I have a space station

“Bang, bang, bang~” The ten responding team members, including the captain, began to fire freely.

Cockroaches have tenacious vitality.

The few at the very front, even after being subjected to a crazy barrage of fire, still desperately tried to advance.

Their claws were like scythes, constantly reaching forward, slashing through the rear of the retreating group.

“Faster, faster, faster!” the captain shouted, continuing to fire.

“Incendiary grenades, ready!”

They had specifically brought these before setting out, intending to prevent a situation where they were besieged by cockroaches.

However, things still exceeded their expectations.

In their minds, how big could a cockroach be? At most, three to five centimeters, right?

Even if they couldn't eliminate them, with the protection of combat suits, they couldn't possibly be taken down by a few cockroaches.

Who knew that the smallest cockroach in front of them was probably twenty to thirty centimeters long.

“Is this even a cockroach?”

This was the biggest question in everyone's mind.

Once the ten people got close, the incendiary grenades were immediately thrown out.

The raging flames hindered the cockroaches' advance.

Some cockroaches were set ablaze, scurrying around wildly, even igniting other cockroaches.

At the same time, after the 20 assault team members joined up, they didn't dare to linger and quickly retreated.

The helicopter was already waiting not far away, and while waiting, it scattered a large amount of soap powder and lime mixture from the air.

The surrounding area within dozens of meters was covered in this white powder.

“Up, up, up!” the captain shouted.

The soldiers boarded the plane in order, and then the plane quickly ascended.

The pursuing cockroaches stopped at the edge of the powder, not daring to approach.

“Oh my goodness! Is that a cockroach? How can it be so big?” The team members, relieved to have survived, exclaimed.

“If these cockroaches form a large population, I'm afraid they will put a lot of pressure on us,” the captain said.

“Our weapons do very limited damage to these cockroaches; even lime powder is more useful,” another team member pondered.

“Fortunately, we discovered them early, so we still have enough time to prepare,” the captain said.

… …

Sichuan Province, Yun City, Southwestern Military Region Headquarters.

“Okay, okay, I understand!” Yan Zhengping received the team's report, his brow furrowed.

“It's just never-ending,” Yan Zhengping said, rubbing his forehead, looking exhausted.

Almost a year had passed since the virus outbreak, and it had been one thing after another, people rushing after people.

Unexpected situations happened one after another, and he was a little overwhelmed.

Now that the existence of mutated cockroaches had been confirmed, the survival situation for humans would be even more severe.

From the soldiers' feedback, the cockroaches' armor was very thick, and their vitality was very tenacious.

The firepower of ten people for one minute failed to successfully kill even one.

If hundreds of thousands of cockroaches acted together, there would be no other way but to use incendiary weapons and heavy firepower.

But the key problem was that cockroaches could reproduce continuously, unlike zombies, where killing one meant one less.

And the current inventory of weapons and ammunition was getting smaller and smaller, unable to withstand long-term continuous consumption.

There was also the issue that killing zombies could yield crystal cores.

This could form a virtuous cycle, achieving war through war.

So, the more they fought, the richer they became, and the greater their advantage.

But killing cockroaches was different; it was a war of attrition.

They would only become poorer and poorer, and eventually unable to afford to fight.

He suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis.

He even felt that it was extremely difficult for humans to fight for a sliver of living space.

“Maybe humanity has no future.”

He suddenly had this thought.

But he quickly stopped himself.

He couldn't have such thoughts.

He was the supreme commander of the military region, bearing the hopes of everyone.

He must have unwavering faith and fight to the very end.

He now understood that his daughter was right.

Perhaps ending this apocalypse really depended on Dongfang Chen.

Judging from the news Rong Po had sent back, Dongfang Chen already had the ability to manufacture a large number of combat robots.

Using 30,000 spider robots to train students was a grand gesture!

The entire Hua Nation had no equal!

He didn't realize that this thought was very dangerous and also had a serious bias.

This bias would affect his future direction and choices.

As a councilor, he shouldn't have this kind of bias.

… …

Binzhou City.

13:00 PM.

The students gathered in the square, waiting for the instructors to appear.

They were waiting for an explanation.

The ground in the middle of the square slowly opened to both sides, and Dongfang Chen and ten instructors walked out from underground.

Robots appeared from all directions, surrounding everyone in the middle.

On the high platform, Dongfang Chen took a step forward.

“Whoosh~.”

Tens of thousands of robots simultaneously stood still, extended their front claws, and saluted.

This formation was too shocking for the students.

“Students, the explanation you wanted, I have already given it to you,” Dongfang Chen said, spreading his hands.

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what he meant.

“You have all seen that I possess these robots and am their supreme commander.

And they can kill you all in seconds.

So, may I ask, what is the meaning of your existence?

Even without you, in this apocalypse, I can live very well, can't I?” Dongfang Chen said.