too late, organism

It's just that the Great Khan's order is absolute. As a wise man, Chief Liepaw can live to this day. At least [-]% of his achievements are due to the ancestral skills of the Liepaw tribe.

Chief Claw knew that he didn't have much time left, and in at most three weeks, the main force of the expedition led by the Great Khan would arrive here.

By that time, I hadn't prepared enough supplies for the expeditionary force, including fresh food and clean water, high-concentration isotopes to supplement the battleship's reactor, various technical products for maintaining the ship, and slaves for venting, so not only did I It will be thrown into the reactor of the Great Khan's ship, and the Claw Tribe will also be split by the Great Khan and given to other chiefs as prizes.

After biting his own tail and calming down from the anxiety that was approaching the death line, the chief of the fierce claw connected the communication of the right Wanqi general who was in charge of commanding the ground combat of the fierce claw tribe.

"Within two weeks, at least [-]% of the industrial areas and shelters must be captured, and at least one billion slaves must be gathered for the Khan's army!"

Chief Claw looked at the monitor with flickering snowflakes, who seemed to be standing on the turret of a heavy tank.

"It can't be done! The casualties are too great! Now six hundred cavalry teams have been wiped out, and more than twenty hundred cavalry teams have to retreat to rest. These mud beasts are as stubborn as mites in their ears. I must at least It takes two months and more warriors to take over this planet!"

Along with the voice of You Wanqi Jiang from the communication station, there were continuous explosions and the screeching sound of the shuttle flying through the atmosphere.

"I don't want a casualty list! I just want [-]% of the industrial area and a billion slaves!"

Chief Claw slammed his fist on the communication platform.

"I'll transfer the rest of the marauding cavalry and all the undead troops to you! Three weeks! If you can't take these in three weeks, there will be no more Claw Clans! Even our ancestors won't let us souls into their killing arks! Our children and grandchildren will also spurn our names! Do you understand!"

On the monitor, the expression of the right Wanqi general was different at first, and then gradually changed to the fury of breaking the tank.

"I swear in the name of my ancestors, with the help of the Undead Army, within three weeks, I will definitely occupy [-]% of the industrial areas on this planet, and capture one billion slaves. If I win, I will die!"

"Win or die!"

Closed the communication with the Youwan Cavalry General, and asked all the Arks of the Razor Claw tribe to send all the remaining raiding cavalry to attack on the public channel of the fleet, and launched the ceremony to awaken all the undead army, and all the awakened undead The army was also dispatched to the surface together, after obeying the dispatch of General You Wanqi.

Chief Claw went back to his room, locked the door, and sat on his bed alone covering his face.

Although he appeared very decisive and tough when facing You Wanqi, so You Wanqi chose to obey him, a cunning and cruel chief, and continued to launch the offensive.

It’s just that he himself knows that he is not sure about this. If he could, he would have ordered the looting cavalry to take away all the things that could be taken away, and then evacuated here before the arrival of these tentacle muddy fleets, and returned to his own place. Enjoy the fruits of this successful raid in the warmth and comfort of your home port.

Instead of throwing those, the elders of the Claw tribe, the most outstanding warriors and riders of the tribes in all ages, the narrators of the tribe's history, and the last and strongest armed force of the tribe - the undead army - into the damn battlefield.

These undead troops who have undergone semi-mechanical transformation are all the Claw tribe. Only after the best warriors of all ages have been seriously injured on the battlefield can they be qualified to undergo transformation to obtain this immortal and powerful mechanical body and become a member of the undead army.

Just because this ancient technology has lost many details, these undead soldiers will always feel the pain from the mechanical body, and they spend most of their time sleeping in their dormant cabin called the black coffin waiting to be awakened.

After becoming the undead army, they not only have to be the last cards of the tribe on the battlefield, they are also living monuments and eternal mentors of the tribe outside the battlefield.

Once there is a major change in the tribe, such as the chief is killed and the whole family loses the heir, or the tribe is cornered by the enemy, it is necessary to decide whether the whole family of the tribe will fight for survival in waves or be soft. When the ground starts to kneel and lick, they will wake up these sleeping elders, and let these elders use their wisdom to decide the future of the tribe.

Putting these elders into the battlefield in desperation, once they fail, the Razorclaw tribe will not only lose a group of powerful warriors and wise elders, but also lose almost all of their history.

Chief Claw Claw covered his face and let out a silent cry.

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Finally got out

Episode 98 Episode 93

While Chief Talon was crying silently in his room, more people on the distant V had already shed their tears.

"Hold your ground! Vault 227 is behind us!"

"Reserve! Come with me! Get those furry things out!"

"Bombardment! Cover!"

On the noisy battlefield, Gabeng One-eyed was holding his rifle, while using his mouthparts to slowly grind the rock-hard military biscuit in his mouth, while looking through the sniper scope for prey worthy of pulling the trigger .

Unlike most of the soldiers in this line of defense who were temporarily recruited to the battlefield, Garbong One-Eyed is a veteran sniper. As early as the time of the Zinol United Group, he was a dead-headed mercenary with a high salary. All living beings are equal within the line of sight, as long as it is within the curvature of the planet, it is within the scope of his sniping.

Because of his superb shooting skills, his name even spread to the ears of the last chairman of Deadhead Security Company, Baji Deadhead, as a black area resident who climbed from a low-level mercenary to a senior sniper instructor and weapon expert.

When the Restoration Army attacked the headquarters of the Death Skull Group, Gabang One-Eyed, who was ordered to snipe at the Restoration Army officer, spread out his tentacles and surrendered to the nearest Restoration Army unit without firing a single shot.

He didn't exchange fire with the National Restoration Army, and he didn't commit any crimes during his service. Gabung One-eyed escaped trial, and he wasn't hung up by the National Restoration Army along with his colleagues.

Because of his superb sniper skills and clean background, the National Restoration Army once wanted him to join the army to train snipers for the National Restoration Army after it was reorganized into the Republic Army. , and rejected the invitation of the high-level Republican Army.

Therefore, after the planned economic system was introduced in the Republic of Zinor, this former senior sniper instructor and weapons expert was assigned to Yuanfang V and became a quality inspection engineer of the Torch Machinery Factory.

Relying on his excellent eyesight, Gabang Cyclops was awarded the title of Model Worker of the Torch Machinery Factory for three consecutive years. His name was even published in the local newspaper of Yuanfang V, and he was called a hero of the new era.

Those who recognize him on the road will greet him warmly, instead of the fear that cannot be hidden in their smiles like they did during the United Group period.

But all this came to an abrupt end two weeks ago. The invasion of those long-haired aliens forced the former deadhead mercenary, who was going to spend the rest of his life safely, to take up arms again.

"quack……"

With the sound of teeth grinding military biscuits, Gabong One-Eyed pulled the trigger.

An intruder who had just poked his head out from behind the burning armored vehicle seemed to be preparing to lead a charge. There was a red mark on the shoulder of the military uniform, and the intruder, who was probably an officer, fell to the ground.

"131..."

Gabeng took a breath, and after recording this number in his mind, he continued to look for targets worthy of his trigger, completely ignoring that his shot killed a charge of the Evanson barbarian in its cradle, and the Cannonballs exploded not far away.

The position he was in had been left alone since this morning. The leader of the second quality team in charge of this position was blown to ashes by a shell during the battle the day before yesterday afternoon, leaving no wreckage. Down.

The guy who took over his command seemed to be the engineer of the third group, and he swallowed his last breath at noon yesterday. The one who persisted the longest among the others was also caused by the wounds caused by the chainswords used by the intruders. , took his last breath in the rising sun this morning.

The two operations to support this position ended in failure. The bodies of those brave boys are still lying next to the burnt levitation train not far from here, leaving only a blackened skeleton, as if in spring. The red vine flowers are generally scattered all over the place.

Even though Gabong One-eyed was lying in the position, and the nearby position was so close that he could even hear the roar of the commander there, Gabong One-eyed still rejected the front-line commander's plan to send the third batch of support here .

During the three days of fighting, all the fortifications on this position have been reduced to fragments in the artillery fire. Now covering this position is only a mixture of soil, metal fragments and burnt protein, and a Only the upper body of the crippled sniper remained.

It's enough to have yourself here, the game of whack-a-mole has just begun.

Ga Beng pulled the trigger again, and on the roof of the opposite factory building, a furry alien fell down from the roof together with his slender rifle.

"132..."

Swallowing the compressed biscuit in his mouth, Ga Beng began to look for the next target. There were not many bullets left, so he had to pick some valuable targets.

Suddenly, there was the roar of engines from the factory building occupied by aliens on the opposite side, and a tank with white canine skulls painted on the front armor plate drove out from the shadow of the factory building.

With the roar of the main gun, there was a violent explosion sound from the position next to Gabeng, and countless stumps and strange-shaped fragments were thrown into the sky together with the soil, and then fell on the surrounding land like raindrops.

"Boom!" All over, a half-burnt head landed not far in front of Ga Beng, and Ga Beng knew the owner of that head.

It used to be a beautiful girl with slender tentacles and a soft figure, and her indigo complexion fascinated all the boys in the Torch Machinery Factory.

Now the slender tentacles have long been broken off, revealing the broken mouthparts, and the indigo skin is also scorched black, only the eye sockets left by the melted eyeballs are empty looking at the sky.

The tank continued to advance amidst the roar of the engine, and the bullets fired by the boys on the sidelines slid away like raindrops falling on the leaves.

When the tank was advancing unstoppably like an icebreaker sailing in the sea, a figure holding a black cylinder suddenly jumped out from the ruins beside the tank, like the tank rushed past.

Under the frenzied shooting of the boys in the nearby position, the alien infantry accompanying the tank shrank behind the tank, unable to stop the rapidly approaching figure for a while.

Through the sniper scope, Ga Beng recognized the figure jumping out from the ruins. It was one of the college students who came to the Torch Machinery Processing Factory for an internship at V Industrial Technology University in the distance.

Having performed well during the internship period, he has already had several departments ready to accept this newcomer, and even offered to provide a room, a car, and a wife.

It's just that in the previous battle, his position had lost contact in a shelling the night before, and no one knew how he survived until now.

Ga Beng watched as the figure rushed to the tank, then got under the tank, and then a violent flame burst out from under the tank, even the tank seemed to be supported by the flame, and then it seemed like that The unstoppable tank stopped in place and never moved again.

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Liver scrapped, farewell, drowsiness

Chapter 99: Still Persevering

Although the defenders of the Republic resisted desperately, every inch of land occupied by the Evanson barbarian invaders was infiltrated with the blood of both sides.

But not every shelter is like the 22X shelter group, which is an underground hive city built since the First Republic era, with complete industrial backup and enough space to accommodate hundreds of millions of residents living in it. There is even an outdated but adequate underground transportation system between the offices.

It allows refuges to deploy troops flexibly and communicate with each other.

More are the shelters established by the shelter technology during the United Group period. The original intention of these shelters was to satisfy some people's fantasies about the end of the world.

This kind of shelter was only intended to accommodate 100 people at the beginning of the design. Although it was expanded after the Second Republic came to power, the budget was not sufficient, so these shelters could not accommodate too many residents, even if the original 100 The standard of people is set according to the living standard of the upper level of the United Group, and more residents can be accommodated after the living standard is lowered.

It also cannot change the fate of these small shelters being breached one by one by the Evanson barbarians due to the exhaustion of soldiers.

Especially after the Evansen barbarians invested in the undead army, these warriors who escaped from the hands of death spread endless death to the land of V in the distance.

The only ones who could prevent these soldiers wrapped in black polymer carapaces from walking and dying were the Avengers who also escaped from the hands of death, but most of those Avengers evacuated in order to cover the evacuation of the people and for the first two weeks of the invasion. The rear fought for time to form troops and died on the battlefield.

Although there are not enough Avengers, the Republic Army has solved this problem with numerical superiority and fearless courage. Even if one undead army can kill an entire infantry company of the Republic Army with the help of auxiliary soldiers, there will soon be another An infantry company with explosives on its body, ready to retake lost positions.

Under the strong attack of the right cavalry at all costs, more than [-]% of the industrial areas on the distant V fell, and at least [-] million people were reduced to slaves in the concentration camps of the Evansen barbarians.

The Razorclaw Tribe also suffered unprecedented losses. The Undead Army alone lost more than half of its members, which meant that the Razorclaw Tribe also lost half of their history.

At this point in the battle, the Fiery Claw Tribe is attacking with its last breath. Not only did they lose a large number of troops in the attack, but the guarding of the concentration camps also involved a lot of ground troops from the Cleft Claw Tribe.

Not to mention those guerrillas who were dispersed and then reorganized by officers or Avengers behind the front of the Cracked Claw Tribe, which made the right cavalry general very traumatized.

When it comes to harassment in the enemy's rear, the Republic Army, which played hide-and-seek with the United Group for a long time during the Restoration Army period, is a professional.

Whether it is IED or cold-shot killing officers, or ambush patrol squads and transport teams, or even raids on small concentration camps and prisoner-of-war camps, these temporarily organized teams have forced the Split Claw Tribe to withdraw some mobile troops from the front line to form a sweeping squad in order to Can reduce the wave of bad behavior of guerrillas.

The Zinor Republic, which had just entered the wartime system and began to fully mobilize, was like a giant who had been beaten with a sap, and gradually began to recover at this moment.

Although the Zinor Republic was defeated at the beginning of the war and lost half of its industrial areas, they were unable to make up for the gap in technical weapons, but after the mobilization began, almost all young people of school age were willing to enlist in the army, and the remaining industrial areas could also Guaranteed to arm these young men at least to light infantry standards.

After having hundreds of millions of recruits who are inexperienced but not lacking in enthusiasm and belief at all, the planetary defense commander of Yuanfang V even has the ability to launch several battles by himself, and suppress those long-haired invasions who are attacking with their last breath. Or the feeling of expulsion, if there were no alien warships in orbit.

Those alien battleships entrenched in orbit completely dispelled the idea of ​​launching a large-scale attack by the planetary defense commander of Distant V.

Letting heavy swarms assemble, deploy, and advance against a devastating orbital bombardment isn't exercising the initiative of commanders and combat troops, it's murder.

When the war has progressed to this extent, it's like knowing that the Razorclaw tribe is only holding on to launch an attack. From the actions of the Splitclaw tribe, the Planetary Defense Commander of Distant V also knows the intention of these invaders to occupy industrial areas and plunder the population.

If it was just to occupy this planet, according to their initial air-ground integration offensive, the heavy army clusters they deployed in those industrial areas to delay time would have already become a string of casualties.

Now Yuanfang V's planetary defense commander just wants to know what the higher-ups think about this war. If it is necessary for Yuanfang V to delay time for the rear, then he has to give up a few salient parts that have been consuming a lot of human life and send troops to Retreat to a more defensive position to buy time.

If a counterattack will be launched in the near future, then he will let the troops pull out a few more protrusions on the front at any cost, so that when the counterattack comes, they will use several large-scale pincer offensives to completely annihilate the effective forces of these long-haired aliens.

But the connection with the rear was cut off after the arrival of these long-haired alien fleets. Now they can only use the temporarily modified high-power signal sending vehicle to send messages from time to time, and send messages to the Republic in a one-way communication method. And this method only has time to transmit a very brief message, so the transmission must be terminated immediately and retreat to a safe place.

Otherwise, the alien warships in orbit will use devastating orbital bombing to turn the area where information is being transmitted across galaxies into a barren wasteland.

Therefore, the message sent by V far away changed from "The colony is under attack, requesting support." to "The colony is still holding on, requesting support."

When the locking speed of those alien warships in orbit accelerated and a signal transmission vehicle was destroyed, the message sent by Yuanfang V was simplified to "Still holding on, requesting support." Finally, it became a daily routine of "Still holding on." .”

However, the fleet of the Republic of Zinor is still missing. The commander of the defense of the distant planet V, who has not received any response for a few weeks, even took the risk of taking off hundreds of high-speed shuttles, trying to leave this galaxy to convey to the Republic everything that happened here. Report to the Republic.

But when the only surviving shuttle escaped from the galaxy, Faraway V did not receive any news from the Republic.

Until one day, the backup galaxy center under the ground of Faraway V received a broadcast from the galaxy "Announcement of alien forces invading Faraway V..."

Chapter 100 95 Sound the Drum of War

"Announcement to the alien forces invading the distant V. This is the combined fleet of the Holy Roman Empire and the Republic of Zenor. You have 15 minutes to shut down the engines, reduce the power of the reactor, and let the ground troops drop their weapons and surrender to our army. This is the combined fleet. The ultimatum issued to you by the Commander Holy Roman Empire War Commander Odd Maling on behalf of the governments of the two countries is not to be said, but not to be predicted."

When the first warship with a golden double-headed eagle on its prow jumped into a distant galaxy, the chief of the Talon tribe knew that if the great Great Khan didn't get here in time, nothing would happen from now on. Claw tribe.

Although the fear caused his hair to blow up, and it looked like an orange fur ball, but the fear did not dominate his spirit and made him make a choice other than fighting to the end.

"Wake up the left cavalry! Dispatch all the galaxy cavalry! The killing ark leaves the planet orbit and regroups! Sound the drum of war! Die for glory!"

"Win or die!"

In the Evanson barbarian spaceship whose engine started to accelerate away from the distant V orbit, countless Evanson barbarian pilots holding helmets and wearing anti-G suits were rushing from their rooms to the Ganaku where their squadron was located, preparing to board the plane fight.

And on the flagship of the Claw Tribe, a giant computer named the Left Rider is being awakened. In order to speed up the awakening of the Left Rider, those mechanical shamans who were chanting the awakening prayer even cut several Apprentice's chest, put their heart on the computer console to sacrifice to the left knight.

On the bridge, an old shaman whose hair was as white as salt took out a pair of drumsticks made of leg bones from the reliquary box, and walked to an old but well-maintained drum .

This drum, made of metal and decorated with primate skulls, symbolizes the pride and shame of the Split Claw tribe. In a well-planned raid, the Cleft Claw tribe only narrowly missed the Hell's Gate Fortress. But the one-eyed tribe who helped fight the battle made the raid come to naught.