Shennong, Who Returned From Xiu Xian

Chapter 71 Austin

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"How did he know? How did he know!" Hodgson's eyebrows were shaking, his face was shaking, and even his body was shaking.

Judging from the sound, the other party is at most 25 or 6 years old. As a wise, arrogant, calm and elegant quasi-aristocrat, he is actually played around by a hairy boy from beginning to end. How can he endure this? How to endure!

On the other side, in the command room, Huo Qing and Edward's faces were already gloomy. Unless the other party knew that the military department was deciphering the Ipsilon technology, they would never say this on purpose.

The fact that there is the Epsilon ruins under the base is only known to the high-level fleet and the core staff of the 3789th Division. The general front-line soldiers and grass-roots officers have no way of knowing. How did he know?

Huo Qing glanced at the officers present, and couldn't help shaking his head, it was impossible, everyone who knew about this matter was under his nose. Well, maybe he didn't mean the Epsilon ruins, but worried about the front-line troops retreating to the base.

Just as everyone in the command room was thinking about the deep meaning of Tang Fang's words, the confrontation outside suddenly changed.

A dark shadow passed over the sky, and the communication tower connected to the orbiting satellite welcomed an uninvited guest.

The bloated Euglena swayed its body, stretched its head, and spewed a mass of sticky bubbles toward the top of the tower.

The spore coat was broken, and countless mucus-coated meridians quickly spread around the satellite antenna and microwave communication equipment. After a few breaths, the entire communication tower was like a lamb tied with five flowers, and it became a pitiful appearance waiting to be slaughtered.

Hodgson knew that thing, and was more impressed than anyone. It was this damn thing that paralyzed his treasure, his fixed-point railgun. Without it, how could the forward position be lost? How could the base be lost!

But what drama is he singing now? Block communications? The return order has already been issued, is it too late to seal it now? Aftermath, it's a fart!

Hodgson finally found some psychological comfort, it turned out that the boy was also a chicken...

However, if he saw Francis' old face that was uglier than his dead father at this time, he didn't know how he would feel.

30 meters below the base, in a mysterious hall, the UPLOAD progress bar of the operator's palm PDA stopped at 72%, and the striking "WARNING" pattern, like a mixed-race NIU with a clean look, attracted the attention of everyone present.

"Damn, what happened, why did you stop?" Francis was like a male ape who accidentally bruised his butt over a wall, his voice was sharp and surly.

"Colonel, the tower was blocked, the communication equipment failed, and our connection with the satellite was forcibly disconnected." A young officer said with a sullen face after getting in touch with the command room.

"What else can Huo Qing do!" Francis roared.

"Colonel, look, do we want to go up and help?" whispered Platoon Commander Simmons Evelyn, who was standing behind him.

"Is it useful for you to go up?" Francis gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressed his anger, and said to the several researchers who were at a loss on the opposite side: "What are you doing? If the upload fails, then copy it manually."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to Simmons and said, "Simmons, take a few people to guard the passage, remember, never let anyone in.

"

"Yes." Simmons said nothing, turned around and walked out with a few of his men. As Francis' personal follower, his loyalty can be seen by the sun and the moon.

...

Hodgson unswervingly implements the delay policy. He is convinced that the returning troops will arrive in time. This is also a good quality that a noble must have. He believes in the empire and his companions.

However, it was obvious that Tang Fang had run out of patience. His goal was the master control center and Francis. He had no interest in Hodgson's quality, just like the gossip of the boss and secretary in his previous life.

9 machine gunners and 11 looters have been released by him, and they launched a surprise attack without grace.

A grenade flew past Hodgson's shoulder and hit the titanium wall of the headquarters building with a violent flash of light.

He leaned back against the bunker, gasping for breath, the grenade would have exploded in his chest if the gunner next to him hadn't pulled him quickly.

Why? Why exactly? It was just a three-person team, and suddenly it became a team of 20 or so people. Where did those terrible guys come from?

The whistling bullets around him proved that this was not an illusion. A sunken titanium alloy wall was blown out on the opposite side. It really existed: "His Majesty the Emperor is above, the "Celtic" holy sword is above, why is this?"

No one could explain his confusion, and the only thing that woke him up was a drop of blood on his armguard.

Hodgson turned his head mechanically, the gunner was already on his back, the protective lens on the front of his helmet shattered, a metal spike blinded his left eye, and then pierced into the skull cavity, and blood gushed out like a gushing spring.

Hodgson only felt a chill in his body. He used to command operations in the command room. The scene of the battlefield was more like a tense and exciting movie. As for casualties, to him, it was just a number.

At this moment, for the first time, Hodgson abandoned the aristocratic calmness and replaced it with the fear that ordinary people should have. Because death is so close, it is almost within reach.

The firefight continued, the flares of the grenades flickered around, and the vibrations of the cover pounded against the skin of the power armor.

From the communicator came the muffled hum of men, the screams of women, and the muffled sound of bullets piercing through the armor and running through the body...

Death is like a jar of old wine, fermenting and brewing...

Hodgson took a deep breath, tightened the M-505 Sabre automatic rifle in his hand, mustered the remaining courage, and was about to turn around to fight back when suddenly, a shadow flashed on the right side of the bunker. Only an ugly and terrifying six-legged reptile appeared in the field of vision.

Especially remember that this monster sprayed acid and melted even missile launchers forged from cermet composites.

"Run? Or fight back?"

As the thought flashed, there was also a dark green.

...

The battle was over soon. Indeed, these garrison troops composed of civilian officers were pitifully weak in combat. Not a single soldier was lost. Hodgson and his dozen of his men were all turned into a pile of cold corpses.

In the field of life and death, there is no distinction between men and women. The female officer, who usually holds her head high and her chest up, is just a lifeless body on the battlefield at this moment. Of course, maybe she has a delicate little face, and the mortuary will take extra care of her.

The door of the headquarters building was tightly closed, like a virtuous and beautiful woman who had been indecently assaulted and gritted her teeth, trying to get her to obey, it was very difficult!

Tang Fang glanced at the "Celtic" holy sword sign on the door, and said lightly, "Break it."

The 5-headed ridge needle reptiles pierced the air like an anchor, like a barbarian who doesn't know how to pity fragrance and jade, poking out five large holes in the gate that is more than two meters wide, comparable to the armor of a battleship.

The cockroaches swarmed from behind, and a large volume of strong acid saliva spurted out, and the titanium gate was like snow under the warm sun, softening and melting, turning into a pile of debris.

"Hey, now that the girl has spread her legs, guys, what are you waiting for." Hausen's vulgar shout echoed through the communicator. He'd been waiting for a moment for a long time, ever since the 3789th Division betrayed them, waiting for the K-12 quadruple grenade launcher to be pushed up against that old Francis' asshole for an anus to bloom.

The long tail sound was like a wolf howling. As Hausen swayed from side to side and disappeared into the corridor, Tang Fang nodded to Aros and followed him into the door.

The scattered air flowed up a gust of wind, the oxygen concentration continued to drop, the alarm of the corridor environmental monitoring device had sounded, and the red light flashed one after another.

"Quick, close the security gate and activate the modular emergency plan." Although his heart was filled with desolation and powerlessness, Huo Qing still made the last effort. This is very similar to Tang Fang, and he would never give up until the final moment. This may be the most precious bloodline treasure left by the ancestors of Yan and Huang to the descendants of China.

"Ka, ka, ka..." One after another heavy gates fell, dividing the entire base into countless large and small blocks.

For this scene, Tang Fang and the three were indifferent. Originally, the base was built with engineering ships and special types of command vehicles as the foundation, and it was built by extension. It is understandable that it can have such a function.

The gust of wind subsided, and the oxygen concentration gradually returned to normal. Haosen, who had already turned the corner, suddenly shot a carbine: "Hey, Tang Fang, where should we go?"

"Pfft." Tang Qiqi laughed, it turns out that this daredevil doesn't know the way. At first, I saw him rushing more than anyone else, but after a long time of trouble, he was blind.

"Don't laugh, hurry up, go slow, what if that old man Francis runs away? You don't want revenge?"

Thinking about it carefully, Hausen's concerns are not completely unreasonable. He doesn't understand what Francis is like. What if he was a coward and ran away in a shuttle? You must know that the king worm and the eye worm cannot fight against the air and have no interception ability.

"Wait a minute." Tang Fang got in touch with the Euglena over the base, built a map of the base's distribution through infrared sensing capabilities, and then found the central command room located at the rear of the building complex based on the distribution of personnel.

"I found it, come with me." Greeting the two of them, he turned to the left and walked directly to a carbon steel alloy gate. He summoned the fanatics, cut melons and vegetables, and easily released a side door. Proceed north along the connecting passage.

As the gates were broken, fear spread like a plague in the base. The first ones who couldn't bear it were the mechanics of the engineering department. They were not officers, nor front-line soldiers who had been baptized by artillery fire. , to say it is ugly is the handyman who is struggling with the wrench oil iron.

Escape, there is still a chance, if you don't escape, you are bound to die at the hands of those terrifying aliens. Counting on troops to return to help? God, don't be stupid, with the Sulu Imperial Army chasing behind the buttocks, you are too busy to take care of yourself, and where can you spare to protect these low-level soldiers.

The utility room, under the vehicle, the exhaust pipe... everything that can be stuffed into people has become their refuge.

The command room was also panicked, because the death god who raised the sickle did not stop, breaking open the steel gates and walking straight towards the command room.

The main connection channel, which used to be shoulder-to-shoulder and flowed in and out, was now terribly quiet, except for the muffled sound of Tang Fang's three footsteps on the ground, and the light hissing of the insect swarms behind them.

...

At the same time, an intensifying fleet confrontation is being staged in the outer space of Nami.

Some small and medium-sized frigates wandered in front, with larger cruisers at the rear, their formations were like twisted twists and turns, doing various seemingly random evasive actions that were secretive.

The flames of the automatic cannons cut through the void, the torpedoes and missiles flying all over the sky, the electrified projectiles of the electromagnetic rail guns, and the rainbow light of the pulse laser guns...

It was like coming to a bizarre world. There was no sound, no rumbling, only continuous explosions and fires rising into the sky. Of course, there were also rubbish floating in the void, with distorted faces and broken corpses.

Blood is like red pearls. Along with toothbrushes, coffee cups and other daily necessities, it flies farther and farther. Of course, there are many condoms, sanitary napkins, and cheap pregnancy test sticks.

In the rear of the Thunder Fleet camp, in the bridge command room of the flagship "Zeus" aircraft carrier, Imperial Lieutenant General Austin Scott was furious.

"Liaison officer, what did you say? The communication with the ground has been interrupted? What's going on?"

The young Heloise trembled slightly, and said in a voice that was almost sobbing: "Lieutenant General, there is... someone paralyzed the communication tower of the 3789th Division, which not only caused the communication to be interrupted, but also the data reception was forced to be suspended. ."

Austin Scott's eyebrows turned into the Chinese character "eight": "So, the 3789 division base has fallen?"

Heloise shook her head, her slender fingers swiped across the electronic keyboard, and a blue light flashed on the side monitor. A scene captured by the surveillance satellite appeared. An ugly monster with a body length of nearly 40 meters floated over the base. The communication in the southwest corner The outer skin of the tower was thick with a chilling gray-brown mucus.

"What the hell is this?" Austin's eyes became extremely gloomy: "Heloise, what happened to the 3789th Division Base."

"Lieutenant General, this is the image just sent by the satellite."

The screen on the monitor changed. In the shot, a man wearing a "Guardian Knight" power armor led a group of ugly-looking aliens and a mysterious force, which was like a broken bamboo, and the defensive position of the 3789th Division was captured.

"This... Who is this person?" Austin's mouth twitched slightly, his eyes were shocked, puzzled, and dazed. The man in the picture is clearly wearing the Empire's standard power armor, but why is he attacking his own side? What happened to those powerful aliens and the golden warriors? Where did they come from?

"I don't know." Heloise shook her head gently: "The sensor element has been damaged, and it is difficult to read the armor number. The earlier contact from the base did not mention his name."

"Why didn't you report to me earlier when such a big thing happened!" Austin roared, blue veins protruding on his forehead, and he was on the verge of going wild. The logistics base was breached and the data transmission was interrupted. He didn't know about such a big thing. What is this fight for? Not for Ipsilon Technology! If the mission fails, who is to blame? Who can afford it?

"Lieutenant General, you were just discussing with the staff officers about deploying a few cruisers to surprise the Second Equatorial Battlefield and disrupt the enemy's interception. Yes...you ordered no one to disturb you." Aggrieved, but on the surface there is no emotional expression. Because whether it is a man or a woman, young or old, once on the battlefield, you must force yourself to become mature and capable. This is the discipline of the army, and it is also an important life-saving skill.

"Huh..." Austin exhaled a breath of turbid air between his lungs: "How long has the base fallen?"

He didn't apologize, he didn't have the heart to apologize, and he didn't even need to apologize, because he was a lieutenant general of the empire, and she was just a little lieutenant.

"Well... less than 10 minutes." Heloise looked back at the data transmission record and replied.

"It's only been 10 minutes?" Austin was taken aback: "What about the progress of the data upload? How much has it arrived?"

"72%."

Frowning for a moment, he suddenly gritted his teeth: "Sendant, pass my order, the previous plan is invalid, and the Tiger Shark Wing will change its direction and target the 3789 Division Base. No matter what method I use, even if the entire base is razed, it will still be fine. We must ensure that the Epsilon Ruins are in our hands."

"Yes." The herald responded.

Austin walked slowly to the sofa and sat down, gently rubbing the already whitish armrests. Anyone who knows him knows that this is his signature move when he is anxious.

The scale of the second and third battlefields is getting bigger and bigger, and the troops invested are like a snowball, accumulating more and more. In space, although both sides still maintain a certain degree of restraint, battleships and aircraft carrier-level combat units have not been put into the battlefield.

However, the exploratory exchange of fire initiated by cruisers and destroyers has not stopped. In addition, in the near and far orbits of the second equatorial battlefield, small warships of the frigate level from both sides are also tugging and entanglement, vying for control of the strategic airborne point. right.

The anxiety continues, and the losses are slowly expanding. At some point, the battle will spread to the entire fleet, and neither the battleship nor the aircraft carrier will be spared.

With the strength of the two fleets, it is destined to be a lose-lose result. Austin took a deep breath, his eyes fell through the porthole, and fell on the gray-brown planet. Only by obtaining those scientific research data can he be invincible.

He is also very concerned about the identity of that man. The biological battleship that is more than 30 meters long, and that mysterious troop, where did they come from? Why did you follow his orders?

The Holy Violet Fleet and the Thunder Fleet lie across the void, and within a radius of 100,000 miles, not to mention battleships, even a meteorite flying over can not be concealed from the large-scale radar monitoring network of the carrier level.

Where on earth did they invade the ground battlefield? Why did that man attack the base, and what was he drawing?

Austin pondered for a while, and a flash of light flashed in his mind. Could it be that this man was a high-ranking officer of the 3789th Division. He knew that there were Epsilon ruins under the base, and the deciphering work had come to an end. As long as those data were intercepted, the Thunder Fleet could be obtained. results of this action.

This is clearly the snipe and clam fighting, and the fisherman wins!

In this way, this man is supposed to be a spy inserted into the army by a certain force, but...who is it? Certainly not the Sulu Empire.

Charles Commonwealth? Republic of Date? Turanx United Kingdom? Or the Sauron Empire? (5000 word chapter, no more at night)

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