"Wake up, sir!" The scene in front of him was blurry, and he could see a figure outside the transparent glass. Lines of letters flash with various data streams around the border of the helmet's glass. He had never seen a helmet with this data line before. He has been pulled off the ground after feeling a force on his body. He sucked in a breath because his left arm had a sharp pain. He felt his stomach tighten, goosebumps accompanied by bouts of dizziness that made him vomit immediately. The helmet's glass vomited on it, and a terrible odor increased, so he hurriedly put off his helmet. "Sir! Don't you want to live anymore? Put on your helmet!" The man carrying him walked briskly, shouting hoarsely, his voice muffled because he had taken off his helmet and was far away from the intercom device embedded in the helmet. A feeling of suffocation came, and the reeking smell hit his nose. He couldn't breathe. He immediately coughed violently. It took a lot of effort to stop. He wanted

The terrible catastrophe changed the Earth's environment, with oxygen getting thinner every year, massive particulate matter floating in the air, an exponential rise in sulfides, and ubiquitous radiation that would not dissipate for many years. Humans, even if they were not preyed upon by the Earth Pulse insects, died in large numbers because of these harsh conditions.　　Why exactly the division of camps to this point, Lucio really does not understand. He only vaguely understood that it was probably to be able to strengthen the rule of all the people of the Federation. But now his priority is to survive, he is new to the world, do not know anything, these things are too far away from his, do not think so much first.　　In other words, Lucio is now under constant monitoring of the "Gabord System". The bracelet on his wrist is actually the ID terminal of every citizen, equivalent to the sum of the former smartphone, IC card, ID card, driver's license, social security card and a series of

　　It's just that he's worried about getting himself involved in partisan battles. This sort of thing was all too common in the military, where young and ambitious officers pulled in like-minded people in order to build a future force of their own, something he had suffered from in the army. Now he didn't know how the left wing of the third squadron related to the right wing, but he and Crawford belonged to two combat units, left and right, after all, and although he wouldn't reject Crawford, he didn't intend to get too close to his, otherwise where would he stand in the unit he belonged to? Lucio's answer thus seemed somewhat ambiguous.　　Lucio was putting on the power exoskeleton on his own for the first time. He thought he would be hesitant, but it turned out that it didn't seem to be difficult, and the movements and steps seemed to be engraved in his instincts, and he finished putting it on naturally, which made his sigh with relief.　　But it's a big problem!　　Lucio's answer was a

"Ensign, it's the Captain calling us, we can finally go back to our unit."Lucio's id had received the objective for today's march last night, and they were to try to rejoin the large force of three squadrons moving slowly ahead at 3pm, so the time was tight and the speed would need to be fast. Marching in the middle of the jungle was actually difficult, and to keep moving at high speed would inevitably create a great deal of commotion that could easily invite danger. The officers of the 3rd Squadron chose the more suitable route, which was the road on which Griffin rejoined Confidential 1, and which had been prepared in the past and was considered relatively flat and easy to follow.To be honest, when Lucio saw the soldiers in full armor, men and women lined up neatly according to their height, there was a very strong feeling of dissonance in his heart, he still didn't have the habit of being in the military all the time, he was used to seeing all female fears or all male fears. It s

Lucio was so embarrassed that he stopped talking and followed Nola Franks into the café. Nola Franks smiled and took Lucio, who was a bit uncomfortable, to a seat in the corner, where they ordered coffee from the waiter and chatted casually.The party marched through the primeval jungle, and as far as the eye could see, all it could see was a yellow-green color. These were plants that Lucio mostly didn't recognize anymore, mutated plants that had found their way to survive in the scarce sunlight, murky atmosphere, and omnipresent radiation. Plants were always the most resilient creatures, and humans, perhaps in a sense, were not as good as them.Thanks to such a special fear, the amount of work required for the construction of the building was drastically reduced, saving a great deal of material, money and manpower, which enabled such magnificent walls and huge towers to be built in half a century's time. The great Federal Marshal Rudolph once said: "The assimilation of the diamond is