too late, organism

The cat car sent a communication request to the group leader far away in the empire.

[RUA!Say something quickly!I still have three hundred and two tasks waiting to be processed. 】

After the communication was connected, the loud and masculine voice of the group leader sounded, but I don't know if it was an illusion, Maoche seemed to hear someone asking the group leader if he was ashamed.

【Merry Christmas, group leader.One Imperial Defense Force-class destroyer has officially entered service, and construction of four more ships has already begun. Are you happy?How many ships are you going to build and go to trouble the Zenors? 】

[Mode! ... RUA!There is no rush for this matter, Weishen is already doing things in the native land of the Zinor people, and we can wait until we are fully prepared. I don’t want the Zinor people singing "Zinor will never perish" or "Qiusha" and We fought until the last soldier. The upper level thought the lower level was a traitor, and the lower level thought that the upper level was traitorous. Even the vending machines were leading the way. This is the loudest thing. 】

[The group leader is mighty, but at the beginning it was three months, three months later it was three months, and it has been more than a year in a blink of an eye Brother, when can I go back to my hometown, I am starting to miss my chair in the engineering school up. 】

[RUA!Zenoer hasn't settled yet, what chairs are we talking about!Next time I'll send all the chairs from the School of Engineering to you, and you can pick them yourself.Hang up, there are still a lot of things to do, you should think about some good things over there, the Zenor people are planning to build a battle line, you can only build expulsion, shame on you! 】

【Hello!Talk about the Basic Law!wipe!Bye……】

After Maoche found that the communication was cut off by the group owner, he also turned his attention back to the regular visual module of the viewfinder.

But the Zenors have started to study battleships?There is something about these octopuses... Almost all the human things in the Koprulu sector have been sampled. It seems that it is time to contact the protoss to see if they can get the technology for building large ships...

Just when Maoche began to think about how to not follow the basic law and dedicate a big ship to the empire, other people in the Koprulu sector were also celebrating Christmas.

Thor II, Morian Consortium-controlled area, Lana Base

After annihilating the Tyrannian Federation Army that raided the logistics base two months ago, the 404th Heavy Equipment Battalion was like a firefighter, busy on various battlefields to seal the loopholes in the front line, and sent the Tyrannian Federation Army that broke through the defense line from the defense line. expelled from.

At the busiest time, they even launched an attack on the Tyrann Federation Army that broke through the defense line at three different locations on the front line within a week.

During that week, almost no one in the entire 404 Reloading Battalion could sleep for more than 4 hours, even eating and sleeping were done in their own vehicles.

The only thing to be thankful for is the ventilation technology and biotechnology of this era, so that their tanks will not become the same smelly flea nests as their predecessors who fought in the mud hundreds of years ago.

It was not until a week ago that the exhausted 404th Independent Reloaded Battalion was allowed to retreat to the Lana base behind the front line to rest.

As the number one elite unit deployed on Thor II by the Morian Federation, the 404th Independent Heavy Battalion, which has been fighting in various places, is located in most of the Morian Federation bases on Thor II, and a small half of the bases of the Tyrannian Federation Army. All rested.

Among them, the 404th Independent Reloading Battalion feels the most intimate is the Lana base, which is the base where they were first deployed to Thor II.

However, the current Lana Base made the 404th Heavy Equipment Battalion feel a little strange. The barracks that were originally overcrowded now only had the troops of the 404th Heavy Equipment Battalion and the two battalions of recruits who had just been transferred to Thor II.

This made the Lana base, which accommodated at most three divisions, look a bit empty.

But it also makes it easier for some people to do things that they don't want to be seen in inconspicuous places.

"Grass! NM! Federation!"

"Grass! NMD! Tanzania!"

"Grass! NDY! IRS!"

In an empty barracks in the camp area, Xiao Ai was wearing his thick mechanic gloves, beating a fuel barrel hanging on the beam that looked like it had been chewed.

Two hours ago, it was a whole, beautiful, freshly unloaded barrel.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The fists were pounding on the innocent fuel barrel, as if the barrel had done something terribly wrong.

"collapse!"

With a bang, Xiao Ai's fist pierced through the wall of the barrel, making that poor fuel barrel completely lose its value as a container.

"Clap~Clap~Clap~"

In the empty barracks, crisp applause resounded.

Looking back and seeing Lao Pan leaning against the door frame of the barracks and applauding, Xiao Ai suddenly had the illusion of being caught by his girlfriend when he was generating electricity by himself.

"what's up."

Xiao Ai, pretending to be calm, walked towards Lao Pan while unfastening the mechanic gloves on his hands.

"Old Sun and the others got a leg of beef from the warehouse and prepared to stew it as the main course of the Christmas dinner. Now they are looking for you, a three-generation single-handed chef, all over the base."

Lao Pan looked at the hanging one that was still shaking, and seemed to say that this was the prisoner who destroyed the property of the guards, so he quickly grabbed him and handed him over to the fuel barrel of the military police and shook his head.

"I didn't expect you to fuck the barrel here, even if it's your taste... this is really..."

"Get lost! I'll let you know what a barrel is after dinner..."

After Xiaoai stuffed the maintenance gloves into the butt pocket of his trousers, he put his arms around Lao Pan's waist and walked away.

"There is a small umbrella in the supply this time, don't be cowardly tonight!"

"Double little umbrellas! I have to let you know how powerful it is, so don't be cowardly!"

Xiao Ai and Lao Pan gradually went away, and there was only one broken bucket still spinning in the barracks, which seemed to say, "Come and save me, I can do it again..."

Tor II, 1434 kilometers away from Nora Camp, Tyrann Federation Controlled Area, [-] Temporary Camp.

"Merry Christmas! Brats!"

Wearing only a combat uniform with a medal of valor pinned to his chest and no power armor, Mengsk jumped onto the turret of the siege tank, stepped on the barrel and raised a beer in his hand to a battalion of soldiers gathered near the tank.

The beer just taken out of the freezer was still steaming, and the tables in the open space around the tank were filled with roast turkey, pizza, French fries, etc., as if they had come to Keha IV Same as in the cafeteria.

"Merry Christmas! Battalion Commander!"

The soldiers gathered here also raised all kinds of drinks in their hands to Mengsk.

When everyone finished their drinks with their heads up, Mengsk threw the empty beer bottle beside the tank and took out a silver flagon from his pocket, just like the one he always got from It's like taking out cigars and other luxury goods from that pocket.

"Here, I want to briefly say two things."

Mengsk took out a stack of papers from his arms, cleared his throat, and made a posture that he was about to publish a long speech.

"Oh……"

The Marines, who had been starving for the food on the table for a while, suddenly let out howls.

"the first thing."

Mengsk didn't seem to hear the wailing of the marines.

"Everyone, you must eat happily and play well today!"

Mengsk flipped a page of white paper in his hand.

"The second thing, if you don't do the first thing, you will be responsible for cleaning up the place tomorrow! That's all I'm going to say."

"Long live the battalion commander!"

"Let's party, brats!"

After Mengsk jumped off the tank, he pressed the player placed on the tank's tracks, and the dance music that was popular on Keha suddenly rang.

"Boss, is it okay for us to do this?"

Beside the tank, the Master Chief, with the battle wound medal pinned to his chest, asked Mengsk, who was stuffing the flagon back into his military uniform.

"what do you mean?"

The Master Chief raised his chin at the reveling Marines.

"The headquarters will launch a Christmas offensive tonight. Is it really okay for us to do this?"

"Relax buddy."

Mengsk patted the Master Chief on the shoulder.

"They're going to kick Morian's ass just in time for us to eat their Christmas dinner."

Mengsk looked back at the carousing Marines.

"The command will not send us on the field so soon, it is not time for us to play."

At the same time, it is far away from the Koprulu star region beyond counting distances.

Zinor Consolidated Group, Mother Galaxy, Tejas-Space Station

【Director, we held a press conference yesterday, announcing that the four cruisers in the [-] plan have officially started construction. 】

Baji Deathhead frowned as he watched the four cruisers under construction in the shipyard.

【cruiser?I remember I want a battleship! 】

[But director, our current technology cannot build battleships, and our materials and structures cannot support us to build such huge ships. 】

While wiping the sweat from his brow, the chief designer of the Brilliant Shipyard explained to Baji Dead Skull

【That's your business! 】

Baji Deathhead turned around and grabbed the man's collar with his tentacles, threateningly showing the mouthparts and barbs in the tentacles to the chief designer of the shipyard.

[What I want is a battleship!Battleship!do you understand?The inner space department has started construction on seven cruisers at the same time, even if they just laid the keel, nothing has been moved!That's seven cruisers too!So I don't care what means you use!I want to see that my battleship has been built before the end of the week!do you understand? 】

Baji Deathskull let go of the collar of the chief designer of the shipyard.

[But existing technology...]

[I don't care about technology!All I want is a battleship!war!List!ship!If you can't do it, I can place the order to other shipyards. If it's just cruisers, why should I look for you? 】

Baji stared into the eyes of the chief designer of the shipyard, then put his head into the ear of the chief designer of the shipyard and whispered.

[I need the battleship to fight for more sales, to get the position of chairman of the company, you need to take this order, to win the betting agreement with Zenoer Bank, neither of us really wants to be together ship, do you understand me when I say that? 】

[Understood, understood. 】

The chief designer of the shipyard kept nodding after Baji Deathhead retracted his head.

[I will come up with the design plan the day after tomorrow, and I will hold a press conference again this Sunday at the latest to announce that the construction of the first battleship of the Zinol United Group has begun. 】

[Very well, this is the spirit that a Zenor should have. 】

Baji Deathhead patted the shoulder of the chief designer of the shipyard with his tentacles.

Verse 44 41 After I have spoken, who is for and who is against

Under the ground of the Zinol home planet, there is an area that is difficult to control even for the Zinol United Group.

Those who know it usually call it the Dead Wastes, and in the official files of the Zenor Consolidated it is called the Old Hive.

From the time when the Zenor people were still in a divided government and could self-destruct with nuclear weapons at any time, these underground facilities called shelters began to be constructed.

When the Zenores completed the construction of the coalition government, these facilities were briefly abandoned, and only a small part of them was converted into a museum as a historical symbol of the Zenore division.

After waiting for the Zenoer United Group to start expanding, many poor people chose to live in these underground buildings because of the expensive land prices, and the keen Zenoer United Group has also acquired part of the ownership of the shelter in the name of improving living conditions. On the basis of these shelters that have been in disrepair for a long time, the underground city has begun to be built.

Competitors of the Zinol United Group also began to follow suit, so by the time the Zinol United Group began to take over the regime, these underground cities had become existences that even the best engineers could not figure out the specific situation.

The tunnels dug by the poor, the maintenance tunnels connected to the abandoned subway lines, the unfinished areas of bankrupt real estate companies, and the defense facilities that do not exist in any files together form the underground area of ​​​​Zinor's home planet.

After the death of the President, the survivors of the defensive battle initially formed the Restoration Army in this area.

However, the Zenoer United Group, which was determined to completely eradicate the Restoration Army, discovered that the Restoration Army was underground at the home planet, and mobilized the dead skull mercenaries to encircle and suppress the possible part of the Restoration Army.

However, it is different from the ground battlefield, which has an orbital advantage and can call warships on orbit for firepower or military support at any time.

In the battle of the old hive city, the poor people in the Restoration Army, who were familiar with the terrain of the old hive city, took advantage of the special environment of the old hive city and repeatedly defeated the well-equipped dead skull mercenaries.

He even killed the then chairman of the Death Skull Security Company, Chi Chi Death Skull, in the fourth siege.

The Restoration Army, which had obtained a large amount of advanced equipment, even infiltrated into the vicinity of the headquarters of the Zinol United Group through the sewers, and launched a surprise attack on the headquarters of the Zinol United Group.

Although the raid had just begun, it was discovered by the warships of the Zinor United Group staying in orbit before it even got close to the outposts deployed on the outskirts, and it failed in the intensive orbital bombing.

This failed raid still stimulated the senior management of the Zinol United Group. As a revenge for this operation, the Zinol United Group did not organize the fifth siege.

Instead, they withdrew all middle-level and above employees they considered reliable from the old hive, and then permanently closed all the entrances and exits of the old hive, and cut off the energy supply and ventilation systems, and poured them into the old hive. Poison gas.

No one knows exactly how many people in the old hive died in the gas that day, and how many died of asphyxiation.

After that, the old hive became a dead place.

But today, in the depths of the old hive, amidst the moss-covered bones, a light was lit again in a hut with the old flag of the Zenor Republic.

In the great hall of the hut, behind a round table sat an elderly female Zenor.

She is very old, and the ruthless years have taken away too much from her. The originally bright and flexible skin has become pale and dry, looking like those ancient tombs excavated from ancient tombs in the museum. Like a corpse.

Numerous pipes fixed her and her wheelchair together, just like layers of chains tied the old man to this wheelchair. In fact, it was these machines on the wheelchair that were struggling to maintain this old man. old man's life.

Even though her body is like a candle in the wind, she can barely maintain her basic vital signs by relying on the machine, but through the substantial flames in her eyes, it can be seen that she has not bowed to the years, even if her body is bound in In this sad wheelchair, the soul that could not restrain her continued to emit fiery light.

[General. 】