"What's wrong with setting up a sentry?" Ling An was puzzled.

Silas glanced at him and explained:

"In the past, the above also tried to build a post in a large area, but practice has proved that the establishment of the post will cause a strong counterattack from the aliens, and there were even big demons and demon lords at that time, and even caused interference with the normal order in the rear, so the establishment of the post was shelved."

Luo Wen nodded as if he didn't understand, and Ling An quickly thought about the reason.

According to what Captain Matt said, the rear battlefield is actually a tacit agreement reached between the alien race and the glorious army, one side is for training, the other side is to cut off the elite human beings as much as possible, and the high combat power of both sides is not easy to attack, so such a tacit agreement was reached.

The establishment of the post would break this tacit understanding, and it would give the Honorary side a complete advantage in the rear battlefield.

After all, once a large number of outposts are established, the blind spot caused by the interference of electronic communications will become completely under the watchful eye of the Glorious Army, which is very disadvantageous for those aliens.

Humans can grasp their movements, choose the right opponent to sharpen, and try to reduce the mortality rate, which is not what the alien race wants.

Why, then, is it necessary to re-establish the outpost now?

"Silas was right, things in the past did call into question the establishment of the outpost, but this time it was different." Matt said solemnly:

"Do you know how many people the Seventh Brigade has lost this month?"

"How much?" Sun Lei asked.

"More than 1,800 people, almost equivalent to two squadrons." Matt said.

"What?! So much! The crowd exclaimed.

Ling An was also shocked, although this more than 1,000 people was nothing to the Second Legion with hundreds of thousands of soldiers, but this was the rear battlefield!

This is their human territory, but so many warriors have been killed by aliens!

A brigade has a hundred squadrons, and each squadron has a hundred squads, which adds up to about a thousand people in a squadron.

This is a person who directly defeated a squadron!

This is just the situation of the Seventh Brigade, the Seventh Brigade is only guarding a part of the battlefield behind the White Tiger Fortress, so how much should the entire rear battlefield lose?

No wonder the top couldn't sit still.

"How can there be such a big loss, it shouldn't be, it's impossible to let too strong aliens enter the front line, and it's impossible to let too many aliens gather." Sun Lei frowned.

"Maybe the aliens came through some secret passages, after all, the defense line is so long, there are always fish that slip through the net, and the problem now is that these people's recorders are either destroyed or disappear along with the corpses." Matt said in a deep voice.

"The recorder was destroyed? Do those Scarlet Demons have this awareness? Zhao Bin was surprised.

The recorder was something that every Honorary guerrilla had to wear, hidden in their armor near their chest, and would record everything they saw.

If the corpses of comrades-in-arms are found in the field, they only need to bring back their recorders and Tianxun personal terminals, and the corpses can be incinerated on the spot.

Why do you need to return the horse leather shroud, which is the truest portrayal of this group of people.

Very few Crimson Demons would choose to destroy the Recorder, but the core of the Recorder is protected and difficult to damage, perhaps the Marauder's power can do it, but these monsters will be invisible, and there is no need for that.

"Well, in addition, according to some information, there may be a demon appearing on the rear battlefield."

Demon!

The crowd fell silent.

"Captain Matt, you say, demons?" Ling An's face was solemn.

"Well, it's a demon, it's not clear if it's an ordinary demon, or a big demon. The possibility of the Demon Lord is not very likely, the alien races at that level are all concerned, and the Demon Venerable is even more impossible, and the S-level warriors are all staring closely. ”

"We here, except for Captain Matt, Vice Team Sun Lei, and Silas, no one should have fought against the demon." Yan Hong swallowed.

Captain Matt is the oldest, and it has been seven years since he joined the Honorable Army, and Sun Lei and Silas are in the same batch.

"Well, it was a front-line battlefield. We are responsible for dealing with demons that the garrison cannot handle. Matt didn't seem to want to say more, and his tone was understated.

But looking at Sun Lei and Silas' expressions, it was like remembering something extremely bad. Ling An knew that that time must have been tragic.

Because in addition to them, the other team members, including Yumi, have all joined the 0806706 team in the past three years, so there is no need to say where the original team members went.

"Anyway, let's prepare, don't train tomorrow, relax well, after the day after tomorrow, we may have to wander around the rear battlefield for a long time." After Captain Matt finished speaking, he looked at Silas and Yumi again:

"I've restrained myself in the past two days, you two should have relaxed recently. You two have to go to training tomorrow and stay fit. ”

Silas and Yumi didn't expect Captain Matt to tell them this, and they blushed again.

"Got it, Captain."

"Hmm." After Matt finished speaking, he looked at Ling An and Luo Wen's faces, and went back to his room.

"Everyone, keep your mind, relax, relax, and go to rest early." Sun Lei forcibly put on a smile and said to everyone.

"Senior Sun Lei, demon...... Is it really that scary? Rowan saw that everyone's mood was a little depressed, and couldn't help but ask.

"Ha, haha. Peace of mind, there is nothing to fear from demons. We've killed more than one demon before. I can kill two or three of them alone! Sun Lei suddenly said lightly.

"Just blow it." Silas gave him a helpless look.

was made by Sun Lei like this, and everyone's atmosphere eased a lot. Silas then explained:

"We must be formal about the strength of demons, but we don't need to worry too much, after all, we guerrillas will deal with them in the end."

"When encountering a demon, it is best to have a captain-level C-level warrior, plus at least three D-level fighters with a combat power of more than sixty to assist, in the absence of other alien races, you can try to deal with it, normally, an ordinary guerrilla team, it is also possible to kill a demon alone." Silas explained.

Captain level, that is, at least 400 combat power or more, there is the possibility of confronting demons head-on.

Ling An thought about it for a moment, and suddenly he wasn't so worried.

There are two C-level warriors in their team, and Captain Matt is the strongest in the C-rank, and his combat power should reach nine hundred and ninety-nine, I'm afraid that even if he encounters a demon, he can deal with it alone.

No matter what, demons can't appear in droves!

"Alright, let's go and rest." Sun Lei said with a smile.

Perhaps thinking of Captain Matt's terrifying combat power, everyone's expressions relaxed a little, and they each returned to their rooms.

After they left, Sun Lei's expression changed and he clenched his fists.

"Aya, if I meet that guy again, I'll avenge you."

……

The next day, Ling An didn't simply relax as Sun Lei and Captain Matt said, he had something to do.

However, it can be regarded as relaxing, and Ling An also made a special appointment with Luo Wen.

"Ling An, when are you going to order the weapon?" Rowan asked curiously.

"Before you're in bed, I'll order it." Ling An said.

After the idea of customizing weapons at the beginning, Ling An became more and more absolutely absolute that the slashing blade was not his ideal weapon.

Therefore, he went to the weapon customization office in the Hall of Merit, and spent a thousand merit points to order a good weapon.

"Speaking of which, Rowan, don't you want to customize a weapon?" Ling An asked.

"It's okay, I think the Chopper Blade is very easy to use, and I don't have the idea of changing weapons for the time being." Rowan shrugged.

After a short time, they had already arrived at the Hall of Merit, and there were many things here that Ling An and Luo Wen didn't dare to look at, it was too expensive!

Coming to the weapons station, Ling An looked at the lean Sixth Legion officer at the counter.

"Hello, comrade, I'm here to get my custom-made weapon." Ling An reported his serial number.

The serial number is bound to the personal terminal of Tianxun, which is one of the credentials of each Glorious Army soldier's identity.

"Comrade Ling An, your weapons have been ordered, please come with me to the inner hall. This comrade can also come in with him. The lean officer said politely.

"I'm in trouble."

Ling An and Luo Wen, under the leadership of the officer, passed through the counter and the weapons exhibition next to it, and walked into the inner hall.

In the middle of the inner hall is a large open space with some metal piles on it. On either side there are shelves for weapons, on which are visited many boxes, long and short, that extend deep into the inner nave.

"Please wait." The officer said, and then a muscular soldier of the Sixth Legion walked over, confirmed the serial number, and turned to leave, and soon he walked back with a long box in his arms, placing it on the floor.

"Comrade, this is a custom-made weapon." The officer said.

With a little excitement, under Luo Wen's curious gaze, Ling An slowly opened the box.

Inside was a short spear, not too long, about the height of a person.

The head of the spear was dark black, but the tip of the spear was flickering with a cold light, and Ling An lightly swiped his finger on it, and a trace of blood appeared.

"It's so sharp." Rowan exclaimed.

"The tip of this spear is made of a mixture of a variety of rare metals, which has a certain repulsive effect on the carapace and even energy of some alien races, and can effectively break the defense." The lean officer laughed.

Ling An picked up the gun and danced casually, the barrel of the gun was like a swimming dragon, making a burst of sound breaking through the air.

"The body of the gun is made of G-tungsten alloy mixed with other materials, and it is even harder than the armed armor of a C-class warrior, and it is not too heavy." The lean officer continued.

Ling An continued to swing, he faced the metal piles, did not activate the engine, but simply relied on the strength of his flesh, and stabbed straight out.

Burst.

With a soft sound, the tip of the gun pierced into the metal stake, and after pulling it out, it swept across, leaving a depression above the metal stake.

"Yes, good gun!" Ling An was satisfied.

This gun was built according to his requirements, Ling An did not choose a long spear, and the short spear he wielded was lighter and more flexible.

Press the button on the gun body, and at the guard where the gun head is connected to the gun handle, a blasting bullet is fired and explodes directly.

The smoke and dust cleared, and the metal pile was not damaged too much, but Ling An was already satisfied.

This was the inspiration he received from Corporal Morishita's explosive throwing axe. The results made him very satisfied.

"This gun, let's call it Flying Star." Ling An said.