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The battle ended quickly, only half an hour before and after.

The corpses of soldiers were upside down in the crisscrossing trenches. Some of them were torn apart by sharp claws, cutting their chests, and blood and internal organs flowed all over the ground. Some were penetrated by metal nails, and their bodies were like leaking showers, dripping with cold blood. Some were a hole in their chest, and the bright red stone sand could be seen through the gap. There were also those who separated from their heads and bodies. They died very simply and cleanly. The high temperature of the energy sword directly evaporated the blood in their bodies, leaving behind a charred corpse divided into two.

Armored vehicles and various weapons were scattered throughout the venue, and some corpses were lying in the burst cabin, bright red everywhere, like broken watermelon flesh.

Rolling tanks, tanks that plunge into the trenches, armed shuttles with severely deformed structures, and guns and shells stained with blood.

The frontier positions fell, the second company of the reserve support battalion was defeated on its entire line, and less than 20 survived.

Tang Fang kicked away a broken mechanical kettle at his feet, swept across the battlefield, swept over the scrapped fortifications, and finally landed on the high wall at the edge of the base.

Aros held the C-14 "piercing hand" Gauss rifle and leaned over from behind, and a low gasp came from the communicator.

"Let's go, don't be sad."

"Yeah." Tang Fang nodded. If it weren't for the help of the interstellar system, he would have been a cold dead body underground on Planet No. 5. In troubled times, it doesn't matter whether it's correct or cruel. If you don't want to die, you must abandon weakness, abandon confusion, pick up your gun to fight, and slaughter all enemies who dare to block the way.

This is not cruelty or indecentness, nor is it an inhumanity. This is the way for small people to survive in troubled times!

Peace is coming? It is just a daydream of cowards, just like the inferior white and pink in the pockets of a street gangster, but it is just a prop for self-ansthesia. Respect human rights? Just like the socks of a student and professor, it doesn’t matter if you wear them with decent clothes and tear them off.

The strong whip of the king cuckold hangs down, rolling up Hausen and Tang Fang, and climbing up quickly.

Hausen was searching around in a scrapped command car, looking for some edible meat steak, soup, cookies, ice cream and other foods. In recent days, he had only relied on compressing cookies to satisfy his hunger, and a bird had faded out of his mouth.

Of course, meat steak, soup, cookies, ice cream... these are just his unrealistic fantasies.

He kicked away a bunch of debris hard, and a small drawer appeared in front of him, and he pulled it open. Several old photos, a diary, and a pack of "Mester" cigarettes.

These are nothing. What really attracted his attention was a small glass bottle in the deepest part of the drawer. A string of characters "Russiavodka" was printed squarely on the front label of the bottle.

"Haha...haha, I know!" Hausen's laughter was like swallowing eight Viagra in one breath, low and depressing, but full of explosiveness.

He was about to get the small glass bottle when he suddenly stopped. He thought of the old cigarette ghost of Aros. He smiled and picked up the bag of "Mester" cigarettes and stuffed them into the storage box behind him.

When he stretched out his arm again and grabbed the glass bottle with a smile, suddenly, a whip fell from the sky, without saying anything, rolled up his body and pulled it into the air.

Watching the glass bottle filled with vodka get farther and farther away from him and finally disappear from the end of his sight, Hausen felt resentful and almost didn't cry.

"Tang Fang, you bastard, you give me my vodka..."

In the communicator, Hausen cried and scolded for a long time.

Tang Fang didn't know how he offended him. Could it be that the reckless man had a phobia for being stuffed into Wang Chong's stomach?

"Hausen, shut up! Then howl and stuff your asshole."

After saying this, Hausen's scolding came to an abrupt end. It was disgusting enough to stuff it into the abdominal sac, stuff it into the anus? HOLY

MOTHER! How can you meet people in the future?

Tang Fang had no time to worry about his ignorant mother and resentful woman feeling. As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his attention to the system space.

The losses in this battle were a bit huge, with 5 puppies, 2 machine gunners, 1 raider, and 1 cockroach.

Three of the 5 puppies died under the powerful sniper rifle, and two were killed by grenades. Both machine gunmen died under the sniper rifle. As for the raiders and cockroaches, they were killed by the 120MM cannon turret on both sides of the wall.

The current combat units and resource stocks are as follows.

Zerg: Worker bee X1, postworm X8, spine needle reptile X5, cockroach X7, king insect X6, eye insect X3, puppy X4, total population 33/74.

Human race: SCV one, machine gunner X9, raider X11, total population 32/82.

God Clan: Exploration Machine X1, Fanatic X8, Total Population, 17/42.

Deposit: Crystal 2285, Gas 6150.

In the previous battle, he relied on a surprise attack, and he easily defeated the "Blade Wind" reserve reserves. Now this battle is a tough battle. Not only does the 3789th Division support battalion defend the 2nd company, but also has multiple fortifications. It is already very rare to be able to tackle this hard bone at the cost of a mere 10 population.

The position fell and the fortifications were completely destroyed. The entire logistics base was like fresh peanuts peeled off, completely exposed to the eyes.

The next thing should be much simpler. Whether it is to stir-fry in a pot or boil it in water, or rub the skin and knock it, it depends on him.

"Aros, I'll give it to you." Hausen walked over with a cold face, angrily, and threw a pack of cigarettes in front of Aros.

Aros looked down and laughed: "Hausen, where did you get this thing?"

As he spoke, he couldn't wait to pull out one, ignite the fire, take a sip, and then spit out a rolling smoke: "Well, the cigar is strong, and it's good to change the taste occasionally."

"You have staple food and desserts. Fuck, I've been busy for a long time and I haven't gotten any benefits." Hausen glared at Tang Fang with a fierce look: "It's been more than half a month since Planet 5. I've been eating these garbage biscuits all day long, and a bird faded out of my mouth. I finally found the bottle of vodka, but before I could get it, he got it up."

Aros smiled even more happily: "Hausen, don't worry, when you escape, I will definitely treat you to a drink."

"Bah, let's just bet, you poor guy, what are you treating me?" Hausen glanced at him and muttered angrily.

As a death row prisoner waiting for execution, the empire had long confiscated property and confiscated the bank account directly, and would not leave a penny behind. Inviting guests? What should I ask for? Robbery or sell myself?

Aros smiled and slowly lay down, leaning comfortably on Wang Chong's soft muscles in his abdominal cavity, savoring the rich fragrance released by the tobacco.

Hausen turned his head to look at Tang Fang, but saw his eyebrows slightly moving, and slowly opened his eyes: "It's here."

"Hmm?" Hausen turned his head and looked through the transparent vesicles and landed on the logistics base complex below.
Chapter completed!