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It was the soldier who was most excited about talking to me. At this time, his tone was calm and palpitating.

“......”

I was speechless, and I did not dare to look at the faces of the fighters.

Now on the outer shell of the Yunshan, the manhole is in front of you, and this guy Fissard is hiding in the heavy guards with a cipher.

I don't understand, Green is so confident that I will stick to the task even if I am abandoned?

For me, who is about to become a dead person, what is the meaning of the future, and what is the binding force of the so-called righteousness, responsibility, etc.

I couldn't see through Green, I couldn't figure out what he was thinking, and it was only natural to be an abandoned wretched.

"What should we do?"

The soldiers' questions sounded like screams at me, and they sounded so harsh that I wanted to shout to shut up, but I didn't feel like I was in a position to be angry. It is not their fault that these soldiers are really innocent, I at least know the inside story, and it is not their fault that they are to be stabbed at their own fault, and they are really blinded.

With a long sigh, he looked at the deep manhole of the black hole.

Emotionally, I feel that no matter how good the cipher is, it has nothing to do with me. It's better for Faisard to leave now, away from the sphere of influence of strategic weapons with the cipher that determines victory or defeat on the battlefield, and I'd like to see how the Grimm guy ends.

Reason has been preventing me from thinking like that, because it was only Grimm who abandoned us, and the rest of the fleet was unaware. Wei Leili and Jasmine knew that I was on a mission, and they would never leave us alone.

Since leaving the surface of Mars, he has been fighting in a difficult and arduous manner, reversing his disadvantage at every step, and the battle continues, and his comrades have entered the realm of death in batches.

I finally understood why I couldn't give up. Greene must have known that I could be desperate and angry with him, but I would never fail my comrades who had fought side by side. Since so much blood and lives have been expended, there is no way I will give up here halfway.

He saw it too clearly, knew my weaknesses, knew my persistence, and naturally didn't have to stay here to spy on me.

Thinking about this, I can only smile bitterly. He turned his head to look at the warriors gathered around him. Although everyone has a mask covering their feelings, I can tell from their overly tight position that loneliness is eating away at their morale.

There's no way I'm going to tell them the truth, because I can't guarantee that everyone has a reason why they can't give up.

"A lot of times, as a commander, you're going to have to say things that you don't even believe, and you have to convince your subordinates."

Edlaide's advice was always so pertinent that I doubt he was the youngest general in the solar system to be relegated to the Company of Heroes. How could anyone know that much about what it was like to be a commander, and it didn't look like Edrider was much older than me.

Is the gap between people really that big?

I know that no matter how big the gap between me and Edlaide is, there will be a day when it will be bridged, because my time will continue and he will always stay on the day of the assault.

Me: "...... No matter how many times you watch it, the sailing attitude of the Youth is so perfect! ”

Fighters: "....... Sir? ”

Me: "Okay, we've seen the ship set sail, and now it's our turn to get down to business." What are you all doing here? You're all veterans, right, do you want me to teach you how to fight? ”

Soldier: "But, Sir, the Youth, is gone, there is no one else on the bridge, and we have been left behind!" ”

Me: "Is there any connection between the two?" ”

Warrior: "......?"

Me: "The Youth is gone and can come back, is it possible that the people on the bridge have to stay where they are and do nothing while we are on duty?" If we succeed, of course, but what if we fail? Are they also there to die with us? ”

I tried my best to show that I didn't care, and to make my point in a very relaxed and unobtrusive tone. At such a time, especially knowing that the follow-up ending is only death, I can still be so calm, and I can't help but praise myself, and I really have grown.

"Sir! You mean, we weren't abandoned?! ”

"What are you thinking, we're either in the middle of the fight, or we're going to get out safely, and we're going to have to think about what we don't have? Didn't I say a long time ago that I should concentrate on the task and let me think about the rest? ”

I couldn't see their expressions, but from the four light-looking figures that flowed in, I knew I had succeeded.

I succeeded in tricking my comrades into believing that they still had a chance to leave alive.

I don't feel worthy of their trust. I don't deserve the title of sir.

......

"Visual contact with the enemy, 8 o'clock, a total of two people."

"Solve them one by one, and the others pay attention to the rifle and the subsequent suppression."

We act in the dark. At the moment of leaving the manhole, I used the system's overload function to disguise an energy accident on the Yunshan. During this time, all lighting and access control will be useless.

In front of us, apart from the pitch-black passageway, only emergency lights came from the direction of the communication room.

With two soft sounds, a dark liquid erupted from the neck of a patrolman, depicted by the thermal imaging device, as if his body was expanding into darkness out of thin air. The other patrolman's head burst open, and his body quickly turned gray on the surface as a large amount of warm liquid erupted, and gradually melted into the darkness.

I'm not particularly empty, and the main reason why I handed over the direct task to others is because I cut off the enemy's bioelectric signals and report safety to the tactical center by myself. It's not a complicated task, but it takes a quick hand. Even though it was done entirely with brainwaves, I was still overwhelmed.

A false signal that the two are still alive is sent.

If the grassroots commander of the devil noticed, he would definitely wonder why his men wrestled so much today. In order to cover up the emergency signal sent by the human body at the moment of impact, I used wrestling as a cover-up, hoping that there would not be too careful people, because exposing too early would make the follow-up task extremely difficult to complete.

The two figures rushed forward and held the two crumbling corpses in time.

"Clear."

Immediately, the team quickly passed through the nearest passage node to the Devil's Temporary Command in silence.

According to the information in the communication room that was available in advance, the outermost part of the ship is the security control room, and two people are usually responsible for monitoring the situation on the ship, and further down are the listening room for intelligence interception and the intelligence analysis department for sorting and analysis. The innermost part is the communication room responsible for all communication exchanges on the ship, and all information inside and outside the ship must pass through here to travel between the inside and outside of the starship normally. As the location of the core layer switch of the ship's Internet access, it has the most advanced security system and a protective bulkhead that is no less than the armor plate of the battleship.

Fissard and the Security Device were heavily protected, and they stayed in the communication room without moving.

At this point, the tactical objective is clear, and things become fairly simple, either sneak in unknowingly and kill Fessad and destroy the cipher, or be discovered by the devil at any step of the mission and be engulfed by a superior number of enemies in the engagement.

Originally, I was very troubled by the way to stealth in battle, and the path of retreat afterwards, because there are too many uncertainties in either option, and we will not end well.

Now that we are sneaking now, our own safety is not the most important consideration, in fact, whether we can successfully break through, I think it is better not to break out, so that the soldiers around them will not know that they actually belong to the ranks of the abandoned. It is much better to lose hope than to decoct medicine in despair.

My only concern is that I must kill Fissard.

We act cautiously and decisively. Every move is a combination of meticulous calculation and bravery. With a soft sound, the corpses of the ghost soldiers began to lay on the pathway, and if the lighting was restored, it must be a very scary scene.

In front of it is the monitoring room. In order to be able to silently break into it, we have specially prepared special operations equipment. As the blasting device activated, the alloy door was barely torn apart, and strangely enough, the explosion did not cause any disturbance in the surrounding air or any sound. This is all thanks to the blasting device's built-in mute system, which extracts a portion of the power of the explosion and generates interference waves in the air that disturb the normal shock wave. Since they are taken from the same explosion, the two waveforms are different in phase, and the frequency, vibration and even axial angle are the same, which forms a perfect interference condition. Without affecting the power of the explosion, the shock wave and loud noise that should have been generated along with the explosion were kept to a minimum.

No longer able to tell by sound and vibration that the explosion had occurred, I observed the flames suddenly light up from a hidden place, and I raised my spray gun and rushed into the surveillance room with the help of a jetpack.

In front of a row of high-tech surveillance screens, the author has two ghost soldiers. They even kept their eyes on the screen, not noticing that the alloy door was still being blasted.

The spray gun made a special thump sound, and the two of them were blown apart into pieces by a single bullet on the action.

The fighters quickly rushed into the room, took control of the access control system, accessed the target's surveillance data, and turned off all tactical network functions that were directly relayed through the site.

The monitor quickly showed that Fessad was a figure. He was pacing back and forth in front of the communication system, as if thinking about something. The receiver confirms that the cipher is on his body.

I just made a simple downward cut, and the warriors moved on.

Entering the temporary headquarters, the number of devil soldiers has decreased a lot.

The terminals connected to the Tactical Switches in the monitoring room were constantly displaying warnings from the outside world and requests to connect to the Command Command. We fought all the way, and the body didn't have time to be cleaned up, and it was finally found. However, no matter how fast the devil soldiers moved, they couldn't expect Fessard.

Go over the Intelligence Analysis Division. In order to avoid complications, we have temporarily stopped using the staff officers and technical arms of the electronic sand table that we are immersed in.

Silently passing through the intelligence analysis room, Fissad's location was in front of him.

When I reached the closed alloy door, my breathing became rapid. However, it is not because of the mission that I am nervous, I have not felt the anxiety and oppression caused by the tension for too long after being immersed in the battlefield environment for a long time.

I wasn't nervous about the upcoming battle, I was scared, and after completing the mission, the fighters asked me what the retreat path was, how I would face them.

I, like all liars, fear the moment the truth is revealed.

The two warriors skillfully rubbed to the door, taking care not to set off the sensing device. The silent blaster is installed. With the light of the explosion, I was the first to raise my spray gun and rush in.

No one?

The vast communications control center was surrounded by countless devices and five or six technologists busily working in it, expecting to burst in, kill all the humans standing, including Faisard, and then think about retreating, it was all as simple and rhythmic as it could be.

Unfortunately, the expected humans did not appear, and certainly not Faisade.

The soldiers next to me rushed in, and I could hear a whisper in the headphones.

"It's a trap, get out of here!"

I shouted and warned as I turned on the jet device regardless of being indoors, and the dense line of fire instantly penetrated where I was. Staggered behind them followed by the two.

I don't have to go out of my way to look back, I know that since the mission began, we have finally suffered casualties.

Hurry to find cover, surrounded by dense lines of fire, I turn on my brain domain perception.

Fifteen devil soldiers surrounded us. Faisard was right in front of him and could be seen in our grand seats.

"Zhao Ping! I admit to underestimating you. If I had known you could do this, I would have killed you in the first place instead of waiting until the end. ”

I motioned to the remaining two subordinates to find a way to retreat, and I felt for a grenade, waiting for a chance to break out.

One of the two fighters had just crouched down, apparently trying to choose the direction of action. His head slammed, and his body rolled limply to the floor.

"Sniper, sir, you're being targeted here......"

There was a flash of light, and something entered from the back of his head, exploding directly on his forehead. The aiming kits of the work department, including the visor and helmet, sprayed out in unison.

I subconsciously raised my right hand to block, and the corpse fell. The feeling of being targeted by a beast suddenly struck.

Open the arm shield and sit down sideways.

The brachial shield overload turned red, and then shattered like glass.

Even though I tried to avoid it, the large-caliber sniper-specific nails grazed the front of the helmet. This was accompanied by a cracking sound, and the eyepiece display being stripped away by a tremendous force in front of my eyes. I felt the outside, blood-smelling air touch my cheeks.

Gritting his teeth, ignoring the tearing pain on his forehead, he unfurled the physical infantry shield.

Another shock hit. This time, the infantry shield could not be clenched, and it fell directly to the ground.

I followed the swirling shadow of the infantry shield. With the help of the ejector, he left his original position.

Finally find cover and avoid the terrifying sniper. I took a big gasp of air as I assessed the current situation.

I've seen a lot of snipers, but there aren't many snipers like this one, which have extremely stable output and are very sharp and spicy, and the manpower I've been exposed to is estimated to be only snipers of the same magnitude as Max and Lieutenant Colonel Berg.

"Zhao Ping, is that you? You're really haunted! Pretending to retreat, it's actually for the cipher in my hand. Haha, what a kind of person who doesn't shed tears when he doesn't see the coffin, I wanted to let you go, after all, everyone is a colleague, since you are so hard, don't blame me for being unkind. ”

Fessad's tone was full of arrogance and control.

Footsteps approached from three directions.

I realized that the final moment was just around the corner.

But until I end my cursed life, I must not let the cipher fall into the hands of the devils.