Chapter 381 To Kill or Not to Kill, that Is the Question

Everyone was ready to go and rescue the trapped wolves and crows. According to Yingyang's judgment, they should be in Tu-Xiaowak's secret research institute.

She was deeply impressed by the excavated walls.

Yingyang's xv22 combat suit has the ability to fly, and the speed is decent, barely keeping up with the speed of the battle motorcycle.

But the battle motorcycle was obviously not designed to carry people, and Lin Fan couldn't find a place to sit.

In the end, Lin Fan thought about letting Yingyang carry him on his back. When Kosaro heard this, how could he give such a glorious moment to others!

Kosaro broke the glory flagpole on his backpack with his backhand. It was an unparalleled honor for his body to bear the offspring of the Khan.

There was no need for this rack with the enemy's skull inserted to prove anything. From now on, the damage on his power backpack will remind him again and again that he is fortunate to serve the Venerable.

He knelt on one knee in front of Lin Fan, shouting, "Uncle, you can ride on my neck." According to the Quanzhou Library, in the ancient Terra period, the ancestors would put the people they loved and respected in their hearts on their shoulders.

Lin Fan felt strange no matter how he listened to it. This thing was like a kind of riding a big horse that had gone astray. He wondered if it was not a son riding on his father's head?

But Lin Fan looked at Kosaro with respect in his eyes, and there was no intention of wanting to be his father at all. Lin Fan could only sigh, sit on the power backpack behind him, and step out his legs from the side of his head.

"Md. This is too social. Is there anything to grab? I'm not used to having nothing to grab." Lin Fan complained in his heart, feeling his buttocks were rubbing.

Where should he grab, the only strand of hair on Kosaro's bald head? This thing was still soft and attached to his scalp. Lin Fan was really afraid that Kosaro would become bald if he clawed it down.

Lin Fan could only quietly put his hands on his waist and resist the urge to grab something.

The sound of the rocket engine came, and Priest Dilia soared in the sky, holding Rebecca in her arms. The two of them could study what Amaraga was doing.

"What a powerful engine sound! It is very suitable for installing on a motorcycle. Uncle, what do you think?"

Korsaro Khan did not look up at the sky. He knew that there was Lin Fan behind him. He did not want his honor to become a bad memory because of looking up.

"Ah." Lin Fan endured the bumps from his butt and said, "Don't you have a hoverbike? During the expedition, we all drove hoverbikes."

"Really?" Kosaro envied, "We have only seen hoverbikes in the Dark Raven's arsenal, the honorary weapon of a Shadow Grand Master. If I can also have a hoverbike, it would definitely be a great honor."

Then he fell into self-blame for the decline of the current war group, "I'm sorry, uncle. We have shamed the predecessors of the White Scars."

"No, you don't have to blame yourself for anything. You have done well enough. Chagatai also recognizes your efforts."

"Really? That's great."

Koksaro Khan felt his eyes moist. Being recognized by his father and his father's friends is simply the best comfort.

It would be great if Juba Khan was here too. As an old company commander from the Great Expedition and now the commander of the White Scars, he would definitely be moved by these words.

The crowd drove towards the secret research institute. Along the way, they crossed the trenches and passed through the scorched earth created by the bombardment.

They passed through the high walls erected by the Tau, but these walls no longer had the color of the past. The clean white of the alloy was stained by dried blood, showing a dull red.

The White Scars were wary of the Tau's attack, and Yingyang was ready to give orders.

But it was so dead silent here, with flames burning in the damaged buildings. There were no bodies except blood and all kinds of filth on the ground.

"This guy did a pretty good job this time. It seems that he has recovered everything? So fast?" Lin Fan looked up at the sky and asked Yingyang loudly about the situation of the director of Yongtan.

"What authority did you give Yongtan? It looks like he has infiltrated you all a long time ago."

Yingyang replied to Lin Fan, "If I lose the news, then Yongtan will become the highest commander of the battlefield. This is the personal order of the Supreme Ether Ammonium."

Well, the remaining soldiers should have been gathered together by Amara and annihilated, and their bodies were all transported away.

"Don't you have a caste system? Yong Tan is just a member of the Earth Clan. How can he take over the command? What about the other Fire Clan?"

"He is an honorary ether. He can act on behalf of the ether in times of crisis. This is the rule of caste law. I..." Ying Yang fell silent as she spoke. She was constantly scanning the entire Titanium Castle, but the inanimate feedback she received made her despair and hatred grow.

After listening for a long time, Korsaro Khan also felt the taste of conspiracy. He asked Lin Fan if the director of Yong Tan was a demon.

Lin Fan said that Yong Tan was most likely his old rival, a master of blood pity named Amaraga, who attacked Chagatai and survived under the Emperor's manifestation.

Who is this guy? What organization is he from? Lin Fan was puzzled. He was not afraid of the Four Gods, nor was he afraid of the Emperor. The biological weapons of the whole are inextricably linked to the subspace, and now they are doing atrocities in the territory of the Titanium Clan.

Is it the remnant of the secret cult that has not been eliminated? As a master of the Blood Mercy, he possesses too much knowledge.

They quickly rushed to the location of the research institute, only to see a deep pit. This was the sudden situation on the battlefield that Rebecca had mentioned before.

"So how do we get down?" Lin Fan looked at the pit, wondering if it would be a bit too ostentatious for him to jump down directly.

But Kosaro had his own tricks. His beard showed a confident smile, and he blew a loud eagle whistle. The White Scars laughed and recited the words of Chagatai.

"Confusing the enemy is the easiest way to win. If this strategy is implemented, then fighting is no different from playing chess."

"At any time, the enemy's momentum and our army's strength should be opposite to each other. If we are few, we should show our strength; if we are many, we should show our strength. If we are a millimeter away from the enemy, we will be visible thousands of miles away. If we are a thousand miles away from the enemy, we will be visible at a millimeter. In this way, danger will also become a benefit."

"So in addition to showing the enemy the truth, we should also cater to the enemy's expectations. Find out the enemy's strategy and meet it according to his intention. This is to use the enemy's power and scheme as a cover for us, and attack from the clouds with the force of thunder."

"But if you drive a motorcycle, just charge and you're done."

Amid Lin Fan's exclamation, the white scarred soldiers rushed the motorcycles down the vertical rock wall.

Comparison of vehicle and personnel size