After the second artillery bombardment, more of the nest was exposed. A batch of Alien Species was killed, and new ones crawled out from underground. Han Yi wasn't in a hurry, patiently waiting until the snowy ground turned black again with their numbers. He waved to Yang Qi, who was on the lookout platform below, and Yang Qi blew a whistle. The distant rocket artillery squad commenced the third launch.
Watching the dozen or so rockets fly overhead, Zhan Rong felt almost numb. A subordinate jogged over and asked, "Senior Colonel! Troops from the Space-Time Base have departed! Shall we also move out?"
Look at all this hot-blooded fervor, it's just a few rockets from the base, what are you getting excited about!
Zhan Rong asked with patience, "Has the rocket artillery finished launching?"
These weapons are too destructive; getting too close could result in collateral damage.
"It's finished! There were three launches, sixteen rockets each time, totaling forty-eight rockets!"
