At the same time, the 3789th Division Logistics Base was commanded indoors.

Everyone stared blankly at the dead frontier position on the central large screen. The only certificate that declared that this was a dynamic real scene, not a static picture, was a reddish-brown "balloon" flying closer and closer in the sky.

"Catching balloons" and "catching houses" may be a refreshing and pleasing thing in the game. However, for Huo Qing, Edward and others, it is not a balloon, but an atomic bomb that explodes in a time-delayed manner.

Waiting for death to come is always the thing that mankind fears the most.

"Contact Officer, immediately call the troops on the battlefield of the Eastern Front to return to the rescue, as well as the Western Front, the North Front, and the companies that detoured behind the enemy. They must defend the base! The deciphering work has been carried out to a critical moment, and there is no need to be missed!" Huo Qing, who had just contacted Frances, said with a gloomy face.

This was the first time this chief of staff, who was very talented as a Confucian general, showed a panic expression.

It’s no wonder that the war that was originally scheduled to break out in a few days later, the strong acid steam zone changed again, and the new Ipsilon ruins emerged, causing the situation to expand, and even the space fleet was involved.

Three battlefields were opened up on the barren land of Namixing, south of the equator and north of the equator. Francis's work centered on deciphering the remains technology, and Edward was a guy who was not brave enough and not diligent enough. In this way, the pressure to command the combat troops fell on his shoulders.

If it were just Wilder Lester's "Silver Wing" mechanized infantry division, he would still be confident in fighting, but he would never want to kill Cheng Yaojin halfway, defeat the enemy's reserve and strengthening company with a destructive force, and then use absolute power to break his carefully prepared Zhang Liang's plan.

The frontier positions fell, the fortifications were completely destroyed, and the garrison troops fled, but they didn't even know where the enemy came from, what their identity was, and what their purpose was.

When facing such an opponent, can you not panic? Can you not be afraid? Can you not be shaken?

Confidence comes from strength. If the strength is not good, what confidence can there be? Huo Qing has always been a wise man. Because he is a quiet and wise man, he cannot do the reckless act of a rushing and blood splashing five feet into the box.

The contact officer was hesitant and stared at him with a hesitant look.

The "balloon" has already flew over the sky. At this time, is it too late to call the troops to return to help?

"Chief of Staff, the previous 'hunting' operation almost dispatched all the troops of the logistics base, and now there are only a group of third-line civilian soldiers left at the base..." A staff officer risked his life to advise.

Huo Qing knew what he wanted to say. If he did not have enough combat power to hold back those terrifying enemies, he would not be able to hold back the troops to return to the rescue.

"Fire Control Center, what about those people in the Fire Control Center? Since the fortifications have been destroyed, let them go first, and be sure to hold back the enemy."

"Yes." The liaison officer breathed a sigh of relief and quickly sent Huo Qing's instructions to the fire control center.

At this point, Huo Qing exhaled a long breath of turbid air, his eyes swept over the "balloon" that had already flown into the base on the large screen, and a gleam suddenly flashed in his eyes: "There is an old saying that a soldier who defeated others without fighting is a good person."

...

When he came to the base again, Tang Fang suddenly felt that things were changing. God’s jokes have always been ridiculous. When he came back, his identity was a front-line pawn who was dependent on others, but this time, he became a creditor who came to the door to seek his life.

Aros and Hausen walked down the whip of the king insect, one left and one right, and the other two generals seemed to come to Tang Fang.

The welcome ceremony was grand and serious, and the holographic illusion on the dome was clouded.

At the entrance of the command building, Hodgson slowly leaned out of the cover. Because of his helmet, he could not see the expression on his face.

"Who are you?"

"Treasurer..." Tang Fang's extremely dull voice came from the public channel.

"Treasurer?" Hodgson frowned. The other party's answer surprised him. What does the creditor mean? Whose creditor? His? Or who else's?

Aros and Hausen's power armor were very strange, and he couldn't tell the way, but what Tang Fang wore was indeed a "guardian knight". If what he said was true, who owed him a debt?

"Who owes you? Can you tell me?" Hodgson was not stupid. Of course, even if he had some intelligence defects, he would overcome it with strong perseverance. Because shrewdness is a trait that a noble must have.

Huo Qing gave him the order to hold the enemy as much as possible and figure out his origin and purpose. If it is not absolutely necessary, don't anger them.

Although he didn't know where the other enemies were going, the aristocratic's cautious nature made him very steady in dealing with things. Even if the other party had only three people, he did not mean to underestimate them at all.

Of course, if useful information was analyzed in the following conversation, determine their weaknesses, or if reinforcements arrived, the elegant and noble Hodgson would never tell such nonsense and unreasonable nonsense to a despicable and shameful traitor like him.

The guy who betrayed His Majesty, desecrated the glory of the "Celtic" holy sword, and harmed the lives of his compatriots in the Empire must die.

There is an old saying in the East, "Sleeping on firewood and tasting gall, and working hard for ten years." Hodgson suddenly felt that his imagination had been opened. What he did now was just like the King of Yue. What was the name? Well, it was cheap enough!

Tang Fang didn't say anything. He smiled slightly behind the helmet and subconsciously touched the left shoulder of the power armor. The soldier number was originally printed there, but it had already been polished.

How could he not think of anything Hodgson could think of!

"Are you looking for this?" As Tang Fang's cold voice floated by, a square metal chip fell to the ground, and was then shattered by his heavy boots.

"Ah?" A soldier beside Hodgson shook his body and exclaimed. He heard the sound, it was a woman.

What he stole was the built-in sensing chip of the power armor, used to distinguish between enemies and us, assist in positioning, and respond to remote computer requests of the command center. To put it bluntly, it is actually a backdoor program placed by the military on the power armor microprocessor, which can obtain important data, communication content, human intelligence and other information stored in the memory within a certain distance.

Hodgson's face turned cold. This kid was too smart and he was simply flawless in his work.

The noble's way of thinking made him lose his mind. He looked up at Tang Fang opposite him. He suddenly felt like a tiger biting a turtle and had nowhere to vent his mouth.

The number of power armor is grinding and the sensing chip is crushed. There is a probability that the only one who guessed Tang Fang's identity was Francis, who planned the fake reconnaissance mission. But what if he guessed? Do he dare to say it? Unless he doesn't want to live anymore, he caused the Empire to fail in the Battle of Namixing for his own selfish desires. Such a great responsibility is not enough to kill him ten times.

At this time, Tang Fang spoke, his voice still slammed and sluggishly. However, the content reached Hodgson's ears, but it seemed like a bolt from the blue. The lightning made his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys look like a slime oil.

"If I guess correctly, you're delaying the time..."
Chapter completed!