Chapter 504 Anderson's Response

After some false politeness, Wilson could not resist the enthusiastic Anderson, so he could only reluctantly take the other party's supplies for free.

"Thank you, I have something urgent to do. I won't talk anymore. After finishing the supplies, I have to hurry on my way."

Seeing Anderson's understanding, Wilson felt that it was not right for him to just leave so directly.

After hesitating for a while, before leaving, he still said to Anderson in a veiled way:

"Ahem, there is something I need to remind you of. There is a very strong foreign race in the direction I came from. After being beaten by me, they may take revenge."

"You'd better increase the alert range. I encountered an invasion of a foreign fleet while moving!"

"Thank you for the reminder, big brother. Don't worry, this is the territory of the tribe."

"Although the nearby farmers are not as arrogant as you, they are also good fighters."

"I have a good relationship with them. If they dare to come here, I guess we can only let everyone have a good meal."

Anderson was not exaggerating.

He adopted a conservative management strategy, with relatively little demand for territory expansion, and rarely had friction with neighboring farmers.

Anderson has always been a smooth person who does things for the worms, and never offends the worms in daily communication.

Even if the new brain worms that rose later were much younger and less experienced than him, Anderson would never put on airs.

Neighbors occasionally needed to borrow a road from his territory, and when they visited him, he would also warmly entertain them and send some nutrient solution to manage the relationship.

These little things actually didn't cost much, but they made him a good reputation in the neighborhood.

As the saying goes, if the worms respect me one foot, I respect the worms one foot.

They are all wealthy big farmers, and when they get involved, they pay attention to face!

Anderson gave face so much, if they really encountered difficulties, the neighbors would naturally not stand idly by.

"Okay, I see you're doing well, so I'll have a good idea."

Wilson was relieved when he heard Anderson say that, and his pitiful sense of guilt instantly disappeared.

After the supply was completed, Wilson immediately ordered to set sail and headed towards his own territory at full speed.

Watching Wilson's fleet gradually moving away, Anderson also looked away with joy.

He felt that his luck had finally started to rebound after hitting rock bottom.

Not only did he get back with Wilson, the super boss, but the other party also promised to call him next time if there was something good, so his career was getting better and better!

On the other side, looking at the giant nest gradually disappearing at the end of the field of vision, Adjutant Cotton began to report to Wilson:

"Boss, from the information obtained from the meshworms left along the way, that fleet should have some kind of tracking method and pursue us along our evacuation route."

"After behavioral analysis, the conclusion is: the other party seems to have no intention of giving up the pursuit."

Wilson sneered: "This is already the tribe's territory, and we still have to cross several brain worm control areas."

"If these aliens are capable, continue to chase them."

"You should collect the post-war data as soon as possible. Some of the void giant worms that are seriously injured but still have hope of survival should be rescued as much as possible."

"The loss of this trip is so huge. I really lost a lot. I have to find a way to make up for it quickly!"

When he said this, the sneer on Wilson's face collapsed instantly, and tears were about to flow out.

While Wilson's subordinates were busy treating the wounded.

Continue to move. On Anderson's side, after finishing his chores, he lay down again not long after, and his adjutant's emergency report came again in his consciousness network.

"Boss, the enemy situation has been discovered. A group of alien ships have broken into our control area!"

"The other side is approaching at high speed in the direction of the hive!"

Having been reminded by Wilson in advance, Anderson was not surprised by this, but showed a playful expression on his face.

"Oh, you really dare to chase me?"

"What kind of idiot is this, to be able to think of revenge after being beaten by Wilson?"

Many years of pioneering career and the frequent chats with big farmers have already made Anderson have some illusions.

In the 'cradle', when encountering the increasingly powerful Zerg fleet, the foreign races are almost all weak shrimps without any resistance.

Even he, a farmer who takes a steady development route, has encountered foreign fleets several times and easily crushed them.

There is really no one who can fight!

"Let the combat troops go out and drive them away, so as not to delay the migration of the hive."

Anderson gave orders lazily and casually, and didn't even want to raise his eyelids.

There is no way, he just finished the soul transfer operation, and the compatibility between the new body and the soul still needs to be improved.

Therefore, he always leaves routine affairs to his subordinates.

"No, boss............."

"The number of enemy warships entering the detection range has exceeded three million, and the number of the enemy is still increasing!"

The mental fluctuations of the single-eyed worm adjutant were extremely intense, with undisguised panic.

"Huh?"

Anderson was also shocked by the adjutant's words, and he opened his eyes suddenly.

Through the consciousness network, he looked at the real-time picture transmitted back from the front.

The densely packed foreign warships were moving rapidly, and the tail engines dragged out streams of flames, like thousands of meteors.

The number of marks did not stop for a moment and continued to rise.

"Fuck! All the special forces are elite warships!"

As a senior farmer, Anderson controlled the reconnaissance Zerg unit and immediately came to a conclusion after careful observation.

The performance gap between the elite warships of the alien race and ordinary warships is generally huge.

The speed, shipborne equipment and armor configuration of the alien ships alone are enough to distinguish them.

A fleet of alien ships with a number of tens of millions, all composed of elite warships.

Once the two sides start fighting, Anderson is not sure whether he can win.

But he knows that even if he wins, the loss will definitely not be small.

"Is this what the big guys call 'really strong'?"

"Is this not poking a hornet's nest?"

"Wilson is really a super big guy, awesome!"

Without time to think about it, Anderson instantly cheered up and immediately took over the control of the consciousness network.

"All personnel enter the first level combat readiness state and implement emergency plan No. 3!"

"Go out to the pioneer ship and return to the beehive farm immediately!"

"Wake up all sleeping combat units!"

"Number 1 to 9 large energy storage depots are open without restrictions!"

"The corridor is closed!"

"Build the sixth generation red-eye barnacle ray tower and freely allocate the locked targets!"

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