I Am the Swarm

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If you are bitten by some highly poisonous creature, you only need to gouge out the flesh and blood, or simply cut off a limb, as the commander did, to cut off the way the poison continues to spread.

But the wounded soldier wasn't bitten by anything, and it wasn't just a single wound. Judging from the richness of the white mist in the hall, he was equivalent to soaking in a poisonous pool.

So, when the injured soldier's left forearm was cut off by the commander, the medics rushed forward to bandage him.

As soon as I saw the part that was cut off, it had already begun to corrode. The blood and water gushing out from the fracture, scouring the terrifying scene of rotting flesh with white bubbles, made the conscripts who were used to seeing life and death couldn't bear it.

More importantly, he didn't know how to deal with such a wound at all. As long as he couldn't isolate it from the white mist, then no matter what he did, it would be futile.

But in the current situation, trying to isolate the white fog is tantamount to wishful thinking.

The medic turned his head and shook his head at the commander, who also realized this at this time. He made a gesture of forgiveness unique to the Mutts, and then drew a short spear from behind his waist.

"Bang!" The injured soldier stopped struggling. The commander took a few steps forward and leaned over to check, trying to find out what he was attacked by.

After a while, the commander stood up, but his feet were weak, he fell back a few steps, and finally sat on the ground. He didn't stand up again, just sat there, dazed and speechless.

"Hey!" For a long time, he sighed.

The thing he was most worried about still happened. Although the protective suit was highly resistant to poison, it was not immune to toxins. After a long period of corrosion, the defense of the protective clothing was continuously breached and eventually damaged.

But the initial damage should be small, and only a small amount of toxin penetrated into the protective suit. That's why the soldier reported a pain in his arm.

But as more and more toxins invaded, the pain intensified, and the soldiers couldn't help scratching with their hands. However, there have been damaged protective clothing, which can't stand this kind of tearing at all. So it was torn apart directly, which completely ruined the soldier's hope of being treated.

The reason is not complicated. The commander should have thought of it when the soldier could tear the protective suit apart. After all, although this protective suit is not as defensive as the space version of the battle suit, it is definitely not torn apart by the brute force of a Moto.

But these are all over, and those who remain will face tough choices.

Everyone's protective clothing is an assembly line product, and the parameters are basically the same. Now that someone's protective clothing has been breached, it will be a matter of time for the rest.

In this room full of poisonous mist, the damage of the protective suit means death.

Some Moto soldiers touched the grenade, and although they had made a decision before, they did not expect to use it so quickly. But when it comes to facing death, hesitation is inevitable.

But at this moment, there was a loud "bang", and the entire fortification seemed to shake, followed by several hits, and then a gnawing sound of the wall being scraped off.

The Nydus Worm digs out the army passage, turns a corner, and then returns to the battlefield. A fortification that was useless for raiders, was just a slightly tougher piece of food when faced with Nydus Worms.

"Everyone, it's an honor to work with you!" The commander, sitting on the ground stunned, was awakened by the shock. He stood up silently and gave a military salute to the soldiers. Then he walked to a position away from the crowd, hesitated for a moment, and then pulled a grenade.

In the almost airtight environment, the sound of the grenade continued to reverberate. The soldiers could understand the commander's thoughts and choices, but not everyone could put them into action.

They couldn't evaluate whether this behavior was brave or cowardly, but the commander's behavior still gave many people guidance.

"what!……"

"boom!"

"..."

One after another, shouts and explosions sounded...

Finally, the wall of the fortification was dug up by Nydus worms, and traces of white smoke seeped from the damage. The raiders, who had long been hungry and thirsty, swarmed in under the white mist.

But in the fortification, less than half of the Moto soldiers were still alive. There were traces of explosions, splashing blood, broken limbs and flesh mud. The tragic scene must be squared by the mosaic.

Among the remaining Moto soldiers, a small number perished with some raiders holding explosives, while others were drowned by the insect swarm during the resistance.

At this time, on the distant horizon, the stars gradually rose, illuminating half of the sky.

Space Force, when the coalition commander first received the news of the call for help, he didn't care much. Unexpectedly, the messages for help became more and more urgent one after another. When he finally realized the seriousness of the problem and began to convene staff to discuss countermeasures, he received the news that the life star had almost fallen.

At this time, only one day and night had passed since he received the first message for help.

The Moto Fleet, who had heard the news, suddenly had a fluctuating military heart. The fleet commander ordered the recall of the fighter unit before the commander of the coalition forces issued an order.

After many days of fierce fighting, the fighters of the coalition have suffered heavy losses. As the most technologically backward Moto fighters, the loss is naturally a miserable word on top of the miserable word.

But as the hosts, they have a huge army base, and even if their fighters are miserable, there are still tens of millions left at this time.

Many fighters forcibly left the battlefield regardless of the loss, causing their teammates to curse and complain to the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces. The Coalition Commander encountered the same dilemma that his fellow Coalition Commander Defeke had faced.

In the end, he made a compromise and acquiesced to the actions of the commander of the Moto Fleet. After all, at this time, it was a trivial matter for the Moto Fleet to pick up the canon, and it was not impossible to turn against the water on the spot.

The commander of the Moto fleet seemed to have long expected that his actions would not be punished. Under his orders, many fighter planes returned to the warships like swallows returning to their nests.

After a round of energy and ammunition supply, they were transported back to the Star of Life by a fleet of 3,000 warships~www.readwn.com~ Sir, the command asked us, the Star of Life is in the battle of the fighters Within the radius, why send warships to send them back. ' reported the Adjutant.

"Tell them that this will allow the fighters to continue fighting longer. Before we are wiped out, we must ensure the safety of the life star!"

"Yes, sir."

The commander of the Moto Fleet looked at the distant battleship formation, showing serious mixed feelings.

Three thousand battleships are optional on the main battlefield, but it is also the limit that he can mobilize privately without jumping the nerves of the headquarters too much.

In addition to having the battleship **** the fighter jets back for support, he also ordered as many tribes as possible to be transferred to the battleship. After that, he will find various reasons to delay and prevent the formation from returning to the battlefield. Once the main battlefield is defeated, the formation will retreat directly.

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