Captain Hamster felt that the car would be pulled back by the rope in the next second. As a result, he and the recycled air conditioner would fly up and fall into the group of squirrels, who would then eat them up.

But the mechanical leg had obviously been chewed by the squirrel, and the base was probably unstable. He could see it clearly, and theoretically it should be enough to drag it...

Really failed?

In an instant, countless contents went through his mind, and then he was firmly locked on the next option:

"Let go of the tow rope and evacuate directly..."

"Should I go all the way and try harder?"

But before his mind could process the advantages, disadvantages and consequences of the two, the thin voice of the recycling air conditioner could already be heard screaming in his ears:

"Captain, charge!"

All hesitations were thrown away. Captain Hamster subconsciously turned the throttle to the end, the engine roared wildly, and the blowhole even lit up with a blazing blue light——

And in this blue light, the Survivor 380 soared like an eagle spreading its wings on the Pampas. Its head was not the broad clouds of the plateau, but was collapsing, like a huge dark cloud.

The square box——

"Success!"

Captain Hamster waved his clenched left hand and shouted in celebration. He almost lost his balance and quickly grasped the handlebar again. The recycling air conditioner behind him hesitated for a long time before letting out a cheer in response.

"What's wrong with you?"

Captain Hamster felt comfortable driving at this time. The dumping of the missile compartment was already an established fact. He even had time to look back at the recycled air conditioner to see what the latter was doing.

"It's okay, I was just a little scared. I didn't expect it to work."

The recycled air conditioner just turned his head hesitantly and looked back to the front, and answered, not knowing whether he should tell what he saw——

Before Captain Hamster made his final effort, she kept staring behind her.

Vaguely, I seemed to see a figure beating back and forth under this giant thing...

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"They are too whimsical——"

Wu Que was holding a flamethrower and running to disperse the gray rats in front of him. At the same time, he couldn't help complaining to ET7424 in the headset, "Use a motorcycle to drag a large machine that is more than ten meters high? Can you do such a thing?"

"It's your choice, Lord Executor."

ET7424's speech was unusually short. After a moment of silence, he continued, "It is recommended that you at least outrun the movement speed of the gray squirrel, otherwise you will soon be affected by the shock wave caused by the shelling of your dear soldiers..."

"Of course I know!"

Wu Que freed up his right arm and knocked away the rats around him. He then breathed fire several times to clear a path and quickly ran out of the squirrels.

He really didn't expect that players could actually come up with such a strategy that was bound to fail——

If he hadn't punched the self-propelled missile salvo Land Walker X-RC's legs back and forth twice, breaking its stable support frame, these four players and two vehicles would all have to answer here.
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Not long after he escaped from the siege, a bright red light penetrated the air and accurately hit the missile compartment that hit the ground.

There were continuous explosions behind him, killing every one of the gray rats and useless stars in that circle.

"They really did it... at least half of the Waste Stars were killed by the players..."

Wu Que really didn't expect that more than a hundred waste star people would die indirectly or directly at the hands of players.

In his original idea, the two groups of useless aliens should beat each other to pieces, and finally the player would take advantage.

What now?

A machine gun fell down on Fengpo to clear out a bunch of people, a sneak attack from behind killed many, and the bombing of the missile warehouse brought a perfect ending - not to mention the Gray Rat organization, at least the useless stars of this new organization basically died at their hands.<

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This group of players who want no guns, no guns, no cannons, no cannons, and no bundles of explosives - to be honest, as long as the players have some explosives, they can definitely blow up the missile bay directly.

The success rate is much higher than any towing rope.

"Sir Executor, the soldiers have already carried out the retreat mission."

ET7424 woke up Wu Que. Wu Que responded and took stock of the battlefield. The remaining gray rats were still besieging the last two worthless self-propelled missile salvo Land Walker X-RC models, but their numbers were also reduced.

It's so pitiful that it can even be said to be out of scale.

The players successfully completed the second phase of the mission beyond their expectations——

"I'll get rid of the remaining squirrels."

Wu Que picked up the flamethrower, and while he was cleaning up the squirrels, he discovered that this weapon did have some meaning...

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"[Base Guard! Defend the ET7424 base area] Second phase! Base headquarters clearing and defense operations!

The rat tide, the unknown forces of the Waste Stars and the "Grey Rat" organization of the Waste Stars are approaching the base ET7424, trying to kill the enemy as much as possible before they arrive at the base.

Mission goal: repel or completely annihilate the unknown force of the Waste Stars (1/1)

Defeat or completely annihilate the ‘Squirrel Organization (1/1)

Support until the end of the rat tide (1/1).

Mission progress update: Thunder blow! Decisive defeat of enemy forces!

The Waste Stars will confront the gray rats head-on. We are no longer prey but hunters! Defeat the Waste Stars and the rat tide at the critical moment to obtain maximum benefits.

Annihilate the gray rats, kill the waste stars, and seize equipment, you can get ET points as rewards.

The task has been completed, and the overall performance rating is: A.

Specific matters are being counted and points are being settled..."

"Mission accomplished!"

After the players evacuated, everyone's personal panel missions were soon updated, and everyone couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief when they saw the words mission completed.

This temporary battle mission is actually not large in terms of scale, but they participated in the entire process with such an extremely realistic experience, and they finally felt tired...

This kind of tiredness is not the state of being like a dead fish when a social worker sits in the car after work or lies down on the bed and doesn’t want to do anything. It is a kind of excitement that can create all the pictures of one’s experiences in the mind.

The wonder of movie playback.

Even the two frightened duo who completed the task of dragging the missile warehouse did not brag much after returning to the position, and they were all excited at this time.

"I saw it, there is a 'Class A Medal' on the personal panel!"

Captain Hamster suddenly changed from a dead fish to a turtle. The Class A medal is a beautiful silver shield badge at the bottom. Although the middle is empty, it still has a majestic and solemn feeling.

"It's a pity that there are no physical medals..." He muttered while being inconvenient to speak, "I hope there will be physical medals later. When everyone gets promoted, they will have a bunch of medals on their chests. How cool!"
Chapter completed!