"I heard you've grown a lot of good things here." The messenger walked with an arrogant pace, scanning the vibrant crops in the base. The greed in his eyes was like a hungry wolf seeing a fat sheep, almost bursting out. As he spoke, he reached out and casually plucked a leaf of vegetable, rubbing it between his fingertips. His wanton trampling made everyone in the base clench their fists. "Our regiment leader admires your skills very much," the messenger continued, his tone carrying a condescending sense of alms. "As long as you are willing to join us, we guarantee that you will have everything you need to live comfortably and walk freely in this wasteland. Otherwise..." The messenger changed the subject, his eyes instantly becoming fierce, staring at Xiao Yi and others coldly like a venomous snake, "This base will be lost."
Xiao Yi frowned, a rage flaring within him, but he suppressed it, stepping forward fearlessly. His gaze was firm and steady as he looked directly into the messenger's eyes. He responded firmly, "We have painstakingly built this home on this wasteland. Every inch of it is soaked with our sweat and blood, and we will not surrender it easily. We do not accept your threats." Although Xiao Yi's voice was low, it resounded like a bell in everyone's ears, revealing an unquestionable resolve.
The messenger sneered, his laughter sharp and piercing, as if mocking Xiao Yi and the others for overestimating their own capabilities. "Hmph, you fools," he cursed, turning and walking away with his men. Before leaving, the messenger uttered a harsh word: "You will regret this. This base will be ours sooner or later." The arrogant words were carried far and wide by the dust.
As the mercenaries retreated, the atmosphere in the base grew tense. Some began to worry. After all, the mercenaries were powerful, their weapons and equipment were sophisticated, and if a fight really came to a head, the base would be hard-pressed to resist. "Xiao Yi, are they really going to attack? While our base has some defenses, we're definitely no match for them," an older member said worriedly.
# Wasteland Crisis: After the Alliance's enemy-defending envoys departed with their threats, a deadly, tense atmosphere enveloped the plantation like an impenetrable net. Standing in the center of the base, Xiao Yi gazed upon the worried faces of his companions, knowing full well that the mercenaries would be vindictive. A brutal, fierce battle, like the haze before a storm, was rapidly approaching. He took a deep breath, called out loudly, and decisively summoned his companions to the square. His voice was firm and powerful, as he issued the order for urgent battle preparations. The team members, skilled in building defenses, took the lead and quickly set to work. Carrying shovels and axes, they rushed to the perimeter of the base. The sun blazed high, baking the earth to a scorching heat. The team members' sweat soaked their clothes, yet they never slowed their pace. They dug trenches with all their might, shovel after shovel, unearthing mountains of earth. Once the trenches were complete, they drove sharp spikes deep into the trench floor. These spikes, crafted from scrap metal, gleamed coldly in the sunlight. Next, they erected a sturdy fence, constructed from tightly packed thick tree trunks, each securely fastened with wire. As they toiled, they encouraged each other, "Keep going! Every inch of trench, every fence, and we'll have a better chance of victory!" The psychics found a quiet spot, sat cross-legged, and closed their eyes in concentration. Their aura surged, and the light of their psychic powers flickered in and out. A blazing flame rose around a fire psychic. As he cultivated, the flames grew more intense, the temperature soaring, scorching the air around him and distorting it. A water psychic was surrounded by shimmering streams of water, manipulated by him into various shapes, sometimes like swords, sometimes like shields, its velocity and force increasing. An earth psychic plunged his hands into the ground, and with himself as the center, the ground began to rise and deform, forming solid earth walls. These walls grew stronger and thicker, their surface becoming as hard as rock. They knew their special abilities would be crucial in turning the tide of the coming battle, so they didn't dare slack off for a moment. The other members were also busy. They scoured the base, gathering every available weapon. They dug out rusty, still-usable guns from the warehouse, cleaned them, and loaded them with bullets. They sharpened swords, hatchets, and other melee weapons to a razor-sharp edge, gleaming with a cold gleam. At the same time, everyone worked together to stockpile supplies, moving bags of food and barrels of water into the warehouse to ensure the base had ample supplies during the battle. The plantation was a scene of bustle, each one doing their part. The once vibrant plantation had now been transformed into a fortified, battle-ready fortress. However, Xiao Yi knew that relying solely on the base's strength against the powerful mercenary group was still a long shot. So, he selected a few agile members familiar with the surrounding terrain and ordered them to set out immediately to contact other nearby survivor bases. Before departing, Xiao Yi firmly grasped the team members' hands, his gaze firm and hopeful. "We must successfully contact the other strongholds and tell them that, as the lips and teeth are intertwined, we must unite to fight the enemy!" The team members nodded solemnly, mounted their modified motorcycles, and sped off like an arrow, raising a trail of dust. One team headed eastward for the valley stronghold. The road was bumpy, littered with abandoned vehicles and rubble. Carefully avoiding dangerous areas, they finally arrived at the valley stronghold in the evening. The guards at the stronghold were wary of them, and the team members quickly explained their purpose. "We are from the plantation base. The mercenaries are coming to attack us. They have a voracious appetite. If they destroy us, you could be next. Only by uniting can we survive!" The guards, their expressions solemn, hurriedly brought them to the stronghold leader. After some sincere persuasion, the leader of the valley stronghold was moved and agreed to send some men to support the plantation base. Another team headed westward for the ruined town. The survivors in the small town were wary of strangers, and the team members had to work hard to gain their trust. After explaining the situation in detail, the people in the ruined town discussed and decided to fight side by side with the planting base. As time went on, the team members who went out to contact brought back good news one after another. More and more survivor bases were willing to lend a hand and fight the mercenary group together. When Xiao Yi learned about it, a fire of hope ignited in his heart. He knew that as long as everyone united, they would have a chance to protect their hard-earned home in this fierce battle. Xiao Yi took a deep breath and looked at everyone with a firm gaze: "Don't be afraid, everyone. Since they have come to our door, we can't retreat. This is our home, and we will defend it at the cost of our lives. From now on, we will strengthen the fortifications, prepare all the weapons we can use, and arrange people to take turns to stand guard and keep a close eye on their movements." Xiao Yi's words were like a magic needle that stabilized the panic of the crowd, and gradually calmed everyone's panic. # Wasteland Beacon: The Battle to Defend the Plantation Base As expected, a few days later, the blazing sun hung high in the sky, and beneath a cloudless sky, a cloud of dust billowed in the distance, like a rushing yellow dragon. The mercenaries charged fiercely, their cries of killing like rumbling thunder, deafening the ears. The soldiers, clad in heavy armor and armed with a variety of weapons, surged towards the plantation base like a tidal wave. Xiao Yi stood tall and straight atop the base, his clothes fluttering wildly in the whistling wind. He cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted his command: "Everyone, hold steady! Follow the plan! Don't panic!" His resolute voice resounded like a bell throughout the base, a shot of confidence in every soldier who remained. Like the brightest meteors in the night sky, the psychics launched the first attack. The fire user thrust his hands forward, roaring. Instantly, thick streams of flame erupted like dragons emerging from the sea, blazing with destructive heat as they roared towards the enemy. The flames exploded amidst the enemy lines, instantly igniting everything around them. Screams echoed, accompanied by the acrid smell of scorching flesh. The water user danced with his hands, causing the air to condense into countless sharp ice blades that shot out of thin air and hurled themselves at the enemy like a rain of needles. The ice blades pierced through their armor and pierced their bodies, sending blood splattering. The thunder user raised his hands high, gathering the power of the lightning from the sky. A bolt as thick as a water jar struck down like a raging dragon, instantly reducing the enemy to charcoal. The air was filled with the acrid smell of burning. The base's meticulously constructed defenses now served a vital purpose, acting like loyal guardians. The mercenary group's charge was suddenly halted by the trenches and spiked fences. The soldiers at the front, unable to stop in time, fell into the trench, pierced by the sharp spikes at the bottom, and let out painful cries. Seeing this, the soldiers behind were forced to halt, and chaos spread among the enemy. However, the mercenary group was large in number and well-equipped. After a brief period of confusion, they quickly adjusted their tactics. At the commander's command, several soldiers brought out heavy weapons. Small artillery pieces were quickly set up, their black muzzles trained on the base's defenses. "Boom! Boom! Boom!" With loud explosions, shells rained down, exploding around the base and sending up huge mushroom clouds. Dust and smoke rose in the air, and the defenses were crumbling under the fierce bombardment. The sturdy fence was blown to pieces, and the trench was significantly filled with shells. Xiao Yi looked at the attacked defenses, his brow furrowed, but his eyes remained as firm as steel. He turned and shouted into the communicator, "Defense team, repair the fortifications immediately! Attack team, concentrate your firepower and suppress the enemy's heavy weapons!" Upon receiving the order, the defense team members braved the artillery fire and rushed forward, using spare materials to urgently repair the damaged defenses. Ignoring the danger, they weaved through the hail of bullets, racing against time to fill the gaps in the fence and re-dig the trenches that had been flattened. The attack team members were no match for the enemy, firing a variety of weapons at the same time. Modified crossbows hurled arrows at the enemy like meteors. While they couldn't penetrate the armor of heavy weapons, they could still threaten the soldiers operating them. Simple catapults also continuously hurled huge stones, which, with tremendous force, slammed into the enemy group, crushing them to the ground. For a moment, the battlefield was filled with smoke, and the shouts of killing and the sound of gunfire intertwined, playing a tragic and passionate war song. # Desperate Defence The clamor of fighting, like a surging wave, continuously impacted the plantation base. The mercenary group was like a mad beast, their attacks became more and more fierce, and the roar of heavy weapons shook the earth. The base's originally solid defense facilities, like fragile eggshells, gradually shattered and damaged under this violent bombardment. Cracks spread across the walls, like hideous wounds, witnessing the cruelty of this brutal battle. The team members shuttled through the hail of bullets, fighting the enemy to the death. However, the enemy's firepower was too fierce, and people kept getting injured and falling. Screams and shouts intertwined, filling every corner of the base. Xiao Yi looked at the injured team member beside him, his heart as if hit by a heavy hammer, and he was extremely anxious. His eyes were bloodshot, and he tightly grasped the weapon in his hand. His eyes seemed to declare to the enemy: Even if we fight to the last man, we will never surrender.But as if it weren't bad enough, the situation got worse. The surrounding strongholds that had promised to come to support, for some unknown reason, were still not showing up. The people Xiao Yi sent out to contact came back with disappointing news. Either the roads were blocked by the enemy, or the strongholds themselves were in trouble. The planting base was thus isolated and helpless. The mercenaries noticed the isolation of the base, and their encirclement shrank smaller and smaller, like a noose, tightening the throats of everyone in the base bit by bit. The enemy showed a hideous smile on their faces, as if they had seen the dawn of victory. Xiao Yi looked at the approaching enemy, and knew in his heart that there was no way to retreat now, and the only thing he could do was to fight with his back to the wall. He quickly ran to a high point and shouted to everyone in the base: "Brothers, sisters! We are now isolated and helpless, but this is our home, our last hope in this apocalyptic world! We cannot give up, we cannot surrender our home to these bandits! Even if we only have one breath left, we will fight them to the end!" Xiao Yi's voice was firm and powerful, resounding over the base like a bell, igniting the last bit of fighting spirit in everyone's hearts. The team members responded one after another, enduring the pain, gripping their weapons tightly, their eyes revealing a determination to face death. At this moment, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the oppressive atmosphere was like a huge rock about to collapse, weighing down everyone's heart. But the faith of the people in the base was like a sharp sword, trying to break through the darkness. The mercenaries launched a final general attack, and they surged forward like a tide. Xiao Yi led his team to resist bravely, bullets whizzing past, and the flames of explosions illuminated the sky red. In the fierce exchange of fire, more team members fell, but no one retreated. Xiao Yi's arm was also grazed by a stray bullet, but he ignored the pain and fought tenaciously. Just as everyone at the base was about to collapse, a strange roar suddenly echoed from the horizon. Xiao Yi was startled, thinking it was reinforcements from the mercenaries. However, as the sound drew closer, he saw a fleet of strange-looking aircraft, painted with unfamiliar yet powerful symbols. These aircraft quickly attacked the mercenaries, firing dazzling beams of light, striking the mercenaries' positions with pinpoint accuracy. The mercenaries were thrown into disarray, having not anticipated the arrival of such a mysterious force at this crucial moment. Seeing this, Xiao Yi felt a new hope. He shouted, "Everyone, hold on! Reinforcements are coming! Let's fight back!" Led by Xiao Yi, the remaining members of the base took advantage of the mercenaries' confusion and launched a fierce counterattack. For a moment, shouts of killing and the sound of gunfire mingled. Caught between the mysterious aircraft and the base's inhabitants, the mercenaries finally gave way and began to flee in panic. As the smoke of battle gradually cleared, Xiao Yi gazed upon the mysterious force, a mixture of confusion and gratitude filling his heart. The aircraft slowly landed near the base, and a group of men clad in strange equipment emerged. Leading the way was a tall woman, who approached Xiao Yi with a smile. "Hello, we are the survivors' alliance from afar. We've been keeping an eye on the situation in this area, and upon seeing you under attack from the mercenaries, we rushed to your aid." The woman's voice was gentle yet resolute. Xiao Yi gratefully grasped her hand. "Thank you so much! If you hadn't arrived in time, we would have been in danger today." The woman smiled and said, "In this apocalypse, we are all family, and mutual assistance is our duty. Furthermore, we admire your dedication to our homeland. From now on, let's work together to build a better world in this wasteland." Xiao Yi looked at the woman, then at the surviving team members around him, his eyes gleaming with hope. After enduring this life-or-death ordeal, the cultivation base not only survived destruction, but instead, through this battle, they established a connection with a more powerful force, ushering in new life. In this cruel apocalypse, they will carry this hope as they continue to move forward, writing their own chapter of unyielding spirit.
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