The big pointed spacecraft that Pegmont lives in now is no longer the one he first boarded to start his space exploration. In the initial stage of the fierce battle, because he continued to be found and surrounded, he changed to four spaceships in succession... This is the fifth ship, and he has lived in it for almost three months.
Perhaps because this T-type mothership was alone in a circular valley, the Dajian Group never found him this time.
"Night is a battlefield, and the roar of the storm is your death knell."
In order to save energy, the device is still closed. While creating the atmosphere and sense of ceremony in his mind, Pegmont carefully and quickly shuttles between the rocks.
This is not a fixed route. In order to avoid his whereabouts being discovered, Pegmont will choose a new route almost every time he sets out and returns.
To do this, he always took long detours.
"Fortunately, it's me who's here, and not that wooden man from Xixi Fengrui. Otherwise, humans would have been lost on Mars for a long time."
"Actually, the other guy who is famous for his love of eating big tips is the one who should come. It would be great if I were replaced by him. Only he would probably find this delicious."
It seems interesting to suddenly think of a human being in a place where there is no other person. The corner of Pegmont's mouth curled up. As the cat was running with half-hearted steps, he suddenly leaned forward and patted the stone below with his palm. Like a leaping squirrel, he fell lightly into a hidden valley.
Today, he will go out from here and start another silent hunt.
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"He's out again."
"Um."
There are no other humans on this planet, so this is a conversation between two red-shouldered figures. Of course, they use the language of Dajian civilization.
At this moment, they were standing on the ridge above the valley. In the dark night, they had been clearly watching Pegmount ducking left and right, jumping left and right.
Usually, in human past perception, the Dajian tribe seems to have no joy, anger, sorrow, or joy, at least they rarely show emotional reactions, but at this moment, these two red-shouldered figures clearly have deep sadness and helplessness.
There was even anger.
"Damn it, this stupid human still hasn't learned to fly our spaceship until now? Let's go, let's go! Get out of here!" said a red shoulder.
"If only we knew human language," then another red-shouldered figure said.
If they could communicate, the Red Shoulders on Mars would immediately and unconditionally tell Pegmont how to drive the spacecraft and send him off.
However they cannot.
So days like this continued, and they had to watch this stupid human being come out to sneak attack and hunt their warriors day after day, and became restless because they were afraid that the important plan they had just made would be discovered and destroyed by him.
Redshoulder isn't smart enough.
Therefore, in the past few months, they have been struggling to think about some simple but not critical issues, such as:
How to kill this human being?
What should I do if I can't kill him? Should I continue to fight him?
Why does he seem to be no longer eager to fight? What does he want to do, why doesn't he leave...
Does he like to eat us? From that continent of ice and snow, humans began to feed on us?
What do his frequent mutterings to himself and those strange movements mean?
As for the matter of asking for help, the Red Shoulders have been dominated by fixed thinking for a long time in the past. They lamented the failure at the last moment of Blue Star, and at the same time believed that with the current scale of remaining resources of the fleet, it was no longer possible. Build a super traction field like that.
It wasn't until the past few days that they suddenly realized that they could actually build a medium-sized traction field within their capabilities to draw an army of ethnic groups to this planet.
Then, that army will build a large traction field and pull in a larger army... In this way, enough resources will eventually be obtained to rebuild a super traction field and pull the super army of the tribe to arrive.
"Recently, he has only selected warriors of our level to kill. Our combat effectiveness is constantly decreasing!"
Out of anger, Red Shoulder pulled out the blue beam sword, pointed at Pegmount's lair at the bottom of the valley, the T-shaped spaceship, and said:
"How about we call all the soldiers to surround and kill him again tonight?"
"No! It won't succeed, it will only cause unnecessary losses." Another red shoulder objected, saying: "Since there is no absolute certainty, it's better not to provoke him anymore, otherwise, he will have to change the spaceship again... …”
Pegmont would change a spaceship every time he was discovered, and every time he changed the spacecraft, it meant the death of a certain group of big sharps and the loss of all the material resources on that ship.
Although the metal block was of no use to him for the time being, Pegmont would still move it if he had the chance.
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"Moreover, while he is looking for the next spacecraft, what if he discovers the traction field we just started building? Are we sure we can stop him?" Red Shoulder continued.
"Yeah, so why don't we build the tow field further away from this area?"
"Because all our spaceships have landed in this area, large-scale material transportation is not easy, and it is easy to attract his attention."
"But why do we have to move it? We can just let the spacecraft take off!"
"...Yes, we can take off!"
"Yeah, let's suddenly take off collectively and leave him alone on this planet. It won't be able to fly our spaceship anyway, right?"
"Yes."
"Let's go find another planet and build a traction field."
"That's right!" The excited Red Shoulder suddenly paused, "But, can we ensure that after finding the next planet to land on, we still have enough resources to build a medium-sized traction field? After all, because of the previous With so much damage, we no longer have enough spaceships that can take off again."
"I... don't know." The other red shoulder was also confused. After thinking for a while, he suddenly said, "Hey, he disappeared."
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Mars, two hours later, the night was pitch black.
This is a hillside area where more than ten large spaceships are parked at the same time, including a mothership, four medium-sized battleships, and more small spaceships.
Scattered or groups of large spikes wandered and shuttled between the spacecraft, seemingly aimlessly and without any meaning.
"These idiots." Pegmont was lying on his back in a stone pit at a high place, observing carefully while gently stroking the blade of his blade.
He was waiting for the opportunity to enter that area without using source energy.
Then, he lurked inside and waited patiently for a storm... Finally, with the roar of the storm, he briefly turned on the device, got a red shoulder, took it away, and disappeared into the dust of the Martian night.
"He's here again, high up." Not far away, on the side of the big pointed mothership, a man with red shoulders raised his head and said.
"I saw it," said the other.
"What to do? Organize here to attack him?"
"No, we don't have the ability to kill him. The consensus has been reached that we will only fight him if he discovers the traction field. Try to kill him, or at least stop him."
"Okay...he's down, what should we do?" Red Shoulder saw a flash of pink in his sight. He had just jumped down from the side of the tall rock. At this moment, the human was lying on the ground, moving forward in a strange posture.
"He's coming! He disappeared over there, in the mud. What should we do? Since we can't fight, should we shout and then run away together?"
"No! We can't do that! Then he'll realize he's been discovered and think he has to fight... jump out and kill us all. And then he'll take everything he can."
"That……"
"Pretend you didn't see him." Red Shoulder said helplessly, turning towards the hatch and saying, "Then wait and see who is the unfortunate one tonight."
"Okay." Red Shoulder, who stayed outside, responded, preparing to follow.
"Whew!" The wind picked up.
Amidst the sound of the wind, "Poof!" a dead iron sword pierced its chest from behind, and at the same time, a heavy piece of dead iron hit the side of its neck.
The red-shouldered figure stood there and shook.
"You won't hear it, right?" Pegmont hid behind the attacked Red Shoulder, looking through its armpits, nervously watching the reaction of the other Red Shoulder ahead.
"If it is discovered... there is nothing we can do. We can only spend more energy blocks to kill all these big sharp groups." Pegmont thought to himself, tightening the sword in his hand.
"Bang! Bang!" Red Shoulder's heavy footsteps made the sound of stepping on the dead iron plate.
It didn't find it.
The red-shouldered figure in front walked into the cabin without looking back, and then the huge hatch began to close slowly.
At the same time, the huge and heavy body with red shoulders in front of him slowly fell backward. Pegmont quickly held it up with his hands to prevent it from hitting the ground and making too much noise.
"Huh!" Pegmont let out a sigh of relief because he avoided a costly battle.
"Huh!" Another storm of sparks rolled up.
In the sky full of mud and dust, the figure of a pink human being hunched over and dragging red shoulders finally disappeared at the foot of the mountain in the distance.
