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I carried out wide-area awareness, and the ghost soldiers in the vicinity had disappeared. Sure enough, this is a group of guys who come and go.

I believe that the number of such troops will not be very large, and killing the two of them will be regarded as a heavy blow to the opponent.

In the end, we checked our Internet, and 9 of the people I brought with me were dead and 12 were injured. The troops of the 16th sector, including the commander, lost 7 dead and more than 30 wounded. Compared to the two casualties of the devil, we can be described as a big defeat.

After reporting to the lieutenant colonel, I was instructed to leave a platoon commander and a squad as an assistant, and the others quickly rushed to Area 22 to deal with emergencies.

Although I thought that I would rest for half an hour first, even if it was ten minutes. Considering the mission described as an emergency, I failed to speak to the lieutenant colonel.

With a little arrangement of the tactics and combat itinerary of Area 16, I led the fire brigade to quickly maneuver to Area 22 by shuttle.

Before the shuttle could stop, the effects of the battle were already being felt. The explosion affected the Titan's hull, scattering flames and debris across space, leaving the place in disarray.

As soon as I completed the continuation of the intelligence, I learned that the situation was urgent, and it would be reimbursed by the troops here at any time.

The battle was not imagined, it unfolded inside the Titan, and the defense line of our attacking troops was actually set up on the docked battleship Meridian.

The battle situation here can be summed up in one sentence, that is, it was pressed back by the devil. Not to mention capturing the inside of the enemy ship, the devil's marines have already infiltrated into the interior of our battleship.

The shuttle landed directly inside the Meridian's Gnaku. I led a group of men and others to quickly rush towards the bow of the Meridian.

Dense explosions, the main passage was stuffed with all sorts of firing lines.

The intensity of energy is so dense that it is impossible to even lift your head.

Me: "How's it going?" What means did the devil use? ”

Answering officer: "......"

Me: "How's it going?" ”

Answering officer: "Tell your commander to speak to me!" ”

Me: "I'm the commander of the Rapid Reaction Force, Major of the Martian Defense Force, Zhao Ping. ”

Answering officer: "......"

The surprised expression of the receiving officer, Mu Ne, left me speechless for a while. It's time to burn his eyebrows, and this guy still can't figure out the situation here. I can probably guess that he was too young to believe I was the commander.

I didn't have time to spend time here with him, so I waved my hand, and the officers and men of the fire brigade poured into the battlefield.

Although the local officers didn't give us any pointers, I quickly got the information I needed from the synchronized tactical network.

In this direction, the devils dispatched troops with heavy infantry and mechanized infantry as the main force, and human light infantry as the auxiliary. In the face of such an armed force, Jingjing's nearly 1,000 lightly armed officers and soldiers were beaten to the point that they had no temper.

The devil put the heavily armored and energetic heavy infantry at the forefront, the mechanical infantry to protect the flanks and attack the fortifications, and the human pro-infantry to break behind. Such an ironclad troop structure completely overcame our light infantry-based troops.

Long-range combat is no match for heavy infantry, and in close combat, our army is no match for mechanical infantry with mobile flamethrowers. In several exchanges of fire, our attacking troops lost their troops, and not only did they lose all the land inside the enemy ships, but they were also pushed back with great dishonor.

Looking at the officers and men of our army with tired faces and sluggish postures, I can feel the low morale among them, which is irreversible in a short period of time.

With the salvo of howitzers, and the roar of various guided and unguided weapons in the engagement compartment of the Meridian, a new round of attacks by the devils began.

I briefly discussed with Wood, and then led people to quickly assault the main force of the devil's front-line advance.

I was running and preparing as I could.

At the same time, it will carry out wide-area perception and tactical network intrusion operations. Due to the continuous fighting, the fatigue of the previous time has not yet recovered, and I obviously feel that my brain is overdrawn, and at the same time, my brain is swollen, and the range of perception of the enemy has also been reduced a lot, and at the same time, the invasion of the tactical network is even more powerful.

Weighing the pros and cons, I had to give up on continuing to use my perception and go all out to hack the internet.

With the legal identity and authority obtained, I opened a backdoor in the devil's tactical network, allowing Wood and other electronic warfare experts to easily succeed in the invasion.

Immediately, the mechanical infantry, which was the main force of the devil's attack force, showed signs of instability, and many of the mechanical infantry lost their ability to move and could only stand there quietly. And some of them, the devil robots directly controlled by me, in turn attacked the light and heavy infantry around them.

The order of the devil's troops was immediately in chaos.

I commanded the fire brigade as the vanguard, and ordered the local troops to cooperate, and easily pushed the battle line back out of the battleship.

Officer of District 22: "What a hero out of a teenager, I can't imagine that at such a young age, you already have such command ability." ”

The inkblot officer spoke with sincerity, and the look in his eyes that stared at me changed from disbelief at the beginning to the kind of deep admiration he is now.

Before there was time to rest, a new tactical task was issued.

"Lieutenant Colonel, if we continue like this, we will not be killed by grenades, and we will finish under your orders. You won't be the only one of us. Do you dare to pick up a group of other people to deal with the crisis in other exhibition areas? ”

That being said, a new task was issued.

In the 40th tactical area, our attack troops engaged in fierce street battles with the devil defenders. The lieutenant colonel asked us to rush to support.

Shaking my head in a daze, my eyes could barely open, but I still ordered all personnel to stand by and prepare to go to Area 40.

I realized that this would not work, and that continuous fatigue would eventually lead to mistakes on the battlefield. Any mistake on the part of a commander will eventually cost the lives of his men to make up for it.

I asked the health guard for a drug that could promote hyperactivity.

Sanitary Soldier: "Sir, the side effects of this potion are very large, and it is easy to cause addiction, so it cannot be used unless absolutely necessary." ”

Me: "Now is the last resort. If I don't sober up any longer, I'm going to take us all to the ditch. ”

The health guard looked at me in amazement, a look of shock on his face.

Eventually, he didn't say anything and handed me the potion.

To say that my current situation is indeed quite terrifying, as the commander of these hundred or so people, in a state of almost sleeping, it can be said that we people are still alive can be said to be a miracle, the health soldiers officially understood this, so they no longer stopped me from taking drugs.

Coming to the battlefield in Area 40, our people have mixed with devils and have entered the stage of face-to-face hand-to-hand combat. Many even gave up shooting and picked up assault rifles to join the warband.

Since we did not meet the officer who met us, we had to jump into the battlefield on our own.

I saw a devil soldier knock down a soldier who rushed forward with a hooded head with an assault rifle, and then a nearby comrade picked up the butt of his gun and smashed the devil to the ground. The helmet was not dead, his assault rifle had been thrown aside, and he was desperately grabbing the butt to break it back.

The devil's strength is not small, and with his movements, our people are seized by him. The assault rifle rang out, and one of his comrades fell.

Before this devil could continue to wreak havoc, a huge black figure appeared, and the mechanical arm had already broken the neck of the ghost soldier in the contraction.

In addition, two fighters were entangled with each other, and our side seemed to be an officer, grabbing a pistol and firing several shots at the opposite side of the chest, and you could see that the chest of the devil soldier was partially dented. But this devil did not give up, he grabbed our officer, grabbed the grenade and reported the officer tightly.

The officer panicked and manipulated the ghost soldiers who were on the verge of death, but they couldn't succeed in any way. With the smoke and explosion, the two were crushed at the same time, and the flesh and blood were entangled, and they couldn't tell each other apart.

The battle has entered a white-hot state, and the warriors on both sides are red-eyed.

Now that I understood the current situation, I no longer expected someone to answer here, compared to the fact that even the commander himself was drawn into the battle.

The key to solving the stalemate here is not to fill it in, and that kind of refueling tactic is meaningless. There must be a force that maintains formation and striking force to deal a heavy blow to one of the sides.