My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

East.

Located in the central camp of the royal family 2,500 kilometers away from the checkpoint.

The news of the First Corps' tragic defeat was transmitted back, and the morale of the alien race, which had been boosted by a desperate struggle, was immediately hit hard again, and fell back to a level only slightly higher than before.

The huge and exaggerated war damage figures made the entire alien camp seem to be shrouded in a layer of haze, and the originally noisy camp seemed to be even more quiet and depressing.

Outside the camp, patrolmen wearing heavy armor patrolled listlessly around, their eyes full of confusion and fear.

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No matter how hard they thought, they couldn't figure it out. Even if the development of mankind this time was relatively smooth, it would not take only four years to gain such a huge advantage, right?

Take the First Corps for example. They had a nearly tenfold advantage in numbers, but they didn't even touch the corner of the enemy's clothes. At least four-fifths of the dead aliens fell on the way to charge, and they couldn't break through the dense bullet defense line.

In this situation, what's the use of having more people?

It just makes the number of casualties even uglier.

Thinking of this, the patrolmen even felt that there was no hope of winning this war at all. If they couldn't get the help of the ancestor god, they might be defeated by the human new star corps before they had time to surround and kill Su Mo.

In the tent with the marks of the five royal families in the central camp.

Curse Tiger's face was uncertain, standing in front of the huge sand table, with a detailed battle report floating in front of him.

It recorded the entire situation of the First Corps from ambush to appearance, from fighting to fierce battle, and finally helpless defeat.

Unlike the huge gap passed down by the patrolmen, the numbers on this battle report were much better. The aliens caused nearly 30,000 casualties to humans.

However, it was this number that made Zhuhu even more disappointed.

Having dealt with humans too many times, he knew very well that this number could not be true. It was the alien leader who commanded the First Corps who was falsifying it.

If the advance corps really had 30,000 casualties, then this group of lunatics would never miss the opportunity to pursue the First Corps.

And now, this group of people only chased less than five kilometers and immediately returned, as if they had won a victory.

"Nine times the number of people, a completely crushing combat style..."

"This is a huge difference from the past!"

Many aliens that the five ancestors threw into the Giant Mountain Star Region were cannon fodder and sacrifices, but the royal family and some important alien leaders were not.

Their memories will be archived in real time in the outside world. After a game is over, these memories will immediately enter the prepared body for an alternative resurrection.

Of course, from the perspective of human ethics, this kind of resurrection of inherited memory is not a real "resurrection".

But from the perspective of the aliens, this method is their only way to become a god.

Through the continuous inheritance of memory, the cultivation speed at the low level is getting faster and faster.

For example, the five royal families of the past have inherited the experience of sixteen games, which made it take four years to complete the first stage of alien cultivation.

However, at this time, compared with the memories in his mind, the shock in the eyes of the curse tiger became more and more intense.

Their cultivation speed is getting faster because they have inherited the previous memories.

But what about humans? How can they rebuild the industrial system and restore technology so quickly?

Counting the recent times, even the Yan country, which caused the most trouble to the aliens, took them nearly twenty years to recover to the current level!

Now it has suddenly shortened by five times, which makes the inheritance of alien memories a joke.

"No, these are all changes brought by Su Mo. What those previous games lacked was a person like Su Mo. It was him, it must be him!"

Curse Tiger said to himself, frowning tightly.

Originally, it was thought that with the strength of the First Corps, even if it could not defeat the human advance corps in one fell swoop like the previous massacre of the guerrilla corps, it could still hold it back and buy enough time for subsequent actions.

But now, the disastrous defeat of the First Corps completely disrupted the aliens' momentum, which forced Zhuhu to re-examine the entire plan.

Mr. Song in the next tent was also shocked.

Like Zhuhu, he did not believe the so-called 30,000 human casualties in the battle report.

What a joke?

That was composed of the most elite veterans of the Nova Corps. If 30,000 people really died, the aliens could call it a great victory even if they paid a price of 500,000!

But it was meaningless to say this now. In his expectation, the First Corps, the most powerful alien combat force, could at least stop the human advance corps for three to five days. Now it seems that the previous rape incident still had a profound impact and directly led to the current disastrous defeat.

According to the analysis of the battle report, at least 40,000 of the 56,000 squads in the First Corps did not follow the marching plan he issued, but blindly adopted the old way of the past, relying on instinct and sense of smell to fight.

To put it more bluntly, it is a suicide squad charge. As long as it can disrupt the human formation, it can easily form a breakthrough and cause huge casualties.

It's a pity that if instinct can get an advantage, how could the alien race fall into such a situation today?

The plan failed, and Mr. Song paced back and forth in the tent, thinking in his heart.

The defeat of the First Corps only disrupted part of the plan, and had little impact on the overall plan. As long as it could continue to operate, there might be a chance to turn the tables.

What really worried him was that after just regaining trust, would Curse Tiger take back the trust because of the defeat of the First Corps?

Would the other four of the five royal families punish him because of the defeat?

Without the opportunity to operate the remaining plans, no matter how detailed they were, it would be useless. Mr. Song was not the one in charge of the alien race now.

However, just as Mr. Song was thinking about the next arrangements, Curse Tiger suddenly floated in, exuding a strong black plague aura.

Mr. Song's heart jumped suddenly, and then he found that Curse Tiger's face was not angry or gloomy, but with a few excitement, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Could it be that because of the false 30,000 casualties, Curse Tiger didn't take it seriously?

"Master Curse Tiger..."

"Mr. Song, this time God really helped my race!"

Curse Tiger's face was excited, in sharp contrast to the previous gloom.

Mr. Song was slightly stunned. Seeing Zhuhu's excitement, he had to follow his tone and asked tentatively: "God's help?"

"Yes, it's God's help!"

Zhuhu couldn't help but laugh. Half an hour ago, he was still considering whether to continue to implement the plan set by Mr. Song.

But now, with the news sent back by the spikes planted in the human race, all the unnecessary considerations disappeared.

"The spikes we arranged in the front-line team finally sent back the news. It's really God's help. If it weren't for this disastrous defeat, the spikes would never have been able to take the position so easily. Our plan... is smoother than we imagined!"

Nail!

Mr. Song was slightly shocked. He had heard about the aliens planting spies in the human race, but he didn't know the specific list of personnel from beginning to end.

Only the five royal families knew the specific list, and only they were qualified to mobilize these spikes to perform tasks.

Therefore, Mr. Song simply excluded this uncertain link in the previous plan. Now it seems that there is a variable?

Mr. Song pondered and asked softly, "Master Zhuhu, do you have any important news?"

"Of course!" Zhuhu said without hesitation, "They have successfully infiltrated the interior of the human Nova Corps and learned all their next combat plans. It is almost the same as we expected. The Nova Corps is indeed advancing rapidly now. They want to take advantage of this wave of our hunting of Su Mo to distract attention and take the opportunity to win."

After speaking, Zhuhu gently tapped the air in front of him, and countless illusory characters condensed, and then formed a document that can be read by humans.

Mr. Song took it, glanced at it, and his face suddenly changed.

Just looking at the plan at the beginning, this familiar and strong combat style, he can be 100% sure that this combat plan is absolutely true, not something that the alien race can make up.

"We attack the Baiduan Mountains, and they want to attack Mingsha Valley with a large army, drive straight in and destroy our rear material transportation routes..."

Mr. Song walked to the map and looked at it carefully for a long time. His fingers ran along the mountains, rivers, passes and roads on the map one by one, as if he wanted to find the key to breaking the deadlock from countless complex lines.

At first glance, it seems strange to give up the Baiduan Mountains and give up rescuing Su Mo.

But if you think about it from another perspective, if he is the commander of the New Star Corps, he will not put too much energy on the Baiduan Mountains.

First, the aliens may not be able to keep Su Mo.

Second, the New Star Corps has an obvious disadvantage in numbers, and a head-on confrontation is obviously not the best choice.

Third, the defense of Mingsha Valley is indeed empty now. If it really encounters the main attack of humans, it will be quickly broken through, causing the transportation route to be threatened.

"This intelligence is true. They have our spies in their ranks, and we must have their spies in our ranks. The lack of troops in Mingsha Valley must have been spread by these spies. I suggest that the First Corps return to defend here. Although they have suffered heavy losses now, they are more familiar with the battlefield than our other corps."

"With the help of the unique terrain of Mingsha Valley, it is difficult for human weapons to form a scale advantage here. We can let them pretend to gather in some dangerous places on the front line and pretend to be ready for a counterattack. In this way, we can not only give humans the illusion that we are going to defend Mingsha Valley to the death, but also attract their attention."

After hearing this, Zhuhu frowned slightly and thought for a moment.

"Mr. Song, the remnants of the First Corps are in low morale. Let them do this. Can they complete the task?"

Although this matter turned out to be a blessing in disguise, it made the plan more smoothly.

But the combat effectiveness of the First Corps has been tested in this battle, and it is no match for humans at all.

"We need to make some arrangements. If Lord Zhuhu doesn't mind, I hope you can come forward and tell them that this is an important mission related to the survival of the entire alien race. As long as they can complete it well, not only will their previous defeats be forgiven, but they will also receive generous rewards."

"And we don't need them to defend Mingsha Valley. As long as they can delay time and divert the attention of those commanders, that will be enough."

"Hmm..."

Zhuhu fell into deep thought.

According to what Mr. Song meant, wouldn't it mean to transfer these people over and turn them into cannon fodder?

Thinking of the false losses in the battle report, Zhuhu nodded slightly, "Okay, then give them a chance to redeem themselves, but in order to prevent accidents, I think it would be better for us to transfer some more people."

"That's fine, transfer from the Third Corps and the Fifth Corps. There are a large number of city beast soldiers in these two corps, and their combat effectiveness is very strong. Even if the First Corps is defeated, they can still control the situation. To be on the safe side, we can also transfer another 10 million new soldiers from the rear, which should be more than enough to guard Mingsha Valley."

"Okay, I'll arrange it later."

The two discussed the issue of troop transfers for a long time.

There are nails inside both sides, so when making plans, they must dig pits in advance and set up a false formation, so as to deceive the other party.

Mr. Song also doubted the authenticity of this information, but no matter how false it is, the two sides will definitely open up the front and fight a bloody battle.

And Mingsha Valley is the best choice.

The two sides must get angry, and then they can continue to dig pits and act, and continue to calculate the other side.

Otherwise, if one side chooses to withdraw early, the drama will not go on.

Soon, as time went by, the entire alien camp began to get busy.

Each corps carried out the withdrawal, assembly and deployment of troops in an orderly manner according to the plan.

The aliens in the logistics department allocated supplies day and night and transported a large amount of supplies to Mingsha Valley.

On the front line, the remnants of the First Corps also began to regroup under the call of Curse Tiger.

Although many aliens still had the shadow of failure in their hearts, they still tried to cheer up and stationed in Mingsha Valley for defense under the temptation of generous rewards and the motivation of making meritorious contributions.

The city beast soldiers of the mixed third and fifth corps, the Mingsha Valley, which is about 95 kilometers long and 24 kilometers wide, has a garrison of 14.2 million.

If it weren't for the special terrain of Mingsha Valley and the large number of garrisons under the ground, so many people piled in, a missile should be able to take away hundreds of thousands of people at will.

"The fish has taken the bait, but there will still be a tough battle ahead."

The news of the alien mobilization was sent back to the front line.

Sudben flipped through the detailed intelligence, and a serious look flashed in his eyes.

A tough battle means a lot of sacrifices.

The aliens can use the First Legion as cannon fodder, and can also use 10 million aliens who were previously engaged in production as new recruits as cannon fodder, not caring about their lives, just to keep the show going.

But humans can't do that. They are all flesh and blood. No matter which legion is chosen to go to fight, the result will be cruel and unacceptable.

Some people are willing to sacrifice their lives for humans, but no one is willing to be cannon fodder for the show.

Unless.

"Now it's urgent, mobilize the real world to come over, the last battle, we don't need to hide anymore."

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