The shouts of the fighters came and went, and there was a solemn atmosphere in the temporary assembly point. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoOur detachment has been expanded, and in addition to the original five people, another 15 special combat personnel have been mobilized to form two special tactical squads to carry out operations.

During the pre-war mobilization, I was pleasantly surprised by the fact that I was officially promoted from captain to major, which can be described as officially entering the ranks of mid-level officers on Mars.

In the description of the battle record, it is shown that it was because I actively participated in the war and was wounded many times, and the only reason I know is the credit for blocking the mechanical fleet.

As a result, I became the deputy captain of the detachment, responsible for commanding one of the two tactical squads.

Broadcast: "Attention of all Marine Units, personnel boarding operations will be caused within 3,000 seconds from now. The tactical display indicates the deadline for boarding. ”

Recruit: "Hey, are you ready?" How I feel a little nervous. ”

Veteran: "Relax kid, be nervous now, your little heart will jump out of your throat by then." ”

We've got a unified enhanced exoskeleton that's suitable for walking in space or fighting in low gravity.

The lieutenant colonel waved his hand and motioned for the whole team to pull out.

"Phew!" The sound of the sound showed the high morale of our detachment.

I was a little unimpressed, for before the start of all battles, the warriors looked forward to victory and glory, and at the end of the battle, everyone only wanted to live.

Our detachment belonged to the first batch of units waiting for boats.

The Space Warfare Assault Boat is actually a starship engine with a cargo compartment.

The shaft is no more than 150 meters long, which is almost the smallest size of a starship, and even smaller than the devil gunboat that has been in contact with it a few times.

However, the assault boat gives people a lot of impression. The heavy armor wrapped around its body makes it look a bit powerful and domineering.

What I learned was that the assault boats were jokingly referred to by the fighters as floating coffins. It seems that the heavy and safe protection, placed within the range of the enemy's main ship's secondary guns and even the main guns, is actually just a little more psychological comfort, and the results of being directly hit are basically the goods of a cannon.

The soldiers had no seats in the assault boats, and all of them were hung on shelves like animals to be disposed of in the slaughterhouse. In fact, in my opinion, it is more about how to load more people and goods.

It's not a comfortable experience to get into a raid boat and be hoisted around like a dead thing.

With a beep, the lights in the cabin turned from white to orange.

Lieutenant Colonel: "Brothers, everyone is an old man on the battlefield, don't need me to say anything, remember not to be greedy, the mission goal is the first priority, and if you encounter anything, we can all see you on the 'other side'!" ”

"Phew!"

With the sound of a neat call, the hull shook violently, and the feeling of my feet dangling in the air instantly made me want to vomit.

Anyway, I was the vice-captain, and I couldn't help but drown back the acid water that had reached my throat.

Lyman: "Wow! The infantry fighting in space is exciting to listen to. ”

Wood: "If you don't speak, no one will think you're dumb. ”

Yukishiro: "Hey guy across the street, are you shaking?" Or hide behind your sister for a while. ”

Me: "I don't want to be burned to death by your jetpack, so let's save it!" ”

Everyone: "Hahaha! ”

The laughter before the war always seemed particularly unscrupulous, perhaps the last laugh before the death, and many people had no scruples. While thinking about something unrelated to the mission, I felt the effects of weightlessness, and it seemed that we were out of the battlefield, or closer to the slaughterhouse.

Lieutenant Colonel: "Very well, let's start declassifying the mission briefing, everyone pay attention, don't come and ask me what I'm going to do, be careful to kick your ass." ”

In the laughter, I felt that the lieutenant colonel's pre-war mobilization had also become much more bold. Sitting in his position, he is really multi-talented, he can put and receive, when will I be able to control my emotions as freely as he is?

I didn't listen to the mission briefing, after all, I was a colonel-level officer, and I already knew the tactical arrangements in advance. Due to the intervention of the Jupiter fleet, the offensive and defensive battles of the Eye of Mars have entered a white-hot phase. But the Proxima Centauri devil has been operating in the Eye of Mars for a long time, and our troops can't attack it for a while, and the result is a confrontational situation. The battlefield has been from the eyes of the ground to space, and even in the orbit of the moon of Mars.

The devil fleet also wants to repeat the old trick and use planetary bombardment to kill and damage our army on a large scale. However, this time it was different, and they did not fully grasp the power of the universe. This time, our goal is to coordinate the landing command ship of the devil with the Star Destroyer bombing the ground.

In the early stage, the Jupiter fleet relied on starship raids to disrupt the enemy's action of forming a formation to bomb the area around the Eye of Mars several times, but also suffered heavy losses. The Earth-Space Joint Command believes that only by destroying the enemy's landing command ship can the threat of the Star Destroyer be solved once and for all.

Rather than destroying a heavily armored command ship surrounded by frigates from the outside, attacking from the inside is an effective way to do so. Because the enemy was commanding the Devil Fleet Marine Corps, the enemy landed command ship with a large number of elite marines on the defense, and among the troops that launched the onboard battle, it was necessary for the elite troops to directly penetrate the tactical coordination center of the command ship, so as to confuse the defensive command system within the situation, and the attack on the side of the board could have its due effect.

And our detachment is one of the three elite units that are responsible for the tactical coordination center of the attack command ship.

I understand this battle as the 'iron plate' of the key defense of the hard ramming devils, success is luck, and failure is just the luck investment of the hundreds of people. The operation itself was the most casual part of the entire campaign, because whether we succeeded or not, the fleet still had to stop the Star Destroyer from bombing the Liberation Zone.

But as a consumable part of the luck investment, I don't feel casual at all, and if it fails, each of us will return to Mars alive.

The lieutenant colonel finished his briefing on the mission, and then he turned on the panoramic monitors on the boat, including the ceiling and bulkheads, as well as the floor, which became a transparent screen, and the scene around the assault boat rushed into my eyes.

The sparkling starry sky, the red Mars, and the light and fire of the outside form a messy picture of modernism. I had no intention of appreciating the beauty of light and shadow, because I knew very well in my heart that not a single ray here, every ball of light, had the strength to reimburse the assault boat.

Broadcast: "The boat enters the three-ship formation mode, the target is at a distance of 5 kilometers, and it is ready to attack and board the ship." ”

As the broadcast progressed, two other assault ships of the same model approached us. The blue-white light spots on the rear of the engine, the gray starship shell, and the transparent blue defensive shield make me feel like I'm in a war entertainment drama.

The bright yellow fire flickered, the blinding light almost blinded my eyes, and the scorching spots of light were more dazzling than the sun, and they remained under my eyes for a long time.

"Oh my God, look, they're finished!"

As someone shouted, I barely opened my eyes and saw the friendly assault boat in the direction of my boat disintegrating into countless small parts. The explosion was supposed to have been caused by an overload explosion of its main engine, and now the wreckage that followed us in formation with inertia included human stumps, abandoned infantry weapons, and the skeleton of a raiding boat. Strangely, none of the completed corpses appeared.

The one who died in an instant just now was the elite of the Martian special forces that we acquainted. Perhaps many of them are warriors who have gone through a lot of hardships, or even come out of the corpses of thousands of soldiers. With just one blow from the devil, these elites who survived so hard turned into fragmented corpses, just like their dead companions, and they didn't even have a chance to resist.

Maybe the next moment, I will die inexplicably like them.

The hard-earned tactical skills, the brain domain enhancement that Mrs. Wall feared, etc., are all small skills that are not worth mentioning on this battlefield. Luck would only be a matter of luck for the generals who were high enough in the army to be able to use the fleet to keep them safe.

Broadcast: "Approaching the middle of the enemy's command ship, the difference in the expected boarding area is less than 0.2%, and the permission to attack the ship is issued, and now the countdown is 10 seconds and 9 seconds......"

As the embarkation time approached, I forcibly turned my attention away from the hapless allies and began to check the equipment, leaving the rest to myself once I was out of the assault boat.

The acceleration from the unexpected direction made me feel dizzy, and then the cabin was filled with the howling of air leakage. Flames and debris filled the assault boats.

Broadcast: "Alert, broken hull, failure of axial balance, unreachable target direction." ”

There was chaos in the cabin, screams in the communication loop, and I couldn't tell which was a command, a plea for help, and a meaningless scream.

The impact came again, this time more violently than before. The assault boat disconnected before my eyes. As the bright yellow cross-sectional silhouette of the assault boat quickly moved away, an explosion occurred behind him. In the midst of the violent impact, I was thrown away from the hook that I was holding in, and the light bleached my vision. I was floating freely in space in this half-blind state.