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Two days later.
Qin Mo raised his hands to create the sixth piece of power armor, and at the same time used his mind to control the spoon to scoop out the food from the lunch box and feed it to his mouth.
Then he discovered that he was actually biased against this kind of food before, and it was unnecessary to be hungry for two days. This kind of food tasted far more delicious and easier to accept than he imagined.
While eating the food, Qin Mo also gained insight into how this thing was made.
First of all, of course, are all the remains of creatures that can be found on the battlefield, or the corpses of some terrible creatures in the ruins of the bottom nest, such as giant spiders and so on.
Then the logistics machinery responsible for food supply, commanded by the master intelligence, will purify the remains, extract the nutrients and biological tissues, and combine them together.
These foods originally have no taste, but the logistics machinery will be taught by the main control intelligence how to synthesize taste factors and use harmless chemicals to combine delicious flavors and add them to the food.
"According to statistics compiled by three logistics machines, this food has a favorable rating of 100%. More than 70% of the soldiers found themselves more powerful or recovered faster from their wounds after eating it."
"These data have been incorporated into the data core to provide reference conditions for subsequent optimization of the food supply process."
The voice of the main control intelligence came from the communicator in Qin Mo's ear.
This is a routine report. After all, although Qin Mo hopes that the main control intelligence can be used freely, he must know what it has done.
"How is the intelligence work going?" Qin Mo asked.
"The manufactured drones have been dispersed. At this moment, it has been found that forty-two positions still exist. Eighteen of them are facing a fierce attack by the rebels, and three positions are about to be breached. .”
"Including the defenders at your position, there are a total of **
People survive.”
"If you want to support these positions, I will calculate the best support plan for you."
Qin Mo was very surprised when he heard that there were more than 357,000 people alive.
According to the information he had previously received from Klein, the marshal only sent out 50,000 people to establish a defense line before feeling that something was wrong.
So where did 300,000 of the 350,000 people come from?
"There is a settlement in the bottom nest called Cato." The main control intelligence said what it learned.
"Oh, no wonder." Qin Mo suddenly realized, picked up the power armor helmet and put it on his head, "Calculate the best rescue plan for me."
A three-dimensional map immediately appeared on the HUD in the visor, and all existing positions were visually displayed on the map, marked with different colors according to the current situation.
Those in a less critical situation are green, those in a critical situation but with a large number of survivors who can hold on for a while are in orange, and those in a critical situation with few survivors are red.
The main control intelligence plans a route between the red positions. As long as you follow this route, you can support each position as quickly as possible.
"Two of these red positions can be relieved by firepower drones. Only the Cato settlement located a thousand kilometers due west requires your personal support." The main control intelligence said, "I need you to provide firepower drones. access to the phone, if you agree."
"I agree." Qin Mo nodded in agreement.
Then on the map he saw, four firepower drones took off from the 47th Regiment's station and quickly flew towards the two red positions except the Cato settlement.
"It's time for me to set off." Qin Mo stood up and looked down at the sixth power armor he had just built. Then he suddenly felt empty. In his eyes, this power armor was no longer such a perfect masterpiece.
During this period of research and manufacturing, Qin Mo discovered that he was not forced to do R&D and manufacturing by beliefs or difficulties, but that he really liked doing it.
When technical difficulties that ordinary people need to spend their lives to overcome are overcome, and when creations that cannot be produced by the most advanced engineering technology are born in their hands, Qin Mo feels happy and satisfied from the bottom of his heart.
But when technical difficulties are completely overcome and manufacturing is as easy as eating and drinking, this kind of happiness no longer exists.
Qin Mo is eager to create more advanced and powerful creations, and this desire also allows him to understand that the power he uses comes from a star god who likes to create.
"There are more important things to do now." Qin Mo suppressed his desire for creation and curiosity, and ordered Gray through the communicator: "Call Tuoer over, his power armor is ready."
"Are we going out to fight?" Gray asked.
"Of course." Qin Mo nodded, "We need to rush to a settlement called Cato immediately."
……
Cato Settlement is a small city in the Underhive.
Bounty hunters in the city will search for ancient relics in inaccessible places in the Undernest. Gangsters have built "factories" in the city to produce weapons or other prohibited items, while civilians provide services to the former two in exchange for money and food. .
Qin Mo had heard a little bit about this settlement, and he thought it had fallen long ago.
When he arrived at the main road in the city, where the fighting was fiercest, he found two thousand Planetary Defense Force soldiers stationed on the road.
"It's one of our own!"
When the soldiers saw the double-headed eagle scepter in Qin Mo's hand, they immediately realized that he was here to help.
"Hold on." Qin Mo ordered the other soldiers, and then looked at the officers in the nearby trenches. "As far as I know, there are two thousand of you, but almost all of you are on the main road. The battles in other parts of the city are Who’s fighting?”
The officer immediately answered: "Yes..."
Just when the officer said a word, a car suddenly roared from behind the position and drove to Qin Mo, attracting his attention.
Qin Mo turned around and saw that it was a pickup-like vehicle with a black cloth covering the bed.
When the car stopped, five civilians stepped out.
This is a family, a husband and wife with three children.
"This is the front line, what are you doing here?" Qin Mo asked.
"Come to support these losers." The man glanced at the soldiers, then jumped on the truck and pulled off the black cloth.
Under the black cloth is a four-gun heavy logging gun.
The man began to adjust the shooting angle of the logging gun so that it was aimed at the rebels far ahead of the main road, while his wife and children fetched bullet boxes and skillfully attached ammunition chains to the logging gun.
After the preparations were completed, the man immediately controlled the logging gun to shoot at the rebels, while his wife and children ran back to the car and took out the laser rifle equipped with a scope to join the battle.
The smallest girl among them is only a little taller than a rifle, but she is already able to snipe enemies skillfully.
"As you can see." The soldier was quite helpless. "Most of the battles in the city are carried out by the militia."
"The people of Dichao are honest and simple, and they live up to their reputation." Qin Mo now knew why the city did not fall.
Those who are powerless in the bottom nest have long been eliminated by the environment here.
Chapter 19 Militia with Complex Composition
"For our Cato!"
The man controlled the logging gun to shoot at the most rebel areas. From time to time, two live rounds or lasers would be fired at the car, but he was fearless.
During the frantic shooting, a small building full of rebels was collapsed, burying all the rebels inside alive.
"Is this thing used for anti-aircraft defense?" Gray pointed at the logging gun.
"It seems so, but he should have modified this thing." Grote nodded in approval.
Qin Mo walked up to the man and ordered him: "You go to other places immediately. You and your machine gun are needed more in street fighting."
"I'll come over and you'll be responsible for defending this place?" The man glanced at Qin Mo, unmoved.
Qin Mo didn't explain, turned around and shot a ball of light with his shoulder cannon.
The ball of light exploded over the heads of the rebels in front, and a huge beam of light swept toward the ground, clearing out all the rebels within the killing range.
"Okay." The man immediately stopped shooting, jumped out of the car, took his wife and children and rushed to another place.
Qin Mo turned around and looked at Gray: "You and the others disperse to various parts of the city. I will defend here alone."
Gray nodded and used his jetpack to jump far away.
Other people wearing power armor also jumped to various places, scattered throughout the city.
……
After landing on the top of a tall building, Gray's eyes scanned the nearby area.
In this neighborhood, the rebels are fighting a tug-of-war with the militia. There is not much difference in the weapons and equipment between the two sides. Some of the militiamen are not only wearing power armor but also holding strange-looking weapons. These weapons will release a beam of light when fired. It can penetrate the rebel tanks instantly.
After ignoring the friendly forces who were not in a critical situation, Gray began to focus on observing the rebels. He found that he was on the side of the rebels. There was a heavy weapons position set up by the rebels in the building under his feet. This position was suppressing those who wanted to seize it. Militiamen all over the neighborhood.
"Death." Gray activated the gravity shield.
The gravity shield immediately crushed the floor beneath his feet, causing Gray to fall directly to the ground at the bottom.
The rebels on the first floor who were concentrating on manipulating heavy weapons were startled and looked nervously at the uninvited guest wearing power armor.
Gray raised his right hand, and tiny balls of light poured out like a torrential rain towards the rebels in the room. When his right hand turned in a circle, all the rebels in the entire floor were wiped out.
Gray calmly walked towards the undamaged heavy weapons and used the gravity shield to crush them into pieces of iron.
At this time, a shell suddenly exploded outside the building, and a huge amount of shrapnel poured in through the window.
Gray raised his head and looked in the direction of the cannonball. The image in the center of his field of vision was enlarged and penetrated the walls directly in front, showing the enemy manipulating heavy artillery in a building 700 meters away.
Gray silently adjusted the shoulder cannon to cannon mode and fired.
The beam penetrated the building and then penetrated all the walls along the path, blasting the heavy artillery 700 meters away together with the operator into pieces.
After the heavy artillery was destroyed, a tank roared out from the corner. A beautiful woman holding a gun was spray-painted on the left armor of the tank.
"Ouch-yeah!"
"Thanks brother!"
A man with a red cockscomb emerged from the tank turret. He shouted thanks and was frightened back by a shell that exploded not far away.
Behind the tank followed a large number of men and women dressed in strange clothes. The common symbol of these people was that they all had red combs on their heads.
"Scarlet Cockscomb Head?" Gray was surprised. "I thought the Bottom Gang had already joined the rebels."
"Don't fucking push forward!" The man in the tank got out again and shouted to the others with a communicator: "The church is about to be lost! The church is about to be lost! The church is about to be lost!"
"What did you say? How could the church be lost? Isn't that the home front?"
“Back to the church!”
"Return for help quickly!"
The tank immediately turned around on the street, while the man with the cockscomb hair ran directly back.
Seeing the sudden appearance and withdrawal of this group of people, Gray's mood did not fluctuate. He completely distrusted the gangs in the bottom nest. In his opinion, it was better to clean up the entire neighborhood by himself than to let the gang members mess around.
Gray rushed out of the building and walked on the road, shooting at the rebels while advancing under the rebel artillery fire. The shotgun laser on his hand cleared the infantry, and the shoulder cannon was used to smash buildings or rebel armor.
The incoming live ammunition was intercepted by the gravity shield, and the incoming beam was absorbed into the energy engine of the power armor, converted into energy in the weapon and fired at the rebels.