Chapter 72: The Base Falls

(Thanks to Feng Da, AN, 08A three book friends for the reward)

Catherine Garcia is a young lieutenant officer with a face as pleasing as the name. When she was still in the military academy, the boys who were chasing after her buttocks could almost line up from the back shooting range to the front door of the academy, and many of them were imperial nobles.

As the capital planet of Prince Walker Stewart, Moore is one of the most prosperous planets in the Empire. Catherine's home is here, her father is a materials engineer at an aerospace research institute, and her mother is a surgeon.

In this family background, she received a good education since she was a child, and according to her parents' plan, she was to be trained as an excellent doctor, a lawyer, or a college teacher.

It's just that people's calculations are never better than heaven's. When Prince Wright Stewart rode his majestic horse with white hair that beat the snow, walked through the central block and received the cheers and admiration of the people, Catherine's young heart began to feel ready to move.

In the late summer of that year, she applied for the military academy without telling her parents, and was admitted to the Zelassu Naval Academy as she wished.

Now that the boat is done, the two parents have no choice but to accept their fate. After four years, when she graduated, she came out even more graceful and charming, but she regretted not being able to enter the "Boom Thunder" team where His Royal Highness belonged. Arranged to the 3789 division for material management.

As a material dispatcher, generally speaking, the work place is located in the rear of the battlefield, and there is not much danger compared to the grass-roots officers who charge.

For a long time, the young and beautiful Catherine put almost all her thoughts on the lace military life of His Royal Highness, which made her jealous, fantasy, elated, and disappointed.

Death was being staged every day, to be exact, it was constantly replaying, replaying, and replaying on the monitor in front of her. Maybe it's because of numbness in body and mind for a long time, or there is an unspeakable selfishness in the bones, accustomed to ignoring others. Catherine has always felt that death is far away from her, as far as 100 years.

It's just that, today, it came to me in a trance and got closer and closer.

The gunshots in her ears continued, and the symphony of bullets hitting the bunker was like a demon's smirk. Catherine looked down at the automatic rifle sandwiched between her legs. She wanted to pick it up, and then turned around to fight back. .

However, her hands and even her body trembled uncontrollably, not to mention fighting back with a gun, she didn't even have the strength to move.

The previously delicate little face was pale, and there was no trace of blood at all.

Under Huo Qing's mobilization, these civilian officers have all reached the front line, sniping the enemy with their flesh and blood, but is this useful? Totally useless!

Seeing her comrades fall one by one and die one after another, Catherine felt her whole body collapsed. Tears fell down like a broken bead curtain, hitting the back of her cold hand.

The guys who held flowers in their hands, or held roses high, and hung themselves behind her buttocks to show their love, have now become icy corpses on the ground.

From their eyes, Catherine understood fear, unwillingness, longing, and perhaps a ray of soothing sincere love like the evening wind.

Maybe, I should give them a chance, maybe...

Fear, annoyance, depression, pity... all kinds of emotions flooded her like a surging river.

Tick, tick.

There was a small sound in the ear,

She woke up from her distraction, her eyes swept across, the flirtatious and viscous blood was drawn into a long line, dripping on her pink arms, shedding a shocking red.

It was the blood of Susan, an internal affairs officer. Yesterday, I drank coffee with her to gossip about the young and beautiful Ninth Princess Olivia Stewart, who was used as a political bargaining chip by His Majesty the Emperor, and betrothed to Mitch, the third prince of the United Kingdom of Turanx. What about Elson Cecil?

Susan originally had a delicate face that was not inferior to hers, but at this moment, the blood was dripping from the heart of her forehead, and the graffiti was generally staggered on the face with thin powder. God, but his eyes wide open with anger, like a blood-soaked female Rakshasa.

"Mom, Dad... I was wrong, woo, woo... I miss you." Catherine tried to curl up, burying her head deep in her knees.

The automatic rifle slid to the ground, and the muzzle reflected a dim light in the light of the light.

There was blood and screams. The shock wave of the grenade exploded and ravaged, bringing up her bangs on her forehead, and the fine strands of hair rubbed her cheeks back and forth. In the past, she would have shouted "it's so itchy", but now, she seems to think that it was the caress of death before harvesting .

...

The screams subsided, the gunfire faded, and the battle soon ended.

Tang Fang crossed the dilapidated bunker and walked quickly towards a middle-aged man who was shot in the leg in front of him.

Howson followed behind him. When he stepped over the bunker, he glanced at Catherine, who was trembling and huddled in the corner. He couldn't help frowning, and hesitantly raised his hand. The black muzzle was aimed at the shivering little girl.

"Wait." Aros caught up from behind, pressed his arm, and shook his head: "I never kill someone who can't resist, she's not a threat to us."

Howson didn't speak, lowered his arms, turned his head and walked forward. Aros swept across the scattered corpses on the ground and couldn't help sighing. War, there is no right or wrong, but for these young people, it was obviously too cruel.

"Chief of Staff Huo Qing?" Tang Fang's voice came from the front.

Huo Qing fell to the ground, panting heavily: "Yes, exactly."

"Where is Francis?" Tang Fang asked slowly.

The man he was looking for was Francis? Huo Qing frowned, and his pale face became a little bloodier: "Who are you?"

"You really want to know?"

Huo Qing didn't answer, just stared straight at him.

"as you wish."

With a "bang", a machine gunner blasted the camera in the corner of the corridor, and at the same time, the helmet visor was lifted, revealing a young face.

Huo Qing narrowed his eyes and looked at it carefully, his brows furrowed more and more tightly. Although there were thousands of people in the 3789 division, it was impossible for him to remember everyone's appearance, but there was always a sense of familiarity.

But why doesn't this person have the slightest impression? Could it be that he deliberately disguised himself as an Imperial soldier to disrupt his sight?

"What? Can't recognize it?" Tang Fang sneered, leaned closer to him, and spit out a few notes with his ears.

Huo Qing's complexion was like tenderloin being stir-fried in a pot, from red to white, and finally to a purple sauce, he remembered it, and finally remembered it.

This person... This person is an Asian man who was sent to death by Francis before the war. I think he planned the reconnaissance mission in the first place. Unexpectedly, he didn't die, and he also killed a carbine and led someone to capture the base.

No wonder he wants to kill Jin Yonghao, no wonder he wants to betray the empire, no wonder he wants to attack the base, everything makes sense, he is here for revenge!

"It seems that Your Excellency Lieutenant Colonel has remembered." Tang Fang said lightly, "I'll ask again, where is Francis?"

Huo Qing stared at his face for half a minute, then suddenly burst out laughing: "Do you think I'll tell you? Bai, Ri, do, dream!"

"Up to now, I'm not afraid to tell you the truth. That front-line investigation mission was done by me."

Losing the base is a big crime of losing one's head, and falling into the opponent's hands is also inevitable. Huo Qing is more inclined to choose the latter.

As for Francis, he will definitely protect him to the end. On the one hand, the colonel has a kindness to him, and on the other hand, if Francis can escape this disaster, he will protect his family from food and clothing.

"Well, it's a man." Tang Fang nodded and said softly, "If I'm not mistaken, Francis should be somewhere underground at the moment."

As the commander of the 3789 division, if he was in the command room, he would definitely not let civilian officers like Huo Qing lead a team to snipe him. Based on the current situation, the old guy must have entered the Ipsilon ruins.

"You...what do you know?" Huo Qing's expression changed drastically after hearing Tang Fang's words.

"Your Excellency Lieutenant Colonel, I also tell you one thing. I know a lot more about the underground thing than you do."

"How? How is it possible..."

Ignoring his muttering, Tang Fang waved his hand behind him, the seven cockroaches twisted their bodies, thrust their sharp claws down, and ripped apart the hard floor directly, and then softened the rock formation with the acid overflowing from the fingertips, shaking the sand and gravel, Like a loach burrowing into the mud, it quickly swam towards the ground.

Huo Qing's eyes widened, staring straight at the seven crypts on the floor, and his heart was half cold.

It's over, it's over. At this moment, he was so slumped and powerless, and he was no longer in high spirits and excited the mountains and rivers. All his preparations and all his efforts were resolved by the young man in front of him. He lost, completely!

"Bang." A gunshot rang out, and blood was sprayed on the silver-white metal wall, so bright and dazzling.

Seeing his hand slipping down weakly, Tang Fang sighed softly. Self-destruction, this may be the best ending.

"Let's go." Greeting the two of them, Tang Fang quickly walked towards the road where he came.

The cockroaches that have sneaked into the ground have already found the location of the Ipsilon ruins. Huo Qing is dead, and there is still one Francis left.

"What about the command room?" Hausen asked hesitantly.

"Francis is underground." Tang Fang's answer came from the communicator.

"Oh."

The two looked at each other and followed.

More than 20 corpses criss-crossed, the blood pooled into a river, and a pungent stench could be smelled across the distance.

Katherine curled up in the corner, her body no longer shaking. The undulating chest and the flaring nose proved that she was still alive. As the only survivor of this battle, she was just fainted from fright.

...

In the command room, Edward Oliver sat on the leather sofa that was specially brought down from the battleship. His right hand was like a pendulum, gently shaking the amber liquor in the small square cup.

He would never forget the contemptuous look Huo Qing gave him when he left the command room, as if mocking him: "Look at that, as an imperial nobleman, the deputy commander of the 3789 division, he doesn't even have the courage to snipe the enemy."

Edward swept across the Paladin M5 pistol on his knees, and a self-deprecating smile evoked the corners of his mouth, so-called courage? It has long disappeared with the passage of time, and he chose to stay here, but it is a decent point to want to die.

Minutes and seconds passed, and he had drank most of the whisky in the bottle. The corridor was silent, and the only sound was the regular beeping of electronic equipment.

Why hasn't the enemy come yet? why……