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When Barriok was grabbed by two parasitic guards and threw it in front of Lin Xiang like a dead pig, the land under the soil that covered all the bodies of the Eighth Legion soldiers was once again piled up with broken flesh and internal organs, as well as the wreckage of vehicles burning with black smoke.

The battle ended faster than Lin Xiang expected.

The entire wilderness was shocked by the huge explosion. Huge fireballs emerged from the underground and the sky, burning the whole world into a sea of ​​fire that was even more terrifying than hell. Death did not entirely come from the heavy artillery cluster set up in San Loca. More of it was buried underground in advance, with a quantity of more than ten tons of high-explosion explosives.

Lin Xiang did not know the route of the Sixth Legion. He just used his intuition to bury the remains of the Eighth Legion while burying the remaining corpses of the Eighth Legion. There was no water around this field, and the degree of desertification was very serious. Instead of spending a lot of fiscal budget and efforts to improve the farmland with unknown effects, it would be better to directly turn it into a controllable minefield full of death. Even if the Sixth Legion could avoid it this time, it could still be used to deal with other troops from the Black Prison Empire.

Barriok was very unlucky.

The tent where the legion commander was located was stationed just above two boxes of directional remote-controlled tnt explosives. With his parasitic physique as high as seven-star level, he could avoid the moment when the death energy exploded from the ground. However, dozens of 155-mm shells falling from the sky completely blocked all the spaces that were moved forward and back.

But this is not the real reason why Barriok was seriously injured and captured. If it weren't for the heat, his body had just been soaked in cold water, and some of his thinking was attracted by the blonde adjutant, his main thinking was suddenly interrupted by the officer who suddenly rushed into the tent, and he shouted out from him, and the incredible bad news of the Eighth Legion. The retreat order issued by the emperor himself, in short, the above conditions that had a serious impact on the consciousness of thinking, as long as one of them was not true, Barriok could escape from the battlefield that was shocking and exploding.

The biggest common point between the old era and the wasteland world is that there is no "if".

The legs and hips were completely blown up, the parts below the knees disappeared, the muscle tissue on the right side of the abdomen were all broken, revealing a terrifying blood hole with a diameter of more than ten centimeters. Through the uniform that had become silky cloth, you could clearly see the sticky intestinal tube that was slightly squirming with the rhythm of breathing. If it weren't for the last little intuition that realized the serious consequences of the terrifying energy swelling from the ground, and before being completely swallowed by the explosion, Barriok had run about five meters away from the core and circle, at this moment, he had already become a pile of lifeless meat sauce bone residue.

Living is even more miserable than death.

Not only Barriok. In addition to him, there were three other high-level parasite officers who were also part of the Empire who were captured. They were all caught off guard in the big explosion. The most serious one was blown away, with only his right arm left, and his body organs all suffered damage to varying degrees. When the cleaning troops found him from the remains of the battlefield, the parasite was already dying. If the medical officer had not used emergency survival equipment to seal all wounds, even with his extremely powerful mutant constitution, he would have to die like an ordinary person, with blood flowing out of his internal organs and his internal organs exhausted.

Although strong, the essence cannot escape the category of the word "human". What's more, not every parasite can have regeneration power like Lin Xiang. He will die even if he is seriously injured or bleeding.

Trying to open the blood-filled eyes, Barriok shook his head, whose hair was mostly burnt, and struggled wildly under the pressure of the guards next to him, roaring like a mad lion: "Let go of me and let go of you humble and dirty miscellaneous species-----"

Lin Xiang walked up slowly, suddenly reached out and grabbed Barriok's hair, pushing his entire head back hard, revealing a convex triangle Adam's apple that was tightened to the extreme and difficult to swallow under the thin skin.

"I didn't get invited to enter my territory. I really can't find a reason to release you."

Lin Xiang's voice was like water waves, and it was indescribable and beautiful.

I am the commander of the empire. I, I ask you, to give me equal treatment to my identity———”

Struggling brings even more intense and endless pain to the seriously injured body. The action of being pushed back by a huge force made Barriole feel that the neck cone connected to the brain was about to be twisted and broken, and the throat that was squeezed to the closed edge could cause suffocation at any time. It was just a lucky escape from the big explosion and tasted the feeling of dying again. He had to try every means to change his current situation. Compared with the compulsive death that is not subjective, even living like a fat maggot that relies on shit and urine in a cesspool pit is a kind of happiness that is strongly expected.

He lowered his head and stared at the silver-class seal on Barriok's chest representing the identity of the Legion Commander. Lin Xiang's lips, as hard as iron wire, gradually began to soften, revealing a sarcastic smile.

"Don't worry, you won't die."

The answer made Barriok's heart, which was hanging high, finally fell heavily into practice. However, the second sentence from Lin Xiang's mouth immediately caused cold sweat of fear and shock to flow on his rough face.

"You are very excellent experimental materials, you will live hahahahaha, live healthy and carefree."

With difficulty swallowing a sticky saliva, Barriok stared at the wide open eyes, mixed with heavy gasps, as if moaning, or furious, and asked tremblingly: "What do you mean by experiment?"

"I can't answer this question. Because I don't know what is the correct answer?"

Lin Xiang let go of the hand that was holding Barriok's hair, twisted a few hairs that had been pulled out, patted his hands gently, revealing a bright smile like the sun: "When you see the doctor, you will naturally understand."

Total annihilation is a military term with special significance.

For a legion with a number of more than 100, less than 600 people escaped from the encirclement by chance. Judging from the numerical probability, various military equipment, and supplies, it fully meets the definition and standards of "total annihilation".

The battle examples of the entire annihilation of the Eighth Legion of the Black Prison Empire are indeed difficult to replicate. Even if there are a large number of unpassable severe radiation areas around the combat area, sufficient detailed information and military distribution configuration charts are still needed to arrange ambushes responsible for blocking in key areas. However, considering that the empire has noticed the abnormal movements of the Longteng Ling, it has made adjustments to the attack direction of each legion, and using all annihilation as a method of blocking information, it can no longer continue to play its due effect.

In the luxuriously decorated main office of the San Loca City, Lin Xiang, including Wang Biao, Yang Hua, Krasnov, Calvin, and more than ten parasitics who were also officials of the "Extreme Warriors" Legion, stood next to a square wooden table about three meters long, paying close attention to the stack of photos placed on the table, magnified and clear.

The Longteng Air Force troops are still receiving training. Without satellites and other vehicles that can perform space remote sensing technology, reconnaissance of the ground forces can only rely on the coordinates of the garrisons left by Captain Locke, as well as the high-altitude unmanned reconnaissance aircraft sent from the 6571 base.

The seventh, ninth and thirteenth legions of the Black Prison Empire have stopped signs of continuing their attack, and have retreated to about 120 kilometers away from San Loca City and the light radiation area of ​​the eastern coast. The other five legions responsible for attacking the south of the empire also turned around two days ago, entered the empire's hinterland, and advanced northward along the old highway. Obviously, the two consecutive legions were annihilated, which has touched the arrogant nerve of the upper echelons of the empire. They are desperately gathering their troops, wanting to crush the heavy army group with absolute advantage like a tsunami, completely smashing the northern territory that refuses to accept annexation.

"The third batch of supplementary personnel of the Extreme Warriors Legion has arrived. Together with the main force of the "Holy Blood Angel" Legion, we can currently call more than 12,000 mobile troops freely. This number does not include the armored regiments and the Army Aviation Brigade. Of course, the Imperial Army has an absolute advantage in terms of human resources and the number of troops. They can even obtain huge amounts of material aid from the "Redeners" group. If the Empire gathers multiple heavy troops to launch a full-scale attack at one time, the individual elite advantage we have will soon be offset by more than ten times the number of opponents. Don't forget ----Longteng Lingping Ping

Among the people, a large part of the people belonged to the original population of the family that had just surrendered, and the refugees who were forced to join from the wilderness due to lack of food and water. They had almost no loyalty, and could neither serve as soldiers nor were they able to be assigned to armed forces to be reservists. The high-level citizens who could be used for recruitment have reached their limits. Combining various favorable and unfavorable factors, our only and greatest chance of victory is to take the initiative to attack before completing the final assembly, with elite troops as the leader, annihilate the ninth and tenth two legions that are gradually retreating to the empire for confluence."

No one expressed objection.

This is just a strategic command based on the comparison of existing intelligence with the strength, resources and other factors of both sides. The specific implementation also requires a series of cumbersome and complex plans. Every minor detail of the legion, brigade, company, and individual needs to be considered. Any exposure may lead to failure or a complete retreat.

As the highest authority in charge of General Longteng, Lin Xiang knew very well that turning the strategic concept into a possible implementation would require great physical and energy from the staff. Therefore, ten minutes later, the combat officers of each unit left the room and started new and more detailed calculations on the diagrams and the combat power configurations of each region.

Two young and beautiful maids wearing military dresses walked into the room quickly, carefully classified the drawings and photos scattered on the table, and carefully put them into several thick kraft paper file bags. They sealed them one by one, and after confirming that there were no missing, they then sent them to Lin Xiang with a respectful expression.

Lin Xiang did not have a special hobby for women similar to the family rulers. The reason why he chose the waitress was mainly because they were far more careful than men in terms of data archiving and some micro-sections.

"Your Excellency, the guest has been waiting outside for a long time. Do you need to summon him in?"

A maid who had just submitted the information asked half-bearing and humbly.

Nodding, Lin Xiang stuffed the documents in his hand into the drawer and said calmly: "Go and prepare two cups of coffee, don't put sugar in one of them."

A few minutes later, when the closed office door was pushed open again from outside, a medium-sized and strong man walked straight to the desk with steady and solid steps, pulled open the already-placed chair and sat down.

His hair was shaved very short, and you could see the light blue scalp with countless hair follicles. He was not tall, but his muscles were very solid. The chest of the Skeleton Knights uniform tightly on his body was wearing the captain class badge representing the identity of a knight. The moment he walked into the table and sat down, Lin Xiang felt the powerful biological aura of a Samsung parasite released from the other party.

"The Skeleton Knights usually rarely leave their castles. I wonder if it should be considered an honor to meet you in such a place? Dear Captain Sock."

He picked up a piece of sugar cube placed in the dish with his fingers, put it gently into the white porcelain tea cup containing the coffee, and stirred it gently with a silver spoon. Lin Xiang's eyes kept staring at the familiar figure sitting in front of him.

"You have a good memory, and I still remember that I only drink pure coffee without sugar and milk. It would be nice to use this as an opening remark before the formal conversation."

The captain picked up the coffee and took a sip, put it down expressionlessly, moving the muscles on his face, slowly savoring the bitterness and fragrance that permeated the mouth.

Rearing on the soft leather chair, Lin Xiang didn't say anything, and looked at the man sitting opposite him calmly.

He is not bad at speaking, he is just curious.

Strictly speaking, Captain Soke is not a stranger to himself, but he is not as familiar as he can talk directly when he meets. In addition, the limitations of identity, camp, concept, etc. are largely divided, and Lin Xiang has actually listed it as a potential opponent group.

"I don't like to guess my feelings and waste time with boring nonsense about greeting each other. That's a very stupid move————"

Captain Sock obviously belongs to the actual person who has more actions than verbal courtesy. He put the bag in his hand on his knees, tear open the zipper, pulled out a bound document, threw it on the table, and said coldly: "I came here this time, completely in private. It has nothing to do with the Knights or the "Redener". Such a statement may confuse you. But you just need to connect me as an ordinary person, rather than the fixed skeleton knight in the concept of thinking."

“It’s hard to do this.”

Lin Xiang had no intention of picking up the documents and reading them. He carefully observed the expression on Captain Soke's face and shook his head lightly: "You are wearing a black skeleton badge on your chest, which is a fact that no one can change and deny it----"

"That's your personal understanding."

The captain curled his lips and showed an undisguised sarcasm: "In fact, if it weren't for Claude, I wouldn't have come here to talk a lot of nonsense to you. But he is the one I trust the most. Even though I'm dead, I still believe in his judgment."

"Claude?"

Lin Xiang's eyes twitched slightly, and he asked subconsciously: "What does his judgment mean?"

"This document should be of some use to you. But before dealing with the pressure and affairs of the Black Prison Empire, don't expect me to give you any help. I believe in Claude, but it does not mean that I must blindly obey every word he said. Maybe, I may be on your side. However, you must provide evidence that is convincing enough——"

Putting down the cup that was not much left of coffee, Captain Sock stood up from the chair without any delay at the speed and movements he came, turning around, and walking, saying, "Remember, I do not represent the Skeleton Knights now, nor do I represent the "Redener", just say these words to you as an ordinary person. I don't know what the world will look like in the future. I just hope that Claude is right. Because he has never missed it."

Lin Xiang no longer kept his seat in a stiff and silent position. He grabbed the documents on the table, flipped open, and quickly glanced at every line of words covered by his eyes. The expression on his face continued to change with the amount of information taken by his pupils, changing back and forth in tension, surprise, anger and thinking, and the color of his skin also changed between the rapid flushing and pale whitening of all this process, in just a few seconds.

"Please wait"

Looking at Captain Soke who was about to walk out of the office door, Lin Xiang used a respectful word very rarely, and asked in a heavy tone and serious manner: "What is Lieutenant Colonel Claude's judgment?"
Chapter completed!