I Am the Swarm

If one is bitten by a highly poisonous creature, one only needs to cut off the flesh, or, like the commander, simply cut off a limb, and the way for the poison to continue to spread can be cut off.

However, the injured soldier was not bitten by anything, nor was it as simple as having only one wound. Judging from the thickness of the white mist in the hall, he was equivalent to soaking in a poisonous pool.

So, when the injured soldier's left forearm was cut off by the commander, the medical soldiers hurried forward to bandage him.

I saw that the severed part had already begun to corrode, and the bloody water gushing out from the cut, washing away the frightening scene of rotting flesh and flesh with white bubbles, made the conscripts who were used to life and death a little bit unbearable.

More importantly, he didn't know how to deal with such a wound. As long as he couldn't isolate it from the white mist, no matter what he did, it would be futile.

But in the current situation, trying to isolate the white mist is tantamount to wishful thinking.

The medic turned his head and shook his head at the commander, who also realized this at this moment. He made a gesture of asking for forgiveness unique to the Meto tribe, and then took out the short gun from the back of his waist.

"Bang!", the wounded soldier stopped struggling. The commander took a few steps forward and leaned over to check, trying to find out what was attacking him.

After a while, the commander stood up, but his feet were weak, his body fell back a few steps, and finally he sat down on the ground. He didn't stand up again, just sat there, dazed and silent.

"Hey!" After a long time, he sighed.

What he was most worried about happened. Although the protective clothing has high resistance to poison, it is not immune to toxin. After a long period of corrosion, the defense of the protective clothing was continuously compromised, and eventually it was damaged.

However, the initial damage should not be large, and only a small amount of toxins penetrated into the protective clothing. That's why the soldier reported a pain in his arm.

But as more and more toxins invaded, the pain intensified, and the soldiers couldn't help scratching with their hands. But the protective clothing that has already been damaged cannot withstand this kind of tearing at all. So it was directly torn apart, which completely ruined the soldier's hope of being rescued.

The reason is not complicated. The commander should have thought of it when the soldiers were able to tear off the protective clothing. After all, although this protective suit is not as defensive as the space version of the combat suit, it definitely cannot be torn apart by the brute force of Moto alone.

But all of this has passed, and those who remain will face tough choices.

Everyone's protective clothing is an assembly line product, and the parameters are basically the same. Now that some people's protective clothing has been breached, it will be a matter of time for the rest.

In this room full of poisonous smog, a damaged protective suit means death.

Some Meto soldiers touched the grenade. Although they had made a decision before, they didn't expect to use it so soon. But when it comes to facing death, hesitation is inevitable.

But at this moment, there was a loud "boom", and the whole fortification seemed to shake for a while, followed by several impacts, and then there was the sound of the wall being scraped off.

The tunnel worms dug their way out and returned to the battlefield after taking a turn. The fortifications that are useless to the raiders are just a slightly harder piece of food when facing the tunnel worms.

"Everyone, it's an honor to work with you!" The commander who was sitting on the ground in a daze was awakened by the shock at this moment. He stood up silently and gave a military salute to the soldiers. Then he walked to a position away from the crowd, hesitated for a moment, and then fired a grenade.

In the nearly sealed environment, the sound of the grenade echoed constantly. The soldiers could understand the commander's thoughts and choices, but not all of them could put them into action.

They couldn't evaluate whether this behavior was brave or cowardly, but the commander's behavior still gave many people guidance.

"ah!……"

"boom!"

"..."

Shouts and explosions sounded one after another...

Finally, the wall of the fortification was dug open by the tunnel worm, and a trace of white smoke seeped out from the damage. The raiders, who were already hungry and thirsty, swarmed in against the white mist.

However, in the fortifications, less than half of Moto's soldiers were still alive, and there were traces of explosions, splashed blood, broken limbs and meat paste everywhere. The tragic scene must be marked on the square of the mosaic.

Among the remaining Moto soldiers, a small number of them carried explosives and died with some raiders, while others were resisted and overwhelmed by the swarm.

At this time, on the distant horizon, stars gradually rose, illuminating half of the sky.

When the commander of the space force and the coalition first received the news of the call for help, he didn't pay much attention to it. Unexpectedly, the messages for help came one after another, becoming more and more urgent. When he finally realized the seriousness of the problem and began to gather people to discuss countermeasures, he received the news that the Life Star had almost fallen.

At this time, only one day and night had passed since he received the first message for help.

After hearing the news, Mo Tuo's fleet was suddenly overwhelmed. Before the commander of the coalition forces gave the order, the commander of the fleet issued an order without authorization to recall the fighter unit he belonged to.

After many days of fierce fighting, the coalition fighters suffered heavy losses. As the Moto fighters with the most backward technology, the loss is naturally another tragic one.

But as the host country, they have a huge army base, even if their fighter planes are the worst, there are still tens of millions of them left at this time.

Many fighters forcibly left the battlefield regardless of losses, causing their teammates to curse and complain to the commander of the coalition forces. The Allied Commander encountered the same problem that his colleague, another Allied Commander, Diffek, had encountered.

In the end, he made a compromise and acquiesced to the actions of the commander of the Motuo fleet. After all, at this time, it is a trivial matter for the Motuo fleet to pick up the pick on the spot, and it is not impossible to turn back on the spot.

The Moto fleet commander seemed to have expected that his actions would not be punished. Under his order, many fighter planes returned to the battleship like swallows returning to their nests.

After a round of energy and ammunition replenishment, they were transported back to Life Star by a battleship formation of 3,000 ships.

"Sir, the headquarters asked us why we sent warships to send them back because the Life Stars are within the combat radius of the fighter planes," the adjutant Hui reported.

"Tell them that this will allow the fighter planes to continue to fight for a longer period of time. We must ensure the safety of the Life Star before we are wiped out!"

"Yes, sir."

Moto Fleet Commander looked at the fleet of battleships going away, seriously showing mixed feelings.

Three thousand battleships are dispensable for the main battlefield, but they are also the limit that he can mobilize privately without overly beating the nerves of the headquarters.

In addition to letting the battleship escort the fighter plane back for support, he also ordered to transfer as many people as possible to the battleship. After that, he will find various reasons to delay and prevent the formation from returning to the battlefield. Once the main battlefield is defeated, the formation will retreat directly.