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 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-noble, he was actually played around by a hairy boy from start to finish. How can he bear it? How to bear it!

On the other side, in the command room, Huo Qing and Edward's faces are already gloomy. Unless the other party knows that the military is deciphering the Epsilon Technology, they will definitely not speak like this.

The fact that there is the remains of Ypsilon under the base is only known to the top fleet and the core personnel of the 3789 division. The general frontline soldiers and grassroots officers have no way of knowing, how did he know?

Huo Qing glanced over the officers present, and couldn't help shaking his head. It's impossible, everyone who knew about this was under their noses. Well, maybe he didn't mean the Ypsilon ruins, but the frontline troops who were retreating to the base.

Just when everyone in the command room was thinking about the profound meaning of the Tang dialect, the confrontation outside suddenly changed.

A black shadow passed over, and the communication tower connected to the orbiting satellite ushered in an unexpected visitor.

The swollen eyeworm shook its body, stretched its head, and sprayed a sticky bubble toward the top of the tower.

The spore coat broke, and countless mucus-wrapped meridians spread rapidly around the satellite antenna and microwave communication equipment. After a few breaths, the entire communication tower was like a little lamb **** with five flowers, becoming a pitiful appearance waiting to be slaughtered.

Hodgson knew that thing and was more impressed than anyone else. It was this **** 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 right now? Newsletter? The aid order has already been issued, is it too late to seal it? It's useful as an afterthought!

Hodgson finally found some psychological comfort, it turns out that kid is also a chicken...

However, if he saw Francis's old face that was uglier than a dead father at this time, he would not know what he would think.

30 meters below the base, in a mysterious hall, the UPLOAD progress bar on the operator's palm PDA stopped at 72%. The eye-catching "WARNING" pattern resembled a clean mixed-blood NIU, attracting everyone's attention.

"Damn it, what's going on, why did you stop?" Francis was like a male ape that was overwhelmed by a wall and accidentally scratching his butt. His voice was sharp and surly.

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

"What more will Huo Qing do!" Francis roared.

"Colonel, look, shall we go up and help?" The platoon leader of guard Simons Evelyn whispered, standing behind him.

"Does it work for you to go up there?" Francis gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressed his resentment, and said to several researchers who were at a loss: "What are you doing? If the upload fails, then copy it manually."

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

"Yes." Simmons didn't say much, turned around and walked out with a few of his men. As a follower of Francis, his loyalty is evident.

……

Hodgson unswervingly implemented the procrastination policy. He was convinced that the aid troops would arrive in time. This is also a good quality that a nobleman must possess, trusting in the empire and in his companions.

But obviously, Tang Fang has no patience anymore. His goal is the control center and Francis. He has no interest in the quality of Hodgson, just like the gossip about the boss and the secretary in his previous life.

9 machine gunmen and 11 looters had been released by him, and they launched a surprise attack without any grace.

A grenade grazed Hodgson's shoulder and flew past, hitting the titanium alloy wall of the command building and exploded a violent flash.

He leaned back against the bunker, panting heavily. If it weren't for the gunner beside him to pull him quickly, the grenade would explode in his chest.

Why? Why on earth? I was just a three-person team, and suddenly it became a team of 20 people. Where did those terrible guys come from?

The bullets roaring around proved that this was not an illusion. A hollow titanium alloy wall was exploded on the opposite side. It really existed: "Your Majesty is on the top, the "Celtic" holy sword is on top. Why is this?"

No one can explain his confusion. The only thing that awakened him was a drop of blood splashing on his arm armor.

Hodgson turned his head mechanically, and the gunner fell on his back. The protective lens on the front of his helmet shattered. A metal nail pierced his left eye, then pierced into the cranial cavity, and blood poured out like a gushing ground spring.

Hodgson only felt cold. He used to command operations in the command room. The scene of the battlefield was more like an intense and exciting movie. As for the casualties, he was just a number.

At this moment, Hodgson abandoned the aristocratic leisure for the first time, 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 fire of the grenade flickered around, and the vibration of the bunker hit the skin of the power armor.

From the communicator came the snorting of men, the screams of women, and the muffled noise of bullets piercing through the armor and penetrating the body...

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

Hodgson took a deep breath and tightened the M-505 saber automatic rifle in his hand. He gathered up the remaining courage and was about to turn around to fight back. Suddenly, the shadow on the right side of the bunker flashed. When he subconsciously turned his head to look, Only an ugly and terrifying six-legged reptile appeared in the field of vision.

Especially, this monster can spray acid liquid, and even the missile launcher made of cermet composite material can melt.

"Run? Or fight back?"

There was a dark green flashing along with the thought.

……

The battle ended quickly. Indeed, these garrison forces composed of civilian officers were poorly combative and did not damage a single soldier. Hodgson and a dozen of his men became a pile of cold corpses.

On the field of life and death, there is no distinction between men and women. The female officers who usually hold their heads high and stand tall and graceful, at this moment, are just a lifeless flesh on the battlefield. Of course, maybe she has a delicate little face, and the enchanter will take extra care.

The door of the command building is closed tightly, just like the beautiful woman who has been gritted by indecent assault. It is very difficult for her to obey her!

Tang Fang scanned the "Celtic" holy sword sign on the door, and said lightly, "Batter it."

5 spine needle reptiles pierced the air like an iron anchor, like a barbarian who didn't know how to pity and cherish jade, punching five large holes in the gate that was more than two meters wide and comparable to the armor of a battleship.

Cockroaches swarmed from behind, and large stocks of strong acid saliva spewed out, and the titanium gate was like snow under the warm sun, softened and melted, turning into a pile of debris.

"Hey, since the girl has spread her legs, guys, what are you waiting for." Howson's crude shouts echoed through the communicator. He has been waiting for a long time. Since the 3789 division sold them, he has been waiting, waiting to put the K-12 quadruple grenade launcher on Francis's asshole, and an **** blossom.

The long tail sound was like howling a wild wolf, and as Howson's swaying body disappeared in the corridor, Tang Fang nodded at Aros and followed in the door.

The scattered air current rolled 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.

"Quickly, close the safety gate and activate the modular emergency plan." Although his heart was filled with desolation and weakness, Huo Qing still made his last efforts. This is similar to Tang Fang, and he will not give up until the final moment. This may be the most precious blood treasure left by the ancestors of Yanhuang to the descendants of China.

"Crack, click, click..." A series of heavy doors fell, dividing the entire base into countless large and small blocks.

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

The strong wind slowed down and the oxygen concentration gradually returned to normal. Hausen, who had already turned the corner, suddenly shot a carbine back: "Hey, Tang Fang, where should I go?"

"Puff." Tang Fang almost laughed. It turned out that this daredevil didn't know the way. At first I saw him rushing happier than anyone else, and he was a road blind after a long time of trouble.

"Don't laugh, just say it, it's slow. What if the old Francis runs away? You don't want revenge anymore?"

Think about it carefully. Howson’s concerns are not completely unreasonable. What is Francis? He doesn’t understand. If he is a coward, he flees and ran away by shuttle? You must know that the king worm and the Euglena cannot fight against the air and have no interception capabilities.

"Wait a minute." Tang Fang got in touch with the Euglena above the base and constructed a distribution map of the base through infrared sensing capabilities. Then, based on the level of personnel distribution, he found the central command room behind the building complex.

"Found it, come with me." He greeted the two of them. He turned to the left and walked to the front of a carbon steel alloy gate, summoning the fanatics, cutting melons and vegetables, and easily released a side door. Go north along the connecting passage.

As the gates were broken, fear spread like a plague on the base. The first to be unbearable was the mechanics of the Engineering Department. They were not officers, or frontline soldiers who had been baptized by artillery fire. It would be better to call mechanical engineers. , To say that the awkward point is the clumsy staff with the wrench and engine oil.

Escape, there is still a ray of life, if you don't escape, you are bound to die under those terrifying aliens. A troop that counts on returning? God, don't be silly, there is the Sulu Imperial Army chasing behind the ass, and there is no time to take care of yourself, how can you freely protect them these low-level soldiers.

The utility room, under the vehicle, the exhaust pipe...everything that can be plugged in, all became their refuge.

The people in the command room were also panicked, because the **** of death who raised the sickle did not stop, breaking through the steel gates and walking straight toward the command room.

The main connection channel that used to be shoulder-to-shoulder, flowing like a stream, was terribly quiet at this time, only the muffled noise of Tang Fang's three footsteps on the ground and the light hiss of the insect swarms behind him.

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At the same time, an intensified fleet confrontation is taking place in the outer space of Nami Star.

Some small and medium frigates are walking in front, and behind are larger cruisers, the formation is like twisted and turned twists, doing all kinds of seemingly random, but secretly compliant evasive actions.

The flame of the automatic cannon cuts through the void, the torpedoes and missiles flying all over the sky, the charged projectile of the electromagnetic railgun, and the rainbow light of the pulse laser...

It's like coming to a bizarre world, there is no sound, no boom, only continuous explosions and fires rising into the sky, of course, there are still garbage floating in the void, with twisted faces and fragmented half corpses.

Blood is like a red pearl, along with daily necessities such as toothbrushes and coffee cups, it flies farther and farther. Of course, there are many condoms, sanitary napkins, and cheap pregnancy test sticks.

At the rear of the Thunder fleet, in the bridge command room of the flagship "Zeus" aircraft carrier, the Empire Lieutenant General Austin Scott is furious.

"The liaison officer, what did you say? The communication with the ground was interrupted? What is going on?"

The young Herois trembling slightly, said in a voice that was almost sobbing: "Lieutenant General, there was...someone paralyzed the communication tower of the 3789 Division, which not only caused the communication interruption, but also the data reception work was also forced to stop. ."

Austin Scott’s eyebrows were skimmed into the Chinese character "eight": "So, the 3789 division base has fallen?"

Heroes shook her head, wiping her slender fingers across the electronic keyboard, a blue light flashed on the side monitor, and a scene captured by the surveillance satellite appeared. An ugly monster with a body length of nearly 40 meters floated over the base. Communications in the southwest corner. A thick layer of grayish-brown mucus is glued to the outer skin of the tower.

"What the **** is this?" Austin's eyes became extremely gloomy: "Heloise, what happened to the 3789 division base."

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

The picture on the monitor changed. In the camera, a man in the "Guardian Knight" power armor with a group of ugly aliens and a mysterious force, like a broken bamboo, captured the defensive position of the 3789 Division.

"This...who is this person?" Austin's mouth twitched slightly, his eyes were shocked, puzzled, and at a loss. The man in the picture is clearly wearing the imperial standard power armor, but why is he attacking himself? What happened to the aliens with strong offensive power and the golden samurai? Where did they come from?

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

"Why didn't you report to me sooner when such a big thing happened!" Austin roared, with blue veins protruding on his forehead, almost on the verge of running away. The logistics base was breached and data transmission was interrupted. He didn't even know about such a big thing. What is this battle for? Not for Epsilon Technology! If the mission fails, who will bear the blame? Who can bear it?

"Lieutenant General, you are discussing with the staff officers just now about the deployment of a few cruisers to surprise the second battlefield of the equator and disintegrate the enemy's interception. It is...you ordered no one to disturb." Heloise was very heartfelt. I was wronged, but on the surface there was no feelings. Because whether you are a man or a woman, young or old, once you are 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 turbid air in his lungs: "How long has the base been down?"

He didn't apologize, he didn't want to apologize, he didn't even need to apologize, because he was a lieutenant general, and she was just a little lieutenant.

"Well... less than 10 minutes." Heloise replied, looking back at the data transmission record.

"It's only 10 minutes?" Austin was taken aback: "How is the data uploading progress? How far is it?"

"72%."

Frowning for a moment of contemplation, he suddenly gritted his teeth: "Herald, pass my order, the previous plan is invalidated, and the Tiger Shark Alliance is ordered to change position and target the 3789 division base. No matter what method I use, even if the entire base is flattened, We must make sure that the remains of Ypsilon are in our hands."

"Yes." The messenger answered.

Austin slowly walked to the sofa and sat down, gently rubbing the already pale armrest. Anyone who knows him knows that this is his signature action when his heart is anxious.

The scale of the second battlefield and the third battlefield is getting bigger and bigger, and the troops invested are like snowballing, accumulating more and more. In space, although the two sides still maintained a certain degree of restraint, battleships and carrier-class combat units did not enter the battlefield.

However, the tentative exchanges of fire initiated by cruisers and destroyers have not stopped. In addition, on the near and far orbits of the second battlefield of the equator the small frigate-level warships of the two sides are also entangled and competed. Control of strategic airborne points.

Anxiety continues, and the loss is slowly expanding. At a certain moment, the battle will spread to the entire fleet, and neither battleships nor aircraft carriers will be spared.

With the strength of the fleets of both sides, it is destined to be the result of losing both sides. Austin took a deep breath, looked through the porthole, and landed on the gray-brown planet. Only by obtaining the scientific research data can he be invincible.

He was also very concerned about the identity of that man. The biological battleship more than thirty meters long and the mysterious force. Where did they come from? Why do you obey him?

The Saint Violet Fleet and the Thunder Fleet lay across the void, within a radius of 100,000 miles, not to mention the battleships, even a meteorite flew past, which could not be hidden from the large-scale radar monitoring network of the carrier-class.

Where did they invade the ground battlefield from? Why did that man attack the base? What did he do?

Austin pondered for a long while, and a little light flashed in his mind. It's hard to say that this man is a high-level officer of the 3789 division. He knows that there are the remains of Epsilon under the base, and the deciphering work has come to an end. As long as those data are intercepted, the Thunder Fleet can be obtained. The result of this action.

This is clearly a fight between snipe and clam, and the fisherman benefits!

In this way, this man is supposed to be a spy who was inserted into the army by a certain force, but... who is it? It certainly won't be the Sulu Empire.

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