Ling Zijie's figure flickered in the alleyway, and hurried towards the east of the city, he had been in a coma for about a night before, and now he didn't know what the situation of the Qinglong team was, and he was a little worried in his heart.

In the east of the city, several squads gathered in a small square after the battle, this was the first time they had participated in a battle of this scale, although they won with the help of Ling Zijie and Xiao Yunlong, but the losses were really not small.

The mechs of the four squads all lost, each squad lost about seven or eight units, and the Qinglong squad even Ling Zijie's captain's mecha was completely lost, and it was shattered into pieces.

The losses of the ground team members were even heavier, the original ground team of 70 people per team now has only more than 40 people left, and the Xuanwu team with the largest loss is only 38 ground team members, which is the heaviest loss among several teams.

Looking at the rows of corpses placed in front of them, their faces covered by white sheets, both the mecha pilots and the ground team members lowered their heads and were silent, they did not expect such heavy casualties, although they were not formed together for a long time, but the fight together made them brothers in life and death between each other.

Now their brother is lying on the cold ground, never to wake up again, never to drink beer with them and talk about beautiful women, can only turn into a handful of ashes in a sigh, floating on this hot land of China.

Call! Ling Zijie's figure suddenly appeared in front of everyone, and everyone raised their heads to look at him silently.

Looking at the rows of corpses on the ground, Ling Zijie was suddenly stunned, and in an instant, his chest seemed to be pressed against a boulder, and it was difficult to breathe, and a sad breath surged in his chest, making him close his eyes in pain.

He knew the cruelty of war, and he had seen countless corpses in his previous missions, but now he was lying here with his brothers! They are all brothers who share life and death with themselves!

Ling Zijie opened his eyes, trying to suppress his emotions, his gaze swept over the neatly arranged brothers, and looked at the position of the Blue Dragon Squad.

There, Li Dong and Mo Changsheng were looking at themselves, their eyes full of grief.

Li Dong's injuries were not light, one leg and one arm were bandaged, Mo Changsheng was slightly better, but his head was injured, he was wrapped in a circle of gauze, and there was a little blood oozing out of his forehead.

Ling Zijie took a step and walked over slowly, each step falling very heavily, as if he was in the mood at the moment.

When he came to stand in front of Li Dong, he asked in a low voice, "How many?" ”。

Li Dong and Mo Changsheng heard Ling Zijie's question, glanced at each other, and finally Li Dong limped forward, looked at the corpse placed in front of him and said, "There are twenty-eight members of the ground team, and two members of the mecha team, including ...... and Huoda." ”

Huh, Ling Zijie's eyes widened violently when he heard this number, especially when he heard Huoda's name, a fierce light suddenly burst out in his eyes.

"Hoda ......." He turned his head to look at Li Dong, which made Li Dong tremble suddenly, his gaze just now was full of ferocity, as if he was about to burst out and hurt people in the next moment, which was even more terrifying than those monster eyes before.

"He ......, when we found him, he was still in the cockpit, but he was already ......" Li Dong's tone stammered a little, a cold sweat oozed from his forehead, Ling Zijie's gaze just now brought him a very terrifying feeling, making him stand upside down.

Ling Zijie didn't speak, his gaze gradually softened, and after he nodded to Li Dong, he turned around and looked at the corpse placed at the front of the Blue Dragon Squad in front of him, although it was covered with a white cloth, he could still be sure that it was Huoda.

After a few steps in front of the corpse, Ling Zijie reached out and slowly uncovered the white cloth covering Huoda's face.

Huo Da didn't have any scars on his face, and with An Ning's expression, he looked as if he was asleep, but Ling Zijie looked at this familiar face, and his heart felt as if it had been smashed by a giant hammer.

He still remembered the scene when he was supporting Hoda, when he had been injured by the humanoid savage spirit and the one-horned frog, and when he stood in front of him, he also reminded himself of the power of the frog and told him to be careful, but who would have thought that it would be his last words in this world!

Hoda, even to death, did not let out a cry for help! Until death, I think about the safety of others!

Ling Zijie gently put down the white cloth, slowly stood up and bowed to Huo Dasan, and Li Dong and Mo Changsheng behind him also followed his movements and bowed three times to the corpses of these brothers in front of him.

"Good all the way, my brother." Ling Zijie said in a deep voice.

"Good way, my brother!" The players behind him echoed in unison.

Suddenly, Ling Zijie raised his head and looked into the distance, the fierceness in his eyes was almost about to turn into substance.

"Alien, I, Ling Zijie, swear here, I will not share the !! with you." Ling Zijie let out a long roar.

At the same time, in a hidden valley on the Antarctic continent, someone is also furious.

With a thud, a Mocha warrior was kicked into the air, crashing into the wall of the ship, causing the ship's lights to flicker.

"A genetic warrior is missing? What the hell are you eating? The Mocha queen Akasha stepped forward with her extremely seductive body and stomped on the Mocha warrior's head, asking in a cold voice.

"Female ......, please calm your anger, the genetic warrior has just been formed, and the autonomous consciousness has not yet been formed, so ......," the Mocha warrior said as he was trampled under Akasha's feet, his body trembling.

The other Mocha warriors who had been acting together were all kneeling around Akasha, their bodies trembling slightly, the Queen's anger was terrifying, and they only hoped that it would not affect them, and they did not dare to plead for mercy.

"Find! I'm going to find it all over the continent too! The queen kicked the warrior, causing him to slide far away from the ground, slamming into the leg of a metal table on the other side.

Seeing that the soldiers around him were still kneeling on the ground and did not get up, Akasha raised her eyebrows: "What? Disobedience? ”

"No, no, no, the little ones don't dare, absolutely don't dare, it's just ......, it's just that we have comprehensively searched the area before we come back, and we haven't ......, and we haven't found the missing genetic warrior." A kneeling Mocha warrior replied in a low voice, his head hanging so low that he didn't dare to look at Akasha, who was now furious.

"Didn't find it?" Akasha frowned slightly.

I have to say that the women of the Mocha clan are extremely charming, and even the frowning expressions are so amorous that people think about it.

But the Mocha warriors kneeling around him didn't dare to think so, Akasha was notoriously perverse, and it was not up to a single person who was not happy to transform them all into genetic warriors.

"Yes, Queen." The warrior who had just spoken replied in a low voice again.

Akasha didn't say anything more, twisting her snake-like waist and walking to the seat on the high platform in front of her.

"So, it should have been the last time the natives did it?" Akasha turned and sat down in her chair and looked at the Mocha warriors who were still prostrate below.

"Very ......, very likely." The Mocha warriors turned around and continued to kneel in the direction of the high platform, not daring to get up.

Akasha propped one arm on the armrest of her seat, pinching her pointed chin in deep thought.

The last time the team members returned, they reported to her that they had encountered a group of natives when they were out searching for resources, and although they were all stronger than the natives they had encountered before, they were still no match for the Mocha warriors, and in that encounter, only one of the natives escaped, and the rest were all transformed into genetic warriors by them.

It stands to reason that those natives should be unaware of the movements on their side, but why would they capture a genetic warrior?

Akasha thought about this question, she didn't expect those natives to kill the gene warriors, you must know that although these modified gene warriors are not very powerful, they are immune to most physical attacks, and it is not easy to kill them, so the disappearance of the gene warrior is likely to be captured alive by those natives in some way.

In that case, the natives should be aware of something, but what's the use of them catching a genetic warrior? If they could find out the weakness of the genetic warriors, the Nolan Empire would not have been defeated so quickly.

"Looks like they should be aware of our existence, but they're just waiting." After a moment, Akasha muttered to herself, looking up at the Mocha warriors below.

"You, come here." She pointed to the fighter she had kicked out earlier.

Although the warrior was already wounded, he did not dare to slack off at the queen's order, tried to suppress the pain in his body, and knelt down and walked in front of the queen.

"Queen, what are your instructions?" The Mocha warrior asked cautiously, prostrate at Akasha's feet.

Akasha glanced at the Mocha warrior kneeling in front of her and raised her hand above his head.

Airplanes! With a slight tremble, Akasha's palm shone with a blood-red glow, and the next moment, the wounds on the warrior's body had been completely healed by her.

"Thank you, Queen." After Akasha withdrew his palm, the Mocha warrior hurriedly thanked him.

"You take a few people out to investigate, be careful, don't easily clash with those natives, and report back quickly if you find anything, understand?" Akasha lay back in her chair and said lightly.

"Little obedience!" The Mocha warrior looked surprised, bowed again, and then got up and walked out.

"It seems that these natives are in a hurry to find death." Looking at the back of the Mocha warrior who went out, a cold glint flashed in Akasha's eyes.