Captain, your ship has exploded again.

"Sir, we have received a signal from survivors; they are underground in the processing plant."

"How many people?" the lieutenant asked.

"There are many, and some signals overlap."

"Ready to go!"

Zhang Xun grabbed the sergeant and looked at the processing plant on the monitor, asking, "Where does this huge processing plant get its electricity from?"

Carter replied, "An underground thermonuclear power plant."

Zhang Xun stared speechlessly at the fully equipped Marines and said to the dumbfounded lieutenant.

"Are you taking these things to the underground of the processing plant to rescue people or to detonate something?"

So what?

A true practitioner of the "happy education" philosophy, who can sum up everything with just one phrase: "what?"

Carter continued, "If we fire high-explosive ammunition, it will easily blow up the cooling system, causing the nuclear power plant to overheat, and then BOOM, we'll all be finished."

The lieutenant then realized what was happening and ordered the sergeant, "You cannot take your weapons down with you."

Zhang Xun was so angry he wanted to kill the lieutenant, and he also wanted to give himself a good beating for being such a talkative bastard.

"Lieutenant, you're going to rescue people! Not send your men to a party. Do you expect them to face the enemy unarmed?"

"Make sure they carry at least shotguns. Those things have low power at long range, won't damage the cooling system, and are more effective in confined spaces."

"Five Marines were using flamethrowers and carrying pistols, nine were carrying shotguns, and one was carrying an M56 with a loaded magazine as a last resort. The fact that the immigrants were able to hide there proves that the enemy had at least tracked them to the vicinity."

All the Marines agreed with Zhang Xun's command, feeling that this colonel was much more reliable than the lieutenant.

Everyone looked at the lieutenant again, and William said blankly, "The nuclear power plant is down there."

Zhang Xun touched his forehead and exclaimed, "Yes! And there are also enemies there, whose types and numbers we don't know. What do you say, Lieutenant?"

The lieutenant finally realized that he had no choice but to agree since he was in the wrong.

The bishop stayed at the base to watch over the property and attempted to repair some of the damaged facilities, while also checking the condition of the communications tower. The rest of the crew got into the vehicle and headed to the processing plant for rescue.

As the Marines disembarked, Zhang Xun stopped the sergeant and said, "Watch out for the walls and overhead. If the other side is an insect, they can climb walls."

Zhang Xun patted the sergeant on the shoulder, put on his headset, and returned to the troop carrier.

The sergeant tightened his grip on his gun and followed his team into the processing plant. Zhang Xun watched as the Marines on the monitor became more prepared and armed, unlike in the movies where they were unprepared. He breathed a sigh of relief.

Having an extra card in your hand is always good. When facing over 300 aliens, you can at least turn the tables and avoid a horrible death.

"We've arrived in District 216," a voice came through the communicator.

Looking at the wall in the surveillance footage, Zhang Xun said over the radio, "The immigrants have some weird tastes! You've probably entered insect territory, be careful."

The Marines said over the radio, "It smells awful here! And it's so hot."

Zhang Xun asked the army commander in the communications, "If the enemy doesn't move, can the motion tracker detect it?"

"If they have a heartbeat, then they can."

"What about insects that don't have a heartbeat and aren't moving?"

"...All personnel on high alert, provide cover for each other, and watch out for the walls and ceiling."

Thanks to Zhang Xun's constant scare tactics and reminders, these soldiers were more likely to believe that their enemy was an insect.

"Holy shit," he thought, looking at the human corpse pinned to the wall in the surveillance footage.

Zhang Xun said, "Lieutenant, immediately check if the immigrants on the map have moved. If not, evacuate them immediately."

"I need to confirm if there are any survivors." The lieutenant lost his temper after being repeatedly contradicted by Zhang Xun.

"The sergeant is searching for the enemy and looking for possible survivors. I need to know the situation."

Damn it, we're different branches of the military, so I can't command the Marines. Otherwise, I would have punched the lieutenant to show him what it means to be a higher-ranking officer.

The surveillance footage showed a floor littered with alien eggs and facehugger remains. Zhang Xun felt a chill run down his spine; there were just too many.

We must retain as many Marines as possible, otherwise the aliens will overwhelm us and kill everyone.

"Help!" Zhang Xun suddenly heard his teammates shouting from the monitor and realized that they had reached a critical point. Soon, the alien army would awaken.

Ripley stared in anguish at the person whose breast had been ripped open on the monitor, a look of deep empathy on her face.

"Back off!"

"Prepare the flamethrower, burn it."

Looking at the surveillance footage, Zhang Xun knew that even if he tried to stop it, it would be useless. The noise of the little alien breaking out of its body would eventually wake up the nearby aliens, and they would be surrounded and attacked just the same way.

"There's movement!"

"Which direction?"

"Too many signals! There are too many signals!"

"Use the infrared scope!"

Zhang Xun then realized what was happening and shouted, "Use the micro-light device! Your location has a complex heat source, retreat!"

Zhang Xun turned around and picked up the shotgun, because the high-explosive rounds on the rifle would splatter blood all over him, and that would be the end of him.

Upon hearing the cries for support during the firefight over the radio, the lieutenant stood there dumbfounded, asking what was going on, and ordered a retreat behind the incinerator.

"Ripley, drive the car into the hole to save them."

Zhang Xun turned around and punched the lieutenant, which was a great relief. This commander is not as good as me. I am the sixth best in e-sports. I can retreat and ambush people as soon as I sense an enemy.

After a series of impacts, the troop carrier crashed into Sector 216.

Zhang Xun jumped out of the car and looked around. He fired several shots at any place with a bald head shape, actually killing a few aliens that hadn't yet woken up.

"Retreat quickly!" Zhang Xun shouted as he loaded his weapon.

He grabbed a Marine and shoved him to the car door. He remembered that one of the Marines had been ambushed by Lao Liu in the exit passage.

Now it's a showdown between Lao Liu (Zhang Xun), who has unlocked the map, and the alien Lao Liu. Whoever shows their face will die first. Anyway, I'm not leaving the transport vehicle.

After taking a few steps forward, I saw a muscular man using a flamethrower to cover our retreat.

He picked up a piece of sheet metal from the ground and used it as a shield, then opened fire on the alien that was getting up.

The splattered blood corroded the shotgun and the metal. I dropped my weapon, ran up to him, grabbed his bulletproof vest, and jogged to the car.

Just before getting into the car, he threw an M40 grenade into the aisle. Without covering Lao Liu's escape, he quickly slammed the car door shut and shouted, "Ripley, retreat! Run!"

Zhang Xun rushed to the co-pilot's gun position. Due to the increase in the number of immigrants, about 50 aliens had chased after them.

The chaos didn't kill many, so he got into the passenger seat and fired a burst of bullets at the aliens that were chasing after him as the car reversed.

This vehicle is probably not going to make it back to the immigration base, so at this point, we can't use this ammunition unless we use other weapons.

Just as Zhang Xun was happily firing his gun, he suddenly leaned forward, and with a screeching sound of brakes, his face slammed directly into the front of the gun emplacement.

His nose was directly scraped and bleeding profusely. Well, since the start of the battle, Zhang Xun's first blood was taken by Sister Lei.

"Ripley, was your driver's license issued by the military? It's so powerful."

After a bumpy ride, Zhang Xun noticed that Ripley's windshield was shattered, and only then did he realize that the plot point of the alien climbing onto the car had arrived.

"It's alright, we're safe!" Hicks shouted.

"The car is tilting to one side, the wheels are ruined, slow down, slow down."

Zhang Xun got out of the passenger seat. As for why he didn't use the more powerful roof-mounted cannon...

That's because the processing plant is low, and the roof-mounted cannon, which is on the rear of the vehicle, cannot be used because it's not mounted on the roof.

After the car slowed down, Zhang Xun finally had time to check the number of people rescued.

Of the 14 men who went out, 8 and a half returned, thankfully not half were lost. I looked at the lieutenant who had been knocked unconscious by an ammunition box and the sergeant who had been severely injured by acid.

So even if we rescue him, he'll have to be given a pass by Corporal Hicks, and the commander will have to make way for him! The world's corrective forces are everywhere.

Find an opportunity to try and figure out how to overcome correction force? Or maybe try applying some correction fluid?