My biological black technology

It's impossible to break through.

This is the final conclusion reached by the supercomputer after simulating the comparison of the combat power of the two sides.

After repeated calculations, the error is less than 0.1%, which is almost zero.

Wen Ziqiang's hands were trembling slightly. Looking at the simulation results that had stopped on the big screen, the scarlet color made his heart tremble.

"Did we fall short after all?" Wen Ziqiang lost all his strength and stared blankly at the final anxiety on the front line of the big screen.

In just over twenty seconds, the charge seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, unable to advance even an inch. Instead, as the soldiers on the front line continued to make heroic sacrifices, the front line seemed to be pushed back.

At this time, there are still more than four minutes left before the two key technologies are successfully developed.

"Is it finished?"

In a daze, Wen Ziqiang seemed to see a future in which mountains and rivers were shattered. Countless twelve-armed attackers rushed into the atmosphere, and countless firepower poured into the earth unbridled.

The earth was shattered and the dungeons were destroyed one by one.

The flames of war burned every inch of the earth, and all humans were killed or injured.

The entire human race may be able to survive, but there is no doubt that the Chinese people will be wiped out by the enemy.

This kind of price is unbearable and unbearable.

Discouraged, discouraged.

In just a moment, the changes on the battlefield were almost exactly the same as the simulated situation. Instead of advancing forward, the biomechanical battle line continued to retreat.

It’s over…

Completely in line with supercomputing predictions.

Wen Ziqiang's inner defenses had almost been broken down at this moment. At the same time, other people in the combat laboratory were almost as gray in their eyes as Wen Ziqiang.

They had overestimated the enemy as much as possible, but they did not expect that the combination of just two technologies would improve the performance of the Twelve-Armed Assault so much.

One wrong step, every wrong step.

Especially at such a critical time, making such a mistake can have fatal consequences.

However, even if it is an overestimation, there is not much that can be done about it.

After all, there is still a big difference between one's own preparation and hard power.

front……

The battle line retreated step by step.

Everyone also got the latest situation through the wired network connection in the air.

"Neutrino high-precision cellular combat platform?"

"Automatic repair robot?"

"The supercomputer model calculates that there will be a complete collapse in more than two minutes?"

…

As soon as the intelligence from the rear is reported,

Deathly silence in the battle connection.

In the silence, a kind of sadness gradually spreads. In the silence, there is fighting. In the silence, there are little whimpering in the connection.

If they are not afraid of death, they will not join the space mecha army if they are afraid of death.

Death and sacrifice, for them, they have been prepared for this for a long time. When we set off for the expedition, we were accompanied by 20,000 comrades. Now the number of casualties has been reduced by nearly half, if not for the iron discipline, will, and belief in victory.

When the casualties exceed 30%, an elite unit should be beaten to the point of collapse.

At this time, more than half of the casualties had been lost, and the soldiers were still fighting desperately.

Death is just the simplest thing to them, and they will not grieve about it. What really makes them sad is that once they are defeated, all their efforts will be in vain, and the most beautiful blue behind them will be turned into ruins.

No one is immune.

Everything they care about, everything they can't let go of, will be completely destroyed.

No one would be more aware of the consequences of a full-scale collapse than they, who are familiar with space weapons, and their group of space warriors.

"Can't!"

"That's not... okay!"

"This is absolutely...not allowed!"

In silence, Captain Bian Wenjian of the 330 Mecha Battalion, which was charging, shouted loudly in the combat channel. The battle line was already densely covered with signal relay spores.

With powerful signal relay and amplification capabilities, even if it is disconnected from the wired connection, it can still barely maintain the signal on the battlefield.

"We absolutely...will not accept failure!"

"no way!"

The voice is shrill, the tone is high, and the anger is filled with sadness.

"Our... relatives, our... friends, our... motherland, and our nation are all behind us."

"We...cannot fail!"

"We absolutely cannot...fail!"

…

Several consecutive "no" sounds were filled with reluctance, and countless soldiers felt their hearts swell. They were not willing to give in, they were not willing to accept death. They had long ignored death, but their death was worthwhile.

Zhang Xuebin also burst into tears and tried his best, sacrificing several percentage points of reserve material resources, to kill a twelve-armed attacker again.

From the beginning of the battle to the present, he has been very clear about all aspects of the battle process. Although he killed the opponent again, such a difficult battle and the high consumption have become unsustainable, not to mention that his body has reached At the limit, at this moment, almost all the skin on the body is in burning pain. This is the pain caused by the high temperature of microwave radiation.

Although the life support device is maintained by painkilling and repairing drugs, it is still very painful. Moreover, right now, it is just the beginning. Looking around, the twelve-armed attackers are still releasing a steady stream of weapons on the space assault ship, and there are countless enemies. The number of Qings is like locusts crossing the border, and the fighting pressure is getting stronger and stronger.

After more than two minutes, the whole line collapsed.

This is definitely not a lie.

Zhang Xuebin knew deeply that this was definitely true, and the rear would not joke about this kind of thing. They really couldn't hold on for long, especially in such fighting conditions.

He is deeply aware of the power of today's supercomputer simulations, but he is not willing to believe such results.

Like the captain Bian Wenjian, he was unwilling to believe such results.

He will die, but he needs to die worthily.

"Counting the time, my child should be born soon." A hint of sweetness flashed through Zhang Xuebin's mind. It was the happiest place in his life.

At the critical moment, the delivery room of the Affiliated Hospital of Star City Biological Research Base.

The delivery room was very tense.

The director of the obstetrics department hurried over and asked, "How is the patient's condition?"

"very dangerous."

Director Chen quickly put on the gloves that were handed to him, touched his hand, and suddenly his heart sank, "We can't give birth naturally, we must have surgery immediately! Hurry!"

The bed was quickly transferred, the operating room was opened immediately, and a team of doctors and nurses quickly pushed the bed forward, racing against time.

"Doctor, we must keep the child!"

"Must!" Chen Yan cried.

"Dr. Chen, don't worry, you will be fine. You don't have to make a choice!" Director Chen quickly comforted him.

"Well, the child must be kept."

The surgery will begin soon...

At this time, in space, just a few dozen seconds passed again, and the battle had reached a critical turning point.

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