This despair felt by Lehman is not the sudden despair, nor the despair you suddenly get news that a mushroom egg will fall on your head in 20 minutes. The despair that spreads on the battlefield of Tasanis, and finally gathers in the commander's heart is a systematic despair, just as your life has been 996 or 712, and then one day you suddenly fall to the ground, and on the moment you die, the feeling that you have fallen to this point, is the prelude to your previous life.

Humans and the troops of the swarm exchanged fire in the dark. This asymmetric war was a bloody battle from the beginning of the evening. Human blood was scattered on the earth. If it was daytime, it would probably be very conspicuous. However, under the cover of the night, the blood that symbolizes courage and hope was not so easy to see - it was like human resistance in front of the swarm like the night. On the one hand, it was because of the continuous flow of swarms--Lehman finally experienced what "my swarms are continuous" means, and on the other hand, it was also because of a reason that seemed a little misty at first glance.

The reason for this is morale. No matter how hard Lehman works, the morale of the Federal Army is rapidly collapsing. This collapse has led to a large-scale collapse of the front line. No matter how Lehman provides firepower support, it cannot be stopped.

So what's going on?

In a word, most of the soldiers of the Tron Federation are soulless.

So what about the souls of the Union soldiers?

The answer is to go to two places, one is in the money bag of the person holding capital, and the other is in the prison in his own mind.

The society of the Tron Federation is deformed, which is a deformity in which the capital-first system develops to the extreme. Most of the wealth of society is concentrated in the hands of a very small number of people, such as those founding families, which control all industries ranging from interstellar spacecraft to small pieces of bread, and all human beings are their slaves.

Because of hunger, cold and poverty, most people in society, including soldiers, must pay their entirety to these few controllers in order to have a chance to survive.

In a society where cars can fly and spacecraft can leap, there is slavery in the trash can that mankind should have long abandoned history. This slavery oppresses all the people, including those soldiers and their relatives.

Oppressing the working people who create wealth is to oppress the warmth of the world and oppress the beauty of human nature, which is an extreme shame. But the people of the Tron Federation survive in this extreme shame. They are crushed into sludge under the boots of capital by endless squeeze, and then hardened into mud sculptures that can be broken in the cold wind blowing from capital.

The vast majority of the people of the Tron Federation usually have either humiliation or numbness brought by resentment. The laws of life and the human order of Kepru have defined them and shaped them. They have experienced everything, endured everything, endured everything, and gave up everything. Why did these ravaged people fall to this point for the time being, but they have indeed handed everything in the pocket of capital, including their souls.

The soldiers of the Federation are part of these suffering people, and so are their families. Apart from the people who are oppressed by life and have to throw their souls into the pocket of capital in exchange for the necessary life, there are some soldiers in the federal army, that is, "re-socialized soldiers". These soldiers are all people who oppose federal rule, or the most evil criminals. Under the forced control of nerve surgery, machines and drugs, they forget everything and become living combat machines-their souls are imprisoned in the prison in their own brain.

So, what happens if you let these two kinds of people face a desperate enemy like the swarm?

Those who have lost their souls are immersed in an ultimate darkness, a kind of nothingness that does not even fear, and the fear brought by the swarm is like a terrifying light that pierces this numb and calm, causing everything to collapse.

In the long dark night, the attack of insect swarms continued like waves, causing the human troops that had fought to the death for survival instinct to collapse. This is not the "re-socialized soldiers" who began to go crazy because of the terror brought by insect swarms.

The army of insects strangled all the resistance strongholds of humans like tides from all directions. "Hold on, hold on to me!" The sound of "Hurry up and run for life!" was heard, and the louder "Hurry up and run for life in the Universe Port!" overwhelmed the cry of resistance. The remaining soldiers and defeated the enemy ran around, like the ice on the river in early spring, breaking, collapsed, floating, and then rushing, roaring, destroying all meaningful resistance.

The defeat is terrible. In order to compete for a life, the drivers of the arc tank will kill each other with the Marines. In order to survive, some marines will kill the fast vulture drivers and plan to seize the car and escape. The army symbolizing violence will turn into panic mice in an instant, and have been oppressed and ruled. The soldiers at the bottom of the strait whose souls have been numb and dark have all begun to go crazy by the terror of the insect swarm.

However, this is not all about humanity.

In this terrifying wave, some people fought to the death. As mentioned before, the defeated soldiers were like the ice on the river thawed in the spring flood, and then some human soldiers were like rocks in the water, allowing the terrifying wave to impact themselves, still standing still, desperately holding the sickle of death, illuminating the wrath of resistance in the double shadows of black and death.

They were indomitable. Although they were cut by the swarm of insects and fought on their own, they still stood firm. They were sticking to their positions and the fortress. They desperately piled up corpses on the plains. Under the hazy moonlight, when the corpses exceeded the number of living people, they opened fire on the mountain of blood seas of corpses. The skeleton of the god of death approached them in the dark, but was forced back by the roaring gunfire!

It was precisely because of these people that Lehman barely maintained the resistance front in Tasanis. He sent a few elite troops to the strongholds that resolutely resisted, and then ordered the air force and fleet to carry out orbital bombings, opening a road for the retreating crowds, closing the communications of the collapsed strongholds, and spreading the frequency of the resolute resisters throughout the planet, and maintaining the resistance front in the darkness with difficulty.

His strategies have been laid out, but now it is not time to start, he must persist. This is the chess game between him and the master, and he and the master happen to be two classic styles of chess players---the master has lived for countless years, is sophisticated, well-prepared, has almost no psychological weaknesses, is absolutely calm and firm. In tactical deployment, there are brainworms to execute, attack, defense, advance and retreat in order. If the perfect army mentioned by the military in human history really exists, if [it is as fast as the wind, its Xu is as Lin, its invasion is as fire, and it is as motionless as the mountain], the Zerg army is definitely very close.

So this style is the master, what is Lehman's style?

Zeppelin was standing behind Lehman at this moment, looking at her young commander, feeling that this battle would be enough to become the textbook for the warship girls later, because compared with the master, her young commander was the opposite - he had a beast-like intuition when using troops, and liked to use surprise soldiers, as if he was staring at everything on the battlefield with a vision higher than the world, like an eagle hovering in the sky. It was probably difficult for ghosts and gods to know what he was thinking.

If Zeppelin really wants to compare, then the master is an accurate mathematician with calculation formulas in his soul, and her young commander gives her the feeling of an artist with lightning bolts in her mind.

This is a war between mathematicians and artists. What is the battlefield that mathematicians calculate is destined to crush the enemy first...

"It's still the wonderful strategy that the artist expects to become a reality first..." Thinking of it, Zeppelin couldn't help but say it.

"You think so, you're wrong, Zeppelin," Lehmann immediately realized what the warship girl was thinking, "I'm also a mathematician, but I think the angle and height of this war are different from the dominant, and the result of the equation we expect is not the same."

When Zeppelin heard this, he couldn't help but move his gaze, turning to Lehman to meet her gaze. Looking at Lehman's eyes, Zeppelin couldn't help but tremble for a moment---her young commander is not considered an eyebrow, but at this moment, his eyes were like a sword cast in the ice of absolute zero, emitting a sharp cold light. This cold light made her tremble and asked:

“What are the results you are looking forward to?”

"I want to smash Aimeng's chessboard and wait, the turn of this battle is coming."

After saying that, Lehman turned his attention back to the battlefield and looked down at Tasanis at his feet. At a point in his field of vision, under the ground of Tasanis, Sarah Cogan gasped and finally returned to the location of the Federation's psychic signal transmitter - she took advantage of the attack power and mental ability brought by her powerful psychic energy and killed all the way through the chaos, which was purely helpless.

She originally planned to attract these bugs and watch the combat effectiveness of the bugs. Then, based on whether the Zerg's combat effectiveness is strong, she decided whether to completely disappear while the chaos is, or to join these aliens to continue to climb the peak of power, but the thousands of signal transmitters released by Lehman completely disrupted her plan.

After seeing the overwhelming power of the insect swarm, Sarah had decided to join the insect swarm. Because of her childhood experience, she had no favoritism for humans. After sensing that the insect swarm was looking for powerful psychic individuals, she had already planned to hit it off with the insect swarm, but after throwing down thousands of signal transmitters, Sarah knew that her communication plan with the Zerg was temporarily put on hold.

With so many signals covered, the psychic signals sent by her individual cannot be perceived by the swarm. She must think of a way. She is not stupid enough to touch the signal transmitters that have been thrown down. Who knows whether the device on it will sense her direction, so she touched back all the way back to the location of the federal signal transmitter and activated the psychic signal transmitter again.

She wanted to send a signal so that the swarm could know that she was there.

Then the moment she activated the signal transmitter, Lehman, who had been monitoring all the psychic signal transmitters on the large network formed on the psychic radar, immediately saw a strange signal source appearing on the planet, and he immediately issued an order:

"Send commands, all signal transmitters are shut down!"

The signal was sent out, and all the signal transmitters cast by Lehman on the surface of the planet were extinguished, and the disorderly spiritual signal network covering the entire planet disappeared. The signal source of Sarah Cogan suddenly became as obvious as the only torch in the darkness. The master immediately sensed the signal that originally called the swarm of insects and became extremely clear.

Sarah Cogan, who was underground in Tasanis, also sensed the messy signal network that kept thinking about it in her mind suddenly disappeared. For a moment, she felt a little confused--what happened?

Lehman's eyes passed through the sea of ​​stars, as if he had fallen above Charle, and he muttered to himself:

"Then, the Zerg's chance to get rid of their ultimate destiny is right in front of you, but this may be a trap, master, what would you do?"

The two chess game with the will of the racial destiny continued, however, in a corner of the underground ruins of Tasanis, a tiny piece that was not known to the chess player at all, a humble transport ship pilot, a cosmic truck driver, Brandon Needingle, woke up in a difficult situation.
Chapter completed!