In the year 2308 AD, the gray sky, the red gravel everywhere, the unique desolate landform of Mars, the flaming mechanical remains everywhere, and the alien corpses that covered the ground, emitted a pungent smell and flowed with disgusting liquid, these strange monsters brought great disasters to the ambitious human race, and the war lasted for two years, and the Martian battlefield was the last line of defense for mankind.

And such a tragic scene is also the most common picture of the human Martian defense line.

In the corners of such a picture, a few rudimentary and dilapidated metal walls barely hold up a small stronghold.

The main entrance to the colony had been twisted and distorted, dragged down and thrown aside, and the roof was even more shattered, looking like a broken eggshell.

However, no matter how dilapidated the stronghold is, it is still a stronghold, and a small group of twelve soldiers dressed in the Earth Federation system are hurrying to rest, some wiping their guns, and some taking advantage of the rare gap in wartime, huddled behind the wall and swallowed the clouds.

The small stronghold was filled with a choking smell of smoke, but all the fighters were sober. Perhaps, this smell of smoke is what really makes them feel alive in this war.

"There's movement!" I don't know who suddenly shouted, everyone immediately jumped up, snuffed out the cigarette butts in their hands, put on their helmets, and returned to the fighting posture in an instant, but everyone was only nervous for a while, and soon someone took off their helmets, and then the scolding rang out in the small stronghold.

"Fuck, what kind of idiot is yelling? Most of Lao Tzu's cigarettes were wasted! ”

"That's it! Don't have long eyes? Don't know the captain's 'go-kart'? ”

Everyone was a little nervous after a long battle, and in the midst of a noisy scolding, a small black dot in the yellow sand in the distance quickly grew larger, it was a military vehicle that was successfully developed and put into use by the Federation ten years ago, specially developed for the Martian landscape, commonly known as "go-kart".

Moments later, the go-kart stopped outside the door of the small stronghold, and a man who was also dressed in a federal armament but with two silver stars embedded in his arm jumped out.

The man also did not wear a helmet, his trivial black hair was messy, he looked like he hadn't washed it for a long time, his eyes were gentle and sharp, and he looked around, his expression was slightly worried.

Human beings have been able to adapt to such a harsh environment after hundreds of years of slow but steady genetic modification for the sake of interstellar voyages, and the warrior's face has three scars that seem to have been scratched by the claws of some fierce beast, which looks fierce and fierce.

This man is Mo Feng. 28 years old this year, the captain of the Earth Federation Blood Wolf Clan, with the rank of colonel, in fact, he is also the front-line commander of this line of defense.

"Fatty, how's it going?" Mo Feng walked up to the most ferocious person who was scolding in the small stronghold just now, looked left and right, and raised his chin at him and asked.

"It's not the same as before." The fat man lazily took out another cigarette, lit it and took a big puff, "I just repelled a wave of dog mongrels, two of us died here, and Lao Liang and Lao Zhan were slightly injured, of course, if there are reinforcements and supplies, I will definitely welcome them with both hands." ”

"Give me some in the car, I'll move it for you later, if you want reinforcements, there is no one, you die of this heart, now there is a shortage of people everywhere, it's really not good, I'll be a commando for you." Mo Feng said with a smile.

"Ahem, I didn't mean that, boss, we've been on this line of defense for more than a month, when is the head, can those guys in the military department be reliable, and what do those confinement ladies do, our army has died in batches, restraining that group of brutes, what about the fleet they blow all day long, why haven't they achieved results!"

"You ask me, who do I ask?" Mo Feng rolled his eyes at the fat man, took out a cigarette from his cigarette case and lit it, took a hard breath and said, "The order from above is to resist here, and you must not take a step back." ”

"Hey! Resist Resist...... I'm going to have a lung! The fat man couldn't help but sneer, and scolded again, "Two years ago, it was said that it was withstood on the Setis Plateau, and 1.27 million people died, and a year ago, it said that it was withstood at Sun Lake, and 5.6 million people died. ”

"Don't complain, we're soldiers, and no one wants to see the situation turn out like this." Mo Feng was silent for a moment, took a deep breath again, and smoked the cigarette in his hand to the bottom, "This time, the above should indeed have made up its mind, more than half of the Martian defense line has fallen into the hands of aliens, once it breaks through, the Earth-Moon system will directly suffer a devastating blow, this time it should be a decisive battle, I heard that all the space fleets on the moon have been mobilized." ”

"Grandma's, if you want to talk about technology, the sissies of the confinement sister-in-law are okay, but they lack a little courage!" The fat man also sucked the cigarette to the end, and then smashed the butt of the cigarette on the ground, and the military boot crushed it a few times.

"Alright, gentlemen, find two people to carry supplies, and I have to go to the next outpost." Mo Feng also threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, slapped the fat man's head, turned around and walked out with the two of them.

A few minutes later, Mo Feng's "go-kart" had just driven away, and a shout rang out in the small outpost.

"Enemy attack!"

In the slightly poignant shout, the alien warriors in the distance seemed to be like a tide surging, these tall alien creatures, some upright, some crawling on all fours, and some multi-legged, were composed of a substance called "tempered protein" by scientists, with quite amazing combat power, and the most important thing was that the number was amazing, bloodthirsty, and greedy for human flesh, gunshots and explosions rang out one after another, and blood and fire were intertwined in the yellow sand in the sky, and a group of warriors who were wilting just now have completely changed, There is no fear in his eyes, only a sea of blood hatred!

A month later, Mo Feng's go-kart stopped again at the door of the small outpost.

This time, no one in the small outpost gave the wrong warning, and when Mo Feng walked into the small outpost, there were only six people left.

"Fatty." Mo Feng slapped the fat man's chest, trying not to look at his empty right arm, and Mo Feng's own face already had another scar from the left forehead to the chin, and the flesh turned over made his image more and more hideous and fierce.

The fat man didn't speak, because everyone didn't talk much, and here, there was only one name left, and to be alive meant too many things, and death might be a relief.

Mo Feng handed the fat man a cigarette, the fat man smoked silently, the two joined the army together, and they had been friends for more than ten years until they entered the Martian battlefield, a military academy, a dormitory, and the time seemed to be yesterday.