with the desolate battlefield. But she had a very clever way of hiding herself, and even Harandil could not find her.

Pilottis is different from most half-elves who do not know her parents. His father is an elves and his mother is a human concubine. Because of this relationship, she has more freedom and does not have to sleep from time to time like the jars and jars that take back the cabinets. What's even more wonderful is that she will get limited citizenship faster and live in Canaan. She lives in a military camp near the border and has some leisure time, often bringing everyone the cookies and cakes they baked.

Her biscuits are baked with flour, butter, eggs, and honey, and they are slightly heated in her hands. Only in a fixed camp can the pilottis be found to the oven and heat it to about 200 degrees. Then add the flour to butter and stir. In the middle, add eggs, honey, herbs, chopped almonds and orange peels, stir continuously until evenly, and then knead them into dough with your hands.

The baked bread is cut into small square pieces, and the pilottis is also pressed with a diagonal cross in the middle of each biscuit, wrapped with banyan leaves, so that it is convenient for everyone to share.

Isn't this Lambas, it's exactly the same! Although it cannot enhance willpower and prolong life without magic, it tastes great and can withstand hunger.

Halandier took a careful bite and felt that the skin was crispy, hard and soft in the center, while the baked almonds and orange peel were full of sweetness.

"How is it?" Miss Ranger asked in a low voice, "I have improved it, is it better? Unfortunately, there is no cocoa sauce on the front line~"

Before Halandil answered, she said to herself: "When my service period is over, I will open a bakery shop in Canaan. I heard that explorers and producers are all going to the rationing center to eat, but God's Chosen and scholars still like handmade products."

Please stop talking... Halandil wanted to stop Miss Ranger's extremely unlucky speech, but he didn't know how to speak.

Two different memories melted together, like cakes and cream were crushed and squeezed into a ball. Halandir was convinced that he should have lived in another much better world, named Loan, an ordinary and kind citizen who did not threaten anyone.

By chance, he obtained a piece of ancient stone slab that looked very much like a real one, with strange patterns and recognizable texts. When the agents of the Mysterious Event Investigation Bureau broke into the door, he had just tried the ancient formation according to the stone slab...

Then he saw himself flying out of his body, and his original body turned into ashes in front of the stunned investigator. Then he passed through the mysterious tunnel and flew through the light and shadow and beautiful scenery. Time flew behind him and entered a ranger named Halandir.

The ex-boy "Halandil", the poor half-elf ranger stabbed into his heart with an elf-style battle blade, fearing that he would not die, and even stirred it hard, splashing the ground with minced meat and blood.

Witnessing this bloody scene, Luo An could calm down and touch his chest, and found that the wound had healed. Near him was the yellow earth, covered with half-elves, orcs, and half-orcs' corpses.

The half-elf whose memory and existence mixed in two parts of the memory was blank, and it took a while before murmuring:

"I thought about it and traveled through time myself."

He looked at the bloody corpse on the ground, his mind was filled with vague thoughts. The original memory became fragmented, like a hard drive that had never been sorted out and was repeatedly overwritten. It seemed that everything was remembered, and it was so messy that it was difficult to describe.

Halandil needs time to re-crush the memory and materials to assist his thinking. However, his identity seems very special and is often sent to the front line for cruel battles. Once the battle is over, he will be contained and protected by troops from behind, and then forced into frozen sleep until the next battle breaks out again.

This is a life like a domestic animal!
Chapter completed!