"These alien monsters are getting more and more difficult to deal with, and now that I have come out once, I don't feel right if I haven't encountered assassins or raiders." A guerrilla fighter lamented.

"Yes, but fortunately, with the monitoring network, we have a fairly clear grasp of their movements, and we can prescribe the right medicine every time, and we can basically eat these alien races." Another guerrilla replied.

"Thanks to the monitoring network."

"There are also comrades stationed in the troops, without their analysis, we can't find out even if we look at those data."

"Yes to ......"

Ling An listened to the conversation of the warriors, and silently flipped over the corpse of the assassin.

The corpse of the Thorn Demon had many wounds on it, and some of the flesh buds remained the same as they had grown, and if the red crystals provided them with energy support, these granulations would quickly repair the Thorn's body.

But the thorn demon was no longer red crystals, and the flesh sprouts seemed to wither, and they shrugged limply near the wound, looking extremely uncomfortable.

Ling An rummaged carefully, he didn't find it disgusting, all the Glorious Army soldiers had gone through some unimaginable training during their training period, which made them have an extraordinary tolerance when facing something.

"Found it." Ling An's eyes lit up, and he picked up the slashing blade he had borrowed from Rowan and sliced through the thorn demon's tough skin and flesh.

Alien corpses are magical, and most aliens, whether they are Scarlet Demons or Raiders, will quickly decompose when they die, and it will take less than a day to disappear. This is also the reason why frontal battlefields do not need to be cleaned frequently.

This corruption appears to originate within their bodies, and it is said that the European Science and Technology Center is currently studying these phenomena in an attempt to explain the aliens from a biological point of view and find a better way to deal with them.

However, some parts of the alien race do not disappear as quickly as the corpse disappears, such as the first half of the forelimb of the Marauder's scythe, which can be preserved by some means.

These parts of the corpses of aliens that can be preserved can be used as materials for some items, or research supplies, and there are decorations made of alien body parts in the black market of the earth.

Thorn demons also have such parts, and that is their bone spurs.

Each Thorn Demon usually has a different bone spur on its body, this bone spur is harder, and it is estimated that it is difficult to regenerate, because the Thorn Demon will never easily launch this bone spur.

Before the Thorn Demon's body decomposed, it was impossible to see the difference between this bone spur and other bone spurs from the outside, and the only way to distinguish it was to dig up the flesh of the Thorn Demon, which was often connected to many nerves at the end of the bone spur.

Ling An was rummaging through this bone spur just now, this was the task given to him by Captain Matt, and these bone spurs could be exchanged for merit points.

Pulling out the bone spur neatly, Ling An looked around, and soon, Captain Matt's voice came from the communicator.

"All assembled, we retreat."

Although there is a monitoring network, you must always be careful outside, and after the mission is completed, it is natural to return to the outpost.

Handing the bone spur of the thorn demon to Matt in the armored car, Ling An sat down next to Rowan.

"How?" Ling An asked with concern.

Luo Wen had used the Void Punch during the battle before, but this time was not like the previous time, after the warm-up of the previous hundreds of punches, Ling An was worried that he would be a little unbearable.

"Don't worry, it won't have much impact. My body can't withstand such a huge amount of power at the moment, and the power will not be fully exerted, so I'll be fine after a while, but in the past two days, the use of my right arm will be affected a little. Rowan replied.

"That's good, it seems that it is not a last resort, it is better not to use the Empty Punch, in case you are not killed like today, and there is no one else around, you are in danger." Ling An admonished.

"Got it." Rowan nodded, and then clenched his fist again, "Even if my right arm can't be used, it won't affect me from killing aliens." Even if they die, they will bite off a piece of their flesh. ”

Ling An frowned.

"Alien races can be reborn, and if you bite a piece of meat, it will grow quickly, I mean you should also pay attention to your own safety, don't always be so aggressive."

"Got it."

The other fighters also boarded the impact car at this moment, and Ling An stopped talking, he had some new insights from the previous battle.

Closing his eyes, Zhou Tianjue worked, and Ling An silently waited to return to the outpost.

Following the chosen route, several armored vehicles quickly returned to the post.

Feeling the armored vehicle stop, Ling An opened his eyes.

"Everyone get out of the car, we are at the outpost." Matt said.

Ling An got out of the armored car, and at this time it was close to dusk on Mars, and the temperature began to drop.

The night on Mars was much colder than on Earth, and even though there was constant energy gushing out of his body and the protection of his battle armor, Ling An still felt a little cold.

"Comrades have worked hard, come to the outpost." A soldier stationed in the garrison greeted everyone with a smile.

A bonfire was built in the outpost, and all but the warriors patrolled the perimeter.

"Everyone rest assured, if there is no emergency, your team will not go out tonight." The garrison said with a smile.

Before the establishment of the outpost, the various guerrilla squads did not have a fixed camp in the rear battlefield, and the vision at night was not good, and they usually did not take the initiative to look for aliens, of course, if they encountered wandering aliens, it was inevitable that a battle would be a battle.

But after the establishment of the outpost, it is not possible to stop and go as before, the night surveillance network can still operate, once the alien advance is detected, it must be sniped on the perimeter, try not to let them find the location of the outpost.

Night missions are actually not too dangerous compared to daytime, and with night vision devices on, the location of the aliens is even clearer than during the day, even the high-speed bone spur sprays of raiders and thorns have become more difficult to deal with.

Ling An's 0806701 team also encountered several night missions, but fortunately, they all came back without danger.

"Hey, Captain Matt, bring your men and sit down."

The captain of a guerrilla squad sat by the campfire and greeted with a smile when he saw the 0806701 squad coming.

Matt didn't say anything, still expressionless, found a place to sit down, and began to practice Zhou Tianjue.

"Tsk, what a cultivator." One of the captains laughed.

"By the way, Matt, you should have been promoted to B rank a long time ago, right? What, not sure? The other captain laughed.

"No matter how sure Matt is, he is stronger than you, the last time I went to slaughter a metamorphosis assassin, you almost died there, if it was Matt, even if there was another one, it would still be slaughtered." The captain who spoke before laughed and scolded.

Matt sat there, expressionless, his eyes closed as if he couldn't hear.

The dozen or so team members sitting around the campfire were embarrassed.

Only the same captain can make fun of each other like this. Let them come, even if these captains don't care, they feel awkward in their hearts.

Except, Sun Lei.

"Alas, captains, when do you think our rear battlefield is a head. In this way, aren't we just garrisoning troops? Sun Lei sat cross-legged, with one hand on his lap supporting his head.

"There's no way around it." One of the captains sighed.

"Since the above decided to make such a big move in the rear battlefield, in addition to the fact that the alien race has been a little rampant recently, it should be because they have some big plans, maybe it is to break the deadlock on the front line." A captain with a mushroom head rubbed his chin with two fingers.

"Mu Sen, come on, break the deadlock, it's good to be able to keep the alien race a hundred miles away from the fortress now, if the red mist spreads, nothing will be good. It's better to be like Matt, fight for a few more years, and retire back to Earth with peace of mind. The other captain laughed.

"I don't have big ambitions." Mu Sen shook his head.

"Yes, yes, I don't have big ambitions, you have, then why did you become the leader of the guerrilla squad and not join the Fifth Legion?" The captain who was said to be unambitious was not annoyed, his name was Pence, he was the captain of the 0709514 squad, and this year was his seventh year of service.

Hearing the Fifth Legion, Mu Sen was speechless, and it seemed that he really couldn't refute Pence's words.

Ling An listened to their conversation and remained silent.

The Fifth Legion is a prestigious but mysterious force.

In the Glorious Army, the main forces of the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 4th Army Corps each held four theaters of operations, and the Sixth Army Corps was the logistics force. In each regiment, the garrison units were in normal formation, and the guerrilla units existed in the form of brigades.

But the Fifth Legion was different, they were self-contained, and their numbers were actually far inferior to the rest of the legions.

The Fifth Legion is all elite.

They would select strong fighters from the partisan units of each legion and absorb them into the Fifth Legion.

As for why they are rarely seen in ordinary times, it is because the battlefield of the Fifth Legion is in the Red Mist Zone.

That was the rear of the enemy.

Ling An didn't know much about other things, and he didn't plan to join the Fifth Legion himself.

Such a dangerous thing, a fool goes.

At this moment when Ling An was distracted, the soldiers of the Sixth Legion came with a box of things in their arms and a smile.

"Comrades, after working hard for so long, let's relax a little today."

"Hao, what are these?" One of the guerrillas asked, looking curiously at the box.

"It's just some canned meat, and low-strength ale, this big night, drink some warm up, and treat it."

As soon as they heard that there was wine and meat, the eyes of a group of warriors suddenly lit up. The same is true for Ling An.

On Mars, there is no shortage of combat materials, and the shortage of enjoyment materials is the same as in the famine years!

Although the engine absorbs G matter and converts it into energy, plus some simple compressed food, it can fully ensure the daily energy needs, but the body is satisfied, and the stomach does not!

However, Ling An has some scruples, although it is the first ale with the first alcohol content, it is not in the task now, but, is it okay?

The group looked back, and a middle-aged man in the RV who was staring at the screen saw their gaze, the corners of his mouth turned slightly, but his face was serious. This was the supreme commander of the outpost, a second lieutenant stationed in the troops.

"What to see, to eat or not?"

As soon as they heard this, everyone looked at each other and began to fight.