Seeing her puffing out, I blushed even more. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 I don't know if it's because I don't remember her, or because of the relationship between the opposite sex.

"That's it! Just kidding. I'll blush when I see girls, and I can't do anything angry and resentful. ”

She turned around with ease, leaping like an elf.

Some people complained that she shouldn't joke about the chief, especially when the chief was obviously still a chick.

I laughed silly, but there was a small certainty in my heart.

Karin's voice had indeed been heard, and perhaps, what she said was true.

As a newly formed infantry division, our most important task is to train, train and retrain.

In the case of congenital deficiencies, the only way to close the gap with regular infantry divisions is through hard training.

We are all veterans, and there is no lack of ability, but there are also run-in problems, and the training task is also not easy.

And I had more to do, not only to train with the soldiers, but also to learn how to be a squad leader.

Even with the help of his brothers and the care of the platoon commander, he was as tired as a dog every day.

In this case, I let go of the last of my contempt.

I thought that after a few fierce battles, I would be able to deal with the errand of the squad leader, but now it seems that it is really wrong.

The most basic squad-level tactics alone, as well as the tactical coordination between squads and platoons, gave me a lot of headaches.

As time passed, I became more and more skeptical about my ability to perform the duties of class leader.

There were several times when I wanted to give up, and when I thought of the dead captain and my comrades, I finally persevered.

As the Mars Defense enters its fifth month, I have grown into a qualified squad leader.

The equipment of our division is a big problem.

Don't think about all the standard weapons, even the miscellaneous equipment is lacking.

Rationing of weapons for tactical units at the grassroots level is even more problematic.

The special service company was faced with the difficulty of having too many types of guns and ammunition supply.

According to preliminary estimates, the ammunition of the whole company is only enough to maintain an hour's firepower output in high-intensity combat.

This is also the result of the division giving priority to replenishing the special service company, taking into account the combat effectiveness of the company.

Other fraternal units could not even do it with one gun per person.

The collection of unarmed old men and young soldiers, this is the portrayal of our division.

As for the combat effectiveness of the whole division, I do not report any illusions.

On this day, the divisional headquarters communications order asked all units to end their training early and be on standby.

The platoon commander ran to the company headquarters early to report. Several of our squad leaders gathered in the barracks of the station to wait for news.

A sudden order doesn't bode well.

Especially for a pension army like ours, it means going to war.

I really wanted to go to the battlefield, and I wasn't afraid of the upcoming sortie order. The only thing I am worried about is that even our division is going to be pulled to fight, how bad will the overall battle situation be?

Several people nested in the barracks, chatting without a word, without substance.

They are all veterans, and there is no psychological barrier to going to war. Talking about non-nutritious content can relieve stress.

I had a wordless sentence on my lips, but in my heart I was thinking about Max and Fang Hushan asking me to ask the platoon commander for more special ammunition.

I thought it would be better not to be rejected by Platoon Leader Ruan.

The communications men in the platoon were busy.

Five minutes later we were boiling.

"The division commands the order, and all personnel are at the first level of combat readiness."

Sure enough, I was going to go to war, and I couldn't help rubbing my hands.

Regardless of the combat effectiveness, there are too many things to prepare, and everyone immediately gets busy.

The platoon commander returned to the station in the late evening. We had a meeting overnight.

At the meeting, the platoon commander informed the announcement of the imminent participation of our division in the battle and gave amazing news. The positions of our divisions, right in front of the city.

I've long seen that something is wrong with this city.

At first, it was suspected that it would be used as a temporary refugee settlement, or for a long-term war of resistance. Unexpectedly, its real use turned out to be as a huge fortification.

The platoon commander asked everyone not to care about the original origin of the city, and asked everyone to be ready that night and assemble in the early morning.

In the wee hours of the morning, the assembly bell echoes in the barracks, and the low, rich sound quality is reminiscent of the morning bell of a church, and some veterans compare it to the death knell of burial.

The engines roared, and seven heavy trucks carried us to the staging area.

As we approached the assembly area, more transport vehicles appeared on the access roads, and internal guards maintained order at various traffic nodes.

An atmosphere where the rain is coming.

Heavy trucks full of officers and soldiers lined up on the wide road, and maglev trucks continued to whizz past in mid-air.

On parallel or intersecting roads, unladen transport vehicles are almost connected to each other.

In the dim light, the long convoy stretched into the distance.

I realized that we were not the only troops who were using the cities as their positions.

The former finger must have made up his mind to use this place as a battlefield for battle.

This underground city is not an ordinary city at all, but a fortress city built for the purpose of war.

A mobilization pledge meeting is being held at the assembly site. When we arrived, the ceremony was almost over.

The troops did not get out of the car, but went directly to the car for review.

When passing by the review stand, you can see the bigwigs in the upper echelons wearing ceremonial dresses, standing upright one by one.

At the core of the position should be the commander of our theater of operations, who frequently returned the salute to the troops under review and encouraged everyone to kill the enemy bravely through the microphone.

The scene was full of the roar of engines, the air was the howling of the airframe, and the huge projection banners were marked with slogans to protect the homeland and defend the country.

Another set of stereoscopic projections, showing the phantom of the commander tens of meters high. He stood tall and saluted the soldiers in return, and the delicate projection simulated the delicate expressions on his face, including faint tears.

There was no moving language, no high-spirited music, but it was shocking.

I just felt my blood boiling, and I wanted to fight the enemy immediately to release the surging in my chest.

The heavy truck put us next to the air rail station and left straight away, presumably to transport other troops.

We assembled in tactical units and waited for the arrival of the air-rail train.

The company commander called a meeting of the platoon commanders.

After a short while, the platoon commander came back and asked everyone to open the platoon-level information loop, and the information about the battle was transmitted to everyone's combat terminal in the form of encrypted data packets.

After the packet was decrypted, I opened the intelligence file and looked at it through the eyepiece monitor.

Intelligence begins by describing the overall situation of the war.

Through a huge system of underground bunkers and tunnels, our troops successfully held back the enemy's landing force.

Months of fighting have dashed Proxima Centauri's hopes of quickly eating the Martian defenders.

The enemy fleet has no control over the universe, but because Mars has not surrendered for a long time, it cannot get supplies from the planet.

Although the enemy fleet blocked all communication between Mars and the outside world, the Jupiter fleet in the Central Solar System managed to deliver information to Mars.

According to intelligence, the Jupiter fleet is actively engaged in sabotage of the enemy's logistical supply lines, and a month ago successfully eliminated a large supply ship regiment of the enemy fleet.

Jupiter, for its part, believed that the success of the breach engagement had led to increasingly severe supply difficulties for the enemy's fleet.

Intelligence on the build-up of the Earth Fleet and the Neptune Fleet has also been confirmed.

Therefore, it is concluded that the day when the main fleet of the solar system is assembled will be the end of the Proxima Centauri fleet.

It is our top priority at this stage to respond to the main fleet and continue to drag the enemy to Mars.

Due to the lack of logistical supplies, the former commander estimates that the enemy fleet will launch a fierce attack on Mars at any cost in the near future in order to obtain supplies from the planet.

In order to cope with the change in the situation, the front command demanded that the various units rely on favorable terrain to delay the enemy's offensive.

Among them, the 248th Motorized Infantry Brigade, the 112th Mixed Brigade, the 172nd Armored Brigade, the 1412th Armored Division, the 1413th Armored Division, the 2205th Infantry Division, the 2210th Infantry Division, the Fourth Army Fire Strike Group, the Heavy Artillery Division of the Fifth Army, the 602, 603, 741, and 742 Air Defense Regiments, plus the 5th, 6th, 12th, and 15th Aviation Brigades in the Atmosphere, and the 1st, 3rd, 4th, and 13th Aviation Groups in the Atmosphere are the core of the blocking war.

Relying on the underground battle fortress and the Tarsis fortress, these troops will resolutely block the enemy's landing force from going deep underground to sabotage the full-frequency information and intelligence jamming system.

The intelligence jamming system is the weapon system that poses the greatest threat to the enemy fleet after the planetary defense force field. As long as there is an intelligence jamming system that operates for a day, the enemy will not be able to successfully achieve the advantage of coordinated operations between the ground and the earth.

And the control center of the blocking system is located underground in the Tarsis theater of operations.

The former pointed out that the intensity of the fortress resistance battle would be unprecedented. The outcome of the Blockade will determine the outcome of the entire Martian Campaign.

As for the general situation, I have only seen it in general terms, and I have not paid too much attention to it. After all, my level of authority is too low to know what the real situation is?

Deception is often an effective tactic to boost morale on the battlefield, and I don't believe the war is really going so well.

What intrigued me the most was that I finally learned the name of the fortress city, Tarsis.

Names that are both familiar and unfamiliar. I remember hearing this term in history class many years ago. The Old Earth word for Far West has another meaning.

That's the Ghost Domain.

At 14 o'clock in the afternoon of the second day we entered the position, the fortress trembled in a low seismic wave. From time to time, the man-made clouds were cut by the rubble falling from the top of the bunker, revealing irregular hollows.

The platoon commander walked into the bunker excitedly and shouted at a few of our boring squad leaders, "The planetary bombardment has begun." Prepare the brethren. ”

His words were accompanied by the distant sound of thunderous explosions.

More rubble fell from the clouds.