Corpses were strewn all over the field, blood flowed all over the ground, dead bones were piled up, and the remains were scorched black.

Suddenly, there was a sudden whiteness on the battlefield.

If you look carefully, you will find that this piece of white lily like blooming lilies is actually composed of countless small dots.Each dot is an alien or a hybrid of alien and human in a protective suit.Wearing masks, they were squeezing the small green balls in their hands, shaking off pieces of yellow pollen, and sprinkled them on the dead bodies on the ground.

They are called "cleaners". The pollen sprinkled by their hands has a strong disinfecting effect on parasites. Two days after the pollen is sprinkled, the corpses will be collected and incinerated. The land will soon grow again. new plants.

The sun was scorching, and the smell of rotting corpses permeated everywhere. Although the mask had a good filtering effect on the air, the smell was still disgusting.

When doing this kind of work for the first time, many people vomited in their protective clothing, but No. 48 never vomited from the beginning to the end, and his psychological quality seems to have always been very good.

Everyone is silent when they are working, and they are a little more active when they are eating.

Lunch time came soon, and everyone gathered at a garbage disposal site behind the battlefield to receive their lunch. The facilities of this garbage disposal site were relatively outdated, and the place was not very big. It looked dilapidated and dirty. But everyone's eyes lit up as the smell of food wafted from the dump.

Today's food is baked potatoes, thick bread, baked insect eggs, and leaf soup. The portion for each person is fixed. The food is not distributed by humans or robots, but by blue-bodied, two-meter-tall worker insects.

Most of the worker insects are male, with cold compound eyes and no emotion.Their feet are like cold blue knives, with a cold sharpness, reminiscent of frozen forests and lakes in winter.

The female worker insects here are communication soldiers. They do not have well-developed attacking legs, are slightly shorter in height, and have a darker body color.Communication soldiers have well-developed tentacles, and their mental power is higher than that of ordinary engineers.

When it was the 48th's turn to line up for dinner, he received a large baked potato, two slices of bread, three worm eggs and a bowl full of leaf soup.

When No. 48 sat down with his own plate, No. 46 sat down beside him deftly.

"Dude, did you know those big bugs before?" No. 46 is a hybrid of alien beasts and humans, and his appearance is more pure-bred human, with dark skin, white teeth, and a carefree personality.

"No," said No. 48. He knocked a grilled insect egg that was hot to the touch, rolled it casually, and peeled off the shell.The baked insect eggs here are actually the unfertilized eggs of the "Amulan" insects. They are the size of ordinary eggs. There is no egg yolk and only the white. After being roasted and peeled off, it looks like a translucent jelly.

"Then why do they give you such a big potato every time? There are so many soups, it can't be because you are good-looking." No. 46 looked at the potato in the bowl that was a circle smaller than his own palm and doubted. .

"Hehe, do you think I'm good-looking?" No. 48 quickly finished eating two worm eggs, and he took a sip of the soup. Even the way he drank the soup was very obedient, with an inexplicable attraction.

But he wore a ring on the ring finger of his right hand, and No. 46 knew that for the human race, it meant that he was married.

No. 46 felt a little sour, "It looks good, why isn't it good-looking, I don't know why you came here to suffer, you don't look like a native of Canxing at first glance."

No. 48 ate the last worm egg, then mashed the soft baked potato with skin on, spread it on the bread and put it in his mouth, leaving the dark goggles, his eyes were shining brightly in the sun , like a clear lake. "My partner is a Zerg warrior. He disappeared on the battlefield. I came to find him and take him back."

"Zergs? Zergs are everywhere here, but this planet is too big, can you find it." No. 46 sighed, "Besides, you don't know whether he is still alive or dead. There have been too many wars recently. Many people have died. From what I can see, we still have several battles to fight against the alien beasts."

Number 46 is right.

The organization they belong to is called the "Blue Alliance".Remnant Star was originally a planet ruled by Alien Beasts. Many people lived under the enslavement of the Alien Beast government and were labeled as "last-class citizens". They worked hard to dig energy mines every day, and it was a problem for the original Alien Beasts to have enough food and clothing. The government complained and suffered unspeakably.

After the battle between Dongfang Star and Dormuda Star broke out, several turmoil occurred one after another.The citizens living here unite to resist the rule of the alien beast government, including the three tribes of the Zerg, the symbiotic plants and the last citizens.The three Zerg tribes have always had a good relationship with the symbiotic plants they raise, and like the last citizens, they have also been exploited by the alien beast government.

After the "Blue Alliance" was established, it became the main task of the alliance to wipe out the alien beasts and alien beasts infected with parasitic plants, resist the remaining oppressors, and seize power. Not long ago, the leader of the alliance was seriously injured in a battle , died without treatment.

But after that, the Blue Alliance ushered in a new leader.Under his leadership, the Blue Alliance's severely injured vitality quickly recovered, and the alliance became stronger day by day, and everyone's difficult life became much easier.

However, the gunpowder smoke is still floating, and it cannot be stopped for the time being. Wherever the flames of war permeate, there will be traces of blood.

"With Wang here, we'll be fine." No. 48 said, "He's very strong."

"You haven't seen it before, how do you know?" No. 46 took a big bite of bread, and gulped down the leaf soup.

"Guess." No. 48 smiled and handed him the remaining piece of bread. "Since he is the king recognized by the three Zerg tribes, he must be the strongest."

"Really." No. 46 took the food he handed over, and said with a thump.

The Zerg races on Remnant Star are different from those on Dongfang Star. Most of the Zerg races here are conceived by insect mothers, and the highest level of spiritual power does not exceed A-level. They can only maintain the form of insects for life and cannot transform into human form.

The three tribes of Zerg are the "Amulan" tribe whose workers are mainly blue, the brave and aggressive "sand eater" tribe whose workers are mainly orange, and the "Ant Bee" tribe whose workers are mainly black and yellow. "tribe.

Among them, the sand-eating tribe is the most aggressive, and has always advocated the principle that the weak prey on the strong and the strong respect. To become the leader of the Blue Alliance, they must first obtain their approval.

"Hey, hurry up and finish eating, there must be work to do later." No. 46 stuffed the bread into his mouth. He ate in a rough style, as if he had a grudge against food. "I have to go to the battlefield in the west this afternoon. Clean up the corpse, well, maybe the king you worship is there."

"To the west is the base of the Sand-eating Tribe, but something seems to have happened to the Sand-eating tribe recently," No. 48 said.

"It's quite far from here, I have to go by car." No. 46 finished the piece of bread and was cleaning off the bread crumbs on his body, "The Shisha tribe is the most capable of fighting among the three tribes, and it is not inferior to the alien beasts. , but their mental strength has always been very unstable, and they are easy to lose control. Especially after a battle, once stimulated, many workers will go crazy."

No. 48 frowned slightly, "How should we deal with this situation?"

"The worm mothers of the tribe will provide spiritual comfort, but the number of worm mothers in a tribe is limited. If something happens to the worm mother, it will be difficult to deal with."

No. 46 shook his head and said, "A worm mother in the Shasha Tribe was attacked by a strange beast. Many soldiers couldn't accept comfort and didn't want to hurt others, so they started to harm themselves. It seems that even the king can't do anything about it."

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The author has something to say:

Hey, king!

In the early morning of 10.13, I added 500 words in this chapter. I have been too busy recently and the update is very unstable.

Woohoo There are really a lot of things going on recently. If I don’t update, I usually just can’t finish writing and then I’m so busy the next day.

Entering the copywriting thread!Will work hard to update!

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