The Duma Colonial Star is one of the earliest space colonies of the federal government. It has existed for more than four hundred years in the cultural history of human beings. Hundreds of generations of human beings have reproduced and survived here, inherited culture and developed the economy. At the same time, it is a colonial star of the political-economic region of the federal core area, and it is guarded by the Third Fleet Base where it is constantly conquered.

The fleet base is a huge space station, which runs on the synchronous orbit of the Duma Colonial Star and maintains orbit. The square space station tens of thousands of meters long consumes unimaginable money and manpower, and at the same time it also embodies the glory of the Federation - the glory of the past.

Now, the Third Fleet that entered the conventional space is close to the base of the Third Fleet of the Duma Navy, and thirty-two warships and ten reinforcements of the Fourth Fleet are running rapidly. After a battle with the Resistance Army, each warship has suffered more or less damage to varying degrees and is now in urgent need of repair.

The Lord is located in one of the battleships.

Before sailing at warp speed, he left the slow civilian spacecraft, chose the ultimate to reach warp speed of 9.9, and quietly waited for the arrival of this moment.

He once served in the Third Fleet, and everything there was very familiar to him. The dreams at that time, the realization of their growth, and the continuous birth and death for the sake of that ridiculous honor... The huge space station is vividly remembered in almost every place and every corner of every place.

He is not returning to his hometown with glory now...but brings death.

Forty-two warships advanced in an orderly manner. During this process, Joseph Patton and some advanced infected people also woke up from the low-temperature dormant compartment one by one. The characteristics of infected people determine that their lives are extremely short, and it takes eight days to reach their destination at the fastest time. The infected people cannot survive until that time. However, the frozen dormant infected people have almost no change, greatly continuing the survival time of their advanced people.

In addition, three transport ships and a group of civil aviation filled with Zergs are still halfway, and the master does not intend to use them at present - combat is a matter of warships, not to mention that a sufficient number of infected people can be infected in a very fast time to control every soldier on these warships.

As the situation developed to this point, no one could stop it. As the shape of the space station became clearer and almost everyone could see the white, huge berthing port number with the naked eye, the master issued the order to moor the fleet as Patton's commander.

In a series of detection methods such as passwords, enemy and enemy identification codes, the fleet commander only needs to nod and his subordinates will immediately continue to work. The detection process is very smooth, and there are still thirty minutes before the virus outbreak of the infected person. The master is familiar with the process of entering the port, so he pinched his time very accurately.

The warships sailed into their respective dedicated parking areas one by one. After entering the port, the port's huge telescopic arms firmly grasped the connection hard point on the battleship body, and all the parking work began... The supercharged passages were connected to each other, and with the ship's personnel and Marine soldiers leaving the battleship according to the command of the officers, they walked towards the camps of their respective troops. After a harsh battle, the soldiers were somewhat tired and depressed.

This just rightly conceals the sign that the infected person's virus is about to break out.

The master knew that this process usually took about twenty-five minutes, and the time for the army to train was always very accurate. After twenty-seven minutes, he began to feel the increasing number of infected people. At the same time, it was extremely clear and the different visions were also displayed in his mind.

At this time, most soldiers were preparing to hand over firearms and other items that needed to be kept. When this process was proceeding in an orderly manner, a soldier began to show signs of headache and dazzle. He had some difficulty controlling his body, as if he wanted to resist the huge consciousness that was constantly occupied in his mind.

But it is doomed to fail, this force is unimaginable evil and irresistible - it takes a long time for a low-level infected person to completely transform, but the change takes up to one minute. Some experienced soldiers and officers immediately think of a noun that represents thriller - the infected person.

"It's an infected person!" A lieutenant suddenly shouted loudly, "Hurry up, pick up the weapon! Frequent combat personnel evacuate this area! Marines! Use weapons to kill these guys!"

The lieutenant's loud shout and his behavior of snatching weapons caused more people to follow. The Zerg "infected" is not a new word, but most people have only seen this group of living dead people in news videos. There are not many people who have really had close contact. Although they have been trained to identify and react quickly, it is another matter.

"Don't let anyone leave here!" Another naval major opened fire at another changing soldier with a pistol, "They are no longer humans!"

"Speak the alarm now!"

A series of complex and effective commands spread among the army. The master rushed forward, grabbed a Gauss gun that had just been handed over in the arsenal, opened the capacitor, turned the gun around, and fired randomly at the dense crowd. The continuous spray of high-speed bullets made the group burst into "blood flowers".

The unlucky major holding a pistol was swept into the head by a stray bullet. The huge kinetic energy of the bullet directly took half of his head, but the remaining half was strangely connected to his neck, and blood spurted. This bloody scene made the federal soldiers around who fought back the infected person feel chills.

Although he was hit by dozens of guns and was smashed to pieces, the other ten infected people had already obtained weapons with the most tacit cooperation, spread out in a fan shape, hid in walls, pillars and other areas, and fired at a group of tense and chaotic federal soldiers opposite, forming an effective cross-fire.

At the same time, it also won the opportunity to seize weapons for other infected people.

More army of infected people gathered from all directions. Because the types of troops that the returnee soldiers came down from the warships were different, the locations of the bases were also different, and once the infected people broke out, it was difficult to control. They were everywhere, everywhere, and they were not afraid of death and had no feelings.

Infected people are the nightmare of all federal soldiers. Moreover, their combat quality is superb, and they are almost shot in battle. Each attack can eliminate a group of federal soldiers. The team's combat strategy is very strong. You can often see a group of infected people rushing forward and a federal soldiers who want to ambush appear behind them, another group of infected people appear just right behind the federal soldiers, and then there is an inhumane massacre.

These scenes are like having cameras installed in all areas.

The infected people spread out and continued to massacre every federal soldier according to the command of the master. They used any weapons they could find without hesitation. There were even crazy infected people holding a large number of grenades and rushed to the group of federal soldiers, madly detonating themselves.

In any case, fighting the Zerg in such a narrow space cannot gain an advantage - although they are only relatively weak infected people, not those aliens that make the scalp tingling, not explosive insects hiding in the dark and waiting for opportunities to explode, nor are they invincible monsters.

But under the shroud of the dominant consciousness, humans had almost no chance of winning... He stepped on the bloody path he had come out, and the three of them carried rocket launchers themselves and fired rockets one after another, without hesitation, knocking off the gate of the command room - the location of the space station command center.

The infected person rushed in and controlled all the technicians who wanted to resist. These dozens of people were responsible for the dispatch of the fleet base, the travel arrangements of warships, communication with the ground, etc., which were very important positions. On weekdays, the strict soldiers defended, and the master also spent a large number of infected people to attack. Then Joseph Patton strode forward.

All humans were stunned.

"Cowardly and ignorant ants!" The master with a cold expression came to them and promoted his tricks, "You know the current tragic situation! If you want to survive, please cooperate with the Zerg!"

"We will not cooperate with any actions of the alien species!" A colonel stared at the master with the most fierce look, "You are not Joseph Patton, who are you?"

"You are not qualified to know who I am yet!" The master took a big step forward, reached out and pinched the colonel's neck, exerting force a little, but Patton's strength was not great. The colonel's face was flushed, he kept coughing, and wanted to resist, but other infected people were controlling him and were powerless.

The Lord swept around the other people in the control room and whispered: "Human, listen, I am the Zerg Lord! If you think you can play tricks with me-"

Another infected person pulled out his saber and slashed it hard - directly cutting off one of the colonel's ears that was strangled by the master.

Sudden shouts resounded throughout the control room.

"I will torture you with any extreme means you can think of - the first thing I can say is that I can consider letting you live."

"Otherwise!" Another male infected person walked up to a female officer, his eyes less than a few centimeters away from her face, but he spoke strangely in a dominant tone.

"The knife in my hand will cut you, a terrible face that belongs to humanity little by little," the master was completely a demon crawling out of hell, with an extremely ferocious expression. "If you think you can tolerate these, I will have more extremes that women cannot tolerate."

"Please!" After all, the female officer had poor psychological quality. A group of men might be able to hold on, but she was a woman, looking at the infected people in the room, she could hardly imagine her fate.

"Then listen to me." The master tempted softly.

She nodded in pain with tears.

"Use your authority to let all the warships go." The master said to her, "After doing this, you have the right to save your life in this space."

"But..." said the female officer in a trembling voice, "I need the authority of others."

"Whose?" asked her.

She raised her hand tremblingly, pointed at a colonel in the crowd in the desperate eyes, saying, "He is the person in charge here."

"Very good." Another infected person walked up to the guy, "I think you should cooperate with me to do all this, right?"

The colonel swallowed and asked nervously: "Can I have the right to survive?"

"Yes, as long as you cooperate." The master nodded with a smile.

"I promise you!"

"You are a traitor!"

"You bastard! You will kill all humans!"

The master glanced at the outbreak of people. The infected people raised their guns and pulled the trigger. All the anger and scolding turned into painful moans.

Then, the Zerg fleet's strength increased greatly. They had forty-two warships, twenty warships leaving the port, ten transport ships, and a certain amount of weapons. However, they couldn't wait to leave the space station and stay away from this star system before other reinforcements from the Federation were about to arrive.

The Lord could have used nuclear bombs and antimatter weapons to blow Duma colonial stars to ashes.

But when entering the core area of ​​the federal government, the fate of these more than three million Zergs was destined to be wiped out. He knew this very well. Three million Zergs without support were difficult to fight continuously, unless they gave tens of millions of soldiers at once. Therefore, with the choice of death, how to cause the maximum casualties is his priority.

The capital of the Sotra Federation, the central government, and the army headquarters - Sotra colonial planet, the first colonial planet controlled by humans who have been wandering in space for decades after the nuclear war.

Sotra.

The Zerg's goal is to attack Huanglong!
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