The sudden change alerted all the patrol ships, and they immediately began to take strict precautions.
When each gondola is received into the patrol vessel, it will be strictly inspected to ensure that there are no internal problems.
Fortunately, this situation has only occurred in one case so far, and everything on the other patrol ships is normal.
The intruders breathed a sigh of relief.
They had been very worried that this was the beginning of the survivors' counterattack, and there would be a series of actions to follow.
The result was just a false alarm, and the other party's purpose of doing this might just be a simple intimidation and warning.
But from the perspective of the intruder, this level of threat is nothing at all.
The destructive power of the ghouls is limited, and the individual weapons on the patrol ships can tear them into pieces.
The monks are no match for the Battlestar, let alone such mindless monsters. As long as they are not in the tens of thousands, they cannot pose a fatal threat.
The problem is that the occurrence of this accident means that the ground troops have encountered serious changes. Otherwise, how could they not even be able to protect the hanging basket?
In order to understand the actual situation, when the hanging basket was released again, observers followed it to the ground.
They are responsible for collecting intelligence and reporting it to the headquarters in a timely manner.
As the investigation unfolded, reports from the ground continued to come back, but the situation was not optimistic.
No matter which ground force was involved, they all suffered casualties, and some even disappeared altogether.
After statistics, it was learned that among the millions of troops deployed on the ground, the number of people who had lost contact and disappeared had actually reached 150,000!
After receiving this result, the managers of Battle Fortress collectively fell into silence.
Before dispatching ground troops, managers were mentally prepared, knowing that ground personnel would definitely go missing.
But no one expected that the amount of losses would be so huge, it was simply shocking.
The action has just begun. As time goes by, no one knows how many soldiers will be swallowed up by the strange gray mist.
This is a very serious matter, and if it cannot be solved perfectly, the residents of the Battlestar will definitely be held accountable.
Although they hold a high position and will not be punished for this, it will definitely have a great impact on the stability of the Battle Fortress.
If it can be solved, there must be no delay, just to avoid long nights and many dreams.
It's just that the current Battle Fortress is really at its wits' end.
Although they had harvested more than one planet with cultivating civilizations and hunted down countless monks, they only made sudden attacks with powerful weapons.
As long as the first wave of attacks is severe enough and the origin of the world is completely destroyed, victory is basically guaranteed.
It is basically impossible for the remaining indigenous residents to make a comeback and resist.
It should be noted that the battlefield environment is extremely unfavorable to the survivors. Coupled with the constant hunting by the Reapers, the Reapers are lucky to survive.
It can be said that as long as it becomes the target of harvest and belongs to a low-level cultivation civilization, there is no possibility of failure of the space fortress.
But this time, they hit the wall.
The planet that was about to be harvested was invaded by a god from afar, who intervened in the war for some special reasons.
Although they did not take action directly, the methods of the gods were beyond the imagination of these intruders.
That's why they suddenly discovered that the survivors had become powerful and difficult to deal with, making the Battlestar helpless.
"We cannot allow this situation to continue to develop. We must find ways to resolve the current crisis as soon as possible."
An elder from the management team first opened his mouth and looked around, looking like he had a headache.
"Although there are billions of residents living in the Battle Fortress, they cannot bear such losses.
Once the casualty data are made public, the families of those killed will definitely cause new chaos.
Residents originally did not support the establishment of ground troops, but now they have suffered such heavy casualties and have an excuse to attack."
Some elders held different opinions and immediately rebutted, saying that participating in the war was an obligation for the residents of the Battle Fortress.
War cannot avoid casualties, but if the collection of energy crystals is stopped because of this, it would be really unthinkable.
Some elders also suggested using other methods to replace ground troops, which would reduce the number of casualties among residents.
For example, the production line used to manufacture Reapers only needs simple modifications to produce clone soldiers in batches.
This special clone soldier can be cultivated into various forms according to battlefield needs.
No matter whether you are tall or short, fat or thin, long or flat, it is just a matter of one sentence.
If necessary, even creatures that are the same as residents can be easily created.
This suggestion was put forward and received a lot of support.
For management, as long as the problem can be solved perfectly, more consumption is completely acceptable.
Battlestar passed a resolution to begin mass production of special soldiers to replace ground troops in performing tasks.
I didn't do this before because I wanted to reduce the waste of resources, but I chose to do it now because I had no choice but to do it.
While creating special soldiers, the Space Headquarters also issued an order requiring ground troops to be extra careful.
Special soldiers manufactured on the production line cannot be scaled up in a short period of time, and ground troops are still the main force in combat.
You must persist for a while before you can gradually evacuate the ground and return to the space fortress.
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"My name is Ai Bo, a soldier from the 37th Brigade of the Ninth Army. I have just been drafted into the army for three days.
I recorded this information in the hope that if I were unfortunately killed in battle, someone could send him to the Battle Fortress.
Let everyone know the truth hidden under the gray fog."
——
"Since the operation began, ground forces have been slowly advancing every day.
The casualties never stopped, and the Ninth Legion where I belonged lost more than 2,000 comrades in one day.
You simply can't believe that the comrades who were communicating with each other one second ago will disappear without a trace in the blink of an eye.
This damn place makes me almost collapse, but I can’t escape.”
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"My comrades and I really lived like a year, spending every moment in fear and anxiety.
Even if I find a large amount of energy crystals, it won't make me happy because I will probably die to receive the rewards.
Although I protested more than once and asked to return to the Battle Fortress, there was never any result."
——
"In this land shrouded in gray fog, full of despair and death, we can only suffer in silence.
It seemed like I was the only one left in the whole world. At first there were people chatting, but then no one spoke at all.
It seems that due to the influence of the gray fog, everyone has become mute and turned into a walking zombie."
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"The frequency of companions disappearing increases, and they often encounter those terrifying corpses, tearing their companions into pieces alive.
Although the weapon is very lethal and can easily kill the ghoul, it is difficult to spot the wandering ghoul due to the gray fog.
By the time they are discovered, it is basically too late to shoot them.
In addition to these monsters, there are many strange and weird places in the gray mist. Once you enter, you will have hallucinations and go crazy, killing your companions and yourself.
Or there might be a sudden explosion, covering a radius of several kilometers with a sea of fire. Even though the protective clothing has a fireproof function, it is still roasted alive and turned into a mummy.
In addition to these dangerous areas, there are also ghost-like things that appear around you from time to time.
They can't kill people directly, but they are so weird that they make people feel frightened.
Before joining the war, no one could believe that this war could be so terrible.
If possible, end this damn war immediately and return to your home.
Including the Battle Fortress, it’s best to stay away from this dangerous and weird planet, because I have an ominous premonition..."
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"There's a weird sound coming from the front. It might be those damn monsters again. I've had enough. I have to give them a taste of their power today!"
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"Damn it, what did I do? I shot and killed a group of lost comrades!"
——
"I got separated from the team, and no matter how much I shouted or tracked the fluorescent markers on the ground, I couldn't see them at all.
My heart is full of fear, fearing that I will never return to my hometown or see my relatives."
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"I met the survivors of this planet. They looked at me with indifferent eyes. With just a flick of their hand, my body was chopped into two pieces.
I know that I am going to die.
If I had a choice, I would never participate in this damn war, but now it's too late to regret..."