Liu Lang returned to the maintenance workshop in frustration, but he could not find Zhang Yang.

The top student of the medical university, this guy who prides himself on "becoming a romantic figure for the ages with one mistake", completely disappeared into the base, completely ignoring the 6 pest comrades who fought side by side with him!

Liu Lang was the saddest one, because the day before he swore that what he found out on this trip was of great significance, and he promised to take him back to the rear to live the life of a master.

Liu Lang is poor and afraid, and every soldier of the Dreadnought Regiment is a master who once fought hard for a bite to eat, so he is full of illusions about the future depicted by Zhang Yang.

Now disillusioned, the former comrade-in-arms has gone back to enjoy his own happiness, leaving him to fight for his life on this filthy and dilapidated front line. He raised his gun over his head and fired aimlessly into the sky.

The battle ahead had not yet begun, and the dense gunfire of these few seconds alarmed everyone.

After confirming that there were no mutant creatures flying in the sky, the nervous command headquarters confirmed Liu Lang's identity through monitoring almost immediately.

The head of the regiment forcibly cut into the video call in Nantes with a cold face: "Are you guilty of not enough?" Or is it a reminder not to forget you pests? Immediately take your people to the position, and then shoot indiscriminately! ”

Nantes was very aggrieved, and this time it was really aggrieved. Almost every time there is a big battle, their team is a model of paddling, and they can't wait for all the members to hide in the rear, what a comfortable dream, it was shattered by Liu Lang!

"Report to the regiment commander, the equipment is not yet being repaired, we are already making pre-war preparations, please rest assured, the 49 squad will definitely appear in time where we are most needed!"

"Fifteen minutes, in 15 minutes, I'm going to see you standing on the wall! Everyone! ”

"Report! Can't do it! ”

"Huh? Are you itchy and addicted? ”

"No, our team doctor is missing, I don't know where you are being held! Ask to be released to kill the enemy and apologize! ”

Nantes himself felt that this temptation was very level, but the regimental commander was most annoyed by this kind of twists and turns, and he choked back with a word: "It seems that the enemy has fled first!" He is worthy of being a good soldier of your squad, and he is all virtuous! Lao Tzu didn't have time to talk nonsense with you, so he immediately went to the second wall position, ready to apologize with death! ”

The regimental commander hung up, and his orders were unkind, but this was the best thing he could think of. For a group of beasts who are not very reassured and do not care much, the best way is to rush them into the pigsty.

Leaving Nantes with a depressed face: "Zhang Yang may really not be in the front line base." ”

The "manager" ran between the maintenance stations of the five alloy armors, so busy that he still cared about the matter here: "I think that guy is unreliable!" is so shrewd, from the moment he entered our team, he pulled Liu Lang into a small circle! ”

Silence, no one spoke, everyone pretended to be focused on the work in hand, smoked when they didn't live, and smoked desperately!

"Also, from time to time, I leave the front line with great contributions, and I have a virtue with Zhu Bajie, who is in Journey to the West!"

"Ha, I'm so smart, I'll call him Zhu Bajie in the future!"

"No more! If he can do something else without saying goodbye, it means that he has broken up with you cannon fodder, and he will never see him again! Nantes, who knew a little more about the inside story than the others, threw most of the newly lit cigarette on the ground and crushed it several times with the ball of her foot.

The "manager" who was speaking cool words saw Nantes Tieqing's face for the first time, and wisely silenced it.

Lao Ma coughed: "Okay, okay, everyone has their own ambitions and can't be forced, let's not talk about him first!" Now let's talk about ourselves, what do we do next? The regimental commander told us to go to the front. ”

"Don't go!" Nantes's temper came up, his mind was buzzing, he couldn't tell why he particularly resisted going to the front line, maybe he was afraid of seeing Sister Hua's prophecy come true, or he might just lose his temper, after all, he was only 22 years old, which was the most arrogant age of the world.

Lao Ma looked at the "second master", waiting for this woman to teach a lesson to the boy who didn't know the height of the sky, but the "second master" bowed his head and agreed.

"I'm definitely not going, have you seen a few snipers running to the front line to fight hand-to-hand combat? My position is here! She pointed to the roof of the maintenance workshop, which was not the tallest building in the Dashun Port base, but it was in the middle of the base, with a good view in all directions, especially overlooking the entire frontline position.

The old horse turned his gaze to the others again, and the "manager" continued to run around, pretending to be too busy to hear anything.

Liu Lang took the last cigarette in his mouth, crumpled the carton into a ball, and pretended that he couldn't find the lighter.

Only the "mandrill" sat quietly, nibbling on a battle ration, and returned him with a smirk.

The old horse suddenly became happy, this is a pest, the best at picking fat and thin pests! He simply sat down, lit the half cigar that he had been reluctant to smoke, and enjoyed it in a big gulp: "Fuck it! Love, I'm not the captain anyway! ”

Nantes is very melancholy at the moment, he is 22 years old, he has been the captain for 3 years, he has been coerced by others, and the few orders he has given are almost always the lead in disobedience.

Fifteen minutes passed, and the pests finally got into their respective alloy armor, and they didn't have time to paint, so their appearance was a little mixed, like patches, and like disabled people with prosthetic limbs, which didn't look like originals at all.

The regimental commander did not come to urge, because the battle finally began. Nantes all of them breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately lifted up again.

According to the battle plan, the fleet outside the harbor should have been the first to open fire, blowing up large swaths of mutants to pieces, but from their point of view, the fleet was calm, and some small white figures behaved very comfortably.

Nantes cheekily cut into the command channel, and there was an order from the regimental commander to get mutants close to the first wall. On the surveillance screen, the mutants did not rush around in tens of thousands of people as expected, but sparsely pulled a group of 100 and played a tactic of adding fuel.

Nantes was stunned, and the rest of the pest squad were dumbfounded when they saw this.

Unlike the other squad leaders, who were giggling and happily aiming at the target, the pests felt that there must be a huge conspiracy in this one.

The Dreadnought Regiment is the only one who has fought with the lord-level mutant leader in close quarters and has learned the intelligence level of the other party, especially Nantes, and even has a "one-sided relationship" with the panda knights who appeared later, and the other party is definitely not stupid to this point.

"It must have learned the lesson of the beach massacre the other day!" When Liu Lang saw this step, without a large-scale group charge, it would not have attracted the intensive slaughter of naval artillery and missiles.

"It has millions of soldiers, and waves of onslaught consume the ammunition and energy of the Alloy Warriors!" The "second master", who had already climbed onto the roof and failed to grab the opportunity to shoot after aiming a few times, gave up his troubles.

"I think it's dragging us to fight, is it waiting for dark or something?" The old horse reluctantly spit out the butt of the cigar.

"You say mutants can swim?"

"Of course, they've attacked our Easter Island......"

"Damn! It's the fleet! ”

"Damn it!"

"Damn it!"

Nantes couldn't care about anything, and immediately called the regiment commander and said their guess: "The mutants are feintting, the purpose is to drag down the dreadnought, and their main force will definitely attack the fleet!" Without support from the sea, the Dreadnought Regiment would be consumed sooner or later! ”

The "Chief" has unleashed a drone to scout the nearby beach from high altitude, looking for evidence of mutant launches.

Nantes believed that the first batch of "water ghosts" had already set off at the moment when the guns rang out in Dashun Harbor, but the destroyers and frigates had stopped a little farther away, and it was the time of high tide, and they had not yet swam near the ships to attack.

But Nantes was already frightened in his heart, no matter whether the fleet was attacked or not, he had to go to the deep sea to take refuge, so that the defensive pressure of the Dashun Port base would be greatly increased, and the plan to withdraw if it could not be defeated would not work.

Nantes stared at the real-time footage of the front line, his gaze beyond the sparse mutants rushing forward in the face of bullets, and behind them was a large black shadow hidden between the tall buildings. He suddenly remembered Sister Hua's words: "There will be deaths, and many people will die!" ”