Faced with the unanimous attitude of his colleagues, Bahram became very determined by nature.
"Brother Telshak, we have used so much power to rescue them before, and we have all reached this point, why can't we be more tolerant?"
"It is precisely because we have shed blood for them that we cannot tolerate such betrayal!"
Soshiyang raised his hand to interrupt the dispute between the two. He made a decision without asking or explaining.
"Since being bewitched by aliens, it is hopeless, and gene stealers must be prevented from spreading pollution. Therefore,... only the legal and obedient residents who hide underground and fight stubbornly cannot be made Tyron's feed, put viruses into the tunnels, infused with flammable materials, and give them the last kindness."
"Captain of the Battle Team!"
Just as Bahram was about to say something, Soshiyan just blocked his words with his eyes, and then said only a few words.
"Bahram, you go and execute it yourself."
"Clash of battles—"
"After 36 hours, I will be responsible for other evacuation matters in person."
Realizing that the result could not be changed, Bahram could only nod in default and turn away.
The company commanders around them made a brief eye contact. Obviously, they all thought that Bahram's "bad performance" in a series of battles had aroused Soshiyan's dissatisfaction. After all, although they were very fierce, they also knew that this kind of mission was very disgraceful and it was easy to bear the reputation of a butcher. Although the Space Marines did not mind becoming a butcher, those who were just mortals after all, and it would not be nice to have the reputation of a mortal butcher.
Therefore, many company commanders simply regarded this arrangement as a punishment.
But Oscar frowned slightly because his mind was spinning fast, and immediately realized that Soshiyang's arrangement actually had other mystery.
Just now, Bahram's attitude showed that he was quite sympathetic and tolerant of the rioters who were being bullied. So letting Bahram go to the execution personally was undoubtedly a disguised look. So Soshiyan also specifically emphasized time, which was equivalent to telling Bahram that how much he could save in this time depends on his own ability.
After thinking for a while, Oscar walked to Soshiyang and whispered:
"The commander of the battle, the planet is very chaotic now, and it is probably difficult for the evacuation of law-abiding people to ensure that there are absolutely no alien worshippers mixed in. It is still necessary to... reduce possible threats."
Soshiyang glanced at him and said softly:
"If even we are afraid of this and that, wouldn't it be easier for the Inquisition to be extinct? Cleaner? Oscar, the most difficult thing in this galaxy is sometimes not death or destruction... Do you understand?"
Oscar then stepped aside with shame.
Soshiyang walked to the edge of the bridge, and through the observation window, stared at the plasma flickering in the dark and ran towards a fast-sliding Tyron Siren. Soon the huge monster was dismantled and died with convulsions.
But there are more, more, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, and even millions behind it, even lasers and shells that fill the void, cannot destroy them.
"Notify each fleet to evacuate the galaxy in forty-eight hours and launch atmospheric incinerating torpedoes to the planets."
"Captain of the Battle Team."
At this time, the founder Rogris walked to Soshyang and whispered:
"There is a sudden request from Zhao Akada, take a look."
After taking the data board, Soshiyang looked at the message above and raised his eyebrows a dozen seconds later.
"They actually made this thing, and I thought it had disappeared... I just heard the rumors about this thing from the old seniors. Does it take 10 hours of combat testing? It seems that they have not tested it in actual combat after they created it... Rogris, you tell them that you can choose a remote location and I will let Bahram clear that area in advance."
After handing over the data board to the other party, Soshiyang thought for a while and said with a smile:
"I'm a little curious about this. You can go down with me to take a look."
"receive."
call out--
Accompanied by a short and harsh thunder, the lights lit up the night sky.
The attacks came from all directions, and under the red light, it seemed like a pool of wriggling chitin waves. They rushed to the position where Hayes was responsible for, which seemed like a thorn stuck on the Tyron's invasion route, which needed to be cut and pulled out.
The division where Hayes is located is stationed in a station northeast of the outskirts of Shilicheng. It is one of the three rail transit hubs in the city and is also a relatively critical node. There are 5 divisions near the hub to assist in defense, 2 of which are Pushtiban divisions, which shows the importance of the commander to the area. The 13th Division of Kermansha, under Hayes, mainly deploys defense in an area south of the station, with a large shopping mall, several commercial facilities, and a residential area.
Among them, Hayes belongs to a three-story restaurant, hundreds of buildings and two intersection streets.
As for why we have to resist Tyron in the suburbs rather than on fortifications, of course, it is because the evacuation has begun and many troops have boarded the transport planes. Now all they have to do is to drag and create more time for the evacuation until the above orders them to retreat.
"Open fire!"
Countless swordworms flocked to them, and as they approached the shooting positions in front of them, their oval heads were biting fiercely.
When Hayes raised his pistol, the creatures died in groups of dense gunfires, blew up by trained mortar shells and grenades, and evaporated by the screams of laser cannons and plasma machines.
Nevertheless, they flocked to positions, constantly jumping over the piles of dead people, and instinctively drove them to impact. Behind them are warriors, the larger beasts are well-muscular, each approaching the space warrior, and very agile - when they wield their clawed front legs to kill, mortals are basically unable to resist, so the best way is to prevent them from getting close.
"Present a ball, current status?"
While observing the density of front-line firepower in the room on the second floor, Hayes yelled at the communicator, and a villain beast wailed and died. Its shell could not withstand the volley of more than a dozen armor-breaking rockets, and its intestines and stomachs were blown out all over, looking at the abnormal decompression.
"Sir Hayes, ammunition, needs more ammunition support."
An anxious voice came from the communicator.
"Everyone, even the chefs were put into battle, with heavy casualties, but the defense line was still there."
Chapter completed!