Graeme 5 was the first to bear the brunt, and around the 200-kilometer-long cylindrical artificial celestial body, countless Biochemical Fleet raiders passed through a solid force field shield and crashed into the station's outer shell.

The battle extends all the way from the surface of the shell to the interior of the space station. The constant flashes and fires, as well as the debris flying and raging, can give people a sense of presence and power under the lens of the monitor. The new generation of mechanical infantry, which has been improved by Madame Wall's technology, has almost no power to parry in front of the Baillandia, and often a squad of robots rushes up and is smashed into scrap metal by an angry subhuman.

Looking at the images from different divisions on the monitor, the on-site commander sighed, but I was unmoved, because the robot could not compete with the subhumans, which was something that had been expected for a long time.

"The subhumans have broken through the yellow alert zone, do you want to attack?"

"Let the automatic turrets warm up and put them close to the encirclement. Against the beast, or the trap is the most effective. ”

I deliberately gave orders in a vicious, unscrupulous manner, just so that the people around me could see my image and cheer them up. Although the morale is now low, and the fool knows that the fleet and the provisional government are crumbling, my rude but heroic words still raised the morale of the soldiers around them, and everyone shouted loudly, and the voice with a sense of power spread throughout the communication circuit.

A squad of about 5 sub-humans entered the pre-designed encirclement, and the first sub-human was stunned for a moment when they entered the encirclement, and then took a defensive posture. I also admire the biological instincts that these guys possess similar to the ability to perceive the brain domain, and I can still see the clues under such a careful arrangement.

The Type 6 anti-materiel rifle attacked the same subhuman from two directions, its massive head exploding into a cloud of blood bubbles in the air, and the remaining four subhumans screamed and rushed forward as the organs and plasma rained down. This is where the subhumans are really terrifying, they are smart, strong and not afraid of life and death, unlike the indifference and emotionlessness of robots, they often burst out with far more combat power than usual, which is a typical example of the more they fight.

The automatic battery and the light infantry around the division opened fire in unison, and the dense line of fire was concentrated on the target, forming a semicircle outlined by the line of fire.

The explosion and the weapons formed by the flesh and blood obscured my vision, and when I saw the subhumans again, the tall figures with blurred flesh and blood were still rushing forward, wailing with anger and the smell of blood rushing straight in.

The automatic turret in the path of a subhuman was completely overturned, and although the armor was fine, the moving joints with low gait strength and the balance adjuster of the turret were destroyed, and the smoking turret was crooked to the side and lost its effect. The unrecognizable subhuman roared and rushed over, and directly confronted him was the automatic weapon of the guard squad. In an instant, the skin of the subhuman was opened, and the clothes of the special character were almost torn apart, revealing their rock-like muscles.

One of the fighters dodged a little slower, and the whole person was directly shot out. The body slammed into the cover, and then rolled down. Although the reinforced exoskeleton of the light infantry could prevent things like the neck from happening, the soldier's chances of surviving such a powerful blow were slim.

The sub-people met for the sake of the results of their own go, and after raising their heads and howling, they wanted to do something. I'm not going to give him a chance, though. I pounced on the subman with a speed that didn't allow much speed, and before he could react, the deadly spray gun was nailed to his neck.

"Bang!"

Like the sound of a string breaking, the subhuman fell to the ground and could no longer stand up.

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The Graeme 5 space station has been fighting for seven hours due to the persistence of the Marine Corps.

The wreckage of the robot soldiers was strewn everywhere, mixed with the corpses of ordinary warriors and the remains of a few tall subhumans, and even if I were to be in charge, this space station would be at the end of its power.

"Sir, I'll lead someone to counterattack again, I don't believe I can't fight back these monsters!"

The unit stationed here is an interstellar infantry company, and the company commander has already killed red eyes and asked for another charge.

I shook my head, "Seven hours is long enough, and if you look at the other space stations around us, many of them have fallen into the hands of the subhumans, and if we resist, we'll lose the last chance to retreat." Order everyone, get ready to leave. The bodies of their companions could not be taken away, and they were cremated on the spot, as long as their dog tags were taken. ”

The company commander was reluctant, but he carried out my order. My current image is actually not much different from those murderous subhumans, and it is not my rank that forces the company commander to obey his orders, but the anger that is full of anger.

The Graeme 5 space station has completely fallen into the hands of the enemy. Looking at the huge man-made facility from the shuttle, once home to hundreds of thousands of people, now in the hands of the Asians, what will it be used for?

We were almost the last troops still entrenched in the yellow zone, and with our withdrawal, there were no more troops in the entire yellow zone.

"According to the plan, the next stronghold is the space antenna array facility, where there is no air, and there is no place for soldiers to rest, and it is expected that it will be good to be able to hold the offensive for two hours."

While listening to the company commander's introduction, I nodded. Two hours is not too short, and I would not have used an unmanned facility as a garrison if it weren't for the large interior area that facilitates street fighting. For us now, it's good to get an extra hour.

I can't stay in this unit any longer, there is a greater need for help, and as the representative of the strongest force in the Marine Corps, I must sit there.

When I explained that I had to leave, there was a commotion among the soldiers, and many had desperate expressions on their faces.

"Don't be ashamed, you boys won't fight without the colonel? I tell you, the fight is still going to be fought, and it has to be fought beautifully, or be careful that I kick your ass. ”

I patted the company commander who used rude insults as a morale-boosting tactic as a compliment. In fact, I am so tired that I don't even want to go, but in front of the same tired soldiers, I have to make a vigorous appearance, in the face of a tough battle, most of the time, it is not the defense line that collapses first, but the psychology of the soldiers, this time the soldiers are absolutely not allowed to break their will earlier than the battle line.

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During a brief resupply in the transport, I transferred to another shuttle back to the Wanwang. This converging fleet was carefully planned, and since the fleet was also tasked with harassing and luring the enemy, I had to seize the time to take advantage of the time window to deal with the decisions that the captain should make, as well as to understand the progress of the overall battle situation.

"The situation is not optimistic, and in the face of street fighting in our space facilities, the people of Brande intend to fight us hard. Moreover, I thought they had the qualifications to be so arrogant, whether it was the number of troops or the quality of individual soldiers, we were much worse than the biochemical fleet, and it was really hard to say whether they could hold out to the end. ”

I basically agree with Maxim's judgment. As I can see from the battles I have personally participated in, it is not easy for the defenders to inflict heavy losses on the Asians.

Verelli has prepared for me the results of the transformation warriors who have the brain domain chip. Special fighters, who have grown to more than sixty people, are used as the backbone of the backbone of the main force, and it is known that 35 people were killed in battle, 12 were wounded, and the rest are still fighting. Their results were also staggering, with the average Perland costing 1.4-1.7 subhumans to a reformed warrior casualties.

Although the battle record of the Transformation Fighters is excellent, it is a pity that their number is too small, and I can't stop thinking that if half, or even even a third of the Warriors, have the Brain Transformation Chip, they will not make the Branders so arrogant.

"It's a bit of a shame that the Transhumans didn't make it to this battle."

Wei Leili said it implicitly, but I thought it was true.

"Below is the spacecraft in the redline area to accelerate orbit 2, where there may be a direct attack from the Asians in both directions, and one of the infantry platoons that was originally planned to be stationed has been annihilated, so it must survive 3 hours to get reinforcements, during which time elite soldiers need to fill the gap first. Once this place is breached, there will be a chain reaction in the red line defense area, and I am afraid that the whole battle will be uncontrollable because of the premature loss of this place. ”

Wei Leili's words made me speechless in my heart, basically what he meant was that I and the guard squad must ensure the safety of a platoon's defense area within 3 hours. If it's just against an ordinary enemy, I'm still confident that I can do it, but now the opponent is an elite bloodthirsty combat subhuman who can really block the attack for 3 hours? I'm skeptical.

"The number gap is too large, and the damage to the guard squad is also one of the reasons, can the reserve still send manpower?"

"Seriously, most of the marines have been dispatched, and now the frigate group has basically lost the ability to engage in broadside combat, every time it fights with the biological and chemical ships, I am afraid of being approached, and once even one subhuman successfully boards the ship, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no huge casualties."

“.......”

I believe this news, as a commander can not get reinforcements, which means that the detachment still sent all the reserves. But this mission is really hot, and my death is not a big deal, if the relationship between this gap leads to the collapse of the overall occupation, it is unacceptable.

"Or, let the internal affairs troops, and the starship fighters who have lost their posts, supplement it. About 12 people, about the size of a combat squad. They don't have good fighting, but they're trained. ”

"Okay, that's it."

I knew that the detachment would not be able to send even a single soldier more.

When I was a small soldier in the past, I used to complain that the top management always put too heavy a burden on the front-line troops regardless of the lives of their subordinates. Now that I have become a commander, I understand that the top management also has its own difficulties, but the difficulties are still difficulties, and the loopholes need to be filled with human lives. I am deeply tired of this war, which has lasted for more than two years. I remember that the peaceful life of the past is so far away. Am I lost in the fog of war and never going back to my old life?

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Those three hours were the most grueling battles I've ever experienced in my life. The number of sub-humans outnumbered us, and we relied on the advantage of the terrain to deal with them, and every ten minutes some of our comrades fell, while the rest of the people still wailed on the ground despite their dying comrades, and struggled to besiege the sub-humans who broke into the ambush circle. As the subhumans wailed for wounded, another warrior fell to the ground, either wounded or outright dead.

The combat effectiveness and fighting will of the newly recruited soldiers are not good, I do not mean to use them as the main force, they are at best providing fire support, and by the way, they are used to give people courage.

For most of the three hours of continuous fighting, I was at the forefront. In the final moments of the fight, my machine's right arm was still deformed and unusable, and my left leg was hit hard beyond repair. In this case, I gathered everyone together and used the entrance to the orbital control room as a position to fight against the swarming sub-people. One by one, the warriors fell, the familiar voices became the protagonists of the wails, my faithful guards, and every death made my heart bleed.

It's not time to give up, I'm going to fight to the last breath, and even if my proud mechanical limb is destroyed, it still won't stop me from pulling the trigger with my left hand.

The roaring subhuman rushed over, first with an assault rifle and then with one hand to operate the spray gun, and with the support of my deformed right hand, I barely missed the single bullet within the unit price.

The subhuman opened a bull's-eye that almost fell out, and advanced until it met my forehead before crashing to the ground.

Feeling the vibration of the floor, I knew I had escaped again.

But the battle is not yet won, the enemy still exists, and the next opponent is the agent of death.

In desperation, a new tall figure appeared in view, and my assault rifle erupted with tongues of fire.

"Pay attention to the firepower, this is the 4th Battalion of the 4th Battalion and 1st Company of the Interstellar Infantry Regiment, is anyone still alive?"

With the sound of messy footsteps, the line of fire behind him intensified, and the subhumans in front of him were torn apart by the storm of flames in their wails.

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I was the only one who returned to the Kings, a veteran, and I still couldn't get used to the fact that only one person survived.

The inner self-blame and the feeling of powerlessness are frustrating. As a commander, you have priority access to healing, prosthetic limbs, and equipment. Sideways being pushed into the infirmary and walking away. I became the center of attention for passing by. No one would accuse me of being a coward, after all, as a commander, it was telling that I was going to look like that, but I couldn't escape self-blame. Even if I have a relationship for the rest of my life, it doesn't make me happier.

"Congratulations, sir, you are truly immortal."

Maxim's words should be heartfelt.

"Very well, take that as my epitaph."

At this time, it seems that if I don't blacken myself, I will despise myself.

"We're in trouble."

“...... Are we in less trouble? And what is it this time? Did the enemy overcome the red line ahead of schedule? ”

"No, the enemy failed to overcome the red line, the brothers did a very good job, and everyone is doing well."

“...?”

"The fleet is finished."

"Finished? How is it possible, isn't the Wanwang still alive? The Youth is also there, where is the end? ”

"Not us, sir. 15 minutes ago, the main force of the fleet's combat ships above the average level lost contact in just 10 minutes. While I knew it would be almost impossible to take out so many friendly warships in one go, the loss of contact did happen. And we sent a reconnaissance boat, which also lost contact. ”

"There is only one way to destroy so many starships in one go, or to make so many starships disappear. It's coming, it's leaving the asteroid belt and entering the Jupiter system. ”

"I don't understand, sir, what do you mean?"

"Super Will, the true master of the Biochemical Fleet, is the only one that can take out half of our fleet in one go. The group of ships is not lost, but because there is no controller, it is captured. Now contact the headquarters immediately, and say that I have confirmed the emergence of the super will, and immediately implement Plan C. ”