Data Wasteland

Two days later…

The northwest defense line of the Grasse Hills, the command center of the United Kingdom's Southern Army Group on the Ambergris River.

"Report to the Grand Commander that a large number of sand people tribes are gathering outside the defense line."

"Their number is growing rapidly and is likely to reach millions in the next few days."

After hearing the news, the Southern Army Commander Bai Yefenghua's face became serious. She put down her long legs that were pressed on the desk and sat upright.

Although the desert army was cut off from the front and back, and the tribal nomads with low combat power were not to be feared, the main force of the Saudi Kingdom was not harmed and threatened the tribal army to attack, and there was still the possibility of a comeback.

"Instruct all armies to remain on high alert and be ready to fight at any time."

"The sand bandits are at the end of their rope, we must prevent them from jumping over the wall in a hurry!"

Bai Yefenghua stared forward, her pupils were bright, her voice was sonorous and powerful, and she exuded the aura of a heroic and capable woman.

"Yes!" The intelligence officer saluted heavily, his eyes full of admiration. It is the honor of his life to be able to follow such a young and promising commander.

At the same time, about a hundred kilometers north of the Red Defense Line, tents of various colors stretched for dozens of kilometers.

The campsites are densely packed in the east and west, and the number is extremely staggering.

There were bonfires lit in the open space between the tents, and men, women, and children sat together, cooking in large pots, drinking glasses, singing and dancing, and there was constant laughter and laughter. There was no oppression of being on the battlefield or the imminent war. feel.

If people were in another place, they would have been suffocated by the solemn atmosphere. Only the sand people have such big nerves.

In fact, those born in Dafang State have had to contend with the harsh living environment since birth. Drought, hunger, quicksand, and storms are everywhere.

Born to dance with death and coexist with the sea of ​​sand.

The average life span of the Sand People is the shortest in the world, less than fifty years. Except for the strong and nobles, few Sand People can live beyond the age of forty-five. Therefore, the sand people have a very indifferent and casual attitude towards life and death. Compared with other ethnic groups, they appear to be more short-sighted, happy with grudges, and seizing the day. For the sand people, "having a good time" is more worthwhile than "living a long time". life goal

, also live freely and happily.

Moreover, the resource-poor Dafang Prefecture can feed a very limited population. Once the population grows too fast, widespread famine will occur.

Whenever there is a food shortage, the tribes of the Sand People will rob each other and rob each other of survival resources. This is why the Sand People give other ethnic groups the impression of being "natural robbers."

As early as thousands of years ago, the strategists of Ambergris River proposed that "the sand people are like hyenas. If they breed too much, they will inevitably go out in groups to plunder and harass the borders." Therefore, "every thirty years, heavy troops must be dispatched to patrol." hunting to reduce their numbers." Now that the desert army is attacking, history has already taught us lessons. Due to the existence of the Human Survival Committee, wars between countries have decreased, and the population of the sand people has reached a historical peak. Over the past few decades, the population has exceeded the capacity of Dafang Prefecture.

Ability, going out to rob is almost inevitable.

It is only in the past two decades that the internal conflicts in Longxi River have intensified. The ruling class has focused all its energy on internal struggles and neglected to guard against the outside world, which has led to today's results.

In the next few days, the Sand People tribe continued to gather, and the camp expanded to dozens of kilometers.

As for the gathering of sand people, the Red State did not send any troops to harass it, and it was completely laissez-faire. The two commanders-in-chief of the Red Kingdom, Lei Xi and Bai Ye Fenghua, seemed to have reached some kind of tacit agreement and neither of them sent troops. When the war has developed to this point, victory can be said to be a sure thing. Then the next step is who gnaws the hard bone and who takes it.

It’s about the fruits of victory.

In times of crisis, the North and the South will definitely cooperate sincerely and share the same hatred. But after the crisis is over, a new round of political games will begin.

Chen Xing saw it, but found it difficult to solve this problem. On the one hand, the general's military orders abroad will be subject to certain restrictions, and on the other hand, there are interest groups in the north and the south, and strong intervention may not have good results. And this is a historical issue that spans thousands of years. If there really was a united Red Country, it would have swept the world long ago. This is a problem that the Malan royal family has not been able to solve for dozens of generations, let alone a Prime Minister with a dishonest reputation.

Adult.

At this time, secret orders were transmitted through encrypted radio waves in the Saudi military camp.

"The Rattlesnake Legion changed their clothes and blended into the tribal alliance."

"The Hornet Legion broke into pieces, lurking in the southwest of the war zone, and entered radio silence."

"The three armies of desert anemones, sand flies, and carrion birds work together..."

One side is in full swing, and the other is ready. Just as the world's eyes are focused on the Grass Hills, a potential threat is quietly moving in the Black Death Continent thousands of miles away.

The sky was covered with thick black clouds, purple lightning flashed in the clouds, and there were faint roars.

As the electric light flashed across, the surrounding environment was revealed. The desolate gray land was filled with white mist as thick as rice soup, and the bones of unknown creatures were scattered under the feet, which was terrifying.

Purple lightning flashed across again, and the shadows in the corner moved.

Taking a closer look, it turned out to be a little mouse.

Two small eyes looked around alertly, and a flash of lightning illuminated the path ahead. He kicked off his two hind legs and immediately flew out.

"Zhizhi..."

The little mouse ran wildly for several meters, then suddenly turned at high speed and took a detour.

What blocked it was a huge thing, exuding a strong smell of blood, motionless, and seemed to have been dead for a long time.

In the flickering electric light, the little mouse flashed left and right, as if moving forward in a huge maze.

What makes up the maze is actually the corpses of a large number of mutated creatures.

Looking around, the huge corpses were piled up in a pile, which was shocking. If you observe carefully, you will find that although these corpses are of different ethnic groups, they have one common feature, that is, there is only one fatal wound! Either the head, the heart, or the abdomen are all blood holes as thick as an arm, as if

Dig out the crystal nuclei directly from the body. The little mouse ran wildly among the huge piles of corpses, seeming to want to escape. Suddenly, a huge black shadow fell from the sky. There was a loud "boom" and it hit the ground heavily. The smoke and dust stirred up several battles high, the poor little mouse

It instantly became meat sauce.

"The last set of bioenergy crystals has been collected, and Team 302 begins to return."

A mechanically synthesized female voice came from the sprayed plasma, and then three streams of light flew into the cloudy sky, gradually disappearing into the darkness.

A moment later, a huge engine sound rang out from the dense clouds, and several red lights lit up, like rubies dotting the night sky. They were dazzling, flickering like breathing, alternating light and dark.

As if it stirred the world and destroyed some kind of balance, the purple lightning moved more and more frequently and intensely, making loud crackling noises that were deafening.

A few seconds later, the cloud seemed to be torn open by a pair of big hands, and a huge black object slowly rose.

Under the illumination of purple electric light, the surface of the object emits a faint golden glow. In silence, vast power swept across the world.

As time goes by, black objects gradually fly out of the clouds, as if the gravity of the black hole in the zero zone is useless.

Gradually, the full picture of the UFO was revealed.

It turned out to be a starship carrier!

The ship was extremely huge, spanning several kilometers, covering the sky and the sun, and was comparable to a small city. Looking down from below, there is an unspeakable feeling of suffocation.

At this time, in the bridge of the mothership, the mechanical maids were arranged in a neat square array, with only millimeters between their shoulders.

All the mechanical maids looked towards the highest seat on the west bridge.

"The mothership is fully charged and the third round of plans is launched..."

"Conquer the red earth world and rebuild your homeland..."

"The first step of the third round of the plan is to control the human factory and manufacture combat units..."

"Target, central wilderness!"

The huge starship carrier raised its bow, its body trembled slightly, and surging blue flames shot out from its tail.

"Fierce..." Amidst the deafening sound of the eruption, the giant ship rose into the sky, completely breaking away from the gravity of the black hole in the zero zone, and facing the dazzling sunlight.