Once discovered and blown up by humans, millions of aliens on the front lines will immediately be in crisis.

"Let's go, according to the group, report to me every three days."

"Brother Song, take care."

"Mr. Song, I hope to hear good news from you."

"..."

Wave after wave of people left on wildebeests.

After a while, only Mr. Song was left, Zain, who insisted on following him, and Oliden, another Westerner.

The three of them stood side by side, their figures looking a little lonely.

"Mr. Song, I was confused just now. Thank you for saving me."

Zain bent to ninety degrees and bowed respectfully.

If Mr. Song had just followed his words, the Cursed Tiger would have burst out on the spot.

"Okay, no need to say anything unnecessary, let's go."

Mr. Song waved his hand and turned around to get on the wildebeest.

He does not want to play partisan competition, nor does he want to cultivate any confidants.

Working for a foreign race is literally a job with your head tied to your belt.

The reason why we are alive today is because there is still some value in them.

If the value disappears, even if it is not hacked to death by aliens, it will be sent to the gallows by humans.

The wildebeest left the station and ran towards the front line at a speed of sixty kilometers per hour.

At about ten o'clock in the evening, the three of them finally returned to the familiar main camp.

Compared to more than two months ago, nothing much has changed here.

It's still the familiar camp layout, the familiar smell...

"Huh? What does it smell like? Why does it smell so good?"

Mr. Song got off the Wildebeest and stared at the first checkpoint on the front line in the distance, stunned.

The stench in the camp was still there, but the night wind brought a special smell from the distant checkpoint.

It seems to be a strong meaty aroma, mixed with the special aroma of chili peppers, which makes people's fingers twitch.

"Sir, it should be your Dongda cuisine...the smell of fried pork with chili pepper."

Zayn could clearly distinguish the smell in the air, and there was a trace of confusion on his expressionless face.

There is no problem with peppers, they can be grown in a greenhouse even in winter.

But the meat, where does the meat come from?

In just three and a half years, even if there are enough female species, it is absolutely impossible for humans to complete the construction of a breeding industry from scratch, let alone supply it to frontline soldiers in bulk.

"Come on, let's go over and take a look."

Mr. Song made the decision on the spot.

Under the protection of two teams of elite centaur warriors, the three people left the camp and approached the checkpoint.

The closer you get, the more obvious the smell of chili-fried meat is in the air.

At the same time, there are also some other aromas mixed in, all of which are the famous dishes of Dongda.

"So the suspicion formation is still..."

The three of them looked at each other, all a little surprised.

Even if you make vegetables into flowers, it is impossible to make meat and vegetables with such full color, aroma and flavor.

Mr. Song did not think that this was a smell deliberately released by the opposite level. He understood that if the soldiers in the level smelled this smell and could not eat it, their mental pressure would immediately increase several times.

"You can't go any further. Once you pass here, you will encounter their patrol team."

The three of them wanted to get closer, but the captain of the Centaur team stood up and stopped them.

"Look, that's the sentry tower they built. If you go there, you may encounter an ambush."

"Watch tower?"

Mr. Song looked doubtfully in the direction of the centaur captain's finger.

Sure enough, a concrete building about four meters high stood not far away, which had not been seen before.

"Humans are trying to advance their positions. Every night, they will push these marking towers hundreds of meters to build. We have tried to stop them, but the cost is too high!"

"But there seems to be no one there?"

"There is no one now, and they are afraid that we will attack at night, so there will be people stationed during the day, and they will all retreat at night."

"Since there is no one, let's go over and have a look."

Mr. Song's tone was firm. The centaur captain wanted to refuse, but after thinking of Cursed Tiger's instructions, he had no choice but to nod in agreement.

The distance before and after is only three hundred meters.

The two teams approached furtively, but fortunately they did not encounter the border patrol team at night.

When we arrived at the bottom of the guard tower, the entrance door was ajar.

Mr. Song winked, and Zaien stepped forward, pushed open the door and looked inside.

It was empty inside, with only a table and a chair.

However, on the top of the table, there is a red festive paper box with the Tianyuan mark printed on it.

"What's this?"

Zain subconsciously wanted to go up and take a look, but was pulled out of the tower by Mr. Song.

"Be careful and let them go."

The centaur captain understood and ordered a soldier to step forward and open the carton.

There are no weapons inside, just twelve packaging boxes of the same size with a piece of letter paper on them.

"Bring the letter here, let me take a look."

Mr. Song was very cautious and took a few steps back before taking the letter.
Chapter completed!