About twenty minutes later, one of the scout ants at the forefront encountered the first swarm of swift cries. At this moment, due to the large number of soldier ants, the iron slag has no extra energy to direct their specific actions, and can only rely on their instincts.

At the moment of encounter, the swarm of flies surged in, and the scout ant only had time to crawl to the side, avoiding the trampling, but it could no longer care about its hidden figure. It's about to become a delicious meal in the mouth of a moth. However, at this critical moment, the swarm of flies whistled by, and it was time to turn a blind eye to it.

Seeing the scene, Iron Slag quickly figured out the reason. Influenced by the will of the Abyssal Master, these Frogs have become well-trained and unified combat units, and will not stop to eat at will, depending on instinct. Thinking of this, Iron Slag began to blatantly send soldier ants to roam around and monitor the movement of the swarm.

The movement speed of the crushing flies is extremely fast, and the soldier ants of the iron slag cannot catch up at all, so they can only rely on their companions who are already distributed in the area to monitor. After determining the swarm's movements, the iron slag shuttled back and forth through the dense forest, bypassing their path.

The direction of the Crying Fly's attack was the camp behind him, and he had no intention of wasting the shells on the Cryfly. The first is that the movement speed of the Crying Frog Swarm is too fast, and the prediction of the shelling is difficult to take effect, and the second is that the real threat to the defense line comes from the stinging insect array behind the Crying Frog Group.

Moments later, the first team of stingers entered the scouting range of the Soldier Legion. Iron slag quickly took out the tactical map and satellite locator, and calculated the coordinate pad of the target. After a simple calculation, Tie Slag picked up the walkie-talkie and reported the coordinates to Mu Qianhe.

Ten seconds later, a low, slightly hoarse female voice came over the intercom: "Commander, thirty-two guns are ready!" ”

Iron Slag raised his head, his deep gaze penetrated the layers of trees, stared at a red spot moving slowly in the distance, and then gave an order: "Release!" ”

"Knock knock ......knock knock

"Chirp...... Chirp...... Chirp...... Chirp...... Chirp...... Chirp ......" A few seconds later, there was a continuous sound of breaking the sky above the jungle. Immediately afterward, there was a flash of fire ahead, and a huge wave of sound swept with a strong wind.

"Boom, boom...... Boom Boom Boom ...... Boom Boom Boom ...... Boom Boom Boom ...... Boom Boom Boom ...... Boom Boom Boom ......"

When everything was calm again, the red light ahead disappeared. Iron Slag's mind moved, and one of the soldiers closest to the shelling site rushed at full speed. It didn't take long for a desolate image to fall into the mind of Iron Slag. There was smoke everywhere, and the trees were crooked, some of the trunks were broken from them, and some of the soil was turned up, and the bare roots were tilted to one side. The black soil was blown up to the point that there were craters everywhere, and the stumps, broken arms, broken bones and flesh of stinging insects could be seen everywhere.

Looking at the fruitful results, Iron Slag couldn't help but grin, and he had the strange idea of thanking the insect transformer he had met in the Sand Sea Lab.

Relying on the wide field of vision, the iron slag bypassed the swarm of flies and lurked to the site of the shelling, commanding the soldiers to monitor the swarm and collect the tailbone of the stinging insects. This round of shelling killed at least 30 or so stinging insects.

Just as he began to collect the loot, the wolf legion was hit by the first wave of cripping flies. However, without the fire support of the stinging insects, the swarm can deal almost zero damage. The 300 or so Crying Frogs looked menacing, but in fact, before they could cross the barbed wire, they were swept away by sixty assault rifles, twenty Thunderfire mechas, and two Flamingo-Vulcan cannons.

The dense bullets were like cutting wheat, wiping out the swarm of flies outside the line. After the smoke of gunpowder, Wang Hu raised his hand and pointed at it, and more than a dozen marines immediately crossed the formation, rushed out of the camp, and quickly pulled out their military thorns to cut off the big canine teeth of the criesch, and then threw them into the cloth bag they carried with them.

At the same time, a second group of stinging insects drove into the field of vision of the soldier ant army, followed by a large black silkworm that wriggled slowly. This time, there were hundreds of stingers, and the array was slightly scattered. Seeing this, Iron Slag immediately gave up collecting the tailbone of the stinging insect and quickly ran towards the stinger array. As he ran, he took out the coordinate locator and tactical map and began to calculate the specific coordinates.

After a few minutes of wandering, he sent the exact coordinates to Makichizuru, and then ordered: "Five rounds of shelling in a row in the area!" ”

"Yes, my captain." Makichizuru replied calmly.

More than ten seconds later, yellow-orange-orange shells poured out and smashed into the coordinate points like an overwhelming land. Violent explosions continued to be heard, and in an instant, a storm was set off in the jungle, blowing the branches of the trees near the iron slag and the leaves flying all over the sky.

"Tweet ......"

At this moment, he suddenly heard a sound breaking the sky from far to near. His face suddenly changed, he leaned over and kicked, and quickly fell forward.

"Boom!"

At the moment when he just touched the ground, a deafening loud bang erupted more than ten meters away! Suddenly, the aftermath of the explosion sent him flying and slammed into the trunk of a tree in front of him! He only felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Maki Chizuru!" The iron slag that fell to the ground rolled over, stood up, and yelled at the walkie-talkie: "Be accurate!" ”

"You...... You're not hurt! Anxious shouts came over the intercom.

"It's okay......" Listening to Mu Qianhe's concerned voice, his mood improved a lot, and he said slowly.

"The driver skills of the garrison are too stinky, I asked before the battle, they only have a rudimentary level of operation." Makichizuru explained.

"Forget it...... Iron Slag said with a breath of turbidity, "next time I'll stay away." ”

Moments later, the iron slag rushed to the site of the gunsmoke-filled shelling. After several minutes of searching, he finally found most of the head of the Abyss Lord in a pit created by the shelling, and then pulled out Feng Yao, cut open the head, and dug out a cyan crystal core. When he wiped off the blood and nerves adhered to the surface, he found that there were some fine cracks on the surface of the crystal nucleus, and he didn't know if it would affect the absorption effect. However, now was not the time to think about it, so he immediately put away the crystal core and continued to mobilize the soldiers to swim around.

For the next twenty minutes, Iron Slag bombarded a large group of thorn worms and an Abyss Master in the same way as before, harvesting a second cyan crystal. Compared to the one just now, this one is relatively complete, this abyss master was stabbed to death by countless shrapnel.

After collecting the loot, when he was about to leave, a soldier ant hundreds of meters ahead inadvertently crawled into an underground tunnel. Iron Slag's mind turned for a moment, and his attention was concentrated. This underground corridor is very spacious and can accommodate three to four adults to pass side by side.

The walls of the corridor appear unusually smooth, and when viewed closely, a translucent gel-like substance appears to be adhered to them. This aroused the curiosity of the iron slag, and then he sent dozens of nearby soldiers and ants over. And the soldier ant at the front continued to move forward, and the road sloped slightly downward, winding and twisting. The soldier ants walked in the darkness for a while, and suddenly several forks in the road suddenly appeared in front of them. Iron slag chose one at random, and commanded the soldiers to climb in. Anyway, there are still a lot of soldiers in the back, enough to investigate every road.

As the soldiers went deeper, many giant "scorpions" appeared in the corridor, crawling around in the corridor, seemingly transporting some cocoon-like ovoid objects. These "scorpions" have many pairs of short, translucent segmented legs at the base to support their flat bodies and movements. The front part of their body has two pairs of insect pincers, one large and one small, the large insect pincers are thick and powerful, but very short, a bit like the pincers of a crab, the small insect pincers are slender and flexible, and there are many tibial joints, a bit like a multi-functional mechanical arm. And the surface of their body looks soft, and the smooth surface of the body not only does not cause a sense of disgust, but also produces a hint of pleasing feeling. This feeling is wonderful to say, their bodies are like a crystal clear white jade, it looks smooth and soft, and it seems to feel very good in the hand.

Iron Slag had seen an atlas of this creature in the academy's textbooks, a "worker" unit in the social structure of the bee ant colony, called the "burrow worker ant".

As time passed, he commanded his soldiers to continue on their way. Gradually, he discovered that not only were these crypt worker ants not aggressive, but what was even more surprising was that they would take the initiative to make way for the scout ants of the iron slag, as if they were afraid of stepping on the little creatures in front of them.

Upon discovering this, he commanded the soldiers to move forward at full speed. At this moment, he, a soldier ant, drove straight in like an uncle under the eyes of the enemy, and crawled out of a long distance in the blink of an eye. Next, the soldiers continued to move forward for about fifteen minutes, and the road suddenly opened up, and the road became wider and wider, and it was possible to pass a large truck with eight wheels in the rear.

Then, the ant crawled forward for a while, unknowingly entering a huge space. And most of the specifics of this space are immeasurable, because the soldier ants rely on a pair of antennae above their heads in the dark to distinguish the specific direction and distance of the substance through the smell of the substance.

It didn't take long for the soldier ants crawling in the boundless darkness to suddenly perceive an abnormal flow of space. In an instant, there seemed to be a soft sound of a blade cutting through the air from above. Immediately afterward, a trace of pain flashed through Iron Slag's mind. At the same time, he lost the soldier's vision.

"Postworm?" Recalling the details along the way, and then thinking about the description in the textbook, he quickly made a judgment that the area that the scout ant had infiltrated just now must be the hatching pool of the Abyssal Ant Queen. Because the Abyss Juggernaut has no ability to attack, and he has not discovered the existence of the Crimson Juggernaut, at least not so far. Then, among the bee ant swarms, except for the abyss master, only the "postworm" has wisdom.

Thinking of this, his heart moved, and the follow-up scout ants crawled towards the road just now. However, these scout ants were soon blocked by the crypt workers in the corridor. Their attitude towards these little creatures suddenly changed 180 degrees, and they held two pairs of pliers high and clamped them violently!

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen scout ants that had infiltrated the tunnel were killed and wounded under the siege of a pair of large and small pincers......