I Am the Swarm

"Send the wounded back to the base first, see what's going on with them, pay attention to isolation!" At the end of the meeting, Massai said. Let's first see if there is any possibility of these rescued people surviving. If they have no possibility of surviving, these troubles will naturally be solved now.

An elite medical team was dispatched, took off from the orbiting warship, penetrated the atmosphere, and landed at the Cross base.

Hours later, a report appeared before the commanders.

The report shows that there is a peculiar toxin in the body of the rescued person. This toxin can not only paralyze the nerve center, block nerve signals, and even act as a preservative.

After being injected with this toxin, the recipient's consciousness is still awake, but the body has already entered a dormant state, the body's functions have almost stopped functioning, and the consumption has also been reduced a lot.

This is also the reason why the rescued people are still "fresh" without eating or drinking for many days.

Regarding this, the experts of the medical team called it unbelievable, shouting that if Riken Star had discovered this toxin in the first place, it would have saved a lot of detours in the research of space dormancy medicine.

But even so, this toxin still has great research value.

"So, this is just an anesthetic, and it is not fatal to living things? After the effect of the drug wears off, just recuperate?" In the video conference, a captain said. At the same time, he thought to himself, this is really not good news.

Because of the expedition of the Ricken tribe this time, all the fleet commanders actually have more or less various relationships behind them. Consortiums, families, allies, etc. can be said to be a coalition.

And there is one ground base, which belongs to his faction.

If rescue is needed, he will inevitably send troops, and under the circumstances that the current military strength cannot be replenished, the amount of troops in hand represents the right to speak.

And the right to speak is related to how much the cake can be divided after the alien race is eliminated.

Naturally, he didn't want to suffer a major loss to his troops, as the Zerg Crypt was a bottomless pit that swallowed people.

"So, what is the duration of this anesthetic?" A staff officer thought differently, if the captured patrol members can last longer, then they can also designate some more secure plans based on this.

"If you inject it every seven days, you can maintain this state for several months." The medical expert in charge of the explanation said, but before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, he continued to add: "But it is difficult for the Zerg to store food for such a long time." , after all, they captured 210 team members in the captured lair this time."

The expert's words are not finished, but the meaning is self-evident, 210 was missing, 112 was found, where did the rest go? If these people continue to procrastinate, the surviving ratio of the missing team members in other crypts will continue to decrease.

General Masai coughed twice, and ended the topic: "Then, let's discuss how to rescue those patrol members. Dr. Balter, how is your research going? Is there any information you can provide for this operation? The result of the help?"

"General, the time is too short. We don't have much clue about the pheromone research of the Zerg yet." Seeing General Massai's frown, Barter hurriedly continued: "However, we still have some results. We We set up several experimental chambers, put the captured raiders in them, and let them communicate between them. And we recorded the sound of body rubbing when they communicated through the equipment."

"Have you figured out the meaning of these voices?" A captain asked in surprise.

"Of course, not yet." Dr. Balter gasped.

The captain held back the sentence that MMP didn't know what to say.

Just listen to Dr. Balter continue: "Although we haven't analyzed the meaning, we have obtained some new audio by splitting and reorganizing these audios."

"Then what's the use?" asked one of the captains.

"Each syllable of these sounds has its meaning, and when they are connected together, it is a complete piece of information. And when we disrupt it, it is like reassembling a piece of text. When the Zerg hears these sounds, they may recognize every word, But what the hell does it feel like to be together." After he finished explaining, he added in a low voice: "Probably, maybe so."

"..." Everyone felt unreliable.

Seeing that everyone was a little disappointed, Dr. Barter hurriedly said: "This is mainly because of too little time, but the audio we made is still somewhat effective. We played it to the raiders, and they became obviously agitated. If it weren't for them still having pheromone identification, I'm afraid they would fight each other."

"So, for this, we made another small prop. You can understand it as a toxin. The space after it is sprayed can effectively hinder the spread of pheromones. At the same time, it can also interfere with the nervous system of the Zerg and inhibit the choline ester Enzymes will make the Zerg continue to be extremely excited, overstimulated, and eventually die, but this time will be a little longer."

"How long?" a staff officer asked.

"After our experiments, it took about a few hours."

"..." The fight took place in the blink of an eye, and within a few hours, everything was cold.

However, this potion, just because it can effectively hinder the communication of the Zerg, is worth deploying in troops.

"So is it troublesome to prepare?" asked another staff officer.

"This is exactly the problem. At present, this drug is only a laboratory product, and there is still a long way to go before mass production. It's not that the production process is particularly troublesome, but we lack the corresponding production equipment."

Then you talk about it for a long time here, wasting time, and everyone cursed inwardly. The rescue operation is about to begin, and it seems that this thing will not be needed.

"Ahem." General Massai coughed twice, and said, "Dr. Barter, do you have anything else to add?"

His original intention was to give Barthes a step, but unexpectedly Barthes nodded and continued, "There are indeed some."

General Massai was speechless: "Please speak."

"Our discovery in the depths of the crypt this time shows that the Zerg has a kind of bug that can produce white filaments. We temporarily call it a weaver. Before that, we speculated that the Zerg is a race of subdivided functions, good at Raiders who fight head-on, diggers who are good at digging holes, and assassins who are good at sneak attacks."

"And the paralyzing toxin in the survivors is most likely the toxin possessed by the assassin. The underground granary needs at least the maintenance of two kinds of bugs, the assassin and the weaver. Of course, they may also be a kind of bug."

"With the scale of that granary, it takes a lot of bugs to maintain it, but when our team members entered there, they didn't find anything. You know, the only bug we have been eradicating before is the raider. Then, Where did the other bugs go?"

"There are still a lot of passages behind the granary. Because of the need for rescue, our people just blocked it and didn't go to explore it. Maybe they are in those passages." Kloss continued. The battlefield is located near the base under her jurisdiction, where she has the most people, so she knows the situation there best.

Dr. Balter shook his head and said, "What I want to talk about is not where they are hiding, but their behavior."