Chapter 23

On the battle barge of the extreme soldiers, the senior leaders of all the regiments participating in the battle gathered. They were all on the bridge and looked curiously at the "recruits" dragged out of sub space.

On the other side, the think tank of extreme soldiers was panting fiercely, and his face was as white as paper.

Pulling soshyan out of that distance almost killed him. However, soshyan was even more surprised that he could come out alive, because he understood the danger of Asia space more than any Star Warrior present.

Even under the protection of power armour, it makes no difference to cross the sub space with the body.

But he survived, and there seems to be no big problem. The think tank secretly wrote down soshyang's name. He needs to report it to the director of the think tank after returning to makulag.

"It's not too late!"

When soshyan got up from the ground, his first action was to shout at venitilius.

"We can hit it right away!"

"Maybe we can."

Venitilius nodded expressionless.

"But we won't do that."

"There are 771 starfighters up there!"

"Yes."

"Those are my blood relatives! My brothers! My officers! Our whole regiment is up there! And you stand by while we fight!"

Soshyan's words immediately rose to the height of cross examination and pointed to all the senior levels of the regiment here, so someone immediately expressed dissatisfaction.

"You'd better watch your words, soldier!"

The head of the aurora regiment stood up and pointed his right arm at soshyang's head.

"If only you could be so powerful in the battle with aliens."

Soshyan pushed back the other party's words without fear. The stimulated honor guard of the aurora battle regiment immediately pulled out its sword and scabbard, with a great fire posture.

When the situation became tense, venitilius raised his arm, and the head of the aurora regiment also signaled the honor guard to put away their weapons.

"If you really cared about the lives of those soldiers, you wouldn't have made such a crazy plan when we discussed the situation."

"Do you think we've made you lose face?"

Soshyan's words were still with a gun and a stick. Even if venitilius had a good self-restraint, his forehead could not help but burst into blue veins, and his hand clasping the handle of the sword was gradually clenched.

Seeing that the situation was getting worse and worse, the head of the invader regiment came out, not only because both regiments came from the fist of the Empire, but also because he himself had some friends with amurad.

"Soshyan."

He said in a calm tone:

"Getting angry with the seventh company commander can't change the situation."

Soshyan turned his body full of blood and war marks and approached the other party.

"Sir, that's 771 star soldiers! Our whole regiment, except the recruits left behind obsidian, are all on it!"

"But we can't continue to consume more soldiers' lives because of a certain possibility... The world engine must end immediately. If it recovers, your blood will be completely wasted."

Hearing these words, sosh was furious. He pulled off his helmet and exposed his bloodstained face.

"As long as you get closer and release some thunder eagles, you can save some lives."

"The world engine is not completely dead. It is still a dangerous thing. We can't risk the fleet."

"That's it. That's your style."

Soshyan clenched his teeth and gave a sneer.

"You'd rather run away with your hips pouted than take a risk to save the people who ended the disaster, so it's not the first time you've done this, right? Just like you're giving up the Vida system."

In the latter words, soshyan obviously said it to venitilius, but the other party just looked at him indifferently and didn't say a word.

Suddenly, soshyan raised his explosive gun. At this moment, everyone took out their weapons and aimed at him.

Soshyan aimed at venitilius.

"Don't fire!"

The think tank that dragged soshyan out of sub space quickly raised his hands and shouted:

"Don't be silly! Enough blood has been shed today!"

The others slowly laid down their weapons, but soshyan still aimed at venitilius.

"Don't think this can scare me! My regiment is about to die! My brothers are dead! There's nothing I can fear!"

His hand was trembling slightly, but the think tank was trying to hold down the muzzle of his gun with spiritual strength, and wrestling with this force made soshyang's angry expression more ferocious.

Venitrius sighed suddenly and said calmly:

"We won't get close, soshyan. I can't do this. You know what happened above better than me. If there is even a chance to save your regiment, I will be the first to board, even if we destroy all our warships and everyone... But the battle is over. My think tank can feel very few life auras. Think tanks of other regiments, Including think tank curators. "

Think tanks nodded one after another, confirming venitilius' statement.

"At least try! Even one -"

Soshyan is still making a final struggle.

"Although we are far stronger than mortals."

Venitilius came to soshyan and whispered:

"But we... Are not gods."

The cruel reality is the most powerful argument. The bridge begins to tremble and the whole warship begins to tremble, but the resonance will occur when all weapons attack at the same time - the fleet begins to throw destructive fire at the world engine.

Soshyan looked ahead, his eyes scattered, and then turned away from venitilius without speaking.

Under the gaze of the crowd, the last survivor of the regiment dragged his steps to the thick porthole, and his bloody hands were pasted on the strengthened glass.

The huge flickering cube in the distance suddenly burst into a violent flash, just like broken glass products, which fell apart in an instant and sprayed a large number of fragments into the endless void

World engine, destroyed.

His regiment was also destroyed.

Soshyan painfully closed his eyes and hit his forehead heavily on the glass, as if this could alleviate the pricking pain of the cone heart.

The heavy impact made his forehead bleeding, flowing across his cheeks and dripping from his chin to the floor, mixed with tears rolling from the corners of his eyes - mortals always think astat is a bloodless and tearful angel, but this is not the case.

Few super soldiers like them can feel pain, but not those who witnessed the destruction of their regiment and the fall of their blood brothers. Soshyan unfortunately became a "minority" to experience this pain.

With the dull sound of Dong Dong, everyone on the bridge silently bowed their heads and mourned for the 771 warriors who died in the war.