After a day of running around, everyone was already tired and hungry, and they all sat on the ground feebly.
"Sir, please eat some."
Inside the cage.
Tu Xiong came up mysteriously, holding a lizard in his hand: "All the food we brought with us were confiscated. I heard them say that the Zerg rarely give us food, and the lizards make a lot of food here."
Zhang Heng raised his head and glanced at him, and undoubtedly chose to refuse: "You eat, I'm not hungry yet."
"Then I'm welcome."
In fact, Tu Xiong also knew that unless he was really hungry, citizens like Zhang Heng would definitely not be able to eat lizards alive.
But he had no choice. As a soldier, he had to conserve his strength as much as possible.
Even though he is now a prisoner, Tu Xiong has not forgotten his mission, which is to ensure Zhang Heng's safety.
Um?
Tu Xiong devoured the lizard.
Feeling the fishy taste in his mouth, he looked up and saw a Zerg warrior walking towards him carrying a big bag.
Snapped!!
The Zerg warrior waved his hand and the bag was thrown to the ground.
Zhang Heng lowered his head and glanced.
The bag opened and several cans rolled out.
Tap tap tap...
The Zerg warriors turned around and left without any indication.
Zhang Heng understood, however, that these cans were for him to eat, or in other words, the Zerg commander was afraid that his sacrifice would starve to death. After all, one of him was stronger than six of them, and he seemed to get hungry easily.
"Those who really know me are worried about me."
Zhang Heng was a little bit dumbfounded.
Do the math.
There are not many cans, seven in total.
Three of them are luncheon meat, packed at 800k, and three of them are five pounds.
There are two biscuit cans, two pounds each. Judging from the packaging, they are chocolate.
There are also two canned fruits. For Zhang Heng, he doesn’t like eating canned fruits, but he likes to drink the soup inside.
“If there are few things, we won’t divide them down.”
"Zhang Yan, Zhang Yu, call your mothers and a few uncles from the special operations team to come over and have something to eat."
Zhang Heng sat on the stone steps and looked at Tu Xiong while talking: "Captain Tu, would you like some more?"
"No, not anymore."
Tu Xiong's face was a little dark, but his attitude was still firm: "Canned food like this has a serious loss of calories, which is far worse than my lizard."
Zhang Heng shook his head slightly.
That's how people are, they want to save face and suffer.
Zhang Heng could see Tu Xiong's stubbornness and pretense, but he did not point it out. Instead, he whispered: "Have a good rest after eating. Something may happen in the middle of the night."
Tu Xiong was stunned for a moment.
There was no rebuttal, just a slight nod.
quiet...
The rustling sound of eating disturbed the tranquility of the night.
Zhang Heng did not look back.
But he could hear the sound of swallowing coming from behind him.
He knew that the residents in the gathering place were also hungry, but now was not the time to be charitable.
There is only so much food, but people have close relatives.
Say it's pitiful.
Those who are dead are pitiable, but who can sympathize with those who are alive?
...Later half of the night...
boom!!
There was a loud thunder on the ground.
Breaking the tranquility of the night.
Zhang Heng suddenly opened his eyes, and Tu Xiong and others also raised their heads at the same time.
A layman watches the excitement, an expert watches the door.
Listen for a while.
Tu Xiong was both excited and disbelieving as he whispered: "It's the sound of the Vortex ET engine breaking through the air!"
The Vortex ET engine is the Federation's fourth-generation multi-recurve engine and is mostly equipped on small and medium-sized space battleships.
As a member of the special operations team, Tu Xiong quickly recognized that it was the voice of the Federation fleet, and hurriedly came to Zhang Heng and whispered: "Sir, the Federation is here, we are saved."
Zhang Heng waved his hand gently, signaling Tu Xiong to be quiet.
Tu Xiong was reminded like this and quickly understood that this was the home of the Zerg. Now that the federal fleet had arrived, it was hard to tell whether what was waiting for them would be rescue or the killing of the Zerg.
Others also thought of this and raised their heads to look at the throne.
Enter the eyes.
Queen Sathu also woke up.
Its plump body twisted uneasily on the high platform, and soon a group of light beetles were walking in groups. The ants moved, carrying the queen and retreating underground.
"fine."
Seeing the queen running away, Zhang Heng nodded slightly.
Queen Sathu is a newborn queen after all.
She doesn’t have much experience in being a queen, nor does she have the willpower to stay calm in times of crisis.
Seeing the federal fleet approaching.
The queen retreated immediately, and the Zerg in the pyramid were also polarized. Some rushed to the outside to meet the enemy, while others protected the queen and retreated into the tunnel, ignoring Zhang Heng's meat tickets. This is undoubtedly good news.
boom!!
It takes almost half a cup of tea.
With a roar, a corner of the pyramid was destroyed.
The next second.
Along with the heat wave, a three-meter-tall, golden-red Hulkbuster suit similar to Iron Man Tony Stark's in (Avengers 2) appeared in front of everyone.
It is different from exoskeleton armor.
This is a real small combat mecha, loaded with many laser weapons all over its body, and its hands have an energy tower shield and a huge laser battle ax.
"Mental power fluctuates!"
With the appearance of the mecha, Zhang Heng soon felt a sweeping mental wave.
He thought of the so-called overclocking state of Mecha Warriors.
It is said that every mecha warrior can exponentially stimulate the combat ability of the mecha.
Therefore, a genre was formed, the mecha flow under the technological system.
certainly.
In Zhang Heng's opinion, mecha warriors are not that mysterious.
To put it bluntly, it is the spiritual power that communicates with the laws of the universe, thus forming a kind of "If you give me a fulcrum, I can lever up the extension of the earth."
The so-called overclocking performance of 200%, 1000%, or even 10,000% all comes from this kind of leveraging, which is not mysterious.
Whoosh!!
The mecha warrior said nothing.
He swung the ax fiercely and cut off the fence where Zhang Heng was.
After doing all this, he drove the mecha and rushed towards the tunnel, paying no attention to others at all.
"It's identification."
"We are members of the ground guard force of Lapu Star, and Mr. Zhang is a third-level citizen."
"Our identity information must have been verified in the Mecha Warrior's internal network, but those savages have no identity."
Seeing what the mecha warriors did, Tu Xiong quickly showed a look of astonishment.
After all, in the eyes of federal citizens, savages are not considered human beings.
This is true for ordinary citizens, and even more so for mecha warriors.
Almost every mecha warrior is a citizen of level one or above. Coupled with the special status of mecha warriors, it is difficult for them to regard them as the same kind without citizen permissions of level three or above.
Zhang Heng guessed.
This mecha warrior piloting a golden and red mecha should have civil rights of level 2 to level 3.
Moreover, he was an orthodox citizen with a higher education, and regarded savages as the superiors of orangutans and monkeys.
"Let everyone out."
"Then tell them that my previous promise is still valid, and I will even help them rebuild the 7321 gathering place in recognition of their outstanding contributions in the battle against the Zerg."
Zhang Heng gave Tu Xiong a few instructions.
As for the other savages, I'm sorry, Zhang Heng is not in the mood to pay attention to them. If they are smart enough, they should go back to Huang Ting to discuss joining the 7321 gathering place.
on the contrary.
Anyone who wants to return to the previous gathering place or who doesn't want to join is unwise.
certainly.
There must be such people.
Because sometimes opportunities are placed in front of you, but you may not seize them.
Compared with these savages, there is no doubt that Zhang Heng is lucky.
This is not the case.
The front foot was just picked up by the rescuers who arrived later. Within two days, something good came to the door.
"Zhang Heng, third-level citizen, birthplace Lapu Star."
"Studied at the Proxima Military Academy, served in the Northern Galaxy Fleet, T33 Spaceport, Logistics Department, and served as the Second Division of the Logistics Department, Major and Deputy Director. Am I right?"
Inside the space dock.
Zhang Heng sat on a chair, opposite a middle-aged female commander wearing glasses: "With all due respect, Major Zhang Heng, you did..."
The middle-aged woman paused slightly and added: "It's true that she's a bit neglectful of exercise."
Zhang Heng looked down at his fat body.
He said expressionlessly: "You guessed it wrong. I was already this fat when I served in the space port."
silence.
The woman seemed a little surprised and slightly embarrassed: "That's such a pity."
Finished.
The woman didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, but picked up a form and handed it to Zhang Heng while explaining: "Because the war is tight and more officers are needed, the federation has initiated a recall order for retired officers."
"Major Zhang Heng, congratulations, you will be re-employed by the Federation Fleet and continue your previous job."
Zhang Heng looked surprised.
Some uncertain questions: "With my current physical condition, are you sure the Federation needs me?"
The woman was unsure and even a little embarrassed: "Major Zhang Heng, we don't know very much about your physical condition before or even after you were discharged from the army, so you may have been negligent at work, but it doesn't matter, this recruitment order is true.
, there is no doubt about this..."
Zhang Heng glanced at the documents on the table.
Proposed appointment.
Specially appointed Zhang Heng, former Northern Galaxy Fleet, Second Division of T33 Spaceport Logistics Department, Major Deputy Director: West Galaxy Fleet, Second Formation, Transport Ship Painful Sinking, Major Deputy Captain.
This appointment is effective immediately.
Signed: Federal Military Department, Western Galaxy Fleet Headquarters.
"The front line is tight!"
An ordinary acceptance of fate.
The meaning behind it is far-reaching.
Zhang Heng thought about it for a moment and realized that the Federation did not gain any benefit in the battle with the Zerg.
If it weren't for a serious shortage of manpower, it would be impossible to order the recall of retired officers.
In this case, only large-scale conscription and lack of middle- and lower-level officers will do so.
"Transport ship, Lieutenant Commander!"
Just by hearing the name, Zhang Heng knew that this was a position that could be filled in the rear.
If it is the predecessor.
I'm afraid the vice-captain who is waiting to die will not refuse.
But Zhang Heng is not the original person.
He came to the Milky Way World to find Jiang Le and take her back, not to overwhelm military logistics.
"Even the Valkyrie was severely damaged by the defeat in the Eastern Theater."
"Our Western Fleet has been ordered to support the eastern theater within half a month, so this appointment cannot be changed."
It seemed that Zhang Heng's reluctance was visible.
The female commander said calmly: "But based on your special situation, I will report it to the superiors. You shouldn't have to stay in the eastern theater for too long. A suitable candidate will come to replace you as soon as there is a suitable candidate."
"Support the Eastern War Zone!"
If Zhang Heng remembers correctly.
Jiang Le is in the Eastern War Zone, and the so-called Valkyrie refers to her.
Now he is being recruited by the Western Theater Command and is about to go to the Eastern Theater Command to deliver supplies.
This does not mean that he will see Jiang Le soon.