I Am the Swarm

"Everyone retreat, retreat into the fortification!" Realizing the terrifying power of these orange balls, the commander hurriedly ordered.

It was not a good idea to retreat into the fortifications, but the commander would not have given such an order if there were other alternatives. Because although the fortification has stronger protection, but also because of this strong defense, the vision inside the fortification is very poor. And there are not many shooting positions, so it is impossible for everyone to have a position to attack.

The most important thing is that once you retreat into the fortifications, it means cutting off all other retreats, and you can only stick to one way.

However, the number of the Zerg race is unknown, and their abilities are strange. They have no hope of winning. Doing so is only delaying the time of death.

But at this time, the best time to transfer has been lost. Without air supremacy, even if they retreat, they will be exposed to the firepower of these hateful flying insects. Once the protective clothing is breached, it will be their perishing time.

From this point of view, both roads are dead ends. If you can retreat into the fortifications, you should be able to last longer.

"Ask for support, send the video of this flying insect to them, and tell them that we can't last long. If you still want this outpost, send support immediately!"

Under the cover of flamethrowers, Moto soldiers began to retreat into the fortification one by one. Although the flamethrower has a short range, it is a defensive weapon. It is extremely lethal to the cannon fodder units of the swarm, and effectively prevents the raiders from taking advantage of the fire.

But accidents always happen inadvertently. A Moto soldier backed up and shot. Unexpectedly, although the construction of the outpost did not cut corners, only ordinary materials were used. Even firearms using special alloys cannot resist the erosion of Zerg toxins, let alone these ordinary building materials.

Therefore, before they knew it, potholes had already been corroded on the ground. The soldier didn't pay attention, his heel stepped into a pit, and his body suddenly lost his balance. Caught off guard, he didn't let go of the trigger. While falling on his back, he instinctively turned sideways to use his arms for support, but the muzzle of the gun turned accordingly, and directly hit the fire-breathing soldier next to him from behind.

The fuel tank on the Pyro's back was shattered, and the soldier himself fell to the ground. Fortunately, the flamethrower uses fuel and oxidant contained separately, even if the container is broken, it does not cause an explosion. But the Mutuo soldier didn't get up again.

"Be careful!" The commander not far away keenly caught the accident here. Although his eyes were tearing, he didn't have time to investigate the responsibility of the soldier at this moment.

It's just that there is no suppression of the fire-breathing soldiers, and the raiders rushed up immediately. The soldier who mistakenly hit his teammate came back to his senses, yelled and cursed a few times, got up, and ran quickly to the side of the fallen flamethrower.

The fire-breathing soldier lay on the ground, and the soldier pulled down the damaged fuel tank. The fire-breathing soldier's back was already soaked in an unknown liquid. Several wounds from the energy beam were burned into black charcoal, which was extremely hideous and smelled like meat.

"Hey! How's it going? Wake up!" Although he probably guessed the result in his heart, the soldier still shook his comrades unwillingly, but no matter how much he called, his teammates didn't move at all.

At this moment, a raider had already taken the opportunity to approach, a swoop landed on the soldier's back, raised its jointed limbs, and stabbed at the back of the soldier's head. At the critical moment, the soldier turned his head to avoid the blow, and his limbs were pierced into protective clothing, leaving a scar on his ear.

But at this moment, he was extremely guilty and angry, causing his adrenaline to soar, his gums were congested, his ears were ringing, his voice seemed to leave him, and so did his pain.

His left hand suddenly reached for the back right shoulder, grabbed a joint limb of the assailant, and pulled it hard, trying to pull it off. But the raider's other jointed limbs firmly grasped his back, and had pierced into the protective suit and inserted into his body. Blood flows out from the gap between the joint limbs and the skin.

But he didn't feel the slightest pain. With a roar, he stretched out his right hand to his shoulder and pulled hard with both hands. After all, the Raider is a reduced version of cannon fodder, and the material used is rough. It did not withstand the pull and was dragged down. The soldier roared again, and with his right hand, he grabbed a few jointed limbs on the attacker's side, and then slammed it hard on the ground.

Burst!

The raider was smashed to pieces, bodily fluids splashed all around, and he couldn't die any more.

However, this soldier was not without cost, because the assailant's jointed limb had already been inserted into his muscle just now. There are claws in front of the limbs, hooking these muscles from the inside. Therefore, when the raider was dragged down, he also tore off several large pieces of meat from the soldier.

This kind of pain, even the soldier whose pain sensory nerve was paralyzed by adrenaline, twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.

But raiders don't fight alone, the meaning of cannon fodder lies in quantity, so when the soldiers just finished venting their anger, more raiders have already rushed forward.

The slip just now caused his ankle to be sprained, and even if he didn't feel any pain, he still had trouble walking. He looked back to the entrance of the fortification and saw his comrades waving to him. There seemed to be a call from the communicator, but the ringing in his ears made it impossible for him to hear what it was.

He looked back at the raider who rushed over, as if he had made some kind of decision in his heart. He lowered his head and hugged the broken fuel tank in his arms, and at the same time took out two grenades from his waist.

He bit off the pull ring fiercely, his bloodshot eyes widened, and he roared angrily: "Go to hell, damn bug!" Immediately afterwards, he swooped and rushed into the swarm of bugs.

"Boom! Boom!" The two loud noises were almost indistinguishable. Although the fuel tanks were isolated, the two high-explosive grenades still ignited them. The fire spread all over the ground, blocking the raiders again.

The commander watched all this from a distance, and sighed with complicated emotions, all kinds of feelings lingered in his heart.

After the other soldiers paid attention to their feet, the accident did not happen again. Except for a few who ran slowly and were overwhelmed by the swarm, the rest successfully retreated into the fortification.

The cannon fodder version of the worm has no choice but to use the solid and thick fortifications for the time being. It wants to break in from the lookout opening, shooting opening, etc., but is also repelled by the Motuo tribe.

The situation fell into a stalemate.

The interior of the fortification is very large, and it doesn't look crowded when all the soldiers retreat into it. The headlights all over the roof illuminate the interior of the house clearly. The professionalism of Moto's soldiers is still good. They found their own positions, occupied various lookout ports and shooting ports, and sniped the rushing Zerg.

The rest of the soldiers lay down on the ground to rest, and everyone remained silent. In the quiet space, only the corrosive sound of "Zi La" was extremely clear.

White smoke rose up, and after a while, the house was already smoky.