The self-destructive mosquito, which suddenly appeared in the camouflage optical camouflage, made a death roar and rushed towards the transport ship carrying the commando. During the sprint, a large amount of green smoke suddenly erupted from its tail, and the speed was faster. The transport plane pilot who hurriedly twisted the joystick to try to dodge only had time to flash a thought of [these bugs have evolved] in his mind, and turned into ashes with his transport ship and the 12 commandos carried on the transport ship.

On the bridge of Count Zeppelin, Zeppelin watched the icon of the transport ship symbolizing the rescue commando's ride suddenly turn gray, and had to interrupt Lehman, who was mobilizing the fleet to deploy and adjust the air defense network. She knew how much her commander attached to this rescue, and it seemed that it was not only because of the ghost and the commander's brother, but also because of some deeper reason...

"Commander, Valkyrie fell, the commando was shot down."

"What's going on?!" Lehman sat up straight.

"It's some kind of newly evolved self-destruction insect," Zeppelin reported to Lehman while checking the last image from the downed transport plane. "The self-destruction mosquito has evolved. The insect has a certain optical stealth ability and a very fast sprinting speed. The final impact speed is very fast..."

Lehman looked at the image projected by Zeppelin and fell into a brief thought. The Zerg evolved unexpectedly. The falling commando, the Kerrigan, fell on the ground, and a series of events flashed through his mind like a slide. Zeppelin watched Lehman tap the podium with his fingers and remained silent. He looked at the tense battle situation again. Just as he was about to say something, Lehman spoke:

"The evolution of self-destructive mosquitoes seems to sacrifice the flight ability of self-destructive mosquitoes and evolved some kind of low-efficiency optical camouflage skin, which can integrate the self-destructive mosquitoes with the surrounding environment. And because the stationary organ enters the stop, the thermal energy signal is very low. From the perspective of the attack method, it should be a certain jet propulsion organ with extremely limited distance but very fast speed.... Convey relevant information to all frontline air forces and treat self-destructive mosquitoes as air lightning. From now on, before entering the combat airspace, the air force must scan or assist with auxiliary ships carrying high-sensitive sensors..."

"Yes, Commander!"

"Catch me CRT (Cobsp;&absp;Team, combat rescue and reconnaissance) troops and special forces."

Zeppelin nodded, and the face of a Marine in non-powered armor and Uther's face appeared on the screen together. Lehman turned to the Marine first--a group of elite leaders who jumped out of Minsk before the battle began. He formed these elites into a temporary CRT team, and it was time to use them.

"Lt. Crow, I have a mission. The transport plane that was receiving the ghost has just been shot down. The CRT is now ready to go out and go to the backup meeting place to pick up the ghost. Come in and out quickly. Do you understand?"

The old Marines, known as [Crow], obviously did not like to talk very much, but nodded silently and hung up the communication. After the call here, Lehman quickly turned his attention to Uther again. When he looked at Uther, Lehman obviously did not have the pleasure of giving the order before. He pondered for a moment and said to Uther:

"You are always ready to intervene in the battle. I feel that the real mastermind is about to take action, and my future sister-in-law is likely to be the key point. I will go out when necessary, huh?"

"I understand what you mean."

Uther answered concisely and hung up, leaving Lehman sitting there with a heavy face and thinking for a while. His face was sometimes ferocious and sometimes soothing. Finally, he seemed to make a decision in his heart. He grabbed the phone and connected a confidential line, which was directly connected to Brandon Naidingle's transport ship:

"Mr. Needingle, I'm Lehman, listen, don't interrupt, I don't have much time, next you will get a mission to transport a group of elite CRTs to the war zone to pick up a ghost agent, which is dangerous, but I think in your experience, you are more suitable than most of the drivers here. What I want to say next is not sent to you in the form of a mission briefing, you have to keep it in mind, OK?"

"Get it." Brandon's calm reply came from the other end of the confidential line.

"Wait a minute, you will get fuel supply and carry a CRT team. I need you to stay for two more minutes while refueling, and then draw the area behind your spacecraft with an area of ​​at least 15X15 meters as an area that is free from entering by idle people. Simply put, don't let your passengers, that is, the people from the CRT team, go over. You can find reasons for yourself. Speaking of this, is it still clear?"

"Uh," Brandon hesitated for a moment, but still gave a positive reply, "I understand, sir."

"There is one more thing. The nuclear bomb will be left on your ship for use whenever you have to."

"When it's a last resort?"

"When it comes out of nominees, you will be notified, or you will understand by yourself. Take the nuclear bomb backup remote control detonator, never leave your hand, understand?"

"...I understand, sir."

"Very good, I wish you all the best."

After saying that, Lehman hung up the communication and turned his attention back to the battle situation. His fingers slid gently, and the scene in the projection gradually moved. Finally, the picture was fixed on the initial landing field. Lehman stared at the soldiers who looked as small as ants under orbital photography, constantly magnifying the image, and finally fixing the image on his brother.

Jim Renault didn't know that his brother was watching him from the starry sky at this moment, and he was busy commanding the troops to set up defense lines.

The Marines arranged the defense location at this moment, which was the largest mineral base on the planet. The entire position was backed by a huge mining area. The large glacier named Glacier No. 1 spread on the cliff above them. The ice showed a strange green color - this was the result of a large amount of gas influence, and these green glaciers were facing the position below.

The SCVs were busy and frantically sent a large amount of ore back to the temporary factory that was unfolding, and placed the simple collection device on some huge cracks in the mining area. The precious gas penetrated out of those cracks and did not require the assumption that a complex collection device could be collected and used directly.

In addition to these SCVs that are desperately collecting resources, other SCVs are desperately pretending to be extra armor plates for the bunkers dropped by the tracks. Although these bunkers dropped directly avoid the trouble of construction, they cannot be too heavy because of the orbital airdrop, which leads to a weaker defense ability compared to normal bunkers. The SCVs are strengthening these bunkers and superimposing a large number of armor plates on these bunkers.

Some of the already strengthened bunkers have opened the door. The Marines are following their commanders to the bunkers they will defend next, moving a large amount of ammunition, medical supplies and spare weapons in. Some of the Marines have just run back from the periphery of the bunker - this is just now being mined.

Behind the bunker, the heavy hammer sergeant was shouting, and hundreds of siege tanks were making huge roars and running around. These tanks were adjusting their positions to achieve the maximum shelling effect. During the tank's rampage, many marines hurriedly dodged, and they were so angry that they pointed at the tank and cursed.

"Speak, whoever scolds me will not throw shells to anyone else." Sergeant Heavy Hammer listened to the rough curses that could not be more rough, grabbed the loudspeaker and shouted.

"Fuck    you,    Serg!!!" Some Marines also turned on the loudspeaker and responded.

“You    fucking    who?!    HUH?!    You    fucking    WHO?!    Let    the    fucking    begin    muthafucker!!!”

Sergeant Heavy Hammer cursed and responded with a smile, while controlling the tank's muzzle, twisting around, causing the Marines to scatter. While dispersing, you can hear slogans such as [I     dick     bigger        your       cannons,       me    up!].

He grinned, ignored it, turned his head and looked at his deputy (Note 1), and after whistling a bell and whistle to attract the other party's attention, he gave a very serious advice:

"Put all those precious mushroom bullets in place. Check it out. I don't want to wait for the big fireworks to be released. If the big fireworks cannot be released, I will put you in the cannon barrel and shoot them out. I understand?"

The heavy hammered assistant grinned, raised his thumbs up to his superiors, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"By the way, special equipment, how are you?" Chongchu suddenly remembered something and asked again.

"There is no problem with the hydraulic device, there is nothing mechanically. What I care about is fire control. As long as those fire controls don't have any problems, there should be nothing."

"You check the machine again, I'll check the fire control program, no errors can occur."

After saying that, the heavy hammer went back to the cockpit and went busy. Around her car, more and more tanks set up gun barrels. The Goliath robot walked around with big steps, staring at the sky vigilantly, guarding the sky above this busy position.

Jim looked at the busy position and smiled with satisfaction. At this moment, the armor surface showed that Lehman was calling in the morning.

"Hey, brother, what's wrong?"

“There are some minor problems with Kerrigan, and we are launching the backup support plan.”

As Lehman said this, Jim Renault's face turned pale in an instant.
Chapter completed!