"Oops, they found us!" Sergei hurriedly came up from downstairs, and then, realizing something, picked up a flashlight and, with the help of Morse code generated by the reflection, typed the above. There were too many Allied forces downstairs www.biquge.info to prevent eavesdropping, so I came up with a way to communicate in Morse code, and I couldn't write on the ground with a pencil. I looked at Najib, who responded in Morse code: "It's going to take another half an hour."

It seems to be quite troublesome. On the ground, Izazinka wrote: "In addition to the staircase of the tower here, there are three stairs directly in front and on the left and right sides. If they go upstairs, I'm not sure if the work area will be able to sustain our fierce fight after the destruction of the self-destruct device. And we don't know how many enemies there are, and with heavy firepower units on the tarmac below, it's unlikely that we'll be able to hold off the Allied attack with our strength. "He had more to write later, but I interrupted. I erased all the text after reading the first half of the paragraph, and wrote to myself, "Don't bother. Although the Mirage Tank's turret is tall (due to the high thermal plates behind the turret and to the left and right, which is not only higher than the Rhino Tank's turret, but also does not have the Rhino Tank's "magic ejection armor"), it cannot hit the upper corridor with an upward shot; Grizzly tanks were not numerous, and in the large number of infantry and heavy Phantom tanks below, they could not quickly reach the middle of the tarmac, and they could only get the elevation angle to bombard our floor if they reached the middle of the tarmac; The infantry had thermal imagers, but we were all in spacesuits, and we didn't have vehicles, so their thermal imagers couldn't see us; The upward firing of the Prism Tank is even less useful. The enemy's only recourse is to go upstairs. Comrade Sergey, inform everyone not to worry. Then again, what's going on with them now? ”

After reading this paragraph, Sergey picked up the mirror and was stopped by me. "There are comrades here who don't know Morse code," I wrote, "and you'd better use a pencil." ”

Sergei picked up his pen depressedly and wrote: "Just now at the corner of the stairs, I saw engineers from the Allied forces repairing several broken Mirage tanks, and someone dragging away several astronauts who had fallen to the ground. A few heavily armed Allied hoplite-like soldiers came down from a battle fortress just now, and then I saw a lot of guys dressed differently coming from all directions, and they must be going upstairs! ”

"Do you see how many enemies there are?"

"There were about the same number of people coming up as us, but there were three teams. There were probably a thousand enemies on the tarmac - no, there were more than thirty Phantom tanks alone, and I didn't dare to get too close to the center of the fog to see the specifics. "That's good news, at least we know that we can't concentrate our forces against the enemy.

"I need 30 minutes of communication blocking - oh, I don't need to be in the whole field, I just need a magnetic explosion infantry for each team, turn on the communication shield when fighting each mercenary team, and turn off the other party's communications. This is space, although we can't speak, but we can communicate with Morse code and pencil, the enemy has no other plan but to communicate with gestures, but the hand also has to be used to shoot, we have an absolute communication advantage. ”

"That's just an electromagnetic interference bomb. If one goes down, the opponent's spacesuit will all be broken, and let them suffocate in space. Someone in the back patted Sergei on the shoulder, and Sergei read it and wrote a paraphrase on the ground. I shook my head, took my pencil and wrote, "The hoplites wear primary exoskeleton armor that can block the current of the magnetic blast infantry. Moreover, as long as one enemy escapes, or a large number of enemies in the command headquarters are cut off, the enemy will know the situation and ...... There are unimaginable enemies pouring in. ”

Najib patted me on the shoulder and wrote on the ground: "I still need 15 minutes. But no matter how accurate the orbital ejection is, there is still a hangar roof above the head, but in terms of tonnage, none of the Allied satellites near the moon can penetrate this hangar roof cover. What's more, the enemy command is not a fool, and this is not the Allied reconnaissance battalion that lost the right to communicate, and there will definitely be early warning ...... for orbital ejections"

"So I want you to set up a 'hit' instead of a projectile," I said, "directing an undecommissioned nuclear-powered satellite to rush back into the atmosphere at a very high speed." Even if nuclear fuel is not taken into account, the power generated should not only break through the roof of the hangar, but the entire roof of the hangar will collapse and bury the enemy under our feet! ”

In the distance, it seemed that another person was hurrying up, passing a note that read: "The enemy commando team is ready to go upstairs." The staircase was badly damaged, and most of the enemies climbed the safety rope, and the number of people was not counted. ”

No statistics are required. At this moment, in my mind, in addition to being able to "hear" the heartbeats of more than 30 nervous and trembling hearts before meeting, I can also "see" 104 unscrupulous guys in the distance who are going upstairs in a hurry. Among them, 14 have a small range of psychological fluctuations and a strong ability to observe the environment, while the other enemies are basically more or less paralyzed. But judging by heart rate and physical function...... These people are not badly equipped and well-trained. For some reason, I couldn't even feel the location of the enemy hidden by the Phantom Tank below, only the panic of the few people in the gap opened by the electromagnetic jammer, and the incredulity of some mercenaries around. I couldn't help but shudder: there should be no special equipment for street fighting in the coalition forces, which would be more accurate than the current situation I just analyzed. Is it growing over time. In the future, will my strange sensing ability be as powerful as the radar of the anti-missile system?

Speaking of which, I suddenly had this ability on "that night" ten years ago. Although it saved me a lot of trouble, and allowed me to turn evil into good luck every time, but ...... As this power gradually expanded, I could feel my unease about this power growing day by day. But since I haven't become a puppet of some kind of evil force or directly mutated into a monster like in some novels, I can only wait and see what happens in the face of this situation. I hope I'm overthinking.

"Now everybody is divided into three teams. Izazinka, you take a team, carry electromagnetic jammers to control enemy communications on the left, and I take a bunch to control communications on the right. Najib, you are hiding here, and if the battle situation is unfavorable, you have absolute autonomy to evacuate at your own discretion. Sergey, you are responsible for protecting Najib. Your task is the most difficult because you can't use electromagnetic jammers. As long as the enemy does not notice you, do not go head-to-head with the enemy. It's mainly sneak attacks, you know? ”

"Understand, Comrade Commander, I will never let the enemy spoil your plans!" Sergei's voice made it clear to me: you underestimated me too much before, and now I will try to change your opinion as much as possible. It's nothing short of a demonstration, but it's not a bad thing if he can prove that I'm judging people by their appearance.

"Oh well. Everyone, it's a matter of success or failure! If anyone sins against me, I will offend. We need to let these friction-only Allied devils know that the rocket detonation is just a revenge for their despicable sneak attack, this time, we are going to kick their asses, cut off their heads, and gouge out their eyeballs, even if they are lucky enough to see their God, and let them be lucky enough to see Yuri's troops buried with them in this desolate place far from the earth! That's how communist fighters treat the enemy, isn't it? ”

It may have been that the sudden turn on of the radio was uncomfortable for the ears, so after a period of silence, everyone let out a crisp laugh one after another.