It didn't take long for blue light to appear in the sky, drawing a high-speed arc, and fell in the direction of the death of the six-eyed insect, blowing it up and rolling in the snow waves. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info At this time, the soldier ant colony had already evacuated without any damage.

Under their cover, about half an hour later, Iron Slag and the others finally arrived at their destination and began to set up a communication station.

The main function of the communication station is to amplify the satellite signal, so that the communicator can be used normally, and the coverage radius is 30 kilometers. However, it has only been a few years since humans entered the aurora plane, and only a small number of satellites have been launched, so the communication signal is very poor and intermittent. In order to solve this problem, the Yincheng military adopts a point-to-point connection method to connect multiple communication stations in parallel without relying too much on satellites. The downside of this is that the density of the site rises from a radius of thirty kilometers to a radius of fifteen kilometers.

When the engineers set up the site, Iron Slag left the team alone and directed the ant colony to reconnoitre. It has to be said that the soldier ants that have absorbed the spiritual energy can fly at a speed of 80 kilometers per hour, and the detection efficiency has improved a lot.

More than ten minutes later, the soldier ant colony found a small demon tribe five kilometers away, about a few hundred people. Looking at the children playing in the tent and the old woman beating the sand pear, the iron slag couldn't help but give birth to a familiar feeling. Just like what you saw in the Firehammer Tribe a few years ago. Unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, he stood on the opposite side of the desperate struggle with these tall and simple tribesmen.

He couldn't help but wonder if he wanted to exterminate this tribe, would he also kill all these old people and children?

For a moment, he was a little confused. He is a lone wolf who grew up in the wilderness, and he never hesitates to kill those who threaten his own life. But in the face of civilians, he was always a little unbearable.

When he returned to the team, the communication station had been set up, and Tie Slag took out the communicator and dialed the video communication of Mu Yuqinxin.

"Hi~" A brisk voice came from there, but he frowned, and asked with a heavy heart, "Xiaoqing, can you contact your sister?" ”

"It's hard to ......," Mu Yuqin paused and added, "Unless it's through the Great Sacrifice." ”

"Where's Eva?" Iron Slag asked again.

"I can contact her, but as the acting marshal of the expeditionary force, she is on the cusp, and the Chosen One is watching her, and the call between you is likely to be monitored." Mu Yuqin said seriously, and then asked, "What's the matter, brother?" ”

"This ......," Iron Slag said, scratching his hair, "I have a problem right now, and I want to hear their opinions. ”

"It's okay to ask me~" Mu Yuqin said voluntarily.

"Is it really appropriate to massacre the Elta civilians?" Iron Slag took a breath and asked.

Mu Yuqin thought for a while, and then asked rhetorically, "Is the current aurora plane a battlefield?" ”

"Yes." Iron Slag thought for a moment and replied.

"Are there civilians on the battlefield?" Mu Yuqin continued to ask.

"This ......," Iron Slag hesitated slightly.

"Those who stay on the battlefield are all warriors, and there are ......" Mu Yuqin raised a finger in her heart, "There is only one river in this plane, and the closer the land is to the river, the more valuable it is, so ......" she shrugged, "It's their own choice." ”

"But......" Iron Slag still hesitated. He has killed many people in his life, but he has never taken the initiative to hurt women and children who are unable to resist, unless they are injured by mistake.

"My sister always said that kindness to the enemy on the battlefield is cruelty to oneself, and mercy to the other race is betrayal of one's kind." Mu Yuqin said in a firm tone, "Fighting for the race, there is no right or wrong, there is no good or evil, only survival." ”

And at the same time as Tie Slag and Mu Yuqinxin were talking, in the conference cabin of the golden battleship, a new round of military discussions began.

"I suggest that within the time limit, increase the settlement of combat merits by 50% to motivate the mercenaries to enter the battlefield as soon as possible." Randall the Chosen suggested.

"I'm against it!" Grand General Miro Field stood up and looked at Randall with eyes as if they were about to burst into flames, "In less than three hours, we have lost five hundred and thirty-seven aircraft and nearly twenty-six thousand combatants. ”

"That's why we should give them bigger rewards." Randall said.

"Increasing the temptation will only further increase the casualties of the mercenaries." "We must try to end the war within two months, and as far as I know, the Purple Pupil Demon Clan has already begun to ask for help from other Demon Clans." "No matter how many opponents there are, we should not be greedy for merit."

"General Miro, I have deep doubts about your position." Randall looked up and said.

"In the same way, boy of the Crimens, I deeply regret your judgment!" Miro said-for-tat.

"Two adults, this is the supreme military council of the Aurora Plane War." Eva Green snapped up.

"I'm sorry, I was impulsive." Miró turned around and solemnly bowed to the marshal in apology.

"Well, I shouldn't have said such baseless things either." Randall said with his hands outstretched.

"Today's meeting will be over, and the discussion will continue tomorrow at 10 a.m." Eva announced.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I wish you all a pleasant day." "See you in the afternoon." "Bye-bye~" After saying goodbye to each other, everyone's holographic projections went out one after another.

Watching the last figure disappear into her seat, Eva rubbed her brow. Shirley turned on the light, made a cup of coffee and handed it over.

"My lord, it's been a great job." She said softly.

"These days the Chosen ones are really getting more and more excessive." Eva said with a frown. These people took advantage of You Ge's absence to constantly interfere in the affairs of the expeditionary force, making her very passive.

"General Miró is a real soldier, should we persuade him?" Shirley asked.

"Hmm......" Eva said, raising her slender fingers and tapping lightly on the tabletop, after a moment's consideration, "after dinner, you talk to him and remind him not to go against the Chosen One." ”

"Yes." Shirley said.

At 7 p.m. Silver City time and 68 p.m. Scardy time, Shirley dialed up the video communication with General Miro Field, Commander-in-Chief of Theater 5.

"Good evening, General." In front of the communication screen wall, Shirley greeted the old general.

"Hello, kid." Miro said modestly. Shirley's official position was to be an assistant to the clerk of the Dawn Expeditionary Force. To put it simply, a clerk is equivalent to an assistant in a company, and an assistant's assistant is equivalent to a junior secretary and has no real power.

"Marshal Greendai asked me to advise you, don't be like those stinky children." Shirley hinted.

Miro was stunned, and a peaceful and serene smile gradually appeared on his wrinkled face, and then he bowed his head and said, "Thank you for your concern, child. Then, his face froze, and he said solemnly, "But I'm a soldier, straight to the heart, and I will say whatever I want." His voice was deep and loud, "I'm old anyway, there's nothing to be afraid of!" ”

"General......" Xue Li was like a fish in her throat, unable to speak.

"I've received your kindness, thank you." The old general bowed deeply to her, and then hung up the communication.

Although she had expected the result, Xue Li still felt a dullness in her chest, as if she couldn't breathe it out, and her expression became gloomy and sad.

This upright veteran general, even though he is in his twilight years, still sticks to the belief in his heart. Born as a mercenary, he has experienced those difficult years, and he can better understand the sadness at the bottom. At this moment, he is using his old body to protect those lowest-level warriors.

Two hours later, at nine o'clock in the evening of Silver City time and seventy o'clock in the evening of Skadi time, Iron Slag and the Black Pig King, as well as two power armor warriors, came to a fifteen-hundred meter away from the small demon stronghold. They lay on the back of the snow mound, looking at the firelit tribe and talking in low voices.

"You two, stay on the perimeter of the stronghold and provide us with fire cover." Iron Slag commanded.

"Yes." The two Power-Armor warriors replied in unison. Although half an hour ago, the mercenary in sunglasses came up with this crazy idea, wanting to exterminate a small tribe of hundreds of people with the strength of four people. But having seen the extraordinary combat power of the two bigwigs, they had the heart to follow, so they didn't refuse. And taking a step back, with the mobility of the power armor, they can escape at any time.

Then, Iron Slag faced the Black Pig King and said, "Follow me when you go in, don't get separated." ”

"Okay." The Black Pig King nodded happily.

After arranging, Iron Slag and the Black Pig King Cat were waist-waisted, sneaking towards the tribe by night.

A few minutes later, the two came to a distance of five hundred meters. Iron Slag looked at the lens from the night light of the power armor and observed it for a while. In the middle of the tribe, several demon warriors sat around the fire, seemingly roasting something to eat.

"Zizi Zi ......"

The camera zooms in and out of the viewpoint, gradually focusing on the barbecue.

When I saw it clearly, the stomach of the iron slag churned. It turned out to be a human corpse pierced on an iron frame, its skin shiny and roasted. And those demon men were holding knives and cutting meat from it to eat.

The Black Pig King's expression has not changed, he grew up in the southern cemetery, and the thing of cannibalism is no longer strange.

Iron Slag suppressed the discomfort and began to scan around with the life detector on the helmet, and finally found a demon scout bee crawling in the shallow snow half an hour later.

The two of them did not alarm it, and made a big circle to the periphery of the tribe. They immediately looked at each other and tacitly pounced on a larger tent.

The black pig king lifted the tent cloth, and the iron slag quickly rushed in. In the faint light of the fire, a tribal warrior lay on a whole piece of animal skin, snoring loudly.

In the blink of an eye, the iron slag hand rose and fell, slitting the warrior's throat. The warrior immediately woke up, stared at the iron slag with the big eyes of the brass bell, covered his neck with his hands, blood continued to spill from his fingers, his legs kicked the animal skin on the ground indiscriminately, and his throat made a soft "......clucking" sound.

A moment later, dozens of large ants with a faint blue glow emerged from the breach and flew silently towards the surrounding tents.