Chapter 72: Base fall

　　 (Thanks to Feng Da, AN, 08A three book friends for their tips)
　　 Catherine Garcia is a young lieutenant officer. Like her name, her face is also pleasing to the eye. When she was still in the military academy, the boys who wooed behind her could almost line up from the back range to the front door of the academy. Many of them were behind the empire.
　　 As the capital planet under the rule of Prince Walker Stewart, Moore's Star is regarded as one of the most prosperous planets in the empire. Catherine’s home is here, her father is a materials engineer at an aerospace research institute, and her mother is a surgeon.
　　 In this family background, she has received a good education since she was a child. According to the plan of her parents, she should be trained to be an excellent doctor, or lawyer, or university teacher.
　　It’s just that people are never as good as the heavens. When Prince White Stewart rode his white-haired victorious horse through the central block and accepted the cheers and admiration of the people, Catherine’s young heart began to become eager.
　　 At the end of the summer that year, she applied for the military academy without telling her parents, and was included in the Zelasu Naval Academy as she wished.
Now that the boat is done, the two parents have no choice but to confess their fate. They just flicked for four years. When she graduated, she was more graceful and pleasant, but she regretted not being able to enter the "Thunder Thunder" team where His Royal Highness was. Arranged to the 3789 division for material management.
　　 As a material dispatcher, generally speaking, the work place is located in the rear of the battlefield. Compared with the grass-roots officers who charge into the battlefield, there is not much danger.
　　 For a long time, the young and beautiful Catherine has devoted almost all of her thoughts to the life of the prince in the lace military life, which makes her jealous, fantasizing, elated, and lost.
　　 Death is happening every day. To be precise, it is replaying, replaying, and replaying on the monitor in front of her. Perhaps it is a long time that the body and mind are numb, or there is a kind of unspeakable selfishness in the bones, and is used to ignore others. Catherine always felt that death was far away from her, 100 years away.
　　 It’s just that, today and now, it came to the side in a daze, and got closer and closer.
The gunshots in her ears continued, the bullets hit the bunker and the gold and iron screamed like a devil’s jealous smile. Catherine looked down at the automatic rifle between her legs. She wanted to pick it up, and then turned back to fight back. .
　　 However, her hands, and even her body, trembled uncontrollably, let alone counterattack with a gun, she didn't have the strength to move.
　　 The little face that used to be tender and dripping was pale, and there was no trace of blood.
　　 Under Huo Qing's mobilization, all of them civilian officers have reached the front line, using flesh and blood to sniper the enemy, but is this useful? It's useless at all!
　　 Watching her fellow robes fall down one by one and die one after another, Catherine felt her whole body collapsed, tears falling like a curtain of broken beads, and hitting the back of a cold hand.
　　 The guys who hold flowers in their hands, or hold roses high, and hung on her as a stalker to show love, have now become dead bodies on the ground.
　　 From their eyes, Catherine understood the fear, the unwillingness, the longing, and perhaps a ray of sincere love that was soothing like the evening breeze.
　　 Maybe, I should give them a chance, maybe...
　　Fear, annoyance, frustration, pity...All kinds of emotions flooded her like a surging river.
　　 ticking, ticking.
　　 There were soft noises in her ears, she woke up from her distraction, her gaze swept over, the coquettish viscous blood drawn into a long line, dripping on her pink arms, shedding a shocking red.
That was the blood of the house officer Susan. Yesterday I drank coffee with her. The gossip young and beautiful nine princess Olivia Stewart was used by the Emperor as a political bargaining chip and betrothed to Mitch, the third prince of Turanx. What about Elson Cecil.
Susan originally had a delicate face that was not inferior to her, but, at this moment, the blood was dripping from the forehead, and the graffiti was usually staggered on the face with thin powder. If she added that she was empty. God, but his eyes wide open with anger, like a female Raksha.
　　 "Mom, Dad... I was wrong, woo, woo... I miss you." Catherine curled up hard, burying her head deep in her knees.
　　 The automatic rifle fell to the ground, and the muzzle reflected a faint light under the light.
　　 The blood is everywhere, and the screams are endless. The shock wave of the grenade explosion rolled and raged, bringing her forehead bangs, and her fine hair was rubbing her cheeks back and forth. Before, she would scream "Itching", but now, she seemed to feel that it was the caress of the of death before the harvest. .
　　……
　　 The screams faded away, the gunshots faded, and the battle soon ended.
　　 Tang Fang walked quickly towards a middle-aged man who was shot in the leg across the country's tattered bunker. The blood spread on the bottom of his feet and splashed several centimeters high.
　　Hausen followed him, and when he stepped across the bunker, she could not help frowning while she was shivering in the corner of Catherine who was shrunk into a ball. He hesitated to raise her hand, and the black hole was aimed at the shivering little girl.
　　 "Wait." Aros caught up from behind, pressed his arm, and shook his head: "I never kill anyone who has no ability to resist. She is not a threat to us."
　　 Howson did not speak, lowered his arm, turned his head and walked forward. Aros swept across the corpses on the ground, and couldn't help sighing. War is not right or wrong, but it is obviously too cruel for these young people.
　　 "Chief of Staff Huo Qing?" Tang Fang's voice came from the front.
　　 Huo Qing sat down on the ground, "huhhuhh" panting: "Yes, that's right."
　　 "Where is Francis?" Tang Fang asked unhurriedly.
　　 Is he looking for Francis? Huo Qing frowned, his pale face became more bloody: "Who are you?"
　　 "Do you really want to know?"
　　 Huo Qing didn't reply, just stared at him with a pair of eyes.
"as you wish."
　　 With a beep, a machine gunner blew up the camera in the corner of the corridor. At the same time, the helmet was lifted, revealing a young face.
　　 Huo Qing narrowed his eyes and looked carefully, his brows became tighter as he frowned. Although there are 10,000 people in the 3789 division, it is impossible for him to remember the looks of everyone, but there should always be a sense of familiarity.
　　 But why doesn’t this person have the slightest impression? Could it be that he deliberately disguised himself as an imperial soldier to disturb his sight?
　　 "Why? Can't you recognize it?" Tang Fang smiled coldly, got closer to him, and spit out a few notes gently.
　　 Huo Qing's face was like a tenderloin stir-fried in a pan, turning from red to white, and finally a purple sauce. He remembered, and finally remembered.
　　This person...This person is an Asian man who was sent to death by Francis before the war. He thought that the reconnaissance mission was originally planned by him. Unexpectedly, he didn't die, and he killed a carbine and led people to capture the base.
　　 No wonder he wants to kill Jin Yonghao, no wonder he wants to betray the empire, no wonder he wants to attack the base, everything makes sense, he is here for revenge!
　　 "It seems that your lieutenant colonel remembered it." Tang Fang said lightly: "I'll ask again, where is Francis?"
　　 Huo Qing stared at his face for half a minute, and suddenly laughed: "Do you think I will tell you? Bai, day, do, dream!"
　　 "From now on, I am not afraid to tell you the truth, that frontline investigation mission is my own hand."
　　 Losing the base is a serious crime to lose your head. It is also impossible to escape to death in the hands of the other party. Huo Qing prefers the latter. At least he died for the country and does not risk his family.
　　 As for Francis, he will definitely shelter him to the end. First, the colonel is kind to him. Secondly, if Francis can escape this catastrophe, he will protect his family.
　　 "Well, it's a man." Tang Fang nodded and said softly, "If I guessed correctly, Francis should be somewhere underground at the moment."
　　 As the commander of the 3789 Division, if he was in the command room, he would definitely not let civilian officers like Huo Qing lead a team to attack him. Based on the current situation, the old guy must have entered the Ypsilon ruins.
　　 "You...what do you know?" After hearing Tang Fang's meaningful words, Huo Qing's face changed suddenly.
　　 "Your Excellency Lieutenant Colonel, I also tell you one thing. I know more about the underground thing than you."
　　 "How come? How could it be..."
Ignoring his murmur, Tang Fang waved his hand behind him, and the seven cockroaches twisted their bodies, thrusting their sharp claws downwards, directly tore open the hard floor, and then softened the rock formations with acid spilled from his fingertips and shook the sand. Like a loach digging into the mud, it quickly swims toward the bottom of the earth.
　　 Huo Qing widened his eyes, staring straight at the seven crypts on the floor, his heart cold.
　　 is over, everything is over. At this moment, he was so weak and weak, he was no longer energetic and agitated. All his preparations and all his efforts were resolved by the young man in front of him. He lost, he lost thoroughly!
　　 "Boom." There was a gunshot, and blood was sprayed on the silver-white metal wall, so bright and dazzling.
　　 Seeing his hand slipping weakly, Tang Fang sighed slightly. Self-breaking, this may be the best ending.
　　 "Let's go." After greeting the two, Tang Fang walked quickly towards the way he came.
　　 The cockroach that sneaked into the ground has found the location of the Epsilon Ruins~EbookFREE.me~ Innocent and indebted, Huo Qing is dead, and there is still one Francis short of it.
　　 "What about the command room?" Howson asked hesitantly.
　　 "Francis is underground." Tang Fang's answer came from the communicator.
"Oh."
　　 The two glanced at each other, and then followed.
　　 More than twenty corpses criss-crossed, the blood stream gathered into a river, and a pungent smell could be smelled far away.
　　 Catherine curled up in the corner, her body no longer shaking. The undulating chest and wide-open nose proved that she was still alive, and as the only survivor of the battle, she was just fainted.
　　……
　　 In the command room, Edward Oliver was sitting on the leather sofa specially brought down from the battleship, with his right hand like a pendulum, gently shaking the amber liquor in the small square cup.
　　 He will not forget the contemptuous glance Huo Qing cast at him when he left the command room, as if he was mocking him: "Look at that, as an imperial nobleman, the deputy commander of the 3789 Division, but he doesn't even have the courage to attack the enemy."
　　 Edward swept the Paladin M5 pistol on his knees, and a self-deprecating smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. What is courage? He had long since disappeared with the passage of time, and he chose to stay here, but it was a decent point of wanting to die.
　　 Time has passed, and he has drunk most of the whiskey in the bottle. There is silence outside the corridor, and the only sound is the regular buzzing of electronic devices.
　　 Why haven’t the enemies come yet? why……