Section 4, Spies

The military uniform he wore was second-hand. By comparing the spectrum of nylon fibers, Mowis successfully identified the Asian Third Garment Factory that produced this batch of high-elastic fabric. The factory confirmed, through sample comparison and the blurred number on the collar of the uniform, that this was indeed their product from nineteen years ago. The item number and military code indicated that this batch of combat uniforms was allocated by the logistics department of the Republican Army. As for the receiving unit, it was the reorganized 81st Division stationed at the S12 mining area at that time. The item number and military code indicated that this batch of combat uniforms was allocated by the logistics department of the Republican Army. As for the receiving unit, it was the reorganized 81st Division stationed at the S12 mining area at that time

He closed the folder, Mo Weisi shut his eyes, gently pressing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. After nearly three minutes, he reopened the case file, furrowed his brow, and silently stared at it.

Of course, this refers to the present. If time were to flow backward to eighteen years ago, the number of those still living underground would be even greater

The young man still wore a smile on his face and said softly, "Reorganize the 81st Division, Zhao Yi."

The color of the ceiling is a pale pink, slightly tinged with gray due to the dim lighting

Gazing at the ceiling that will never change, Zhao Yi's lips curled into a faint melancholic smile as he murmured to himself: "No one believes we are still alive. However... the truth is, after all, not as imagined."

The Earth Federation Army has not yet restructured the 81st Division.

This is an open secret within the Earth Federation

Zhao Yi perceived the fear and doubt within them. He spread his right foot, firmly planted on the ground, and said earnestly: "I am the sole survivor"

Wei Wen suddenly noticed that deep within the young man's pupils, there was an obscure glimmer that was difficult to define, subtly flickering. However, it was certain—this was definitely not hostility

He is a young man approximately seventeen or eighteen years old

They held on until the end

He is also curiously observing the people in front of him

No spy would be foolish enough to use something like this. Unless they were born with their head flattened by forceps during delivery.

Lying on a military cot covered only by a thin blanket, Zhao Yi raised his hands, crossing them behind his head, and calmly gazed at the rectangular space above him

From the moment he decided to make contact with Wei Wen's team, he had already anticipated the treatment he is currently receiving

Morris is an exceptionally seasoned intelligence officer. He pays great attention to detail and excels at analyzing the entire situation from the overlooked side issues. However, the flaws of the mysterious young man are also too obvious—after thoroughly searching the compiled roster of the 81st Division stored on the computer, there are a total of eleven individuals with the same name as his, yet none of them match the information he provided.

Morris mumbled, shook his head, and took a large sip of thick coffee

He walked up to the mysteriously enigmatic young stranger and fixed his gaze on the other person's clear, water-like eyes. After nearly five minutes, he finally reached out and firmly patted his shoulder. In a voice that was somewhat uncertain yet sufficiently steady, he said: "Thank you... thank you for saving us. Welcome back"

Imprisonment is not actually directed at him alone

This special number can only be found in the military history room. It serves as a horn, inspiring countless soldiers and those who wish to achieve success on the battlefield. It encourages them to regain their spirit and confidence in the most desperate, helpless, and disheartened moments. To fight fiercely, to roar, and to strive for their own honor with blood and life

The senior sergeant stood up from the rock and leaned towards Wei Wen beside him. He instinctively tightened his grip on the assault rifle and asked in a voice only the two of them could hear: "Is it him?"

In the upper right corner of the open page, there is prominently affixed a photograph of Zhao Yi, which was just submitted by the military police a few hours ago

Uncle Fantasy is not wrong. As for Layom and Li Cheng... the people outside, they indeed think we are all dead

Regardless of the circumstances, he should at least have a face-to-face meeting before being sent to a psychiatric hospital

He has repeatedly emphasized that he is only eighteen years old

... ...

All members of Team Weiwen have confirmed that this young man named Zhao Yi hails from the north. The shooting position during the battle was also deep within the S12 mining area

As soon as the words were spoken, the atmosphere on site immediately fell silent

Wei Wen, who stood in the middle, did not speak and made no actions that would elicit a strong reaction from his companions

Spies can infiltrate the federation under any identity. However, they will absolutely not use the special designation of the 81st Division.

The battle eighteen years ago buried everything of the reorganized 81st Division, along with the nuclear warheads and countless names honored with the title of "martyr," deep within the S12 mine.

The expression of the senior sergeant was relatively composed. However, one could clearly hear the hissing sound of him inhaling sharply.

The office is no different from those of other intelligence officers, with locked metal cabinets lining the walls and thick file folders stacked on either side of the desk. Hundreds of sheets of paper, each printed with different content, are haphazardly piled on the shelves. Near the center of the desk, several pages show clear light brown stains from dried ketchup and coffee.

Apart from the mutated creatures and ghosts infected by radiation, it is impossible for there to be any living humans in that place

In the recent history of the Earth Federation over the past decade, the reorganization of the 81st Division has become a legend, a symbol most admired by all soldiers and even by all citizens

He sat on a swivel chair that creaked under the pressure of his sturdy body, his thick, short fingers slowly stirring a strong coffee with double sugar and cream. His eyes, squeezed into a narrow slit by wrinkles and fat, remained fixed on the documents laid out on the table

But how can one explain this event that occurred right under one's nose

A few minutes later, he had arrived at a location just over three meters away from the reconnaissance team and came to a stop

This guy... should be a severe patient who has escaped from some mental hospital

The freckled soldier's eyes flashed with unmistakable fear, his lips parted wide, and beads of sweat began to emerge densely on his forehead

No extra objects can be found anymore. As for light and ventilation, they rely on a window situated more than three meters above the ground. Standing inside the room feels like being trapped at the bottom of a narrow, deep well. One can only rely on the faint slanting light from above to roughly gauge the passage of morning, dusk, and night, as if the air itself has completely stagnated, with the risk of suffocation at any moment

The door is made of solid titanium steel with a thickness of 5 centimeters. As humanity's exploration of space continues to expand, this metal, which was once considered a special material in the last century, has become increasingly common. However, its hardness and strength have not changed in the slightest.

However, Zhao Yi's "treatment"... must be somewhat more special.

As the Director of the Intelligence Department, it was the first time he encountered such a situation

Wei Wen squinted his eyes slightly, nodded gently, and said in a low voice: "Perhaps! If someone were to come from that direction... there shouldn't be a second person."

Captain Mo Wei's office has always been the dimmest room in the base

The freckled soldier and the sergeant exchanged a glance, both instinctively tightening their grips on their rifles. As they struggled to control their emotions, holding their breaths and suppressing the growing fear and shock deep within, they felt the tension rising, wanting to raise their rifles to aim at each other. At that moment, Wei Wen finally took a step forward

This is simply a boring joke

The bed is a simple alloy frame. Zhao Yi has never understood the purpose of that blanket. It is very thin, making it unsuitable for either padding or covering. Perhaps it was intentionally added to make the furnishings in this narrow cell appear somewhat richer, serving as a visual deception that ultimately has no effect.

Zhao Yi did not lie—he is indeed the sole survivor of the reorganized 81st Division

How did he achieve a shooting distance of over 4,500 meters

This caused his taut nerves to gradually relax. He removed his right hand from the holster at his waist, extended it towards the stranger across from him, and said in a gentle and friendly tone: "Hello"

Identity verification is an exceptionally complex matter—every citizen of the Republic must undergo information entry by the Census Bureau from the moment of birth. The recorded items include fingerprints, genetic data, iris recognition codes, as well as the probabilities and compatibility ratios of parents producing offspring. A personal identity's original file can contain as many as 15,000 words. Even if the Pan-United Military Intelligence Department truly intended to employ the outdated trick of battlefield rescue to secretly insert infiltrators within the Earth Federation, they would not casually bring in an inexplicable individual. A personal identity's original file can contain as many as 15,000 words. Even if the Pan-United Military Intelligence Department truly intended to employ the outdated trick of battlefield rescue to secretly insert infiltrators within the Earth Federation, they would not casually bring in an inexplicable individual.

... ...

Following the rescued reconnaissance team, they made their way back to the garrison of the Earth Federation Army. There were no applause or embraces; several fully armed military police directly escorted them here. Throughout the entire process, not a single word was asked.

This place has not changed significantly from where I was over ten hours ago

Every pair of eyes is watching him

The only difference is that it has been raised from a depth of 560 meters underground to the surface

Morris is forty-eight years old this year, and his weight has exceeded one hundred ninety-seven kilograms. This is the result of a long time spent dealing with words and paper. He has no dietary discipline and suffers from alcoholism. Despite his battered body, he has a particular fondness for foods rich in nitrites, such as smoked meats and sausages. This makes him appear much older than his actual age, and his gray hair is increasingly thinning. The handsome and tall figure captured in his photograph at twenty has completely become bloated and misshapen, yet his persistent and almost stubborn character has not changed at all. This makes him appear much older than his actual age, and his gray hair is increasingly thinning. The handsome and tall figure captured in his photograph at twenty has completely become bloated and misshapen, yet his persistent and almost stubborn character has not changed at all.

The soldier with freckles and the senior sergeant have changed their positions. They have formed a somewhat irregular triangle centered around Wei Wen. The wounded soldier leaning against the rock has also adjusted his sitting posture, with a fully loaded AMP resting diagonally on his legs. These actions may seem casual, but they are the most effective way to deal with unfamiliar visitors. If necessary, this young man at the core of the shooting position will be completely covered by unimpeded and fierce firepower.

Morris had seen the gun that had been seized by the gendarmerie—the metal inscription on the stock indicated that it was an M201K rifle produced by the Atlanta Armory in 2036. This type of gun has an effective range of no more than 480 meters and uses 5.56mm caliber ammunition. However, the entire rifle had clearly been modified. The chamber had been transformed into a launch device resembling a magnetic energy propulsion system, and the 9mm projectiles in the magazine were longer and heavier than typical rounds of the same caliber. They bore signs of manual modifications. Its performance was similar to, or even superior to, the latest model of the "Shadow Kill" sniper rifle. Yet, in terms of appearance, it was essentially just a pile of rags and various parts cobbled together.

As for the wounded soldier slumped on the ground, his face wrapped in bandages revealed no change in emotion; all that could be seen were his hands trembling slightly. The intensity of the tremors grew increasingly pronounced

Morris does not believe that Zhao Yi is a spy

The entire sequence of events is, in fact, not complicated—a young librarian who saved several soldiers of the Earth Federation on the battlefield returned to the base along with those he rescued. According to the normal progression of the story, he should have received rewards and accolades. ... The problem lies in ... . ... this young man, dressed in an old military uniform, actually claims to be the sole survivor of the reorganized 81st Division

Wei Wen continued to add: "179th Infantry Division, 3rd Regiment Search Brigade, Wei Wen"

Wei Wen's mind瞬间闪掠过无数种答案—he wanted to equate his own explanation with the young man standing before him who called himself "Zhao Yi." However, no matter what kind of explanation he considered, he could find no possibility that matched.

Not a single one of them surrendered

He is truly an interesting little fellow

The unfamiliar young man hesitated slightly, resting the gun he held against his shoulder, grasping the other person's palm, and responded in a tone laced with a hint of a smile: "... ... Hello"

Firm, yet not lacking in elements of softness

Whether it is the Earth Federation or the Pan-Union, every soldier returning from the battlefield must undergo a detailed interrogation. This is an essential measure for assessing military achievements and gathering various information. Especially near the front lines of the combat zone, vigilance against the opponent's covert infiltration has become the most fundamental principle adhered to by both sides in the conflict

His height is not particularly tall, probably around 1.75 meters. He has shoulder-length black hair that does not appear messy, with strands falling from his forehead, curling inward like a woman's bangs. His facial expression is exceptionally calm, even slightly shy. However, his skin tone exhibits a sickly pallor. At first glance, he gives off a faint air of melancholy. He is wearing a summer combat jacket, which is heavily worn at the edges, with visible threads sticking out and ceramic armor plates protruding from the high-elastic nylon underneath. The buttons on his chest are undone, revealing solid, hard pectoral muscles. This somewhat compensates for the visual disparity of his slightly frail physique. Coupled with his straight, prominent nose and eyes that are the same color as his hair, he appears to exude strength and handsome charm. This somewhat compensates for the visual disparity of his slightly frail physique. Coupled with his straight, prominent nose and eyes that are the same color as his hair, he appears to exude strength and handsome charm

In the raid eighteen years ago, no one from the troops stationed at the S12 mining area survived

He is getting closer and closer

They held on tightly against an opponent who was several times stronger than themselves, until the very last moment