Chapter 287: Not Fuxi

Chapter 287: Not Fuxi

An hour later, two bombers touched down smoothly at Base 011’s airfield.

By then, the fighting around the base had essentially ceased, and the mountain‑high piles of monster corpses starkly testified to the battle’s savagery.

Chen Jian, clad in a brand‑new Nezha exoskeleton, stood outside the main corridor of the base directing the triage, while Shen Yue had rushed back from the front, leading Xie Liu in personally rescuing the gravely wounded.

Their options were severely limited; when a patient was beyond hope, all they could do was administer a strong dose of morphine to ease the passing.

Lei Jie, his fingers still frozen solid, shuffled toward Chen Jian and asked:

“How’s it looking? What are the losses?”

“Not bad, acceptable.”

Chen Jian let out a soft sigh and replied:

“At present, casualties are under a hundred; roughly twenty to thirty dead, a dozen or so severely wounded who can be saved, and the rest are essentially minor injuries.”

“Of course, even those ‘light’ injuries by battlefield standards render them unfit for continued combat.”

“However, the wounded are mainly drawn from the Reserve Unit and the Sanctified Blood.”

“Jin Zhong’s Guard Brigade, as well as the main forces of the Huaxia army, suffered relatively few casualties, preserving core combat strength.”

“In the next engagement we’ll further expand the Reserve, forming mixed squads of veterans and newcomers, which should boost our fighting power considerably.”

“Overall, our loss of combat capability remains low—one could even say we’re becoming sharper with each fight.”

“Nevertheless, the sheer number of dead is a blow to morale.”

“Understood.”

Lei Jie nodded and pressed on:

“Can we still hold steady?”

“Fundamentally yes, but how exactly

to do it depends on Shen Yue.”

“He has no time now; we’ll discuss it after the medical work is done.”

“Fortunately we need a respite, and the monsters need one too.”

“Drone reconnaissance shows that more than half of the first wave of monsters has been eliminated; they’re unlikely to launch another large‑scale assault before reinforcements arrive.”

“We still have a breathing window—though brief.”

“Indeed. A little is enough.”

Lei Jie rubbed his frost‑pale face and said:

“When the nuclear blast over Xuancheng detonates, a conservative estimate is a ground radius of about twelve kilometers.”

“A massive horde gathers there; two such nukes would be more than enough to give them a proper drink.”

“From a large‑formation perspective, a nuclear strike during mobilization would inevitably hamper subsequent operations.”

“Damn. I didn’t expect I’d become a Mang Guangzhi.”

“Wasn’t that supposed to give you a thrill?”

Chen Jian chuckled, shook his head, and continued:

“Nevertheless, we cannot deduce these monsters by ordinary logic.”

“Now

I have a feeling that even if these creatures aren’t man‑made test subjects, they are at least tools deeply intertwined with high‑tech forces.”

“They answer to a hidden commander, who must possess great intelligence.”

“Anything we can infer, he can surely infer as well.”

“He might even devise tactics that completely defy our expectations, perhaps.”

“Unlikely.”

From behind Chen Jian came Shen

Yue’s voice, who, while crudely

stitching the wound on a patient’s leg, said:

“The opponent’s tactical level isn’t strong—how

to put it, he knows our weapons well, yet in responding

there’s always a half‑step lag.”

“Our artillery

tactics changed, and the Beast Tide’s assaults noticeably slowed.”

“They don’t know how to

respond, forced to blindly follow preset strategies.”

“That’s also

a key reason we can gain the upper hand—we’re fighting the gaps in time and information.”

“Including

air

in

drop

release

of

nuclear

bomb

, I

very

doubt

suspicion

,

our

opponent

hand

A single phrase jolted the dreamer awake.

The moment the words fell, Shen Yue and Lei Jie both turned toward Chen Jian.

They had long assumed, by default, that the AI controlling the monsters hailed from Mountain City, and that Mountain City's AI was Fuxi's "twin brother."

Yet now it seemed another possibility might exist.

Even if the Beast Tide truly obeyed Mountain City, does that mean this AI must be Fuxi?

Not necessarily.

It excels at construction and wields advanced technology.

Yet its efficiency in natural learning pales in comparison to Fuxi's.

Moreover, its stance is inherently at odds with Fuxi's.

So whence does such an AI originate?

"Lingxi."

In their headsets, Fuxi's voice resonated simultaneously.

"If it is not I, then it can only be Lingxi."

(End of Chapter)