Chapter 1533 Yang and Yin, Died Before Achieving Their Goal!

"Dear fellow human beings, we have been in the wasteland for 1,300 days and nights in the blink of an eye. Recently, the alien races have been defeated one after another. I don't know how your situation is. I think you must have been treated unfairly. However, at the turn of the new year, we have specially prepared a gift and selected twelve famous flavors from our hometown. I hope you can enjoy eating across the street and forget the troubles of the past."

The letter was signed by the Wasteland 'New Star' Human Legion, Su Deben.

Mr. Song held the letter for a long time, raised his head, and his eyes fell on the brightly lit pass in the distance.

More than two months have passed.

The alien camp is still so familiar, without any changes, which makes people feel an indescribable sense of security.

But standing here, he felt that everything was so strange, and suddenly there was a feeling of vicissitudes.

It's just one winter, what did they miss?

Seeing Mr. Song standing there in a daze, Zane stood beside him and read the contents of the letter on tiptoe.

"Shit, is this a gift from them? How did they know we would come here?"

Different from Mr. Song's focus, Zane's reaction to the letter was a bit big.

It was not surprising that the aliens had been defeated one after another, and the human commander guessed that they had lost power, but he guessed that they still had a chance to make a comeback and prepared this gift in advance...

Zane took a step back, and his eyes could not help but look at the centaurs around him.

There were also spies arranged by humans inside the aliens, which was told to them by Curse Tiger himself.

However, after a group of people were released, they rushed to the front line without stopping. Even if there were alien spies recruited by humans who knew the information, it would not be possible to pass it on so quickly.

Therefore, he suspected that there were human spies among the centaurs who brought them here.

"Don't guess, I suspect they prepared this gift in every sentry tower around."

Oliden was calm and quickly arranged two centaurs to search the nearby sentry tower.

After a while,

The two returned one after the other, holding red festive paper boxes with the same Tianyuan mark in their hands.

When they opened it, even the contents of the note inside were exactly the same.

"Sure enough, they prepared similar gifts in each sentry tower, just to let us see, know, and understand that the living standards of humans in the checkpoint have been greatly improved."

Oliden said, his eyes involuntarily looking at Mr. Song.

A few hours ago, everyone reached a unanimous decision to detonate the soldiers' state in the checkpoint by pressurizing.

In particular, Mr. Song offered a suggestion on the spot, asking the aliens to find several senior chefs at a great cost to cook delicious human food, and blow the smell to the front-line positions day and night.

But now that the soldiers in the checkpoint eat so well, is their prepared strategy still useful?

"We were careless. We left for more than two months, but the other side has been there all the time!"

Being stared at by Oliden, Mr. Song gradually came back to his senses, smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Forget it, let's go back first. It seems that we have to start from the beginning of collecting intelligence. At least we need to figure out what kind of progress humans have made this winter before we can make a decision."

"What about these things?" Zane nodded and pointed to the three boxes on the ground.

There were small square boxes in them, which were a bit like the self-heating hot pot on Earth, but there was no fancy packaging and labels, only a simple flavor label and a huge Tianyuan logo.

"Take it back. Even if we don't eat it, we can study how this thing is made."

Mr. Song waved his hand.

This is a naked conspiracy, one of the most popular strategies used by the Chinese.

Therefore, he did not doubt that there were bombs or poisons in these square boxes. There was no need.

The other party was obviously attacking their hearts, but they did not know the current situation of their group of traitors.

They had nothing to begin with, so even if the situation was worse, how bad could it be?

...

Back at the alien camp, Curse Tiger had already sent people to vacate three large tents in advance, and arranged two cat women to serve each person.

Mr. Song poured himself a splash of cold water, washed his face briefly, and began to look through the intelligence collected by the aliens these days.

The main frontal battles between humans and aliens have stopped for a while, but small-scale disputes have never stopped.

Along the 230-kilometer-long battle line, several encounters involving more than 100 people and dozens of conflicts between reconnaissance teams can break out almost every day.

At the same time, the two sides have never stopped spying on intelligence.

The aliens are accustomed to using flying aliens for investigation. With a high-definition camera on their backs, they can fly around and take pictures of the general situation in the human checkpoint.

Humans use simpler and brainless suicide drones, and release dozens of them at once. As long as they can rush into the alien camp, they can transmit the picture through the signal towers equipped.

"Throughout the winter, this Tianyuan territory can actually guarantee a five-day transportation efficiency throughout the whole process. It's simply amazing."

After looking through six filmed images in succession according to the date, Mr. Song couldn't help but sigh.

The larger the scale of the war, the more important the logistics efficiency.

According to the current scale of 3.5 million soldiers stockpiled on the front line, the daily food consumption alone is an astronomical figure.

If only relying on some of the head territories or a certain plate for supply, the alien race can easily cut off the line and cause a shortage of supplies on the front line.

However, the reality is despairing.

Let’s not talk about the abnormal Tianyuan Territory. The efficiency of the five-day transport is unshakable. You can tell with your ass that they have established a super-long transport line and are absolutely not afraid of the aliens’ sneak attacks.

Let’s not talk about the three territories of the three families. Although there are occasional small mistakes in the transportation of materials in the three territories, they are delayed by one or two days, but generally speaking, the average number can be controlled at about seven days.

But what about those large territories?

These territories have never been absent from the monthly material supply, and the efficiency is stable and terrifying.

Could it be that humans have completely completed internal integration this winter and are united in their desire to defeat the aliens?

If so, the situation everyone is facing now is definitely a hundred times more difficult than the scattered sand half a year ago.

“No wonder the curse tiger is anxious and is eager to invite us out to stabilize the situation...”

“If we continue to advance at this efficiency, it will take less than half a year for humans to seek active advancement.”

Mr. Song didn’t think for long before he found the reason why the curse tiger bowed his head.

After three consecutive defeats, although humans had the upper hand, they never pursued the victory.

The most obvious one was the last pursuit and evacuation.

According to the momentum of humans at that time, they could at least destroy the camp built by the aliens here, and even advance a few kilometers.

But they did not do so. They just stopped immediately after conquering the lost land before, allowing the aliens to regain their foothold in the front-line camp.

Why do they do this?

Obviously, they don’t want the aliens to re-root in other places and reshuffle the situation.

Instead, they plan to wait for the opportunity to come in this old place, and accumulate the hope of defeating the aliens.

"So the best way to deal with it now is to evacuate?"

They can’t evacuate at all.

Mr. Song was a little shocked. The other party’s successive conspiracy seemed to have calculated every step of theirs clearly.

A deep sense of powerlessness surged in his heart.

As the saying goes, those who are righteous have many helpers, and those who are unrighteous have few helpers.

The commander of the opposite level has the right time, place, and people, and there are billions of human helpers behind him.

But they had just walked out of the dungeon, and the aliens who wanted to use them were still on guard.

Win?

How to win?

"Now if we want to turn the tables, the only way is to start from the rear."

This is the move Mr. Song least wants to make.

The two sides choose to confront each other on the front line and set up their horses for a head-on confrontation. There are very few things to consider.

Humans will not attack in a roundabout way like crazy, such as taking a detour from the sea and sneaking into the eastern rear.

Another example is to release large-scale destructive weapons and bomb the large military camps set up by the aliens at high altitude.

But if the aliens break the rules and start from the rear of humans, the unspoken rules of war will no longer need to be followed.

At that time, with the organizational ability of the aliens, which are scattered, they will definitely be defeated.

Unless they can start from the rear and continue to maintain this unspoken rule, there is absolutely no chance of winning.

Thinking of this, Mr. Song suddenly had a headache, so he had to lean back in the chair and press his temples with his hand wheel to relax.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden noise outside.

The centaur captain who had led them to investigate the sentry tower at that time rushed in in a panic, shouting: "Mr. Song, it's bad, your companion seems to be poisoned!"

"What?!"

Mr. Song was shocked and stood up in a flash.

It was Oleden who was poisoned.

When Mr. Song arrived at Oleden's tent, this dark-skinned colleague had already collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth.

Looking at his face that was almost swollen like a purple eggplant, it was obvious that he was not going to survive.

And on the table, a bowl of fragrant stir-fried pork with chili peppers was still steaming, exuding a charming smell.

"He ate this and was poisoned?"

Mr. Song raised his hand in disbelief and pointed at the self-heating lunch box on the table.

The catwoman who was responsible for serving Oleden scratched her head, showing a panic expression, obviously not knowing.

Mr. Song immediately turned to look at the centaur captain, who understood and stared at the catwoman.

"Fool, Mr. O'Learyn is the honored guest of the Curse Tiger leader. You want to die, right?"

"Eat it, or you will die."

Forced by the Centaur Captain, Catwoman could only dig out a small piece of meat with her hands, chew it and swallow it.

Her breathing became visibly rapid.

After only ten seconds, her face turned red and she fell to the ground.

Then, Catwoman's tail hidden in her clothes suddenly exploded, and a small piece fell to the ground out of thin air, and her face gradually recovered.

Cats have nine lives, and they cannot be killed by simple poisoning. This is why Curse Tiger sent Catwoman as a guard.

It was intended to block the knife for Mr. Song and his group at the critical moment and buy time.

But who would have thought that the human on the opposite side would be so insidious?

"Fuck, they actually hid poison in it, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Mr. Song was angry.

He remembered that he was still considering whether to break the unspoken rules of the war and attack the human rear first.

Unexpectedly, the humans on the other side had no intention of being human. They first used an open plot to scare them, and then poisoned the food. They were full of conspiracies, shameless and despicable means.

"Su Deben, a despicable villain, not a human being!"

If it weren't for Olden's greed and trying it first, Mr. Song could have imagined his fate.

Tomorrow morning, open the lunch box, and then be poisoned to death.

Wait...

Thinking of this, Mr. Song suddenly had an ominous premonition and rushed out of the tent in three steps at a time.

Zayn, who had just opened the tent curtain and was about to walk in, was startled, but when he caught a glimpse of Oliden on the ground from the corner of his eye, his face suddenly turned pale.

"Shet, is there poison in those meals?"

"You haven't eaten, have you?" Mr. Song stopped and turned around to ask.

"No...no, mine is still heating up."

Zayn said, cold sweat broke out all over his body, and he couldn't remember how many times he had been scared like this today.

It's only been two months, why is it so dangerous outside?

"Hurry up and find Cursed Tiger and ask him to inform the others. If they also go to the sentry tower and find similar packages and don't pay attention, they will be in big trouble!"

Mr. Song shouted, and the two of them hurriedly ran to the tent where Curse Tiger was.

After a moment, dozens of flying aliens soared into the sky and flew towards the alien camp in the distance.

In terms of investigation, aliens have unparalleled advantages. Flying aliens can easily avoid human defenses and not be locked by human weapons.

But in terms of information transmission, alien races can still only use backward human communication.

Mr. Song had never thought about setting up a radio station before, but in the end, he considered that their technical strength was too weak. Once it was deciphered by humans, it would easily cause unnecessary trouble.

Therefore, now the emergency summons can only wait for news.

Half an hour later, the flying aliens returned one after another, bringing back news of the defensive positions one by one.

"Point 2, not leaving the camp, safe."

"Point 3, not entering the guard tower, safe."

"Point 4, not entering the guard tower, safe."

There were no hits for three consecutive points, which made Mr. Song and Zain heave a sigh of relief.

But soon, the news from No. 5 made the two of them stunned.

"At point 5, two people ate poisonous substances at the same time and died!"

"at the same time?"

Mr. Song's mind flashed to the arrangement of point 5. They were two Dongda people, and they were both from inland areas.

The dishes in the gift box are almost completely arranged according to their tastes, no wonder they are attracted to eat them at the same time.

idiot!

Mr. Song had no choice but to curse in his heart.

And then, the news of each point's return also shattered the last trace of luck in his heart.

"Point 6, not entering the guard tower, safe."

"At point seven, one person ate poison and died."

"No. 8, the group is destroyed..."

"No. 9, one person died..."

"..."

"On the twenty-seventh, the group was destroyed."

Except for Point 2, which was far away from the central camp, all the other points went out to check for information.

The eye-catching sentry tower is naturally the focus of attention.

It's a pity that everyone was forced by conspiracy and did not realize the danger hidden in this gift.

Fifty-nine people.

Half the night passed, and only thirty-one people survived.

Nearly half of them, twenty-eight unlucky ones, all died under the poisoned lunch boxes.

"The trend is gone!"

Mr. Song sat down on the ground with fear on his face.

He never thought that on the first day when everyone was invited out of the dungeon by the cursed tiger, the ending would have been fast forwarded.

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