This number makes them feel pain.

This pain has brought a lot of rest time to humans.

At least during this period of time, humans can use the upcoming hour and a half to quickly organize the construction of a defense circle.

"Who sent you?"

"Yingtian. Ah!"

The wasteland time is 7:42, and there are still eighteen minutes before the tsunami comes.

All the wounded on the Tundra have been treated. Because of the use of some magical drugs, the humans who were originally at the gate of hell have come back to life.

The deck is already in chaos and there is no time to reorganize and repair it.

So everyone on the boat could only stay on the main deck for a while, and everyone could see this bloody interrogation scene.

One of the spies' hands was cut off and blood was scattered out.

"I'll ask you who sent you!"

"Ying Laogou, it was Ying Laogou who sent me here. He has completely surrendered to the alien race and is now in the alien race team!"

"How many of you guys are there..."

"Three Hundred and Twenty-Five People!"

"Why do you come here to attack the Tundra!"

"Because... Ying Laogou reached an agreement with the aliens, and he helped the aliens break through the tundra fleet, and the aliens gave them the tundra, including everyone on the tundra!"

As soon as he asked and answered, the man who had his hands chopped was as obedient as a chicken and did not dare to make any rash moves.

From how Ying Tianlong and others hook up with foreign races, how to make suggestions for foreign races.

The man said every detail in detail, and there were many details. Obviously, he was also a "general" in the organization.

"Have it thrown away?"

"Give it aside!"

After a while, watching the man gradually become unconscious due to the continuous blood flow, the two soldiers stepped forward and threw him directly from the bow of the ship.

Kill such a person.

Dirty hands!

His destination should be to go under the water and be with these 230,000 dead souls for eternal companionship!

"Prepare for the battle. There are still the last four hours before the clock turn. There are only 40,000 people left in the alien race, and we still have 170,000. Even if we use our lives, we can't lose!"

"If we can hold on in these four hours, we can persevere until the reinforcements arrive. Then everyone will not have to fight anymore."

"Zhang Long, Liu Neng, you two bring 20,000 people each, and the others each bring 10,000 people. I will take the rest in the end!"

"In fighting two waves, no matter what, we have to fight two more waves!"

Looking at the bitter smile on the faces of the people below, Lu Yongyi nodded and turned around and walked into the command room that was temporarily built on the deck behind him.

He said panic.

All those who received the order on the deck also knew that he had lie.

However, in the captains' minds, what they think is:

The so-called reinforcements mentioned by Lu Suo were simply false. He only told this kind lie with good intentions just to give everyone a chance.

However, at such moments, they are willing to listen, they are unwilling to refute.

They know that they really need this lie.

But what they couldn't imagine was that the real lie was

The drawing board hanging on the wall of the temporary command room.

Many red dots were quickly appearing on the edge, and gathered towards the central red cloud at a crazy speed...

Paintboard!
Chapter completed!