Chapter 69 Hausen's Resentment

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The battle was over quickly, less than half an hour before and after.

In the criss-crossed trenches lay the dead bodies of soldiers. Some of them were ripped open by claws, slashed through their chests, and blood and internal organs flowed all over the place. Some were penetrated by metal nails, and their bodies were like leaking showers, dripping with cold blood. There is also a hole in the chest, and through the gap, you can see the dark red stone sand on the opposite side. There are even those whose head and body are separated. They die very cleanly and cleanly. The high temperature of the energy sword directly evaporates the blood in the body, leaving a charred corpse divided into two.

Armored vehicles and a variety of weapons were scattered throughout the arena, and some corpses lay in the cracked cabin, bright red all over the place, like broken watermelon flesh.

Rolling chariots, tanks plunging into trenches, armed shuttles with severely deformed structures, as well as those blood-stained guns and bullet casings.

The forward position fell, and the 2nd Company of the Reserve Support Battalion was defeated across the board, with less than 20 survivors.

Tang Fang kicked away a tattered mechanical water bottle beside his feet, his eyes swept across the battlefield, over the scrapped fortifications, and finally landed on the high fence at the edge of the base.

Arosto leaned in from behind with a C-14 "Puncturer" Gauss rifle, and there was a deep gasp from the communicator.

"Let's go, don't be sad."

"Yeah." Tang Fang nodded. If it weren't for the help of the interstellar system, he would already be a cold corpse in the ground of Planet 5. In troubled times, there is no right or cruelty. If you don’t want to die, you must abandon weakness and confusion, pick up guns to fight, and slaughter all enemies who dare to block the way.

This is not cruelty, nor is it annihilating humanity, this is how the little people survive in troubled times!

Peace comes? It's just a coward's daydream, just like the low-quality white powder in the pockets of street gangsters, it's just a prop for self anesthesia. Respect human rights? Like a sock taught by a scholar, wear it decently and tear it off.

Wang Zong's thick whip whiskers hung down, rolled up Hausen and Tang Fang, and quickly climbed upwards.

Howson was rummaging around in a scrapped command car, looking for something to eat like steak, soup, cookies, ice cream, and the like. For the past few days, I have only relied on compressed biscuits to satisfy my hunger, and a bird has long faded out of my mouth.

Of course, steak, bisque, cookies, ice cream... these are just his unrealistic fantasies.

He kicked away a bunch of debris, and a small drawer appeared in front of him, and he opened it casually. A few old photos, a diary, and a pack of "Meester" cigarettes.

These are nothing, what really caught his attention was a glass vial in the deepest part of the drawer, with a string of characters "Russiavodka" squarely printed above the label on the front of the bottle.

"Hahahahaha, I knew it!" Howson's laughter was like swallowing eight Viagra tablets in one go, low and depressed, but full of explosive power.

Just as he was about to get the glass vial, he suddenly paused, remembering the old smoker of Aros, and without realizing it, he smiled, grabbed the pack of "Meester" brand cigarettes and stuffed it into the storage box behind him.

When he stretched out his arm again and grabbed the glass bottle with a smile on his face, suddenly, a whip whisker fell from the sky, indiscriminately, rolled up his body and pulled it into the air.

Watching the glass bottle full of vodka get farther and farther away from him, and eventually disappeared from the line of sight, Hausen felt resentment in his heart and almost didn't cry.

"Tang Fang,

You bastard, you give me back my vodka..."

In the communicator, Hausen seemed to be crying and scolding, and the echoes curled for a long time.

Tang Fang didn't know how he had offended him. Could it be that the reckless man had a phobia about being stuffed into the belly of the king bug?

"Hausen, shut up! Howling and stuffing you in his ass."

After saying a sentence, Hausen's yelling stopped abruptly. It's disgusting enough to be stuffed into the abdominal pouch, stuffed into a chrysanthemum? HOLY

MOTHER! How will you meet anyone in the future.

Tang Fang didn't have time to worry about how he felt like an idiot and resentful wife. As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his attention to the system space.

The loss in this battle is a bit big, a total of 5 puppies, 2 machine gunners, 1 marauder, and 1 cockroach were lost.

Of the 5 puppies, 3 were killed by high-powered sniper rifles, and 2 were killed by grenades. The two machine gunners were killed by sniper rifles. As for the marauders and cockroaches, they were killed by the 120MM cannon turrets on both sides of the wall.

The current inventory of combat units and resources is as follows.

Zerg: Worker bee X1, Queen insect X8, Spinal Needle Reptile X5, Cockroach X7, King Insect X6, Euglena X3, Puppy X4, the total population is 33/74.

Terran: One SCV, X9 machine gunners, X11 predators, total population 32/82.

Protoss: Probe X1, Zealot X8, total population, 17/42.

Deposit: Crystal 2285, Gas 6150.

The previous battle was based on a surprise attack, and it was only then that the "Silver Wing Wind" was able to easily defeat the "Silver Wing Wind". It is very rare to be able to gnaw this hard bone at the cost of the sacrifice of a mere 10 people.

The position fell, the fortifications were completely destroyed, and the entire logistics base was like a fresh peanut peeled off, completely exposed.

The next thing should be much simpler, whether it is boiled in a pot or rubbed and smashed, everything is up to him.

"Aros, here it is." Hausen came over with a cold face, and threw a pack of cigarettes in front of Aros.

Aros looked down and said with joy, "Hausen, where did you get this thing?"

As he spoke, he couldn't wait to pull one out, lit it on fire, took a deep breath, and then spit out a billowing puff of smoke: "Well, cigars are strong, and it's good to change the flavor occasionally."

"You have staple food and desserts, fuck, I've been busy for a long time, and I didn't get any benefits." Hausen glared at Tang Fang fiercely: "It's been more than half a month since I came out of Planet 5, and I eat these garbage biscuits all day long. , a bird faded out of his mouth, he managed to find a bottle of vodka, and he brought it up before he could get it."

Aros smiled even more joyfully: "Hausen, don't worry, I will definitely treat you to a drink when you escape."

"Bah, drink your shit, you poor bastard, what do you want to invite me?" Hausen glanced at him and muttered angrily.

As a death row prisoner awaiting execution, the Empire had long since confiscated their property and closed their bank accounts, leaving nothing behind. dinner? what please? Robbery or prostitution?

Aros smiled, slowly lying down, leaning comfortably on the soft muscle tissue of Wang Zong's abdominal cavity, and savoring the fragrant fragrance released by the cut tobacco.

With a flat mouth, Hausen turned to look at Tang Fang, but saw his eyebrows move slightly, and slowly opened his eyes: "Here we are."

"Huh?" Hausen tilted his head and looked through the transparent vesicle, landing on the logistics base building complex below.