The war is still going on, three days, and the offensives of the alien races maintain extremely high intensity.

General Yang is right, the demon, the ruler of the alien race, basically does not care about the lives of other alien races. With the performance of these alien races, it seems that they are just to destroy all of their hundreds of thousands of troops.

Bruce and others were also shocked. Although they read many battle records, they accepted the more traditional military command theory in the school. They used their own theories to deduce and predict, and found that the actions of the alien race were almost contrary to the theory.

After this battle, they also understood the difference between using alien races as their opponents and using humans as their opponents.

These alien cubs are attacking completely with the same fighting style!

In three days, Huaji, Bruce and others only had less than eight hours of rest, but what they admired was General Yang, the honorary general and commander-in-chief of the White Tiger Fortress. He had been in front of the electronic screen for the past three days. Even if he had a rest, he had only brought a stool.

Another day later, the attack of the alien race was finally repelled, to be precise, completely wiped out.

Yang Jiang, with a tired look on his face, went to rest, while Hua Ji and Bruce and others looked silently at the battle losses gradually counted on the electronic screen.

Three divisions were crippled, one division was almost wiped out, and the death toll exceeded 30,000...

In addition, there are countless losses in resources and equipment.

Their sacrifice was the result of the 500,000 alien races who were invaded this time, which were completely wiped out.

Bruce was silent, proficient in deduction and confrontation, and roughly calculated that if he implemented it according to his own plan, the number of deaths would probably have to quadruple.

"Let's go, Brother Bruce, we need to rest too." Hua Ji said beside him.

Bruce took a complicated look at Huaji. This commander who had not received orthodox military theory teaching was right.

Huaji walked out of the headquarters, and in front of him was the unified style of the White Tiger Fortress. He tightened his clothes. It was night now. The temperature and environment of Mars were really not for people to be with him.

Walking along the road, I met many soldiers of the Glorious Army along the way, some of whom were garrisons with military ranks, and some of whom were only numbered guerrillas.

Looking at their faces that were joyful for victory, Hua Ji sighed softly.

A foreign race will have to pay about 30,000 people to attack at any time. If it moves all over, can humans really stop it?

By that time, I'm afraid everyone will feel numb to the list of deaths. The number of deaths is just a string of cold numbers.

Hua Ji remembered what Yang Jiang said to them:

"Whether powerful or weak, we are all human fortresses."

This is a battle where the winner must be decided.

Following the road, Huaji came to the fortress hospital.

Swipe the card to get into the elevator, go to the fifth-floor hospitality area, and walk into a room.

"Second brother isn't awake yet?" As soon as he entered the room, Hua Ji sighed when he saw the person who was still sleepy on the bed.

"Yeah." Ye Zixu was speaking.

"The front line is stable?" Xiang Qingsong, who was sitting beside him, asked.

Hua Ji nodded. He was tired too. He glanced around and didn't see many stools. He simply sat on the ground.

"The alien cubs lost 500,000 of them, and we lost 30,000 people, but there is probably a lot of other materials. We will re-arrange defenses in the original position in the future. We cannot let the aliens take the opportunity to occupy the defense line a..."

Listening to Hua Ji talking about the battle report on the front line, Ye Zixu was silent.

In the past few days, the rear battlefield has been replaced, and the Eighth Brigade has taken over the original seventh Brigade's defensive area.

Because he had been fighting with the Seventh Brigade for more than a month, Captain Luo Fan asked Ye Zixu and his team to repair for ten days.

No one else knew about Ye Zixu's possession of the special mission medal, except Xiang Qingsong and the several officers in the outpost.

"What happened to you?" Ye Zixu sighed at Ling An who was still sleeping in the bed.

He had already reported the matter through his own channels. Through the information brought back by Matt and the oral statements of Silas and Yumi after he woke up, plus the records of the battlefield recorder, Ye Zixu could be sure that the target of the alien race was Luo Wen.

He is indeed not an ordinary recruit, and he is responsible for certain tasks, including investigating the Scarlet Ghost of the Fallen God.

The information currently in possession is the scarlet evil ghost gene improved by the Fallen Gods Association. Perhaps it was hidden in someone. Originally, except for Ye Zixu and the people behind him, this person was a spy from the Fallen Gods Association, but the review of this new recruit did not find any suspicious people.

It seems now that they did not send spies, but placed this gene in some way on the recruits who were unaware of it and brought it to Mars.

The reason why the genetic creation of the scarlet evil ghost was not detected was mostly because the fallen god did not place the genes in one person intact, but divided them into many parts to minimize the possibility of being recognized, and then brought them up.

In doing so, it is hard to say whether the aliens can use this genetic creation, but at least, the genetic creation blocked by the Glory Army and the Earth Line of Defense forces should have been in the hands of the aliens.

To be honest, when Ye Zixu saw the one-time feedback information given above, he was a little unbelievable, but it seemed that only this was the most reasonable.

Seeing Hua Ji still telling the battle situation on the front line and how General Yang commanded so that the various garrison troops could make the big difference, Ye Zixu felt confused.

Even if the aliens obtain the transformation gene of the scarlet evil ghost, they can greatly improve the strength of the scarlet evil ghost, which is the underlying cannon fodder, and they will not suddenly launch such a big attack.

What's more, judging from the battle situation on the front line, the scarlet evil ghosts on the battlefield have not been strengthened, and there is still no red crystals. They can be killed as long as they are severely traumatized. Otherwise, even if General Yang sent his army to regain the 102 Highlands and allow the self-propelled artillery of the 102 Highlands to cover the firepower normally, it would probably be difficult to annihilate the enemy.

The situation is turbulent!

Ye Zixu sighed softly and looked at Ling An.

When will you sleep, you guy?

...

Ling An is dreaming, having a very long dream.

Logically speaking, it is difficult for a dreamer to really realize that he is dreaming. Ling An was the same at the beginning, but gradually, as the dream unfolded, he not only realized that it was a dream, but also surprisingly maintained a certain consciousness.

In the dream, he seemed to have returned to that night, the night before he met General Zhou Yang.

My father, who is also staying up late, is also restless.

Then, he met General Zhou Yang, and for some reason, he joined the Glorious Army Training Camp.

In the training camp, he met Ye Zixu, Xiang Qingsong, Luo Wen, and Hua Ji was always with him.

Of course, there is also the guy numbered Ladybug 236, Qin Han, this time, he was not dead.

The Fallen Gods launched an attack, and they died not only by Qin Han, but Hua Ji.

In the dream, Ling An cried alone in the room for a long time.

Later, they all joined the Glorious Army, Luo Wen, Qin Han and him, and they belonged to the same team.

They fought together for more than three months. Ling An accidentally got injured and injured his right eye, but the doctor replaced him with a cloned eyeball.

Soon, they improved very quickly, until one day, while sweeping the battlefield in the rear, their team encountered two demons and many raiders.

In the dream, the demon who likes to hide himself with a smile broke Luo Wen's neck, and Qin Han was attacked and beheaded by the robber.

I, like in reality, opened my eyes and killed all the alien races. Looking at the bodies of Luo Wen and Qin Han, I fell to kneel in front of them weakly.

Dreaming here ends, and then, a new cycle.

Ling An has already done hundreds of dreams like this. Perhaps the characters will be different, and perhaps the time of events will be different, but the characters in the dream are like rehearsing the script in advance, repeating their destiny again and again.

In the end, Ling An opened his eyes, but he couldn't save his friends.

The dream ends and starts again...

Ling An experienced everything numbly, as if he was watching a slide show. At first, he watched the people he knew died and was sad, but soon, he became numb.

He could not do anything except after they died, like a hindsight, he opened his eyes and then killed the alien races.

The last time, when Ling An experienced a dream with exactly the same reality, his consciousness fell into blur.

Before his consciousness completely disappeared, he saw Luo Wen lying on the ground. Although his eyes had been closed by him, he suddenly opened his eyes.

...

"Where is this?"

Opening his eyes and looking at the strange white ceiling in front of him, Ling An felt a stiffness in his body.

"woke up?"

Ling An turned his head slightly with difficulty, and the neck on the pillow made a creaking sound, as if it was a rusty machine that had not been used for a long time.

"You, who are you?" Ling An's voice was a little hoarse.

He was sure that he had never seen this middle-aged man in red before. Could it be that this man was the doctor here?

"Don't move, you've been sleeping for half a month and are very weak. You'll get much better after you do the restoration training." The man said with a smile, his voice very gentle, and his handsome appearance, he was definitely a star on the earth.

"Ahem, where is this? Who are you?" Ling An felt a little better and barely sat up against the bed.

"This is the fortress hospital. As for me, you should have heard of it. My name is Lin Cheng." The middle-aged man said gently, still peeling an apple in his hand.

Lin Cheng? Hongtianzun?!!

Ling An's pupils shrank slightly.

Ling An knew that there was only one named Lin Cheng among the people. He glanced out the door slightly and saw the guard soldiers standing guard outside from the transparent window on the door. How could he not understand who the person in front of him was?

"I've seen General Lin." Ling An wanted to salute, but was too weak.

"No need to be too polite." Lin Cheng shook his head, and just cut the apple, took a fruit plate, and cut it into small pieces.

"Do you eat?"

Seeing Lin Cheng put the fruit plate next to him, Ling An felt grateful.

The dignified general, S-level warrior, and the famous Red Heavenly Lord actually came to visit a new recruit and even peeled an apple for him.

"Thank you, General, I..."

"I knew you wouldn't eat it." Before Ling An finished speaking, Lin Cheng took a small toothpick on his own, picked up an apple and stuffed it into his mouth. "You have lost so many days of nutrient solution, but you still have to adapt first."

Ling An's gratitude expression instantly solidified.

"Okay, I'm not too idle either. The doctor said you wake up soon and I'll come. I have something to tell you."
Chapter completed!