Boom——!

After the fierce shelling of the Masonic transport convoy cleared away the light infantry on the hills on both sides, it began to rapidly extend into the valley, and soon overturned the quantity transport vehicle.

The raging fragments and shock waves destroyed the nerves of the survivors of the convoy like a violent storm.

The ambushers didn't seem to care about the loot at all, and were determined not to stop until they killed all the people. The leader's eyes were filled with jealousy.

"We can't wait any longer. We attack immediately. Only the two of us can turn the tide of the war!"

The team leader patted the deputy's shoulder hard, and the two pairs of eyes that looked like terminal beasts looked at each other for a second, and then both turned to a science fiction aircraft parked in the carriage.

This is a Fiyali armed rotorcraft. It is a light vehicle used by the empire to suppress ground personnel. It is equivalent to an upgraded version of the armed helicopter on Earth.

The two got into the cockpit one after the other and completed the start-up procedure with a familiar technique. Then the carriage overhead slowly opened, revealing the loud explosions and shrapnel whizzing by outside.

A total of two of this type of Fiari rotorcraft were excavated. Before they were found, they had been kept in a special cargo box in good condition and had not been opened. Together with them, there was a set of ammunition and instructions for use.

The team leader was scheming, and out of interest and to leave a way out for himself, he led others to learn the operating procedures in advance, and barely learned the operating methods during the 15-day natural disaster period.

He had already asked people to mount weapons on the two aircraft before departure. 20 minutes ago, he took people to vehicles 25 and 27 to prepare for takeoff.

Whether we can escape or not depends on this.

"God bless you, don't get hit..."

The ambushers did not arrange observation posts, so they naturally did not know that there were aircraft in the convoy preparing to take off, and the artillery fire was still bombarding them randomly.

"Unit 2, how are you doing there?"

After the carriage was deployed, Unit 1, where the team leader and deputy were located, had already flown out of the carriage, and the frightening sound of shrapnel hitting began to be heard from the fuselage.

In front of the exquisite cockpit cover, you can see that the carriage not far away is slowly opening, and the figure of another gyroplane is gradually revealed.

"Leader, this is Unit 2, we are taking off, everything is normal now!"

"Okay, follow me and take revenge!"

The performance of the Fiari rotorcraft was superior. In the time it took to speak, the leader's No. 1 aircraft had already left the Valley of Death below. The jingling sounds on the fuselage gradually subsided, and correspondingly, the leader's voice became excited.

"Yes, leader! I'll follow behind and we'll tear those bastards' butts apart!"

The excited shouts of the pilot of Unit 2 were heard on the channel, and he was obviously looking forward to the upcoming counterattack.

However,

boom--!

There was a loud noise, and the shouts and shouts in the channel suddenly stopped. The leader looked back in anger and saw a ball of fire falling rapidly.

"No--!"

The No. 2 aircraft was obviously very unlucky. It was directly hit by a large-caliber mortar shell just after it left the transport truck. The thin fuselage could not withstand the direct hit of the shell, and it immediately exploded into a ball of burning scrap metal.

The Masonic leader's counterattack was severely damaged before it even started.

What was also lost was the limited courage that the two leaders had just gained.

Without saying a word, the team leader turned around and sped towards the Lighthouse Colony. The explosions of the convoy behind him and the wailing of his men could not stop him for even a second. The deputy in the back seat did not make a sound the whole time.

The ambushers obviously did not expect that there was a manned aircraft hidden in the convoy. With the performance of the rotorcraft, they were rushed out of the ambush circle and disappeared over the continuous wasteland.

At the same time, it also announced the demise of the transport convoy's hope of counterattack.

After 3 minutes, the shelling stopped.

A large number of anti-gravity vehicles flew across the Gobi desert, and in a blink of an eye they arrived at the valley tops on both sides that had been bombarded.

Disregarding the corpses of Freemason soldiers scattered on the ground, this group of ambushers began to reap their spoils unscrupulously, while also finishing up the survivors who were still lingering.

No one left alive!

A tall warrior among the ambushers arrived belatedly, walking through the corpses everywhere like a leader inspecting, admiring the results of his victory intoxicated.

"Bring the meat back, seize the time to collect their weapons and ammunition, and burn everything else without leaving any trace."

"Yes, Commander! What to do with the escaped aircraft?"

"Jie Jie Jie, it's okay, they just chose another cemetery... This planet is about to become our hunting ground!"

The predators around him responded immediately, raising all kinds of weapons in their hands and shouting wildly.

They are the Borg, a race of natural predators. They are cruel, cunning and aggressive by nature. They are extremely physically strong and have a unique affinity for the flesh and blood of intelligent creatures. Each individual is born with awakened psychic powers like the fish-men.

Different from the peaceful version of psionic energy mastered by humans, their psionic energy is more biased toward the violent phantom energy of the void. Meditation methods can also make it easier to penetrate deep into the void, which has huge potential.

In fact, they had already arrived during the last trial phase of the war.

Like the Lasan people in space and the murlocs at the bottom of the sea, they appear as the finale's high-level predators, just as the land, sea and air armies are ready.

However, the Borg are cunning by nature,

After using their psychic powers to forcibly obtain detailed information, they found that it was difficult to shake human rule with ground troops alone.

In addition, the three tribes of predators were fighting on their own and had no intention of uniting, so the Borg decisively sold off their "allies". The fishmen at least tried it out, and they didn't even show up.

It took a lot of time to take advantage of the chaos and hide in the desert continent.

No one knows where their base camp is now.

But what is certain is that if it is not on the ground, then it is most likely hidden in a corner of the vast underground world of the wasteland.

And what made them decide to take action this time?

Perhaps only the three civilizations who are also in the Hidden Predator Camp know about it. However, they don't even trust each other, so how can they tell the fat sheep in their eyes?

Fifteen minutes later, a raging fire broke out at the attack site, and all the corpses and loot were gone. The anti-gravity vehicle, which is very rare in the wasteland, did not even leave any tire marks.

At the same time, the escaped Masonic leader finally arrived at the Lighthouse Colony in a gyrocopter.

However, just after landing, before they could cry out to the senior management about their experiences, a piece of bad news hit their fragile hearts.

The frigate that came to support crashed on its way across the strait!

"Crashed? How did it crash?"

The convoy leader couldn't believe it. The natural disaster had passed. Is there anything else on the Sky Star that could cause a military frigate to crash?

Could it be the Chinese Army?

"It is still unclear. The frigate Warrior is suspected to have been attacked, but the battlefield was artificially blocked throughout the entire process, and no useful information could be sent out."

How is this possible...

The leader's mind was shaken. The dangerous intuition that had been running at high speed since the attack kept pricking his nerves. If the warships flying across the ocean were easily evaporated, how could this small colony on the sea be safe?

Must leave as soon as possible!

"Bill, we can't stay here any longer. We're leaving overnight! You go find supplies and pack them on the gyrocopter, and I'll get two sets of Iron Guards. We'll meet on the tarmac in 10 minutes!"

"Okay, Leader Gate, I'll be back in 5 minutes!"

Deputy Bill was equally surprised and ran towards the cafeteria without saying a word.

As the junior guard, he still had the authority to get some supplies. Although the logistics manager was puzzled, he still packed a backpack with a month's worth of compressed rations for two people and a week's worth of drinking water.

On the way back, Bill was in a hurry. There was a voice in his mind that kept reminding him to run quickly, and his steps couldn't help but go a little faster.

In fact, he had wanted to leave for a long time, and he didn't even want to come to this lighthouse colony at all.

However, how far can they travel alone in a small plane? The energy coins used as energy sources are not fully filled, and they don't have time to bring food and drinking water. They only have the pistols issued by the officers on them. It won't work if they don't come.

Fortunately, my captain is reliable, and he had a premonition of the seriousness of the matter. What a great captain~

call,

The night seems to be extra clear tonight. It’s not important. Maybe it’s because I’m too nervous...

With this in mind, Bill finally arrived at the tarmac, only to find Captain Gate, who had returned earlier, arguing with someone.

Seeing Bill coming over, Gate in the dispute gave him a hint. Bill immediately understood and loaded the supplies into the external storage box of the rotorcraft, and then began to put on the Iron Guard 3 that was standing aside.

Powered exoskeleton.

"Hey, what's going on with you guys? You two cowards who escaped, who allowed you to leave with the property in the meeting? Come back with me immediately to accept the investigation, otherwise I will call the military police!"

The person who is spitting wildly is the quartermaster of this colony, who is also a mid-level guard like the leader of the Getter team.

Gate went to the munitions office to get equipment. The soldiers in charge of reception did not dare to stop him, but the quartermaster who followed him didn't care. In his opinion, Gate, who was operating in violation of regulations, was a worm in the Freemasonry, so this scene happened.

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However, Gate didn't want to pay attention to him at all. He quickly filled a set of energy coins into the fuselage, walked around the fuselage to check the area scratched by the shrapnel, and finally let out a sigh of relief.

The aircraft is in good condition, which is a guarantee of their survival!

"Hey, let me say one last thing, you..."

Bang!

What greeted the quartermaster was an iron fist the size of a sandbag. Getter, who was wearing a light exoskeleton, knocked him to the ground with a punch, and then quickly rushed into the cockpit.

"Bill, are you okay?"

"alright!"
To be continued...