Drain the Tyranids Dry Like a Spurned Woman!
On the first day, the Tyranid Swarm offensive was extremely fierce, with a million-strong army pressing in, and the Imperium of Man suffered repeated defeats.
The next day, the Tyranid Swarm had the upper hand, and the Imperium of Man was on the verge of collapse, suffering countless casualties.
On the third day, Tyran swept through cities and fortresses, destroying hundreds of strongholds and breaking through enemy lines one after another. The Imperium of Man was in grave danger, Pertita was on the verge of falling!
On the fourth day, the Imperium of Man put up a tenacious and unyielding resistance, and the Tyranid Swarm began to show signs of weakness.
On the fifth day, Tyran... was numb!
The resistance of the Imperium of Man has changed from initially having complete defensive positions to now roaming around, occasionally popping out of tunnels to launch surprise attacks!
The Zerg had considered burrowing into the tunnels, finding these damned "mechanical" nests, and destroying their base in one fell swoop.
But once inside, the Zerg were quickly dumbfounded. The intricate tunnels were full of traps and pits, with no clear guidance. Moreover, the pits were extremely narrow, only allowing two or three Tyran to enter at a time, making it impossible to take advantage of their numbers.
Thus, the insects that burrowed into the tunnels were caught in a maze-like tunnel system, attacked from both sides by mechanical warriors. Unable to take advantage of their numbers and unable to find an exit, they suffered heavy casualties!
What's even more despicable is that, in order to prevent Tyran from stealing the corpses of their own kind to replenish their Biomass, those mechanical warriors would burn the corpses every time they killed them, giving them no chance whatsoever!
On the sixth day, the Hive Mind vaguely sensed that something seemed amiss!
Do humans have that many resources?!
Based on the battlefield reports, the Hive Mind finally realized what was wrong—the numbers!
That's right. On the first day of the landing operation alone, the Tyranid Swarm killed hundreds of thousands of mechanical soldiers. If you count the next five days, the number must be at least several million!
In Pertita, such a dilapidated Death World, let alone millions of mechanical soldiers, you could probably scrape together half a million even if you dug it all out!
Where on earth did humans get so many resources?!
The Hive Mind did the math: the number of Tyranid Swarm they deployed alone, ignoring unit types, exceeded five million. After six days of fighting those mechanical soldiers in Pertita, only a little over a million remained!
Huge loss!
After weighing the Hive Mind, a thought popped into his mind: they've really lost big this time!
Not only did they receive no Biomass replenishment, but they also lost more than half of the Biomass they had previously plundered from several worlds, and yet they still failed to conquer Pertita!
However, by the time the Hive Mind realized Alvin's insidious scheme, it was too late.
In these six days, the mothership has bred a large number of Bio-spore Pod and sent millions of Tyran to Pertita. Such a huge investment has yielded zero return!
Anyone would be stunned in this situation!
If the Hive Mind could swear, it would probably be cursing Alvin's ancestors for eighteen generations.
What kind of bullshit war is this?
Normally, you can't see a single one of them, but once night falls, in Pertita's harsh climate, enemies are everywhere!
The most terrifying thing is that before they die, those mechanical warriors will detonate small bombs inside their bodies. Although the power is not very great, it is enough to kill a few fragile Tyranid Warrior.
Under normal circumstances, let alone a few Tyranid Warrior, even if hundreds of thousands of insectoids were wiped out in one fell swoop, the Hive Mind would not feel a pang of regret.
The problem is, there's absolutely nothing on Pertita that can replenish Biomass!
This is a Death World. Apart from the desolate desert, there are only weathered rocks. Let alone replenishing Biomass, if they continue to be worn down like this, their forces will soon suffer heavy losses!
Humans want to wear down Tyran's fighting strength!
But things have come to this point, and even if Tyran no longer wants to fight and wants to withdraw from Pertita, it's impossible now.
Humans are like sticking their butts out at homosexuals; they're guaranteed to get "directly attacked" by humans!
They couldn't run away, and continuing to fight would not only prevent them from replenishing their Biomass but also deplete their troop strength.
That's absolutely disgusting!
The Hive Mind could never have imagined that one day it would be the one to hate the "human wave tactics" it once loved to use.
It really wanted to say to the opposing commander: If you're so capable, let's fight fair and square, with our formations facing each other! What kind of hero resorts to underhanded tricks?
Unfortunately, Alvin couldn't hear it.
However, even if he heard it, he would probably just scoff at it. What kind of war is it if you don't use underhanded tactics?
The very first sentence in their ancestors' military strategy is. "Warfare is based on deception!"
Only a fool would confront you head-on!
So where was Alvin at this time?
He was leisurely watching Pertita from a highly secretive base located a thousand meters below the surface, while a fierce war raged on the surface.
"How's our production capacity? Can we keep up with Tyran?" Alvin swirled a glass of red wine, crossed his legs, and held a lit Cohiba in his right hand, looking every bit like he was on vacation.
"Leader, the current production capacity of the Transformers world is 300,000 units per day, all of which are basic warriors;"
The Alien World's production capacity is 80 units per day, primarily for support and air combat. Mr. Tony of the Marvel Universe has added 50,000 industrial lines, and it is projected that in 15 Earth days, production capacity will increase by 1.2 million units.
After reporting the data, the war AI coldly stated, "Based on the information you entered, we will do everything in our power during the war, aiming to deplete Tyranid creature. According to my big data predictions, after another thirty-five days of high-intensity warfare, the Tyran fleet will run out of its stored Biomass."
"Very good."
Alvin swirled his wine glass, a bright smile spreading across his face, "Let's keep dragging this out, like a thirsty, resentful woman, squeeze every last drop of Tyran's Biomass out of him!"
There's a saying that goes something like this?
There are only oxen that die from exhaustion, not land that is over-plowed. This sentence can be slightly modified: There are only Tyran that are worn out, not mechanical soldiers that are under-produced!
"Leader, according to my prediction, once the enemy realizes your intentions, they will soon change their strategic objective—from initially searching for and destroying the 'Void Claw' to decapitation!" the war AI said calmly.
"Of course I know." Alvin put down his glass, took a puff of his cigar, swirled it in his mouth, savoring the aroma, and slowly exhaled, a cold glint in his eyes. "That's what I've been waiting for."
The Hive Mind was in a fit of rage; that was the moment its true intentions were revealed!
He stubbed out his cigar violently, sparks flying, his eyes filled with madness, and sneered, "It knows about beheading, but do you think I don't? It's just a matter of changing houses. I want to see who can take the other's head off first!"