Yang Ming's network access terminal vibrated slightly.

[The insect wave is about to arrive in the second buffer zone, please report to the designated combat sequence immediately.]

"Let's go," Yang Ming said. "Last time it was just an appetizer. We are about to face the real insect wave. Later, you can follow me in the mecha. Don't be dominated by instinct."

Whispering nodded solemnly and followed Yang Ming step by step.

She was obedient and became inseparable.

…

According to the detailed instructions given by the hairdresser, after completing the jump, the Dongfeng sailed past the edge of the densely packed Imperial battleship group arranged in a multi-layered battle formation, and rushed towards the central area.

This is the empire's second battlefield against the insect tide.

We are about to face a frontal invasion by a swarm of insects numbering over 10 billion.

If they can't stop them, these bugs will rush towards the Pan-Emperor Star Circle Economic Belt with overwhelming force, and the dozens of economically prosperous and populous main stars in this direction will suffer destruction.

Both the Zerg and the Empire have prepared reinforcements.

Behind this large insect swarm, there are three insect swarms not far apart, and they may move forward to provide support at any time.

Behind the more than 20,000 medium and large battleships arranged in the front, the empire is also equipped with more than 8,000 main battleships to fill the vacancies here at any time.

Even before the insect swarm appeared, a tragic atmosphere had already enveloped the place.

They must eliminate enough bugs to lay the foundation for the next fight against the Queen.

The soldiers and officers wrote their respective suicide notes;

The soldiers solemnly swore an oath to the flag;

The technical operators repeatedly gave psychological hints to ensure that their hands would not shake or instructions would be delayed later.

From now on, there will be no distinction between men, women, old and young. All humans who can appear here will bear the mission of human survival and fight to the death with alien races.

Yang Ming's Dongfeng cruised by slowly.

Many soldiers noticed this somewhat exaggerated-looking ship and stood still behind the portholes, performing imperial military salutes and attention salutes.

The visible flag was embroidered with the arms of the Sherman family;

The invisible flag has the names of 'ghost' and 'hero'.

The Dongfeng slowly hovered near the central command ship. The airship on which Yang Ming and Bo Sua were riding left the tail cabin and got into the side cabin of the three-thousand-meter-level command ship.

In order to facilitate the attack, the particle transmission machine in the Dongfeng has been moved to the tail cabin, and the two of them can return to the Dongfang at any time.

Now, it is the coordination stage before the war begins.

Yang Ming must ensure that when he and Po Sa charge forward, the human fleet will provide them with sufficient firepower support, and he must also participate in the formulation of tactics throughout the process to increase his influence in the Imperial Military.

The door of the outer cabin where the airship is located is closed, compressed air begins to be injected and the pressure is increased.

"Remember what we need to keep secret," Yang Ming warned.

Whistle nodded slightly.

She put on a tight-fitting combat uniform, put on a cold face, and seemed a little nervous about facing the new environment.

Yang Ming took the initiative to hold the back of her hand: "Follow me."

She nodded calmly: "Okay, baby."

Yang Ming glared at her, turned around and jumped off the airship; his whirling figure slowly fell down, and he immediately followed Yang Ming.

But she ignored the simulated gravity field around her and maintained a suspended state. Her toes were kept half an inch off the ground, and her slender legs were even more slender.

The safety gate ahead slowly opened.

Just two swishing sounds were heard, and two rows of soldiers shouldered their laser guns at the same time, stomping their feet vigorously in neat movements, and punched their chests with one fist.

Yang Ming nodded calmly and stepped forward with his voice.

The soldiers responsible for welcoming them turned around in order, guarded Yang Ming and Po Suo in the center of the team, and sent them to the command center where several lieutenant generals were located.

Posuo maintained a cold attitude.

Obviously, her current destructive power is not as powerful as Yang Ming, but the soldiers, officers, and technical support personnel who passed by were a little scared when they saw her, but when they looked at Yang Ming, they immediately felt at ease.

This allows Wei Suo, who can directly feel human emotions, to be somewhat incomprehensible and a little concerned.

"Hanton!"

As they approached the command center, a familiar loud voice came. Gris, who had recovered from his illness and was discharged from the hospital, came forward with several senior commanders of the reformed warriors.

Just as Gris was about to grin, he couldn't help but tremble a few times after seeing Whistle, and his expression became a little solemn.

He thought again of the scene where he led his team to surround and kill the Valkyrie.

That feeling of despair immediately came to his eyes.

Yang Ming smiled and said: "Gris, this is Bosuo. She used to be an enemy of the empire, but now she is my assistant."

"Oh, this," Gris frowned slightly, "Okay, those who can contribute to the empire are our comrades, although I still can't accept it...she won't lose control, right?"

Posuo said calmly: "I didn't do it before, but I do now."

"oh!"

Gris instantly raised his hands: "I didn't bring a weapon!"

Yang Ming smiled and said: "Okay, Posu, don't scare Gris, he is my little friend. Posu is different now from before, she can control her killing instinct."

"I hope so," Gris grinned, took two steps forward, and took the initiative to extend his right hand to Whistle.

Basuo looked down at his palm and frowned slightly.

Yang Ming tried to smooth things over: "She has mysophobia."

Posuo explained: "He is too weak and I don't want to establish friendship with him."

"That's okay," Yang Ming coughed, winked at Gris, and led Whispering towards the door of the command center ahead.

Gris's forehead was covered with black lines, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

A buddy on the side raised his voice and said, "He is too weak."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, he's too young."

"Get out!"

Gris gritted his teeth and cursed, and the others walked away laughing.

Although everyone had a cold sweat on their backs, the tacit understanding between adults allowed them to avoid this topic.

Behind the gate, two guards boldly stepped forward to block them:

"Ma'am, please stop."

"Major General, the core of our command system is here. The Valkyrie is too powerful. Look..."

"Bisha," Yang Ming turned around and said, "Wait for me here for a while."

"Yes," Posuo nodded calmly, followed Yang Ming's example, fell to the ground, and put his hands behind his back.

The surrounding soldiers felt as if they were facing a powerful enemy and did not dare to breathe.

Whispering stared at Yang Ming's back, as if she was studying something. When she saw Yang Ming chatting and laughing with several old men who were guarded, she immediately gave up the idea of ​​'learning'.

She can't do such a thing.

It's no wonder that she lost to the lower life form created by her genes in the previous competition.

Sudden.

Gu——

Po Sa and Yang Ming looked in the direction where the fleet's gun barrels were pointing almost at the same time.

Whales cry in deep space, and a tide of insects is coming.

The second buffer zone operation is about to begin.
Chapter completed!