253: Have we fallen into a trap?!

"Boom!!! Boom!!! Boom!!! Boom!!!"

Loud bangs and vibrations regularly came from overhead. Inside the underground fortifications, thin workers clutched simple weapons, curled up in corners without a word, covering their ears with their rough hands.

Some stared at the jumping gravel on the ground, while others closed their eyes to prevent the dust shaken from the ceiling from falling into them.

"Sir, the frequency of the enemy's bombardment has dropped significantly,"

In the temporary underground command room, a guard walked up to Lu 700, tapped him gently, and whispered.

Ever since entering this underground shelter, their commander always seemed a bit out of sorts—just now, he had been dazing off by himself for nearly twenty minutes.

So, what was Lu 700 doing?

He was thinking—

He was thinking about how to make the lackeys of the Saint Blade Group pay the ultimate price.

The guard's words startled him awake.

Had the frequency of the bombardment decreased?

As expected, it was just as he thought—these lackeys of The Corporation clearly didn't want to annihilate them all. After all, the population was also a resource.

This meant there was a high probability they were still going to conduct a planetary landing.

After thinking for a moment, Lu 700 looked at the nearby communicator and asked:

"By the way, the fighter squadron... how many people can still be contacted?"

Suddenly, as if waking up from a dream, he grabbed the guard next to him and asked.

"Reporting, a total of 43 people have returned and are now in various bunkers,"

"Most of their fighters are intact—it's just that their remaining supplies are running low;"

"And..."

"And what?" Lu 700 asked curiously, looking at the communicator who had suddenly stopped.

"The Pilots from the Liu Shi City branch all refused to land. They are still circling that area,"

"According to them, they are intercepting the drop pods over there—"

"Another group of Pilots also refused their orders and flew over to help."

"Sigh," Lu 700 rubbed his head.

Is there any point in still guarding that Sanatorium now?

"How many of them are left now?"

"Reporting, only two fighters can still maintain contact."

"Two..."

Forget it, don't make them come back.

Lu 700 shook his head. In truth, these fighters wouldn't be of much use in the future anyway.

He would respect those Pilots' choices.

"Report! We have received a video message sent on all channels!"

At this time, another communicator raised his hand. He looked at Lu 700 and requested instructions:

"Sir, should we ignore it or play it?"

Lu 700 frowned and said:

"Isn't it obvious this is surrender propaganda spread by the enemy?"

"Just ignore it."

"Yes!"

But just as his hand moved toward the "Delete" button, it accidentally slipped to the side and clicked "Play"—

A filthy and appalling video began to play.

Hearing the sound, Lu 700 looked over with a frown, originally intending to reprimand the communicator,

But a familiar face instantly came into view—

Isn't that Wei Lai's sister, Wei Lan?!!!!

No... what's with that girl... didn't he refuse her request to go undercover near Kraken?!!!

Why was she the one who got caught!!! What about the person originally arranged?

Looking at the "person" in the video whose limbs had been cut off, Lu 700 felt a surge of rage rush straight to his brain—

She was one of the extremely rare talents among them who had actually studied medicine!

He felt angry at Wei Lan's recklessness, and even more so at the actions of the "Young Master" in the footage—

"Damn bastard!!!!!!"

"He must die! He must!!!!"

Lu 700 let out a roar, his fists slamming hard onto the table... At this moment, on the H-50, the flagship of The Corporation's fleet floating in low orbit.

"Captain Shigeodiao, the three rounds of orbital bombardment have ended. Can we proceed with the landing operation?"

Wardgill Shigeodiao looked at the dense red lines on the screen and asked:

"Has Young Master Kraken been rescued?"

The staff officer behind him whispered:

"Reporting! Rescue operations are currently in full swing,"

"But our Shuttle operations are not going smoothly—some aerospace fighters controlled by those Traitors are constantly attacking our Shuttles,"

"Furthermore, their operational altitude is very low, and our Warship's anti-aircraft equipment cannot effectively lock onto them."

Wardgill felt his fists clench instantly.

"Where are our aerospace fighters?"

"Uh..."

Faced with Wardgill's question, the staff officer stammered for a long time without being able to give a decent answer.

"Look into my eyes! Answer me!!!"

Feeling that something was wrong with the staff officers behind him, Wardgill turned around abruptly, only to find that not a single person on the Bridge dared to meet his gaze for more than two seconds.

"You—you didn't sell them behind my back, did you!!!!!"

Looking at the evasive crowd, Wardgill shouted angrily.

After a long pause, someone finally replied:

"Uh... Sir... The Corporation hasn't paid our salaries for six months..."

"We... we need to survive too!!"

"When did this happen!!!" Wardgill cursed in a tone of disappointment, "Can't you use normal means to ask for your wages!!!"

"You are The Corporation's army, after all!!! If you went to report a salary issue, wouldn't anyone help you solve it!!!"

The staff officer who was standing whispered again:

"Uh... a friend of mine tried it. The efficiency was indeed very high; it was handled in less than an hour."

"Exactly!" Wardgill pointed at him, "Why can't you?!"

"And why didn't you let me know when you sold them..."

"Reporting, sir! It wasn't my friend's salary issue that was handled, but my friend."

The staff officer spoke again, interrupting Wardgill once more.

"Get out of here! Haven't I told you not to interrupt when the leader is speaking!!! No discipline at all!!!"

After driving the guy out, Wardgill shook his head and said:

"Fine, now that the orbital bombardment is over, let the small-sized Warships perform a forced landing,"

"Quick, quick, quick! Move it!!!"

"Yes..."

But at that moment, the ship's radar suddenly blared an alarm, interrupting everyone's movements.

The Radar Operator then began to shout in panic:

"Beep beep beep beep!!!!"

"Report! A large number of unknown identification sources have appeared on the radar!!!"

"Direction... they are coming from the orbit of Planet 4!!!"

"It's a trap!"

"We've fallen into a trap!!!"