Fuck, damn it, lucky, Lao Tzu is still alive today. No matter how fierce the battle is, no matter how cruel the environment, God can't take away a single hair on Lao Tzu's body. That's luck. The Emperor must have heard my prayers and protected me with his broad and strong shoulders.

But now......

The qiē seen in front of me is really not very common for people like Knicks.

Under the snow-white light of the searchlight, in a barren black and yellow land, there are dense insects everywhere. These hideous-looking creatures were very clever and knew that they could not make a sound at this time. They actually crawled slowly towards the fence with their bellies against the ground. Behind them, followed by a large field of war insects that were also crawling forward.

Yes, it's war bugs. The most ferocious and combative creature of the Tyranid Zerg. If you compare it with the Human Empire, the status of the War Bug is equivalent to that of the Wehrmacht. The previous bugs were at most the Imperial Garrison, or simply militias that had only received the most rudimentary military training and were used to maintain social order.

These war insects are more than two people tall, and on the two pairs of forelimbs, there are all kinds of hand-to-hand combat and jet-type murder weapons. They crawled slowly, their bony joints and carapace glowing white under the beams of the searchlight.

Their eyes, illuminated by the light, reflected a pale green glow. These myriad flickering points of light are reminiscent of the hordes of wild wolves in the wasteland. However, the threat of the Zerg was no match for that of the wolves, and they saw the searchlight overhead, so they raised their heads and looked back at the guardians from their positions. The eyes looked like dead objects, with orange-yellow pupils standing upright in their sockets. There is not the slightest emotion, there is nothing that can represent the wisdom consciousness, not even the slightest bit of hunger, like a group of puppets, a group of machines that can't speak, just know how to kill.

Thinking of the fact that creatures like the Tyranid often ate the entire spatial realm clean, Du Tianhao would at least expect to see the corresponding kind of hunger in them. However, there was nothing in those eyes, and they were even colder and crueler than the mutated creatures on Earth.

Du Tianhao suddenly had an extremely strange thought in his mind: the only thing he had ever seen that was colder than these eyes was the white flame in Colonel Scarver's eyes. However, all of the Thirteenth Punishment Legion, every defender here, we all know that the Colonel was not a human at all, but a madly fierce machine with no emotion to speak of.

All right! Bugs are crazy, and so is the colonel. And we are flesh and blood sandbags sandwiched between two madmen.

"Aim at your target and fire!"

Du Tianhao roared loudly, issuing orders at the maximum volume he could reach.

The soldiers guarding the top of the city walls began to shoot. First rocket launchers and automatic cannons, then salvos from laser rifles. At this time, those damned sinners finally realized that the game of life and death had begun. Just below the wall, patches of worms stood up from the sand, and rows of war worms rushed towards the wall. From a distance under the light, a large area of murderous monsters with many arms and arms rushed to the front, with the intention of eating every human alive, wielding their unique sharp weapons, and slashing at an object that could be used as an opponent.

From the position inside the courtyard, a familiar loud roar of heavy artillery erupted. The previous warning had been heeded, and although the number of heavy artillery on the position was small, it could also have a suppressive effect on patches of bugs.

The sight of the Tyranid swarm surging across the wasteland is like a raging torrent. The flames of the cannonballs' explosions continued to bloom among them, briefly reflecting the terrifying figures in the karmic fires of hell. Du Tianhao turned around, jumped down the steps step by step, called the Knicks who were in a daze, and ran back to his platoon.

"Alright, everyone!"

Du Tianhao moved the muscles on his face, and told everyone in an unusually stern tone: "Be ready for battle, follow me closely, and maintain a dense formation." If you're isolated individually, those bugs will definitely take you down first. Absolute! When shooting, try to aim for the exposed flesh as much as possible. Your laser rifle will be no different from the heavy armor of a heavy tank. God knows how they evolved this goddamn defense, these creatures aren't cockroaches that you can crush with your feet up. If you're not careful, your head will be chopped off. Also, pay attention to the amount of ammo you have and your reserves. Tonight was destined to be a long night, and I didn't want to end up facing those damn bugs with my bare hands. My teeth aren't as sharp, and my nails aren't sharp enough. ”

Du Tianhao's pre-war declaration did not cause any reversal among the criminals. The criminals were still holding their weapons in their hands, and a few of the unkind-eyed fellows were smoking cigarettes and seemed to hear nothing of what they had just said. Du Tianhao was sure that if there was no way to retreat, and there was no place to defend in the wasteland, these guys would definitely open the gate and flee in one go. Even the most terrible punishment from the Holy See could not stop them from fleeing from the battlefield.

This approach and idea can be understood. After all, they are all death, at least choose an escape route that is more beneficial to you and has a greater chance of survival.

"Finally, take care of yourselves, don't die. Otherwise, Lao Tzu will have to find a hopeless bastard from the candidate recruit to fill your place. If you were to bring me down, I swear I'd come back and haunt you so that you'll remember yourself for the rest of your life, just a seed that was out of the belly of a by a filthy worm! ”

That won some smiles. The sinners love this kind of giggling, relaxed but dirty words. Especially Du Tianhao also involved women in his words. If I had said a few more words about their big boobs and ass, maybe the sick guys would have erupted into a few roars of excitement.

Perhaps the colonel was right to refuse the priest's treatment of the wounded soldiers. These criminals are indeed hopeless, and they are like a bunch of trash in military uniforms.

In fact, as far as Du Tianhao is concerned, he doesn't care about these pre-war speeches and the like at all. It's just that some of the sinners need it very much. It can be seen that there are many people who are under a lot of mental pressure like Du Tianhao now. Although these people are basically big, fleshy heads with rough skin, even if they don't have anything but air between their ears, they can't be indifferent to the unspeakable fear of the Tyranid creatures.

It's not as simple as them killing you, they will swallow you, take what you are what you are, take what you can become, ruthlessly deprive you of what you can become, and then process it, store it, and then make it into another kind of storage.

To didn't mind admitting that fear. It was a terrible realization, just like when he first faced zombies on Earth.

The heavy machine guns on the wall roared, the bullets rained intensively, and the fierce fire remained at a steady pace. This kind of hot battle scene made Du Tianhao feel quite good, and he also thought that the current situation should be okay, not to an irreparable and extremely bad state.

When he turned back to the wall, he gave himself a little luxury: he turned his gaze to the positions of the nuns who fought side by side with the locals.

I don't know why, or maybe it's because of the original owner of this body, Lieutenant Cage. Du Tianhao has always wanted to see with his own eyes the appearance of those sisters who are graceful and beautiful, but who are holding high-energy flame guns and arrow guns in their hands. Those fierce and spicy girls are really good, and they do have enough breasts to ****** and big enough. God knows if this look is the effect of the surgical guide. However, it can be determined that the storage of two large clumps of fat before and after did cause their bodies to maintain balance. The only flaw is that it is indeed a bit cruel to hurt these beautiful beauties on the battlefield.

Du Tianhao knew that it wouldn't last long. Many battle nuns are destined to be killed by bugs, and will become a blurry mess of stinky blood and rotten flesh in the bugs' stomachs. As soon as he thought of this, Du Tianhao felt regretful and angry. It's a crime, and they're supposed to be the most pampered targets of men. Now, he has become a warrior.

In the end, Du Tianhao still failed to see the battle nun he was looking forward to.

On the contrary, he saw other guys that he absolutely didn't want to see.

It was a fiery sight, with about a thousand swarthy native tribal warriors. They were all ugly and dirty, dark and dirty. They threw spears, shot arrows, and were covered in sweat. They shouted their war songs in a garbled and inexplicable language, and the songs echoed between the walls. Du Tianhao didn't think it was an uplifting singing voice at all, he just felt that these natives simply had a problem with their brains. Perhaps, it was a group of savages who had been abstinent for a long time, adrenaline rushing against the overwhelming female bugs, and then in the middle of their legs, an object with the nickname "spear" and "steel cannon" as another name, bravely holding its head high, which was not sharp at all.

Perhaps, this is what the natives used to fight.

The nuns were also singing. Although they are nowhere to be seen. This qiē is to blame on the natives, who blocked the nuns and firmly covered the most wonderful figures. So much so that Du Tianhao could only hear those female voices. In the midst of all these voices, their prayers to the Emperor rose slowly, like a choir, and all of them sang into one melody. Du Tianhao couldn't hear the specific words, but the song entered his heart, and he could almost feel that it held up his soul. It was a song of contempt and enthusiasm, and as the nuns sang, the arrows in their hands shot into the darkness round after round to the melody, each bullet carrying a trail of light that tore through the shadows ahead.

The wall blocked the view, and Du Tianhao couldn't see the chaos of the insects under the wall in the state of concentrated fire. But from the violent shaking of the ground, it can indeed be felt, they were beaten badly under the fierce and violent attack of the nun.

Then, Du Tianhao saw a large group of local natives standing at the head of the wall jumping out in all directions. They screamed like madmen, scratching their faces and chests with their hands. That's the enemy, the Death Lance unique to War Bugs. This organ can shoot a small bug that bursts, splashing a large cloud of acid wherever it hits. Left unchecked, this acid can corrode through anything given enough time. For the local natives, who are mostly naked, this thing is absolutely deadly.

"A bunch of savage idiots who don't know anything!"

Du Tianhao carried his gun, scolded uncleanly, and looked away from the injured native, trying to turn a deaf ear to the cries of pain, and began to look around the porter with his eyes.

He wondered what the Colonel was doing.

Some of the bugs and bugs climbed over the top of the wall and landed in the porter's position, where hand-to-hand combat had begun. Du Tianhao used a laser rifle to shoot a worm that was rushing towards him, and then found the colonel in the crowd.

He held a chainsaw sword that spun at high speed and a piercing roar in one hand, and a sharp-shot pistol in the other. While everyone else was desperately slashing and slashing, the colonel just walked back and forth, step by step. After every shot, every sword, an enemy fell, with incomparably precision, fierceness and cold-bloodedness. Compared to the chaos around him, the indifferent Colonel was so out of place. Du Tianhao saw that a waiter had just appeared behind the colonel, and the colonel just turned around and stood up, and with a shot from his shotgun, he blasted the man-eating creature on the spot, and then quickly swung the chainsaw sword twice, cutting off its two thighs alive.

The colonel's expression was too calm. It didn't feel like a fight at all, it was like just a walk in the fresh morning air. Damn, he's just too cold. Compared to him, those battle nuns can only be regarded as affectionate at best.

Du Tianhao's mind had the thinking consciousness that belonged to Lieutenant Cage again--the last time, more than two months ago, when he took over the defense mission here, those battle nuns, when they looked at us, that is, this group of criminal soldiers, their eyes were even colder than the coldest winter night on the northern border of the empire.

Suddenly, Du Tianhao noticed that something appeared on the west side of the gatehouse. The moment his gaze suddenly collided with the target, Du Tianhao almost bit his tongue off in fear.

It was in the rising moonlight, the figure of a particularly huge Zerg nest master. It was almost three times as tall as the moving figure around it, and the thing had a total of four upper limbs, two of which merged to form a giant organoid spear. The remaining two upper limbs, one with a bony broadsword, and the other with a long whip-like organ. Behind its legs, there is a huge tail. It looked like a giant python with bony armor. The tail ends in spikes as thick as a man's arm, and a jaw that can swallow a person in two bites. The whole body of this large monster was covered with smooth carapaces and incomparably hard bony spikes.

According to the division of the combat effectiveness of the different species of the Tyranid Swarm by the Imperial Military Headquarters, the status of the hive master in battle is equivalent to that of the main legion soldiers. There is nothing wrong with this division. But in Du Tianhao's mind, he would always subconsciously think of the whole set of thick power armor on the legionnaires.

The Zerg Hive Master's poison crystal cannon opened fire in the direction of the gatehouse, and the Wehrmacht soldiers and all the alien creatures in that position were torn to shreds. The nest owner has no sense that killing his own people is tantamount to a crime, but the fresh flesh has an extremely strong stimulating effect on it. It shrank its large, monstrous head back, then jerked forward, unleashing a terrifying roar. That roar, like a huge wave tens of meters high on the sea, pierced fear deep into everyone's hearts, making the soldiers tremble and give up the will to fight, and they were cut down by the torture and war insects they faced. Then the terrible tyrant leaped down from the breastwork, its weight pressed against its massive hooves, crushing the stone slabs on the ground and stirring up a cloud of stone chips.

Du Tianhao saw a soldier being crushed at the feet of the nest owner. The man was hopeless, his eyes widening and his chest being squeezed open alive. Looking through the breach, you can see pink broken alveoli.

The nest lord looked around, and then, with his wicked eyes, stared fiercely at the colonel, who was gathering his soldiers and preparing to launch a counterattack. The soldiers armed with laser rifles rushed forward, beams of light falling unharmed on the armor of the massive creature, but without the slightest damage. Several soldiers rushed up, picked up their bayonets, and stabbed at the hard carapace "with a crack", still unable to move an inch. This powerful counterattack suddenly aroused the monstrous fury of the nest master, it roared, and swung the huge bone sword of its upper limbs horizontally, and suddenly, Du Tianhao only saw a blood fountain spurting out.

The bodies of the four soldiers standing at the front were cut alive from the middle. The sharpness of the bone knife was comparable to that of a powerful chainsaw sword, and a line of blood appeared on the surface of the bodies of the four people, and then it was cut off from the waist and abdomen. They all fell in this blow. The murderous nest master whipped his upper limbs, the barbs of which pierced the chest of another soldier. Immediately afterwards, the soldier's mangled body was thrown out, and the corpse flew straight over the high wall, and all kinds of things fell on a pile of debris on the side of the courtyard, and blood and flesh were splattered everywhere.