January 15, 2071 at 4 a.m. -- Shariz Star Arctic Main Base -- Apron --

Looking at the huge Arctic main base on the ground, Mark smacked his lips. Although he had already seen the base once in space, he was still amazed by the sheer size of the Arctic base when he looked at it up close. Among the many natural creatures, the innate qualities of human beings are actually the bottom category. Humans have no sharp claw fangs, no tail stinger venom, and no physical strength comparable to many of their kind, and should have been eliminated by nature. But we learned to use tools in the most difficult of times, and this creative ability has allowed us humans to become the overlords of the planet and create many miracles. And the biggest miracle on the Shariz should be regarded as the Arctic base.

"Warrant officer, we're at the base in the North Pole. However, I just received an order to go to the 015 base to pick up an important person, I don't have much fuel, it takes a lot of time to refuel, in order to save time, I plan to go to 015 and come back to replenish. It takes a lot of fuel to take off and land, so you have to ask for a drop. ”

"No problem, just put us on the tarmac." Mark still heard about the busyness of the sub-air flight force, and since his group had arrived at the destination, he didn't have to care about his own inconvenience.

Turning his head and glancing deeply at the five Marks, the pilot of the "Malada" gave them a crossarm salute with his free right hand, "Warrant officer, good luck." ”

Walking to the helicopter hatch, Mark and the five of them saluted the pilot with a standard military salute, and then jumped off the helicopter in turn with a cable attached.

"Good luck, sergeant, too." Mark walked last, and when everyone had jumped down, he waved to the driver. He didn't know if he could complete the mission, and with all of Sharitz's lives in their hands, he felt an unprecedented pressure. He wanted to tell the driver what was about to happen, but what could he do to get him out of Sharitz? But with a permanent population of more than 3 million, will they all be able to escape? Mark didn't know. Without further hesitation, Mark fastened the cable and jumped straight out of the helicopter

4:15 a.m. -- Shariz Arctic Base -- 12th Basement Floor --

"Warrant Officer Mark, please go this way, General James and they will be there soon."

"Excuse me, lead the way."

"That's what I'm supposed to do."

A sergeant in charge of reception led the way in front, and Mark and his group of five followed, walking to the conference room on the twelfth basement floor. When he entered the base, Mark found that the Arctic base had changed a lot compared to the past, which made Mark even more worried about Sharitz's current condition.

Because the Arctic base is a strategic rear, a large amount of materials are usually piled up, and most of the defense facilities are in a state of shutdown and dormancy. Today, when Mark entered the base, he was immediately locked by the identification system of friend or foe, and judging from the feedback from the armored observation system, at least five "Stingerbee" anti-aircraft guns locked on to his group at that moment, which was simply impossible in the past.

A large number of Marines were stationed in the bunker positions outside the base's defensive walls, and the battle fortress guarding the base gate was also opened and stopped at the gate of the base. The defensive walls of the base are covered with automatic weapons, and there are many unarmored ordinary garrison fighters patrolling back and forth on top of the walls, and if it were just a large number of small Zerg attacking, it is estimated that these small arms attacks would be able to clean them up, no matter how large their numbers were.

Of course, the base also prepared "gifts" for large Zerg and aerial Zerg. Needless to say, the "gifts" of the air zerg, the "stinging bees", the "Vulcan" anti-aircraft cannons, and the flying dragons do not exceed a million and die as many as they do. Tanks, self-propelled guns, "pacifiers" and other heavy equipment were also erected at various fire support points of the base, and a large pile of high-explosive bombs and incendiary bombs were piled up nearby, as long as thunderbeasts and worms dared to appear on the Northland ice field, these shells would lift them into the sky.

"What's going on?"

"Bang--"

"Ouch—"

Just in the midst of contemplation, everyone followed the sergeant who led the way into the conference room, who expected that Mark would knock down a person directly because he didn't look at the road because he was walking.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was thinking about things just now, I didn't look at the road, I didn't hurt you, right?" Out of habit, Mark hurriedly stepped forward to help the other party up. But when he was helping the other party, Mark Que found that the person who was knocked down was really not in line with the current environment, because it was a cute little girl of twelve or thirteen years old, and the little girl was still wearing a hospital gown.

"Uncle, you should pay attention to the road ahead when you walk, the teacher has taught you." The little girl looked at Mark angrily, and her slightly childish but reasonable words made Mark feel embarrassed. But Mark thought about it, he was only twenty years old this year, and he was called uncle by a twelve or thirteen-year-old child

"Ahem, I'm so sorry, I just thought things went." Although he felt very unhappy, Mark, who knew that he was wrong, did not defend himself too much, but actively admitted his mistakes. Mark quickly made the little girl angry and happy by "cherishing the ore and giving it away", because he had already arrived in the conference room, and everyone did not urge Mark, but stood aside with interest and watched the two of them talk around.

During the conversation, Mark learned the name of the little girl: Phil, a very cute name. At this time, another door to the conference room opened, and a group of generals from the Shariz Arctic base streamed in through the gate, and soon the seats were filled.

Looking at the many generals seated, Fei'er grimaced at Mark and said with a grin: "Uncle Mark, I want to go to my grandfather, can you send me there?" My feet hurt a little. This diamond sandstone is really beautiful, hehe. ”

Looking at the strange glimmer of the Shariz Stone in Phil's hand, Mark's heart was dripping blood, which he was going to give to Erin, but on the surface he still kept his composure. "Ahem, Fei'er, I'm only twenty years old this year, and I can't afford to be called uncle. You said you were looking for your grandfather, who was Sharitz's general? ”

Phil smiled and took Mark's big hand (wearing armor) and pointed to the door on the other side of the conference room, "Well, Uncle Mark, my grandfather is not an ordinary general." You send me over there, my grandfather should be over there. ”

"Okay, does your foot hurt?" Phil took the initiative to hug Mark, and Mark took advantage of the situation to pick up Phil, even if he didn't wear combat armor, it was easy to pick up such a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl, so Mark directly let Phil sit on his shoulder armor.

"Wow, that's so high. Uncle Mark, I see my grandfather. Grandpa, I'm here! Sitting on Mark's shoulder, Phil was excited, this was the first time she felt happy since she was implanted in this body.

Phil was pleased, but Mark felt loveless, because, from the door on the other side of the room, a lieutenant general walked in.........