Chapter 503: Two-legged Sheep with a Heavy Stench (1)

"Hmm, our current map boundary is approximately 2500km, and we do not know the Zerg's deployment situation for the route ahead.

Therefore, I suggest that after we arrive here, we first build simple defensive fortifications; this will also allow us to dispatch patrol squads to determine the distribution and geographical locations of the Alien Race in the unknown area.

It can also help share the pressure for friendly forces in other Legions, allowing their rate of advance to keep up with ours."

Li Xianghu pointed to the very edge of the map and spoke to Commissar Yake, who was sitting opposite him.

After hearing Li Xianghu's proposal, Yake nodded; he did not refuse, but instead spoke.

"That is acceptable. We need to assist other friendly forces whose rate of advance is slow; otherwise, it will affect the Emperor's plan."

Outside the camp, Chimera Armored Vehicles and Leman Russ Tanks were lined up in formation, and Armageddon Soldiers were standing beside their respective vehicles, waiting for their officers to come out and issue new orders.

Fourth Defense Zone Outer City.

Xindi walked into the newly built headquarters; everything inside was scaled up by two times, which always made Xindi feel like a child upon entering.

However, upon seeing that black figure inside the headquarters, Xindi just grumbled to himself.

Good grief, this is just too tall.

"Xindi, you've come at the right time. The Ninth Defense Zone sent a message; their current strategic goal is to first push into the Zerg territory, border the Beast Territory, and join us in resisting the Beast Race."

Seeing that Xindi had also arrived, Kelin gestured for the two of them to enter the Meeting Room.

Xindi sat in his seat, and upon hearing Kelin say this, he immediately spoke.

"Then does the Ninth Defense Zone mean they need us to coordinate with their actions?"

"No, the Ninth Defense Zone means that before they border the Beast Territory, we only need to rest and recuperate as normal. Once they border the Beast Territory, we will then launch an attack on the Beast Race simultaneously with them."

Kelin shook his head, tapped his index finger lightly on the tabletop, and said in a flat tone.

"Hmm, before that, I will have my progeny cleanse the various Alien tribes scouted over these past few days, rescue Human compatriots, and eliminate the Aliens."

Vulkan sat in an extra-large chair with his hands crossed, his reddish pupils looking at the map laid out on the table, on which 74 red circles of various sizes were drawn.

"Hmm, over these past few days, I have already arranged for personnel to clear out an open space sufficient to support the survivors rescued this time."

Xindi's tactical boots made a heavy sound on the ground; he looked at those 74 red circles and spoke to Vulkan.

"Vulkan, when do you intend to take action?"

"This evening, when the Aliens are at their most concentrated, we will begin the Task of rescuing survivors. By the way, we will wipe them out to prevent them from continuing to harm our compatriots.

Therefore, I will divide my progeny into two squads and have them attack the two closest tribes simultaneously; this way, even if the Aliens send out a distress signal, the tribe closest to them will also be under attack.

This can prevent accidents from occurring when the survivors are retreating. Furthermore, the speed of eliminating those Aliens will also become faster, and efficiency can be maximized."

Hearing that Vulkan had already thought of so much, Kelin immediately clapped his hands and said to Vulkan and Xindi.

"Then let us each make our preparations. In the past two days, the Ninth Defense Zone has already eliminated an Alien Race entrenched in the Extreme Cold Zone. Although we cannot yet eliminate the Beast Race, we must speed up the pace regarding rescuing survivors to accelerate the recovery speed of the Fourth Defense Zone."

As Xindi and Vulkan walked out of the headquarters, Vulkan said to Xindi.

"Xindi, clear out all the Transport Aircraft so that we can rescue the survivors in one go as much as possible to save time."

"Rest assured, I understand."

Beast Race Blood-Cleaving Mang Tribe.

The tribe leader Geliumeng was currently sitting on his Two-legged Sheep skin chair, watching the bonfire that had just been lit below, as well as the Beast Race warriors circling the bonfire; a ferocious grin appeared on his ugly face.

The Beast Race tribe's bonfire cast the shadow of the Blood Totem Pole onto the blood-colored mud, and foul-smelling grease dripped down along the Two-legged Sheep bone decorations.

More than thirty Two-legged Sheep were tied in the center of the camp with iron chains, their festering ankles soaked in mud mixed with excrement.

Whenever a Two-legged Sheep collapsed from dehydration, the Orc guards would use red-hot iron tongs to brand its back, making them get up quickly.

"Look! The flesh of the Two-legged Sheep is dancing!"

A one-eyed Orc dragged a comatose female Two-legged Sheep toward the bonfire; the rough movements caused blood beads to seep from the unhealed tooth marks on the Two-legged Sheep's wrists.

His rough fingernails traced the "Geliumeng's Livestock" brand carved into the girl's neck, and the roar of serrated blades striking immediately rang out all around.

Geliumeng suddenly stood up, his two-meter-tall body knocking over the Two-legged Sheep skull cup filled with turbid wine.

His scar-covered right arm reached into the boiling meat pot, and what he fished out was shockingly half a charred Two-legged Sheep lower leg.

When the sound of chewing exploded in the silence, suppressed sobbing broke out among the group of captives.

"The tears of the weak are more delicious than blood."

Geliumeng threw the Two-legged Sheep bone in his hand into the fire, and sparks burst into the night sky.

"Lord Geliumeng, early this morning our Patrol Squad was attacked by a Two-legged Sheep cavalry unit, resulting in the total annihilation of this Patrol Squad. However, we also killed two of the Two-legged Sheep on the other side.

Their warhorses ran too fast, and our warriors were quickly shaken off by them.

Moreover, it is not just our tribe that was attacked; other tribes have also been attacked to varying degrees."

A Centurion came to Geliumeng's side, bowed to salute, and then spoke to Geliumeng.

"A bunch of trash, you can't even catch up to Two-legged Sheep. What about the corpses of those two Two-legged Sheep?"

Geliumeng snorted coldly and asked this Centurion, only to see the Centurion hesitate for a moment before speaking.

"The subordinate did not bring back the corpses of those two Two-legged Sheep, because the smell on them was truly too..."

Before the Centurion could finish his sentence, he was slapped to the ground by Geliumeng. He immediately felt a burning pain where he had been struck, but he did not pass out; instead, he immediately spoke to explain.

"Lord Geliumeng, it is truly because those two Two-legged Sheep were too stinky; otherwise, we would not have failed to bring their corpses back."

But at this moment, Geliumeng could not listen to the Centurion's words; his eyes widened, and he roared at the Centurion with glaring eyes.

"What? Those are Two-legged Sheep! No matter how stinky a Two-legged Sheep is, how stinky can it be? Go, bring me the corpses of those two Two-legged Sheep! If you can't bring them back, I will make you pay!"

Saying this, Geliumeng picked up the Two-legged Sheep skull wine cup at his side and drank the turbid wine in the cup in one gulp.

The Centurion did not dare to hesitate any longer; he nodded, backed away, and said in a sincere tone.

"Yes, Lord Geliumeng, I will go and bring back the corpses of those two Two-legged Sheep right now."