"Jamie, what ill feeling do you have?"

"Yes, Captain."

The captain was silent. Months ago, before they reached this unknown sea, it seemed the kid had said the same thing.

"Don't be alarmed. Keep an eye on your radar."

"Yes."

The fleet had nothing unusual. All kinds of supplies were sufficient. A normal squadron could independently maintain itself on the sea for seven months, and it wasn't that long yet, but it would be soon.

The captain looked at the calm sea and couldn't help but think of his experiences during this time. It was too cruel. Those mutated fish were like crazy things, easily tearing apart the hulls of battleships, using their heads as battering rams in suicidal attacks.

If the hull was cut open, the outcome was never good.

He quietly smoked a cigarette, thinking about where he should go next. Should he explore the mainland with the help of the Marine Corps?

After much deliberation, he abandoned the idea when he saw the mainland before.

Seeing the mainland would definitely lead to division. Looking at the ring on his hand, the sailors were already used to using this ring for communication. Even in their daily lives, after eating the corpses of sea monsters, most of the sailors could physically resist bullets.

Built-in body armor.

Guns could no longer be used to manage them. Anxiety was constantly spreading, and even he, the captain, couldn't stand it anymore.

"Captain! There's bad news on the radar! Come take a look!"

He abruptly threw away the half-smoked cigarette and went straight to the bridge.

On the rusty deck, the cigarette butt was still smoking on its own, even though no one was smoking it.

After looking at the data report on the radar, the captain breathed a sigh of relief. "Fortunately, there aren't too many mutated creatures."

He watched as the small red dots slowly approached combat range.

"Captain, should we attack?"

"Don't rush. Let's take a look first. They might just be passing by. Our reserves are running low, so let's avoid combat if we can. Send the early warning aircraft out for a spin and take a good look at what's going on."

"Yes."

At the same time.

"Kaka! Move out! Don't break my collectibles!"

"...Yes, Your Majesty."

At the forefront was a mutated squid, wriggling and breaking through the water, guiding the corrupted zerglings behind it.

To take down this battle group without any losses, all they had to do was have the zergling directly aim at the power units, destroy them, and then slowly release the Zerg virus. In essence, this thing was just a pile of machines.

As for the high-speed rotating propeller, well, let the corrupted zergling use their brains to pile on it, since they can regenerate anyway.

"Captain, we have a problem. The escort warship in the southeast has lost power to its propulsion systems."

"...Alas, let's do it. After this battle, we'll really have to go ashore." He touched his pocket. He was out of tobacco, and sighed helplessly.

Torpedoes, to hit the zergling?

Well, not to mention whether they could hit it or not, it was questionable whether the zergling's outer armor could even be penetrated.

Bubbling fish.

Zerglings: Good stuff! Take it back for the Queen as a collectible!

Zerglings: Don't fight me, I saw it first! It's mine, I'll take it to Her Majesty first!

Well, from a certain point of view, this thing is still useful.

The infested zergling were not idle either. Green smoke spread continuously along the sea surface. The infested zergling's poisonous mist was very effective against these small islands on the sea that had no ability to move at all.

Of course, this also ensured the integrity of the Queen's collection to the greatest extent possible.

Squid: So what's my job? Not showing my face?

Of course not. You can act as a bridge, a soft link, along the sea surface. Tentacles extend to the warships, and the jumping zergling climb up the structure continuously.

As for the battleship's main guns, rat-a-tat-tat, they're completely ignored. There's damage, but not much. It's not even as fast as the squid's own recovery speed.

Jumping zerglings are on board!

But not just ordinary jumping zerglings, zerglings carrying the virus. The Zerg virus is no different from ordinary smoke for the zerglings, but it's different for these humans.

Rat-a-tat-tat—

The M16's fire tongue poured down on the zerglings.

"Roar!"

"It's working! Bring the heavy machine gun over!"

The 'Cobra' flew close to the ground, the fuselage tilted, the sound of the large-caliber machine gun on the cannon firing, and the zerglings' roars. Of course, this wasn't from pain, but it was close. Ah! The Queen's collection was injured by these damn things!

On the helicopter.

"Hahaha! I killed one! Hmm! Why did it stand up again? Reload! What have you ground crew been doing for the past five minutes, only loading this few bullets?!"

Ground crew: ...

"Waste, hurry up!"

He picked up the rifle on the side and pulled the trigger. Whether it caused damage or not was not important. He could only feel a sense of security when the fire tongue spewed out.

The pilot didn't dare to land at all. It was too terrible. The deck was full of dark monsters.

"Die! All die! F***!"

After the pilot's machine gun magazine was empty, the madness in his eyes grew stronger and stronger. He suddenly pressed the red button on the joystick.

With a tail flame, an anti-ship missile flew erratically into the zergling pile.

"You're crazy! That's our ship!"

"Hahaha! I'm not crazy, these monsters must die! If they don't die, we'll die! I'm not wrong! I'm not wrong!"

"Ah! My ship! My ship! ~" Lin Mo covered her chest, bitter, tears were about to fall. Damn it, for a collector, what is the most terrible thing? That's missing just one piece to complete the collection!

The worst thing was that the last piece was destroyed in front of her~

Now it's over, she almost made the Queen cry, no one can save this little guy now.

My zergling: Let the hunt begin (red eyes).

The first one to make a move was the squid. As a later modification, it never had a chance to curry favor with the Queen, because the Queen really never goes to sea.

Seclusion.