On the coast of death, on the floating dock paved with steel plates, a group of construction workers wearing work clothes were coming ashore one after another with shovels and tool boxes.

They were soldiers of the Imperial Expeditionary Force and had been stationed at Youtiao Port.

Although the alliance would occasionally take them out for target practice, it was obvious that the players had no intention of throwing them on the front line from the beginning.

And thank God that's the case.

When they walked to the shore, many people vomited on the spot, their faces turned pale, and their hands and feet became numb.

The reason was naturally seasickness, but half of it was also due to the tragic situation on the beach.

I saw swollen and mutilated corpses scattered randomly on the beach, some blue, green, and human. Although the corpses in the trenches had been moved away by the players, some died after the mutants in the sea.

They were washed up on the beach one after another by the waves.

Not just corpses, but also alien species wandering over based on the smell.

Some outrageously large sea crabs were the first to smell the rotten smell, and they gnawed on the corpses, devouring the buffet.

Everyone swallowed their saliva and stomach acid, and moved their stiff legs to the shore.

However, at this moment, a gunshot suddenly rang out from the shore.

"boom--!"

The sudden sound of gunshots startled everyone, and the muscle memory formed by training made them lie down subconsciously until they saw a blue jacket wearing an exoskeleton coming towards them.

"Don't be nervous, it's me."

Carrying a shotgun, he walked to the dock, waved his hand with a hesitant smile, and then pointed to the row of floating docks under everyone's feet not far away.

I saw a mutated sea crab that was more than one meter tall lying in the waterlogged sand pit, with half of its head completely shattered by a shotgun bullet.

Because the color of the carapace was so similar to the beach, everyone who was focused on the corpses on the shore didn't notice it.

Looking at these frightened soldiers of the expeditionary force, he said with a wasted smile.

"Watch your feet. The pliers on this thing are very powerful. It only takes one click to break your legs... We have already spent enough money on you, and we don't want to help you install another prosthetic leg."

Seeing that no one was talking, I stopped talking nonsense after half a year of wasted time and went straight to the point.

"Your mission is very simple, which is to clean up the bodies on the beach, drag them together to a place about five kilometers away from the coastline, and then burn them with the fuel we provide you..."

"The military power of the Torch Church in the nearby area has been destroyed by us, so there should be no danger. Of course, I can only say that it should be. After all, anything can happen on the battlefield. You have to keep your eyes open and be prepared.

Be prepared for any possible danger."

"This is the situation. If you have any questions, it's best to ask them now. If you don't have any questions, you can start working."

After saying these words, I waited for a while, and when I saw no one said anything, I was about to turn around and leave.

But at this moment, a young man raised his hand fearfully.

"I have a question."

His voice was timid, as was the case with most Rat Tribe people when communicating with them.

Even though he was half a year old, he didn't care and waved his right hand.

"Then ask quickly."

The young man swallowed his saliva and spoke quickly.

"Why not just let those crabs eat them..."

In his opinion, there is no need to worry about these things. The crabs can be eaten cleanly by just leaving them alone.

Hearing this whimsical idea, Half Year Old laughed out loud and said in a teasing tone.

"When you feed them enough, how many do you think their number will be?"

Why do these NPCs look more like NPCs than me?

After saying that, he was about to turn around, but the young man whispered again.

"What if we get it farther away from the pier? Dig a puddle there and bury the body... maybe we can also lure the mutated sea crabs here."

It wasn't that he thought it was troublesome to move the corpse, but he mainly thought that the crabs were edible and it would be a pity to drive them away.

When they first arrived at Youtiao Port, they picked up the crabs that had been beaten to death by the Alliance soldiers and grilled them with the Alliance soldiers.

Hearing this, Half Year Old Wasted glanced at the young man in surprise.

Good guy.

Are the NPCs in this game so real?!

But having said that, it was a good idea after he thought about it carefully in his head.

Of course, the main reason was that he also wanted to improve the food, so he walked up with a smile and patted the young man on the shoulder.

"Brother, what's your name?"

The young man said tremblingly.

"Dan..."

"Then I'll call you Adan, haha, the future crab tycoon Adan."

As he said this, he wasted no time and threw a bunch of keys with license plate tags into his hand. Then he thought of something and pushed the thing in his hand over, and continued with a smile.

"You've got the truck, and you've got these guys at your disposal...and this shotgun and the walkie-talkie. I want your crab farm to be at least five kilometers away from here, and if you're attacked, call us."

The young man named Dan was stunned for a moment, then nodded with ecstasy.

"Don't worry, sir, leave it to me. I will make sure you are satisfied!"

From the smile on the face of the Alliance soldier, he seemed to see an opportunity to change his destiny!

If this thing is done well, maybe I can stay...

The half-year-old didn't care at all, he smiled and made a "go get busy" gesture, and then walked back to the shore.

Standing on the shore and waiting, I saw him approaching and asked.

"Is it okay to do this?"

Half a year old said with a wasted smile.

"What's the problem? It's good to use the mutant's body waste. Don't be so serious, haha."

Maybe when the war is over, this mutated sea crab will become a local specialty.

Seeing his playful smile, Yi Dengtian made a helpless expression.

"Fine."

He didn't think it mattered, as long as it didn't affect the delivery of supplies.

…

The dusk hanging in the sky gradually fell.

While the expeditionary forces from Youtiao Port were landing one after another, Duke Nihak, who was still living on the South China Sea Alliance fleet and refused to disembark, finally hesitantly came ashore after seeing General Li Minghui go ashore.

After all, he is also the grand duke of the empire, so he cannot be underestimated.

Not just that.

As the Grand Duke of the Empire, now that the expeditionary force has finally landed on the territory of the Torch Church, it would be a bit unreasonable for him not to express his feelings.

But what he didn't expect was that the situation on the shore was even more tragic than he imagined. The thick smell of blood did not dissipate even if the sea breeze blew for a whole day.

Standing on the undulating steel plate, Duke Nihak felt as if his nasal cavity was soaked in blood, and his calves could not help but feel weak.

Is this the front line...

His Adam's apple moved up and down, swallowing almost dry saliva, and his pupils showed uncontrollable fear.

Although he had seen the true strength of the alliance on the holographic screen, the death he saw through the screen was far less profound than what he felt at the moment.

These guys are not human beings...

Whether it's those lying on the beach or those camping on the shore...

They are all devils!

Pushing away the guard who came to help him, he moved towards the shore with stiff steps.

Not far away is the Alliance camp, with tents lined up on the edge of the beach, and lights on the sentry towers.

He had a glimmer of hope in his heart, expecting that the camp would be filled with wounded people, expecting that this battle would hurt both the Torch and the Alliance, and expecting that the Empire would stand on top of the world from now on. However, the moment he walked into the camp, all hope

All was in vain.

The soldiers sat on the ground where they had fought, and raised a bonfire where the enemy had fallen.

They didn't care about the bullet marks and blood stains on the ground at all, they just sat in front of the bonfire, even chatting and laughing, roasting meat and singing songs.

Not even just Union soldiers.

He saw with his own eyes that several soldiers from the expeditionary force were also sitting together with them. Among them, there were also people who knew musical instruments, impromptuly playing the piccolo of Borneo and beating drums made of animal skins and bones, giving the hoarse and majestic sound

accompanied by singing.
To be continued...