13.Ethnicity in doubt

The night went by without a hitch, and since there was little damage to the Borg-designated highway KH599, even though the detectable range of the troop carrier was always limited to 50 meters, Hunter still drove it smoothly until the day broke, but of course, Cho Woo could bet that more than half of that time was on autopilot.

Zhao Yu rubbed his eyes and straightened up from his seat, his muscles were free of any discomfort except for a slight soreness that once again made him feel the value of health.

Borg woke up a long time ago, still not wearing a helmet, he opened a car window and rested his cheek with one hand, looking out the window and staring at the scenery. And as always, the scenery was nothing to look at, just boring rocks and bushes and low, dark clouds that felt like they would never go away.

Gabriel was still sitting where he was, wearing his helmet and mask, and Jo Yu couldn't even tell if he was awake or napping.

"Awake?" Borg looked over at Zao Yu, "How are you feeling?"

"Not bad, just a little hungry." Speaking of which, it had also been almost a day since he had eaten anything.

"I'm also ... I purposely instructed the people at the base to bring some food when they evacuate, so I hope they have thought about it." Borg sighed.

At that moment, Hunter spoke up from the front driver's seat, "Sergeant, I'm getting a contact signal from Sergeant Hartman."

"Oh, looks like we're getting to our destination." Borg put on his helmet, "This is Sergeant Borg, go ahead."

Jo Yu also put his helmet back on, the communication channel was not encrypted and the conversation between the two was transmitted word for word.

"Sergeant Borg, good to hear your voice." Hartman was the commander of the other MF1, "I'm sending you the coordinates of our current position, please meet us at this location."

Borg was silent for a moment, seemingly checking the map, "This isn't Hudik?"

"It's about five kilometers south of Hudik, where we've rendezvoused with another friendly force."

"Huh? We have another friendly army?"

"Some of our brothers from the 472nd Mech Regiment, who are just as reluctant to surrender as we are, and are planning to head for the Fifth War Zone." Hartman's voice sounded very excited, "We'll definitely make it!"

"That's great news ... but why don't we just meet up in the town of Hudik?"

"That town ... we're a bit unsure about, the 472nd Regiment heard about the old man and wanted to see if it was reliable."

Zhao Yu completely did not expect that he would be shot even if he was just spectating, and could not help but interject, "That Hudik town has a problem?"

"We don't know if there's a problem, the rendezvous with the 472nd Regiment was only two hours ago, and they all just got here, but there is indeed an abnormality in that town ... Anyway, you guys can come over here first, and then we'll discuss it in detail."

Borg turned off the communication channel and shrugged towards Zhao Yu, "We still have to wait for us to discuss it ... Look at this efficiency, it's only a ghost if we can beat the alliance army!"

Although the mouth said mean, but ten minutes later, Borg took the lead to put on a sunny smile, jumped out of the car and Sergeant Hartmann warmly embraced, vigorously patted each other on the back, like a reunion of friends who hadn't seen each other for many years.

"Old Char used to say that if it had been a time of peace, our sergeant would have at least been a senator." Hunter muttered as he watched the scene.

Zhao Yu and the other two followed suit and got out of the car, and the one who came up to meet him was a big man so strong and lanky that he looked like a professional wrestler, the power armor couldn't even strangle his muscles, "Brothers, it's great to see you back!"

"Corporal Battaglia, if you don't let go, our combat suits will be scrapped ..."

Zhao Yu looked around, it was the edge of a hill, he saw four MF1s and a heavy shield, in addition there were at least a hundred mech infantrymen, almost all the soldiers removed their helmets and were obviously in a state of recuperation, while Borg and Hartman were chatting with an officer about something.

"That's Lieutenant Tony Lee, out of the 472nd," Battaglia introduced, "with over a hundred of his brothers."

"Lee ...?" Zhao Yu squinted his eyes and looked over, finally determining regretfully that the other party just had a surname more like his own compatriots, and from the bloodline probably had nothing to do with Chinese since the founding of the United States, and was an absolutely pure white man, "By the way, those battle tanks don't seem to be in a good condition?"

"The 472nd isn't as nice as the old guys in our regiment, Lieutenant Lee was leading the men all the way from the base to kill them." Battaglia explained.

"That ruthless? The 472nd didn't send any pursuers?"

"The pursuit was given up after a dozen kilometers, the 472nd Regiment had to form up to prepare for the surrender." Battaglia said and also shook her head, "We're the only ones who got the chase all the way treatment."

"That's damn great." Zhao Yu sighed.

At this time, a mecha infantryman came over, "Hey, Zhao Yu, you're still alive! How's the injury on your left hand?"

There weren't many people who knew Zhao Yu's name and were willing to call him by that name instead of the nickname "old man", only one to be exact, but this person had been wearing a helmet before, so Zhao Yu froze for a moment before responding, "... ...Pvt. Kristin Sanchez?"

"Still remembering my full name ah, so touched, come and give me a hug!"

Kristin said and walked up with a smile on his face, wrapping his arms around Zhao Yu's neck and hugging him hard, a few soldiers around him whistled unkindly.

Zhao Yu's body stiffened for a moment, but in the end, he hugged Kristin as well and patted him gently. The other party's black hair brushed his face with a hint of faint fragrance, making him feel that it was all a bit surreal.

Why didn't anyone tell me Kristin Sanchez was a woman!

"You guys did such a great job yesterday that the enemy's attack was paralyzed in one go, so we had a chance to escape ...," Kristin finally let go of Zhao Yu, "Wow, your face is a bit red hey, haven't you ever been hugged by a young girl hugged before?"

Zhao Yu could only sigh again, "No, there have been ... but that was more than a hundred years ago."

Speaking of this time, Zhao Yu himself felt ridiculous - after realizing what the nature of his illness was, that girl had disappeared without leaving a word, and Zhao Yu didn't blame her because even he himself had despaired at that time. But today, Zhao Yu is still alive and well standing here, his whole body exudes the vigor that belongs to young people, while that girl ... has long disappeared from this world, probably not even able to find a tombstone.

Kristin didn't know what Zhao Yu was feeling inside, showing an apologetic expression, "I'm sorry, did it remind you of any bad past?"

Zhao Yu shrugged, "It's fine, it's all in the past."

"Then ... I'll go back to my side first, remember to look for me if something happens!"

Kristin walked away, Hunter poked Zhao Yu's waist: "Old man, I'm impressed with you ... How long did you spend with her? Ten minutes? Fifteen minutes? Is this the secret of picking up girls in the 21st century? Can you teach me?"

Zhao Yu glanced at him, "Simple, you also sleep for two or three hundred years, and then you can brag about being a storyteller to everyone."

"Oh, I'm not going to sleep for two or three hundred years, it would be too frustrating if the death countdown is still on when I wake up!" Hunter rubbed his chin as he continued to ogle Kristin in the distance, "Old man, this girl has a lot of flavor, I'll get on if you're not interested."

"You're not expecting the car captain to take you to Vegas to spend your days?"

"Hahaha, I tested you a little, and sure enough you moved!" Hunter laughed and gave Zhao Yu a punch as he walked away himself, "Then hurry up and get it on, old man, the way to pursue girls in this era may be very different from your time, you need to practice more!"

"This era?" Zhao Yu exhaled, "I still need to take the time to understand it properly before I can do so."

To be fair, Kristin was quite good looking. She clearly had Latina blood, had slightly curly black hair, slightly brown skin, dark pupils, and didn't look very old, probably only in her early twenties, and her legs were still long - if it was in the early 21st century, she'd have no problem even going to Hollywood to make a career out of it, but this was the mid-22nd century, and most people were genetically modified However, it was the middle of the 22nd century, most people had been genetically modified, and the number of people who had tampered with their faces was equally high, so it wasn't easy to find an ugly one, and her advantages weren't that obvious.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yu also looked at the surrounding people, the United States is worthy of immigrant countries, even if the country does not exist, the land is still surviving in all colors of the ethnic groups, standing here in more than a hundred people, blacks accounted for about one-third of the white people from blonde to brunette are all the same, and Kristin, like the Latino also see seven or eight, and there are even two seem to be the Arabs, but Zhao Yu can not figure it out is that, yellow skin, black hair of East Asians in addition to their own, the black hair of the East Asian people, the yellow skin, the black hair of the black hair of the black hair of the black people. But what Zhao Yu couldn't figure out was that the yellow-skinned and black-haired East Asians were not even a single one besides himself, not even the ones with suspected Southeast Asian ancestry.

What the hell? Wasn't it said that there were a lot of Asians on the west coast of the United States? What's happened in the last hundred years or so? Even if it was the Great Eruption, it wouldn't be enough to make the Chinese disappear, right?

Zhao Yu was thinking of finding someone to ask about this topic when Bogey returned.

"I exchanged words with Lieutenant Li and the others, it seems that they don't need our help for now, old man, we can sit on the side and watch the show."

"Watch the show? What the hell happened?"

Borg signaled Zhao Yu to follow him to the edge of the hill and pointed to the distance, "There's the town of Hudik, you can see it, right?"

"Of course I can."

It was a complex of a large area of boring gray and white houses, barely more than five stories, featureless, and judging from its size it was about the size that it could house 20,000 to 30,000 people.

"The town of Hudik is supposed to still have inhabitants, but we can't reach them at all, the whole town is dead," Borg explained, "Lieutenant Lee and the others have been watching for two hours and found nothing."

"So planning to check it out after meeting up with us?" Zhao Yu couldn't help but ask another question, "But why do we have to care about the town of Hudik? There's a large group of pursuers behind us, and it's hard to get a night's lead on them, so there's no reason to waste it here, right?"

"Oh, I didn't make it clear to you, Hudik Town used to be used as a military base, and only began to gradually change to civilian use a decade or so ago." Borg replied, "As you know we don't have enough supplies and have to replenish them, and the town of Hudik is our last possible supply point - as for Lieutenant Lee, he inadvertently got a piece of information when he was in the 472nd Regiment, that some kind of weaponry research was being conducted in secret in the town, and he wanted to go and get that that as a meet-and-greet gift to the Fifth War Area."

"Sounds like the beginning of a bad story where a bunch of people die trying to release a monster at all ..."

"But we can't stop him." Borg clasped his hands to his chest, "Ah, Lieutenant Lee's men are off."

An MF1 and a squad of mech infantry left the hill and headed for the town below.

"Very cautious." Zhao Yu said unexpectedly, "Is he planning to search the town with this number of people? It would have to be dark, right?"

"No, he just intends to send people in first to see what's going on, after all, there should be at least tens of thousands of people in this town, and to not see a single one right now is ultimately abnormal ... If he determines that there's no one, the main force that stayed behind should probably start moving."

Zhao Yu frowned and looked at the group of scouts.

Both the mecha infantry and the battle spiders were fast, and within a few minutes, they had reached the vicinity of the town's entrance, and the battle spiders slowed down and stepped onto the road at the town's entrance in coordination with a few infantrymen, and then they were out of sight.

For the next half an hour, the people who stayed on the hill had nothing to do, and Zhao Yu took the opportunity to go to Battaglia to ask for some food, finally recovering a bit of strength. Just as Zhao Yu was planning to go and chat with Kristin, a commotion suddenly rose from the 472nd Regiment's side.

"What's going on?" Zhao Yu saw Lieutenant Li with a serious face issuing some kind of command towards his men, then he put on his helmet, the mecha infantrymen stood up and carried their guns, and the two MF1s and heavy shields were activated together, looking like they were about to go out on the battlefield, "The advance team sent a report of peace?"

"Just the opposite." Hunter came over, "I heard it was the advance team that suddenly lost contact ... This is too weird! That's twenty mech infantry and an MF1! Even if there was some kind of ambush in the town, it's not so bad that they couldn't even send out a warning!"

Not a single person from the 472nd Regiment was left, and hundreds of people rushed down the hill in great numbers, heading straight for the town of Hudik.