In 2308 AD, the gray sky, red gravel everywhere, the unique desolate landform of Mars, the mechanical wreckage burning with flames everywhere, and the alien corpses covered with the ground, exuding a pungent smell and disgusting liquid. These strange monsters brought great disasters to the ambitious humans. The war lasted for two years, and the Martian battlefield was the last line of defense for mankind.

Such a tragic scene is also the most common picture of human Mars defense line.

In the corner of such a picture, several simple and broken metal walls barely maintain the existence of a small stronghold.

The main entrance of this stronghold has been twisted and deformed, and was pulled down and thrown aside. The roof is even more fragmented, looking like a broken egg shell.

However, even the most broken stronghold is still the stronghold. A small team of twelve soldiers wearing Earth Federation armed forces were catching time to rest. Some wiped their guns, and some took advantage of the rare gap in wartime to huddle behind the walls and sucked in the clouds and mist.

The small stronghold was filled with a choking smell of smoke, but all the soldiers were very awake. Perhaps, this smell of smoke was what really made them feel that they were still alive in this war.

"There is some movement!" Someone suddenly shouted, and everyone jumped up immediately, put the cigarette butt in their hands, put on their helmets, and in a flash, they returned to the fighting posture. However, everyone was only nervous for a while, and soon someone took off their helmets, and then the scolding sounded in the small base.

"Damn it, which idiot is yelling around? It's so much of my cigarette that I've wasted!"

"Just! Don't you have eyes? You don't even recognize the captain's 'kart'?"

Everyone was a little nervous during a long battle. Amid the noisy and raucous curses, a small black dot in the yellow sand in the distance quickly grew larger. It was a military vehicle developed and put into use ten years ago, specially developed for the Martian landform, commonly known as "kart".

A moment later, the kart stopped outside the gate of the small stronghold, and a man, who was also armed with federal standards, but had two silver stars embedded in his arms, jumped down.

The man also did not wear a helmet, his trivial black hair was terrible, he looked like he hadn't washed for a long time, his eyes were gentle and sharp. He looked at the appearance around him, and his expression was a little worried.

For the interstellar voyage, humans have been able to adapt to such a harsh environment after hundreds of years of slow but stable genetic modification. The warriors have three scars that seem to be scratched by the claws of some beast, which look fierce and fierce.

This man is Mo Feng. He is 28 years old this year, captain of the Blood Wolf Team of the Earth Federation, with the rank of colonel. In fact, he is also the front-line commander on this line of defense.

"Fatty, what's going on?" Mo Feng walked to the person who was the most fiercer in the small base just now, looked around, raised his chin and asked.

"Isn't it the same thing?" The fat man lazily took out another cigarette, lit it and took a deep breath. "I just killed those dog bastards. Two of us died. In addition, Lao Liang and Zhan were slightly injured. Of course, if there are reinforcements and supplies, I will definitely welcome you with both hands."

"There are some in my supply car. I will be moved here later. If there is reinforcement, there will be no one. You will be devastated. There is a shortage of people everywhere now. If it really doesn't work, I will be a commando for you." Mo Feng smiled.

"Ahem, I don't mean that, boss, we have been on this line of defense for more than a month. When will it be the end? Can those guys in the military be more reliable? What are the nanny doing? Our army died in batches and restrained those beasts. The fleet they blew all day long, why didn't they win yet!"

"Ask me, who will I ask?" Mo Feng rolled his eyes at the fat man, took out a cigarette from his cigarette box and lit it, and said, "The above order is to resist here, and you must not take a step back."

"Hey! Hold on... I'll hold on!" The fat man couldn't help but sneer and shouted and cursed, "Two years ago, the above said he was holding on the Sethis Plateau, and 1.27 million people died. A year ago, the above said he was holding on the Sun Lake, and 5.6 million people died. Those aliens knew us well. They all knew our deployment and our weaknesses. Those experts had developed something. I really don't know if they were behind or we were behind. If the other party was not a group of monsters that could not be communicated with, I would have thought we had a traitor."

"Don't complain, we are soldiers, and no one wants to see this situation." Mo Feng was silent for a moment, took a deep breath again, and took the cigarette in his hand to the bottom. "This time, the upper part should have made up his mind. Most of the Mars defense line has fallen into the hands of aliens. Once it breaks through, the Earth-Moon system will directly suffer a devastating blow. This time it should be a decisive battle. I heard that all the space fleets on the moon have been mobilized."

"Grandma, if you want to talk about technology, the confinement nanny is OK, but they lack some courage!" The fat man also sucked the cigarette hard until the end, then smashed the cigarette's butt to the ground, and crushed the military boots hard for a few times.

"Okay, man, I'll find two people to bring supplies. I'll go to a post below." Mo Feng also threw away the cigarette butts in his hand, patted the fat man's head, turned around and took the two people out.

A few minutes later, Mo Feng's "kart" had just driven away, and the shouts rang out in the small outpost.

"Enemy attack!"

Amid the slightly shrill shouts, alien warriors like tides surged in the distance. These tall alien creatures, some are upright, some are crawling with limbs, and some are full of a substance that has been made of a "tempered protein" by scientists. They have quite amazing combat power. The most important thing is that they are amazing in number, bloodthirsty, and are fascinated by human flesh. Gunshots and explosions sounded one after another, and blood and fire intertwined in the yellow sand all over the sky. The gang of warriors who were still depressed just now have completely changed. There is no fear in their eyes, only the deep hatred of blood!

A month later, Mo Feng's kart was once again parked at the door of the small outpost.

This time, no one in the small outpost issued an incorrect warning, and when Mo Feng walked into the small outpost, there were only six people left.

"Fatty." Mo Feng pounded the fat man's chest and tried not to look at his empty right arm. There was a scar on Mo Feng's own face that ran through the left forehead to his chin. The flesh that was turned on his body made his image look even more ferocious.

The fat man didn't speak because everyone wasn't talking much. Here, there was only one name left. Living means too many things, and death may be a kind of relief.
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