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    Chapter 395 Trap

    Yi Lexiang sneered.  His enemies had no idea who they were dealing with.  In the past few years, they have been fighting in the north and south, and have gone through many hardships. Both the Free Army and their commander have grown into a formidable force that cannot be ignored in the interstellar world.  If it were an army of any empire that was confronting the Free Army at this moment, it probably wouldn't launch a charge so rashly.  The most correct thing to do is to abandon your comrades who are besieged by mines and wait for the arrival of reinforcements.  It's a pity that the Savages don't know this.

    When Zorn's large group of troops crossed the rear edge of the mine formation and rushed straight towards the starship battle formation, the originally scattered war suddenly spread to both sides, revealing the dark transport ship behind the huge hull, and the silver-gray mines.  Once again exposed in front of the barbarians.

    Those mines were so conspicuous against the dark and huge transport ship, and Zorn's heart immediately sank to the bottom.  He realized that he had fallen into a trap.  Countless machine mines rushed towards them. Behind him, the previously clumsy space machine mines that seemed to have lost control became more flexible and covered them like a big net. One behind the other, they were like two big nets, and he  He and his comrades are the dying fish in the net.

    "Escape to both sides." Zorn ordered.  Zorn, who was a little flustered, was surprised that he actually used the word "escape". For the savage warriors who spent endless years in endless time, life and death had already become a part of life.  He thought that the fear of death had long disappeared from the vocabulary of barbarian society, but at this moment he actually felt the fear of death.  The soldiers behind him fled in all directions, flashing countless red flames; at this moment, Zorn felt the confused mental fluctuations of the soldiers beside him, and he could feel the panic of his subordinates.  He was even a little confused. He had not felt this emotion for a long time. The barbarian warriors seemed to have lost the fearlessness they were proud of.  He shook his head, moved his body, and fled towards the edge of the unclosed mechanical thunder net. He thought to himself: What made them lose the courage and fearlessness they had in the sealed land?

    This world is undoubtedly much quieter than the violent and hot Sealed Land. Here, you will not worry about the underground lava storms that suddenly erupt all the time. It may be a little colder, but compared with the Sealed Land, this world is undoubtedly  Peaceful as heaven.  For the time being, they cannot feel the aging and loss of strength and decadence brought about by the passage of time. Perhaps it is their cherishment of the world in front of them that makes them cherish their own lives even more, followed by the negative emotions that have long become history.  Resurrection in the depths of the soul.  A realization arose in Zorn's heart. As time goes by, this negative emotion will have an increasing impact on the barbarians, and most people are not aware of this at the moment.  This thought made him feel an inexplicable fear. When the barbarians lose their courage and fearlessness, what is the fate that ultimately awaits them?  Will you, like secular people, gradually start to pursue things other than the mind and body, forgetting that power actually comes from yourself?

    As the barbarians fled to the two wings, a large net of machine mines also spread to both sides, covering the sky and the earth.  The wild warriors gradually fell into despair.  No matter how hard they tried to escape, the big net accompanied by death seemed to extend outwards endlessly. They rushed left and right, but they always caught fish in the net¡ª¡ª

    Jason looked coldly at the panting Debbies in front of him, he recognized him.

    Jason comes from another tribe with similar strength to the Tully clan - Cook.  Even in the cruel Sealed Land, competition is everywhere.  Like the outside world, there are only two reasons for competition: glory and the few necessities of survival.  Sometimes, a brutal conflict breaks out between clans over a small piece of water.  This conflict with huge casualties did not ease until the birth of "Venerable".  Under the tyrannical intervention of "The Lord", the original conflict between tribes was replaced by a duel between warriors.  Although death and killing are still inevitable, at least conflicts over the necessities of life will not turn into a large-scale family war.

    Jason¡¯s level is much higher than Zorn. He commands six battle groups.  Of course, only two of the war groups belong to the Cook clan, and the other four are from four different clan forces.  The war group led by Zorn was not one of the six.

    Debis looked at Jason anxiously.  He was very aware of the grudges between the Cook clan and the Tully clan that had lasted for countless years.  Before an epoch unit - there was no concept of time in the Sealed Land. In order to record the time that no longer passed, the barbarians used fire crystals to mark time.  The energy in each equal amount of fire crystal is consumed for one epoch.  An epoch unit ago, the biological brother of Commander Jason was killed by Mallister, the first warrior of the Tali clan, in a duel.  Although it was a long time ago, he believed Jason should remember it.  He doesn't know, he??Whether the message requesting support will be responded to by Jason.  However, in this vast star field, only Jason has the power to support them, and he has no choice.

    Jason made no secret of his disgust for the Tully clan in his eyes, and even had a faint murderous intention in his heart.  The guards behind him felt the killing intent of their leader. They were eager to take action and stared at Debis with bloodthirsty eyes.  After a while, Jason barely suppressed the impulse in his heart and waved his hand, "Your position!"

    Debbies in the audience slowly breathed a sigh of relief.  He just felt the murderous intention in Jason's heart. Although Jason concealed it well, until now, he could still vaguely feel the chill from the space that had not dissipated.  Jason's failure to take action was not because of his magnanimity, but because of his fear of "The Lord."  The "Venerable" does not prevent fights between clans, and sometimes even encourages such fights.  Because only in battle can the most outstanding warriors be born.  Fortunately, what is going on now is a war, a war between the barbarians and the outside world. All internal fighting is prohibited, at least using despicable means to kill one's own people is not allowed by the "Honorable One".  Debis hurriedly reported the coordinates of the star field they were defending.

    "How many people are there on the other side?"

    "I don't know, our scout team was annihilated by the opponent. When I left, I saw at least the size of a fleet."

    "A fleet?" Jason's expressionless face showed a hint of contempt, "Is a fleet worth Zorn sending you to ask for support?"

    In previous battles between the Savages and starships, there was a precedent for one battle group to defeat two fleets.  Of course, the fleet Jason mentioned was not the main fleet in the outside world. The Savages counted a thousand starships as one fleet.  This was Al Drogo's suggestion. It was obviously very difficult to explain the complex fleet system of the human fleet to the barbarian warriors who had never developed any technology.  It is much simpler to distinguish by quantity.  Although due to the different combat capabilities of various types of starships, this distinction sometimes inevitably leads to many misunderstandings.  However, according to his estimation, even the most powerful starship cannot withstand the siege of a wild war group of five thousand warriors, so this small flaw seems to become insignificant.

    "It's a black starship!" Debis emphasized.

    A cold light flashed in Jason's eyes, "Black starship?" He murmured, that was the only starship that the Savages encountered that would cause them huge casualties.  Every wild warrior knows about this kind of starship, and even the secret envoy specifically told him to be careful when dealing with this kind of starship.  "Are they back again?"

    "Then how many reinforcements do you need?" Jason asked. Since it is the black starship returning to the battlefield, they may have made full preparations after knowing enough about the Savages.  Both Zorn and Jason knew this very well.

    After thinking for a moment, Debs raised three fingers.

    "Three battle groups?" Jason subconsciously touched his smooth chin, which was half of his combat strength. Obviously, this could not be what Debis meant, but Zorn's explanation.  Perhaps the situation ahead was more serious than he thought.  "Okay!" Jason nodded in agreement after thinking for a moment. "Patrick, you will be the team leader and follow Debis immediately." He ordered.

    "Yes!" A middle-aged man with brown hair leaned over to accept the order. His brown hair was vaguely mixed with a few strands of white, which also revealed his age.  In that extremely cruel environment, the life of a warrior was often extremely short. Unless you were lucky enough to become a member of the Bloodriders, most of them died in their youth.  Patrick is one of the few warriors who has not reached the strength of the bloodriders, but has survived the long years safely.  Patrick's strength is only enough to be a chapter leader, but his rich experience and cautious nature allow him to live longer than other commanders who are more powerful than him. Even many elders in the tribe are not interested in it.  He favored it, thinking that Patrick might have a chance to become the only person to join the Elders as a warrior.

    Although Jason was very aware of Patrick's maturity and prudent attitude, he couldn't help but warn him: "Be careful!" He took a step forward, leaned over and whispered in Patrick's ear, "If the situation doesn't go right, just pull back.  "

    Patrick nodded discreetly, not unhappy because the young commander, who was much younger than him, told him.  He knows how to cherish life better than other savages.  Many people once laughed at him for being as timid as a mouse and laughed at his cowardice, but now those who once laughed at him have disappeared, but he is still alive and well.  Patrick patted Jason's shoulder lightly to reassure him, then turned and left.
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