Chapter 229 Only Prayer

"So Tiger, are you from Andreyevich?"

Tiger answered without hesitation, "Yes, captain, I'm the Andreevich faction!"

Cutler stared into Tiger's eyes. After half a silence, he replied in a low voice, "Me too."

"But, don't forget that right now, those spirit people have invaded the planet. They are so cunning and treacherous, those little bean sprouts, cockroaches in the universe. Now they are invading the territory of our great empire, and our golden wilderness star is burning in the flames of war!"

Cutler stared at Tiger fiercely: "Now, forget that we are the identity of the Andreevich faction. We are now the most loyal soldiers of His Majesty. We will fight for the Emperor and drain every drop of blood in our bodies on the battlefield. And even if you die, let the blood drown the enemies of the empire!"

"Yes! Fight for His Majesty the God!" Tiger stood up almost reflexively and made a military salute to the captain.

"Ms. soldier Tiger listens to the order! Repeat this team's task!"

"Yes! This team will go to the front line to search for and find the survivors, as well as contact the scattered surviving troops, and let these legions gather at the gate of the wilderness!"

"Very good! Don't forget our mission!"

At this time, Cutler finally engraved Rott's name on his arm completely. He wrapped the wound skillfully and quickly. After taking off his rolled-up sleeves, he immediately returned a military salute to Tiger.

"Now, eat immediately, limited to five minutes. After five minutes, we will continue to set out to find the alfalfa leaf mixed army!"

Golden Field Star.

This planet is an important planet that the people of the Far East of the Empire are proud of. As a granary and a large mineral base, it not only provides logistical food supply for the troops fighting on the front line in the Far East, but also provides ore raw materials for a high-level foundry world.

Maybe for the people in this exhibition area now, there is nothing more important than guarding the Golden Wilderness Star except His Majesty the God.

However, this golden wheat wave is as wide as the sea on the planet, but it was burned by the flames of war.

The spirit people are coming, and no one has foreseen this in advance. These damn spirit people should be entangled with the Imperial Guard in the three large battlefields on the front line, and the two sides should be engaged in a fierce, cruel tug-of-war as if they were stuck in a quagmire.

Humans and spiritual people should die on the front line for the ownership of even a small position. The two sides continue to invest their own combat strength to maintain the offensive. No one has a trace of free time to take a good breath - unless there is no one on the other side to breathe.

However, when the war on the front line entered this situation known as the "meat grinder", the Golden Field Star, an important material planet behind the front line, was suddenly attacked by the spiritual people!

The intelligence department of the defense army seemed to have been killed clean by the spiritual people in advance - not only did they not have time to warn, but even after the war burned on the golden wilderness star, they could not judge how many troops the spiritual people had sent this time!

Several star battle groups in the Far East Theater have already been on the front line, and the defense forces in the rear must not be said to be sufficient. However, the attack of the Ling people this time was so fast and fierce - all the new planet consul could do was to do his best to gather troops and send the most urgent distress signal to all the planets that could receive the message.

Every soldier in the exhibition area knows what it means to lose the Golden Field Star at this time: once the Golden Field falls, the soldiers fighting for the empire on the front line will fall into hunger and lack of resources, and the front line will collapse and lose the whole game. In the battle, the empire will completely lose control in the depths of the Far East, and parts of the Far East will become a paradise for the spiritual people.

It's chilling to think about it.

Those disgusting bean sprouts that are difficult to kill in the universe will only hide in the depths of the universe and talk about their distant glory. The race should have perished with the passage of time. At this time, they will dance happily on the territory favored by His Majesty to celebrate their victory, and at the same time praise their pseudo-gods. The so-called god of war Kane.

No one wants to see such a scene. Cutler thought about it and quietly swallowed the hard-to-sophary compressed dry food into his throat tube. Then he opened the can and drank up the black sweet ** in the jar. This drink called Coca-Cola is only produced and sold on a planet in the Far East, and has become popular throughout the Far East in a short time. Compared with coffee and black tea, this thing called Coca-Cola is not suitable for tasting slowly, but it is very suitable for soldiers like them. Thanks to this, those compressed dry food have become much more delicious.

"Are you all right, Tiger?" Captain Cutler flattened the can and began to check his equipment. After making sure that everything was ready, he looked at Tiger on the other side - now there are only two of them who can move normally in the camp, but they can't stay in the camp. Although seriously injured comrades-in-arms also need to be taken care of, it is the most important duty of soldiers to complete the task whenever and wherever they are.

Tiger inserted a short knife into his waist, raised the gun in his hand and replied, "Yes, captain, we're ready. Let's go."

Before leaving, Tiger stuffed a small pistol in the hands of every living and conscious wounded person, and then helped them put a magazine on the pistol.

The wounded man sighed. The pistol was not so powerful that it was difficult to pierce the armor of the spirit people, but it could easily pierce the natural person's head.

This gun is not given to them to kill the enemy, but to let them kill each other in the end. The injured man looked at Tiger and nodded and said in a dry tone, "Don't worry, the spirit people will not catch any of us alive. Please move them all to my eyes. I'm not moving much now, and I'm afraid my head will be affected."

Tiger nodded and gathered the wounded together before he got up and left.

If they are lucky enough not to be discovered by the scouts of the spirit people and hide until the end of the war, then these people can survive. But if they are unlucky and don't wait for the spirit people to do it, these soldiers will also end the lives of their comrades-in-arms with pistols and then beat themselves off.

The manpower has been exhausted, and the next thing can only be handed over to the God Emperor. When Tiger walked out of the door, he knelt on the soil and sincerely began to chant the prayer of protection to the holy emperor:

"Oh, immortal emperor: Please sympathize with our insignificant suffering.

Oh, the owner of the Milky Way: Please bless your sheep trapped in the alien form.

Oh, the guardian of light: Please guide our dark path with brilliance.

We are your warriors, we are your servants,

No hypocrisy, no lies, never conceited,

Remember hatred, maintain hostility, and accumulate anger,

Give this to those unclean, those aliens, those variants.

With your pain and blood and sweat,

With your golden throne and your death,

With your destruction and the divine reappearance of human beings,

Guard us, make us strong, and we will fight for you.

After completing a prayer, Tiger stood up and caught up with Cutler.

"Don't you trust these things very much?" Cutler asked curiously, "I remember hearing you mock those talkative priests more than once."

"I believe it now," Tiger sighed, "What else can I do? They are our comrades-in-arms, but now besides the holy emperor, who else can save them? Nowadays, there are soldiers like them who stay in hiding places and wait for death, because the troops have been scattered in the wilderness. How many people like them are there? There are three of us that we have seen. They used to fight bravely, but now they can only hold pistols and wait for death desperately. No one can save them. Except for the emperor, I can only believe and pray.

Cutler was silent for a moment, sighed and said, "Your prayers will be useful."

**

At this time, most of the remaining defense forces on the Golden Field Star have lost contact with the command - they may still be alive, and more likely to be dead. However, based on the information from a small number of troops that can still contact the command, the command made a judgment that at present, the number of spiritual people on the planet is still limited, and these damn bean sprouts cannot master or destroy all the important strongholds of the planet. At present, they are just relying on raids to divide and surround the defense forces scattered all over the planet, which caught the defense forces off guard.

Although the spirit people raided the planet through their net channel, it is obvious that the delivery ability of the net channel is limited, and the spirit people can't completely throw their army through the net channel in a moment, so for the defending party, there is no chance at all.

Of course, think about it from another angle, or this is also one of the traps of the spirit people, but now Victoria, the supreme commander in the golden field, is not in the mood to think about traps or not. She is now a drowning person. Even if it is just a rice, she will hold on firmly.

And the purpose of the Ling people is now obvious. They try to gradually devour the divided defense forces and completely disintegrate the control of human beings on the surface of the golden field. In this way, it is convenient for the Ling people to find gaps, build outlets of the net channels, and build more network gates side by side, so that the legion can deliver speed. More quickly, he finally gathered all his strength to attack the most important barrier of the Golden Field Star - the Gate of the Wilderness.

Behind the Gate of the Wilderness is not only the largest fortress city in the whole golden field, but also the largest warehouse. There are not only a large number of military supplies hoarded here, but also one of the largest cosmic ports on the planet. Once the spirit people fall here, they will completely cut off the ability of the defense army on the golden field, and then completely pull up the defense force from the golden field.