Looking into the center of the bridge, a huge holographic projection device casts a condensed map of the surrounding situation in midair. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The large and small starship groups in the info red stroke are the Jupiter fleet, and the ship groups in the blue stroke are the devil's fleet.

It can be seen that the number of devil fleets is much smaller than expected.

Me: "So little? Is it all Jupiter's fleet? ”

Wood: "Are you an idiot? If the Jupiter fleet achieves impressive results, it will not be blown into the sky in the battle report! ”

The old man who was told by Wood blushed and almost buried his head in the control table.

Lieutenant Colonel: "The devils have detected the build-up of the main force of our fleet, and their main force left a week ago. Now what is seen is the remaining fleet. ”

Me: "The left-behind fleet is so powerful!" The Jupiter fleet is also the main force in our solar system, is the gap between us and the devil really that big? ”

Lieutenant Colonel: "In fact, the gap is much wider than our most optimistic projections. You should be aware of this, but if it weren't for the fire with Mrs. Wall and the consumption of most of their strength, this battle would not have been fought at all. ”

I nodded at the lieutenant colonel's judgment, just looking at Mrs. Wall's technology and strength, she was able to fight them for hundreds of years, how far worse would the Proxima Centauri be.

In a holographic projection, the situation is dynamic. Although the Blue Fleet is numerous, it is generally small, fast but lacks firepower. The Red Fleet is small and bulky, but its firepower is far from that of the Blue Fleet. Judging from the overall situation of taking up the battle, on the contrary, the blue fleet with a large number of comrades-in-arms was beaten everywhere and chased by the red fleet with strong firepower.

Lieutenant Colonel: "The Jupiter fleet in maneuver evasion mode basically has no leisure to take care of us. If you want them to answer, you might as well rely on yourself. ”

The more I got in touch with the lieutenant colonel, the more I felt that he was unfathomable. Obviously he was born as a sniper, but he was able to understand the diagram of the cosmic battle situation, and he could also judge the psychology of both sides of the battle. Compared to his rank of lieutenant colonel, my major is much more watery. Not to mention any cosmic warfare, just in land warfare, the most basic marksmanship problem can directly classify me as unqualified.

Lyman: "I've always had a question, why didn't the devil shoot reinforcements. Their fleet has the upper hand, and the passage for reinforcements is open. ”

Lieutenant Colonel: "They can't send reinforcements, the landing command ship is the highest command organ of the Devil Army, without orders from the command ship, all the actions of the Devil Army will be out of control." This is also why it took a lot of effort to launch an attack on this battleship. ”

“......”

Lieutenant Colonel: "As long as we take this place, there will be hope for Mars." ”

Before we set off, there was exciting news coming from the surface of Mars. In view of the weak defense of the Devil's command ship, the defense forces decided to increase the delivery of land forces to the ship, and asked us to capture the ship at all costs.

At the same time, the opinion of the Jupiter fleet was also forwarded from the headquarters of the Defense Forces. If it is certain that the command ship will be captured, the fleet will do whatever it takes to preserve the gains of the army.

The new information boosted our morale. As long as we hold on for a while longer, and the self-detonation procedure of the command ship is lifted, there will be a steady stream of fighters boarding here, and then we will not be alone, and it will be the devils and not us who will face the overwhelming numerical superiority.

Led by the lieutenant colonel, the 3 of them quickly maneuvered to the holographic printing room on the lower level, where we reconfigured our weapons, replenished ammunition, and my prosthetic leg was repaired. The whole range of printers is really a good thing, as long as the morality can be found in the information, any munitions can be manufactured. With grenades, arm shields, and jet fuel, I was confident that the operation would succeed.

The countdown entered the 15-minute time limit, and the ship's alarm sounded again.

Strangely, when morale was high, I didn't feel the urgency of the situation at all, but was confident that the self-detonation process would be stopped in time.

As for whether he will be able to leave alive after the defeat, he has not given much thought to it.

With the help of the bridge, access control on the ship was no longer a problem for the three of us. Wood has become our eyes, where there are many devils gathered, whether to take a detour, how much distance is approximated, how long it takes to give hints, follow his guidance to move forward, there is a sense of being playing a VR game.

The effortless formation continues until it is close to the powerhouse position.

Wood told us that the bridge's monitoring of the power room was abruptly cut off, and access to the rear half of the hull was lost.

The adjudicator of the devil has finally made a move.

According to the plan in advance, it is now my turn to use my perception to guide me forward. Lehmann continued to walk in the forefront in the mode of optical camouflage, and the fire support of the left rear row of the lieutenant colonel's sniper rifle ensured that we had a certain ability to attack fortifications.

Lyman: "Notice the three guards around the corner ahead. They're already armed and should have expected us to pass through here. ”

As I approached the corner, I sensed the presence of the enemy and gestured to the lieutenant colonel to inform Lyman to cooperate.

Running a few steps, the jetpack burst and slid across the bulkhead around the corner.

My presence immediately attracted the attention of two enemies, and one of them had his back to him, unaware.

Kicking hard with my left leg and shooting my backpack again, I made a nice turn in front of the two and slid down the bulkhead on the other side. The two of them were out of sight.

Devil Soldier A: "****"

Devil Soldier B: "****"

I don't understand what they're saying, but it doesn't matter, the opinion of the dead doesn't matter.

The moment I left the bulkhead and entered the cabin where the three of them were, I turned and landed and glided along the floor.

Three men appeared in front of me, and two of them had just raised their guns, and the muzzle of the gun was still aimed at the height of my exposed body earlier. The other person turned around inexplicably, probably not in a state yet.

I knew Lyman was lurking inside the ventilation shaft in the ceiling.

deliberately chose the one of the two who was farther away from Lyman. Using the junction of the dagger that had been prepared for a long time, the huge resistance came through the dagger, and then he changed his body posture and stepped on the devil's heart with his right foot.

There was a muffled thud.

The two fell to the ground together, one of them uncovered with armor, blood splattering onto the wall.

Looking around again, Lyman had come down from the ceiling, and the other person was his hand.

The guy who turned around came back to his senses and made a backward pose. One side of his helmet burst open, spraying red and white everywhere, and the body fell to the ground. All the while, the devil soldier couldn't touch the assault rifle hanging from his shoulder.

The lieutenant colonel gave the order with hand gestures, and we moved on.

From this encounter, I am more confident, and the devil soldiers are finally no longer those elite or special service personnel, but have returned to ordinary soldiers, and even ships with no land combat experience. Dealing with these people, it is completely possible to kill in seconds, and it will not even affect the speed of our progress.

Lyman: "1 person, solve it directly." ”

The little man rushed to the front, and by the time I arrived, the body had not yet fallen. It was the corpse of a ship's crew, with a look of disbelief on its face.

Although the monitoring is not in force, and the access control is not in us, but with an accurate map of the entire ship, the first two obstacles are nothing.

At first, Lyman was still a little more energetic, using my perception to kill the ghost soldiers he encountered, and when there were many people, he would find a place to detour.

Ten minutes into the countdown, we had simplified the path procedures as we were familiar with our opponents, and Lyman came down from the ceiling, and the three of us ran and jumped through the passages and cabins, screaming incessantly, leaving corpses all over the ground.

Until the wide area in front of the entrance to the power cabin, Lyman stopped first, and the lieutenant colonel and I hid with him under the steps.

Looking up through the gap, I saw that a large number of devil soldiers were lined up in a neat gun formation, waiting there in a large formation.

In front of the gunfire, a tall soldier stood there.

He was armed only with a pistol for self-defense, his uniform was gorgeous and solemn, and his face was full of awe-inspiring air.

The first time I saw him, I was sure that this man was the adjudicator on the ship.