"Dear fellow human beings, we have been in the wasteland for 1,300 days and nights in the blink of an eye. Recently, the alien races have been defeated one after another. I don't know what your situation is. It seems that you have received some unfair treatment. But at this time

At the turn of the New Year, we have specially prepared a special treat and selected twelve famous flavors from our hometown. I hope you can have a happy meal across the street and forget the troubles of the past."

The letter is signed on the back of the letter, Wasteland ‘Nova’ Human Legion, Sudben.

Mr. Song held the letter in his hand and was stunned for a while. He raised his head and his eyes fell on the brightly lit Xiongguan Pass in the distance.

More than two months have passed.

The alien camp is still so familiar, without any changes, giving people an indescribable sense of peace of mind.

But standing here, he felt that everything was so strange, and he suddenly felt like the world had changed.

It was just one winter, what did they miss?

Seeing Mr. Song frozen in place, Zaien stood beside him and read the contents of the letter on tiptoe.

"Shet, this is their gift to us? How did they know we would come here?"

Different from Mr. Song's focus, Zain's reaction was a bit big when he saw this letter.

The alien races were defeated one after another. It was not surprising that the human commanders guessed that they had lost power, but they could guess that they still had a chance to make a comeback, and prepared this gift in advance...

Zayn took a step back and looked at the centaur warriors around him involuntarily.

Within the alien race, there are also spies arranged by humans. This is what Curse Tiger himself told them.

However, after a group of people were released, they rushed to the front line non-stop. Even if there were alien spies recruited by humans among them who knew the information, they would not be able to pass it on so quickly.

Therefore, he somewhat suspected that there were human spies among the centaur warriors and brought them here.

"Don't make wild guesses, I suspect they have prepared this gift in every sentry tower around."

Oliden was calm and quickly arranged for two centaur warriors to search the nearby sentry tower.

After a while.

The two came back one after the other, holding red festive paper boxes with the same Tianyuan mark in their hands.

Open it, and even the contents recorded on the note inside are exactly the same.

"Sure enough, they have prepared similar gifts in each guard tower, just to let us see, know, and understand that the living standards of human beings in the checkpoint have been greatly improved."

Oliden said, looking at Mr. Song involuntarily.

A few hours ago, everyone reached a unanimous decision to detonate the status of the soldiers in the level through pressurization.

In particular, this Mr. Song suggested on the spot that the foreign race should spend a lot of money to find a few high-level chefs to cook delicious human delicacies and blow the smell to the frontline positions day and night.

But now that the soldiers in the level are so well-fed, are the strategies they prepared still useful?

"I'm careless. We were away for more than two months, but the other side was always there!"

Being stared at by Oliden, Mr. Song gradually came back to his senses, smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Forget it, let's go back first. It seems that we have to start over from the very beginning of collecting intelligence. At least we can understand what kind of progress the humans have made this winter before we can make a decision."

"What about these things?" Zayn nodded and pointed to the three boxes on the ground.

There are small square boxes inside, which are a bit like the self-heating hotpots on Earth, but there are no such fancy packaging and labels, only a simple flavor label and a huge Tianyuan logo.

"Take it back. Even if we don't eat it, we can still study how it is made."

Mr. Song waved his hand.

This is a naked conspiracy, and it is one of the favorite strategies of the Chinese people.

Therefore, he did not doubt that there were bombs or poisons in these square boxes. There was no need for that.

The other party is obviously trying to attack people's hearts, but they don't know the current situation of this group of people.

You already have nothing, no matter how bad the situation is, how bad can it get?

...

Back at the alien camp, Curse Tiger had already sent people to vacate three large tents in advance, and arranged two catwomen to serve each person.

Mr. Song fetched some cold water, washed his face briefly, and began to look through the information collected by the aliens in the past few days.

The main frontal war between humans and aliens took a break, but the small-scale disputes never stopped.

On the two-hundred-and-thirty-kilometer-long front, several encounters involving more than a hundred people occurred almost every day, as well as dozens of conflicts between reconnaissance teams.

At the same time, the two parties have never stopped spying on intelligence.

Aliens are accustomed to using flying aliens for investigation. They fly around with a high-definition camera and can capture the general situation in the human level.

Humans, on the other hand, use simpler and brainless suicide drones, releasing dozens of them at once. As long as they can rush into the alien camp, they can transmit the images through the equipped signal towers.

"Throughout the winter, this Tianyuan Territory was able to guarantee a transportation efficiency of five days every five days. It is simply unbelievable."

After looking through six filming images according to the date, Mr. Song couldn't help but sigh.

The larger the scale of the war, the more important logistics efficiency becomes.

Based on the scale of the 3.5 million soldiers currently hoarded by humans on the front line, the food consumed every day alone is an astronomical figure.

If you only rely on part of the head territory or the supply of a certain sector, the aliens can easily cut off the line, causing a shortage of supplies on the front line.

However, the reality is disappointing.

Putting aside the pervert of Tianyuan Territory, the transportation efficiency of the five-day wave is unbeatable. Anyone can tell that they have established an extremely long transportation line and are absolutely not afraid of foreign sneak attacks.

Let’s not talk about the Yusanjia territory. Although there are occasional small errors in the transportation of materials in the three territories, which may be a day or two late, overall the average number can be controlled at about seven days.

But what happened to those large territories?

The monthly supply of supplies to these territories has never been absent, and the efficiency is frighteningly stable.

Could it be that humanity has completely completed its internal integration this winter and is bent on defeating the alien race?

If this is the case, the situation everyone is facing now will definitely be a hundred times more difficult than the mess they were in half a year ago.

"No wonder Curse Tiger is in a hurry and wants to invite us out to stabilize the situation..."

"If we continue to advance at this efficiency, it will take less than half a year for mankind to seek active advancement."

Mr. Song didn't think for long before he found the reason why Curse Tiger lowered his head.

After losing three times in a row, although humans had the upper hand, they never once pursued victory.

The most obvious one is the last pursuit and evacuation.

According to the momentum of mankind at that time, it could at least destroy the camp established by the aliens here, and even advance a few kilometers further.

But they didn't do this, they just stopped immediately after conquering the previously lost territory, allowing the aliens to regain a foothold in the frontline camp.

Why do this?

Obviously, they don't want the alien race to reestablish roots elsewhere and reshuffle the situation.

Instead, he planned to wait for the opportunity to come in this old place and prepare for a wave of hope to defeat the alien race.

"So the best response now is to evacuate?"

Can't withdraw even a little bit.

Mr. Song's heart was a little shaken. The other party's successive plots seemed to have clearly calculated every step they took.

A deep sense of powerlessness came over him.

As the saying goes, those who have gained the right will be helped a lot, while those who are unjust will be helped less.

The level commander on the opposite side has the right time, the right location, the right people, and the support of billions of humans standing behind him.

But they had just stepped out of the dungeon, and the aliens who wanted to take advantage of them were still very defensive.

win?

What to win?

"Now if we want to make a comeback, the only way is to start from the rear."

This is the move Mr. Song least wants to make.

The two sides choose to confront each other on the front line, setting up their horses and horses for a head-on confrontation. There are very few things to consider.

Humans will not make crazy roundabout attacks, such as taking a detour from the sea and sneaking into the eastern rear.

Another example is the release of large-scale destructive weapons and high-altitude bombing of large military camps set up by aliens.

But if the alien race breaks the rules and starts from behind the human race, the unspoken rules of war no longer need to be followed.

At that time, with the organizational capabilities of the alien tribe, they will definitely be defeated like a mountain.

Unless we can start from the rear and continue to maintain this unspoken rule, there will be absolutely no chance of victory.

Mr. Song was thinking this and suddenly had a headache. He had to lean on the chair and press his temples with handwheels to relax.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden noise outside.

At that moment, the centaur captain who took them to investigate the sentry tower rushed in in a panic and shouted: "Mr. Song, it's not good, your companion seems to have been poisoned!"

"What?!"
To be continued...