Chapter 82: The end is coming (1)

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"Long, Rong..." The ancient Nami Star is like an epic behemoth that has been silent for many years and is slowly waking up, gently stretching its bloated and awkward body, bringing a kind of presence to the flea-like human on the surface. The panic of the doomsday.
　　 Marshall, who was sitting in the armored car, had a pale face, and there were three of his colleagues on the opposite side. None of the four of them spoke. Except for the tires, they ran across the rugged and uneven roads. The top equipment lines swayed and the whole cabin was deadly silent.
　　 Although they couldn't see their faces because of the helmets, Marshall knew that the expressions of the three of them must be the same as him, and their hearts were filled with lingering fears.
　　 Halfway through the battle, the 3789 Division retreated to the rear for some reason. When the front-line commander was hesitant to pursue a victory, the "Silver Wing Wind" command sent a "retreat immediately" command.
　　 Although such a retreat order made those middle-level officers who were preparing to strike while the iron hot and hit the yellow dragon to gain some merits greatly annoyed, but for grass-roots officers like Marshall and ordinary soldiers, it was great news.
　　 was finally able to take a breath and rest for a while. In this war, it doesn't matter who wins and who loses. The important thing is to save your life and keep the green hills, not afraid of no firewood.
　　 Compared to them, Marshall had another idea in his heart, and finally didn't have to face that mysterious force. Earlier, he abandoned the battle and fled, the reserve battalion commander Walter Scott was very surprised that they did not hold them accountable for the grassroots officers, but he did not know whether it was his conscience found that it was the high-level order that came first.
　　 The convoy has traveled more than 240 kilometers, and in about a few hours, it can return to the area occupied by the Sulu Empire. The news from the headquarters said that the Kitty Hawk Wing had already dispatched some frigates to respond, and there would be no new dangers.
　　 In this battle, the Sulu Imperial Army won the battle. After returning, they would have to open a bottle of wine to celebrate. Perhaps, after this battle, one or two ranks would be possible for his title to become a company commander.
　　 Just as he was thinking about getting into trouble, the body shook violently. If it weren't for the safety belts, all four people in the cabin would have rolled to the ground.
　　 With the mountain suspension system attached to the armored vehicle, ordinary bumps, trenches and other obstacles, it is impossible to cause such an impact. Obviously, this is not the car shaking, but... the earth is shaking.
　　 "Earthquake or volcanic eruption?" Marshall immediately denied the conjecture in his heart. At the age of Nami-star, the geocentric activity has been depleted and weakened, and it is really difficult to cause such a powerful geological disaster.
"What the does this happen?"
　　 At this moment, another shaking came, and the Porcupine multi-purpose armored personnel carrier made a sudden brake and stopped. Marshall unfastened his seat belt, grabbed the escalator, carefully walked to the rear, opened the door, and leaned out.
　　 The moment he stretched his head out of the car, there was a scene in his vision that made him shudder, and the hairs all over his body stood up.
　　 The hard granite floor is like pieces of broken glass, with cracks and intertwined textures. Large strands of fine sand sink along the cracks between the plates. Every vibration of the ground leaves new cracks in the ground. Numerous rubbles sway from side to side, and some are even more "gululu...gululu" Rolled towards the depression.
　　 The Gobi in the distance collapsed without any warning, and raised one after another.
　　 As the shaking intensified, the cracking speed of the large floor block also increased, and more and more armored vehicles stopped. Then, the back door or tank hatch opened, showing panicked faces.
　　 "What's the matter? What's the matter?" The comrades yelled loudly from the communicator.
　　 One soldier after another jumped out of the armored vehicle. Among them, a jackal tank at the rear was tilted and turned over to one side.
　　 It was a crack with a width of one meter, quickly approaching the convoy.
　　 "Get off, hurry, get off." Canggu shouted one after another. Some lucky guys saw the opportunity early, and at least they saved a little life, and some hapless ones, too late to jump off the car, so they took the vehicle and fell into the widening seam together, leaving only in the communicator. The next long series of screams.
　　 "All personnel, get out of the car, get out of the car, and find a safe place to hide." From the communicator came the roar of Lieutenant Colonel Wesley Dall, commander of the Second Infantry Brigade.
　　 In the face of natural disasters, human strength is so weak that it can only survive through change.
"Shuttle, where's the shuttle? Put down the ladder, fast, fast, and prioritize the transportation of the wounded." After giving instructions to the aviation support battalion, Wesley was about to contact the headquarters in the southern hemisphere to request support. Suddenly, the guard next to him Without saying anything, he put his arm around his waist, dragged a few steps forward, and threw it directly out of the back door of the command car.
　　 While rolling in the air, he saw a seam more than three meters wide approaching extremely fast, and the ground nearby seemed to be torn apart from the ground by both hands, and quickly retreated to both sides.
　　 An impulse came from his back, and Wesley landed safely, but the Porcupine III command vehicle slanted outward and plunged into the wider and wider seam.
　　 "Lieutenant Colonel, take care." From the communicator, there was a choked voice from Guard Bruno.
Looking at the four-weekend-like scene, and then at the rainy day, the soldiers running around like ants, Wesley suppressed his grief and shouted on the public channel: "The liaison officer, the base has not been contacted yet. Are you coming?"
　　 "Report...to the brigade commander, no...there has been no response."
　　 Did this inexplicable earthquake even affect the southern hemisphere? how can that be!
　　 Reality did not give him much room for thinking. One after another armored vehicles fell into the cobweb-like cracks in the ground like dumplings. The violent shock came from under his feet, making people dizzy, like falling into the clouds.
　　 "Liaison Officer, are you still alive?"
　　 "I...I'm still here."
　　 "Then contact the Kitty Hawks and let them come quickly. Slow, we all have to go to hell!"
　　 "……"
Wesley’s guess is right~EbookFREE.me~The rear base of "Silver Wing Wind" is also undergoing unspeakable ordeal. The collapsed ground drove out on the apron and it was daunting. As the plates tilted, a row of combat drones generally fell into the endless abyss on a slide. Smoke billowed, and the blazing fire of the ammunition depot overwhelmed the dawn of the east sky.
　　 The headquarters building has long been completely different, and the central tower building seems to have been pushed hard by someone, and collapsed in ruins. The sparks of electronic equipment, the embers of combustibles, the billowing smoke and dust floating in the air, and of course the crowds escaping from the ground, and the hoarse roar of the communicator, constitute a lively but extremely cruel natural disaster documentary.
　　Wild Lester tightly embraced the hanging ladder from the shuttle, his body shaking slightly. The disaster came without warning, there was no earthquake warning, no radiation fluctuations, everything came so suddenly, suddenly only a few people escaped to the entire command unit.
　　 The chief secretary who likes the strange taste of caviar cheese bread is dead. The female office worker who just fell in love and smiled with happiness all day long died. All day long, sighing, the older intelligence officer who hated marriage and sadness died, the chief of staff was dead, and the deputy commander was also dead.
　　 How did the earthquake happen? do not know. Is it caused by human activities? do not know either. Where is the source of the earthquake? I don't know either.
　　In the face of this sudden change, human beings are like a group of blind people ramming without a head, and the only thing they can do is escape!
　　 The shuttle slowly lifted off and flew towards the equator. There was the Kitty Hawk Wing of the Holy Violet Fleet. Perhaps, with their help, it was possible to re-establish contact with the various departments of the army.