Captain Hamster felt that the car would be dragged back by the rope in the next second, and he and the recovery air conditioner would fly up and fall into the squirrel swarm, and then be eaten by the squirrels.

But the mechanical leg had obviously been gnawed like that by the gray squirrel, and the base was probably unstable, and he could see it clearly, theoretically it should be enough to drag it......

Really failed?

In a moment's effort, countless things passed through his mind, and then he was firmly locked on the next option:

"It's to loosen the trailer rope and withdraw directly......"

"Or do you want to go to the end of the throttle and fight again?"

But before his brain could think about the pros and cons of the two and the results, the screams of the thin voice of the air conditioner had already sounded in his ears:

"Captain, rush!"

All hesitation was left behind, and Captain Hamster subconsciously turned the throttle to the end, the engine roared, and the fumaroles even lit up with a blazing blue light—

And in this blue light, the Survivor 380 soared like an eagle spreading its wings on the Pampas Plateau. Above its head was not the broad clouds of the plateau, but a box that was collapsing, like a huge cloud—

"It worked!"

Captain Hamster shook his fist-clenched left hand and screamed in celebration, nearly losing his balance and quickly regaining his grip on the handlebars. The recycling air conditioner behind him hesitated for a long time before he let out a cheer.

"What's wrong with you?"

Captain Hamster was driving at this time, it was a matter of fact that the missile compartment was dumped, and he even had the leisure to look back at the recovery air conditioner to see what the latter was doing.

"It's okay, I was just a little scared, and I didn't expect it to work."

Recycling the air conditioner just hesitantly turned his head to look back at the front, and replied, not knowing whether to tell what he saw or not-

She kept her eyes on the back until Captain Hamster made her last move.

Suddenly, I seemed to see a figure under this huge thing, knocking back and forth......

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"They're too whimsical—"

Wu Que held the flamethrower, and while running to disperse the gray squirrels in front of him, he couldn't help but complain to the ET7424 in the headphones, "Take a motorcycle to drag a big machine ten meters high? Can you do this kind of thing? ”

"You chose it, Executor."

ET7424's speech was unusually short, and there was a moment of silence before continuing, "It is recommended that you at least run the speed of the squirrel, otherwise you will soon be affected by the shockwave from your dear soldier's shelling......"

"Of course I do!"

Wu Que freed his right arm, hammered away the rats around him, and then breathed fire several times to clear a way, and quickly ran out of the grove surrounded by gray rats.

He really didn't expect that the players would be able to come up with such a strategy that was bound to fail-

If it weren't for the fact that he punched the self-propelled missile salvo Luwalker X-RC back and forth in the legs, breaking its solid support, the four players, along with the two cars, would have to be accounted for here.

Not long after he broke out of the encirclement, a bright red light pierced through the air, hitting the missile compartment that had smashed to the ground.

There were explosions behind him, and the gray squirrels and waste stars in that circle had to die without a single one.

"And they really did it...... At least half of the Wasters were killed by the players......"

Wu Quezhen didn't expect that more than a hundred Waste Star Men would die indirectly or directly at the hands of the player.

In his original idea, the two factions of the Wasters would fight each other head-to-head, and the player would end up picking up the bargain.

What now?

The machine guns fell on Fengpo and cleared a bunch, and the sneak attack from behind killed a lot, and the bombing of the missile warehouse came to a perfect end - not to mention the gray squirrel organization, at least the waste stars of this new organization basically died at their hands.

Just this group of players who want guns, no guns, no guns, no guns, and don't even bundle explosives bags - to be honest, as long as the players can have some equivalent of explosives, they can definitely do something to blow up this missile compartment directly, which is much higher than the success rate of any trailer rope.

"Lord Executor, the soldiers have already carried out the retreat mission."

ET7424 woke up Wu Que, Wu Que answered, and estimated the battlefield, the remaining gray squirrels were still besieging the last two worthless self-propelled missile salvo Luwalker X-RC type, but the number was pitifully small, and it could even be said that it was not large-scale.

The players completed the second stage of the mission with a level that exceeded their expectations.

"I'll dispose of the rest of the squirrels."

Wu Que picked up the flamethrower, and just on the way to clean up the gray squirrels, he found that this weapon did have some meaning......

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"[Base Guard! Defend the ET7424 Base Ring] Phase 2! The base headquarters is cleared and defended!

The Rat Tide, the Unknown Wasters, and the Grey Squirrels are approaching Base ET7424, killing and injuring the enemy as much as possible before they reach the base.

Objective: Defeat or wipe out the Unknown Wasters (1/1)

Knock Back or Annihilate 'Squirrel Tissue (1/1)

Support until the end of the rat tide (1/1).

Mission Progress Update: Thunder Strike! The enemy forces are decisively routed in battle!

The Wasters will go head-to-head with the Squirrels, and we are no longer prey but hunters! Defeat the Wasters and Rat Tide at critical moments to maximize your gains.

Destroying the Grey Rat, killing the Waste Star, and capturing equipment can all earn ET Points.

The task has been completed, and the overall performance score: A.

Counting specific matters, settling points ......"

"Mission accomplished!"

After the players evacuated, everyone's personal panel tasks were updated quickly, and everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw the words "mission completed".

This temporary campaign mission is actually not large in terms of scale, but they finally feel tired after participating in the whole process with this extremely realistic experience......

This kind of tiredness is not a dead fish state in which a social animal sits in the car after work and lies down in bed and does not want to think about anything or do anything, but a wonderful feeling of being excited to make a movie replay of all the images of his own experiences in his head.

Even the two frightened duo who completed the task of towing the missile compartment didn't blow much after returning to the position, and they were all excited at this time.

"I saw it, there's a 'Class A Medal' on the personal panel!"

Captain Hamster suddenly changed from a dead fish to a soft-shelled turtle, and the Rank A medal was a beautiful silver coat of arms at the bottom of the badge, although the middle was empty, but there was also a sense of majesty and solemnity.

"It's a pity that there is no physical ......" I read in fragments when it was inconvenient to speak in sneaking, "I hope there will be physical medals in the back, and when the time comes, everyone will have a string of medals on their chests when they are promoted, how handsome!" ”

"Definitely." Captain Hamster patted him on the shoulder happily, "When the time comes, you will all be captains, one person and one battleship, each of you can be a marshal!" ”