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Super Will didn't come close to Europa after all. In fact, based on reconnaissance, it was concluded that the Biochemical Fleet had a detachment, one that was outside most of the bodies of the Jupiter system, and although they entered the entire system, they were always cruising around the edges.

"This must be where that super will is."

Wei Leili said categorically, with my understanding of him, I am not very sure, he will not behave so decisively.

"What evidence do you have? Maybe it was just a vigilance force, just for precaution...... Like Mrs. Wall's raid. ”

Maxim's role is to contradict Verelli, and this is the task I have given him at the decision-making level, not really to stumble over Verelli, but to liven up the atmosphere, stimulate thinking, and most importantly refine Verrell's plan. Ever since I became a commander, I have been overwhelmed by the burden of a single person shouldering the entire detachment, and I am very much in favor of reducing the burden of decision-making in this way, after all, except for discussing such seemingly harmonious rituals, arguments, and quarrels that have no practical effect can really express one's opinion.

Because he was staying in the canteen of the former rebel headquarters. The long table was full of military fast food, the atmosphere was not serious, and some low-ranking non-commissioned officers and non-commissioned officers could hear our conversation. This man felt more like an informal dinner party than a serious military meeting about the fate of the detachment.

"My evidence is the pattern of operations of the Biochemical Fleet, the consistent style, or pattern that the Biochemical Fleet has shown in the course of previous engagements. Their main tactical means is to use brave, high-speed interspersing as their main tactical means, and with their strong armor to resist attacks, they know that they can engage in broadside battles, compared to their weak long-range attack capabilities, the Branders are complete melee maniacs, and once the battle turns into infantry against the Asians, the outcome is basically doomed. You can think about it, what is an opponent who uses close combat as an extreme advantage and always tries to close the distance with you on the battlefield to suddenly put a large fleet away from the front line of the battlefield? Sentinels don't need as many combat units, and the reserves are too far from the real battlefield. There is only one ...... to the conclusion"

In the face of Verelli's aggressive momentum, Maxim did not adopt a head-to-head strategy, he raised the coffee glass in his hand and toasted it as a wine glass, as a sign of admitting defeat.

"Let's rush over and kill that Shrauzi Super Will, and then ......"

A Marine Major slammed his plate on the table, intending to continue cursing his opponent far away in space.

"Nothing more, if you are sent to the Super Will, no matter how many troops are sent to it, you will be burned out by it in an instant, and you will become a corpse that wanders too heavy to be in the same place, maybe it will take billions of years before you can return to the same place. I mean, if Europa still existed at that time. ”

"I can't do it, it has such a big ability, if it's really like you said, the unlucky super will should come here in person, as long as it poofs, won't the world be too peaceful?"

The major assumed disbelief. He was already a big man and three thick men, and with his strong muscles and hard as iron expression, I could probably guess that he must have thought that with his personal willpower, he was enough to resist the so-called spiritual attack.

"It's not a matter of willpower, even if your willpower is too strong, the brain nerve circuits, neurons can't handle the amount of information that exceeds the sum of the thinking density of 100 million people every second, and in this massive amount of information, your brain cells will be drowned. The process is simple and straightforward, and this is not an enemy that can be dealt with by willpower. ”

My interjection silenced the scene, and I realized that I had said something superfluous. Now it was pointless to tell the warriors how strong the enemy was, and how invincible it was, and sighed again for his immaturity, and was about to say something encouraging, when Verelli interjected.

"As long as we stay here, or stay near large celestial bodies, Super Will won't dare to come over. General Randolph's point of view is that large celestial bodies, whose internal structures are much more complex than ordinary living beings, are also alive in a broad sense. If the super will wants to use the spiritual shock to deal with us on the surface of the planet, we have to consider the influence of large celestial bodies. Although the exact reason is unknown, the technical department is sure that the bodyguard has hit me, and it will not come close. ”

The atmosphere around them eased a little, perhaps knowing that the enemy's biggest killer weapon could not be used, the officers and soldiers once again focused on the food in front of them, and the timely change of topics by Harding and the others also made the atmosphere around the top brass more and more enthusiastic.

The pre-war break was three hours, which was nothing more than a break between intense exercise for everyone, and it was not relaxing at all.

When I left the table, there were less than 20 minutes left, and I wanted to leave Teresa with a few words, but I imagined that the little girl was tearful as she looked at my message, and I couldn't bear it for a while, and finally I couldn't send half of the message.

As the sirens sounded, the offensive and defensive battle of Ganymede officially began. According to the plan of the command, this will become the main battlefield, and aren't the people of Brande good at close combat? We're going to fight them in close quarters, and the headquarters will use the tried and tested street battles of the past wars to hold back the cyborgs, waiting for reinforcements from a mechanical civilization that may never come.

I arrived at the makeshift headquarters in full gear. As a combat commander, charging ahead has always been something I'm proud of, and I don't want to break the rules when this may be the last battle.

Seeing that outside the headquarters, several soldiers who were as well equipped as possible and applied for sturdy soldiers were reorganizing the soldiers under them, I stood by and watched for a while, without bothering them. These special soldiers are our solar system's own first-generation Brain Domain Chip Warriors, and they have similar abilities to me, but they are not as exaggerated, and the chips will malfunction from time to time.

Previous battles have proven the power of the Brain Domain Chip and the powerful potential of the Transforming Warrior, and not to mention myself, the other Marine units under the command of the Transforming Warrior have achieved good results. Even the unfortunate small units that were routed by the killing of the reformed warriors have mostly completed their mission. It can be said that with just one campaign, the reformed warriors have already established themselves in the Wehrmacht.

According to Wei Leili, all land units have begun to be equipped with transformed soldiers, and generally these veterans who have been strengthened by brain domain chips and re-entered the ranks will become the top units of various tactical units, and are endowed with the expectation of turning the tide in times of crisis.

My unit is the place where the reformed soldiers are most concentrated, and looking at the troops they have trained, they are all highly motivated and disciplined, compared to the decadence of other brother troops, they can be described as real elite. I didn't feel much joy, their success came too late, if the reformed soldiers can be popularized in large numbers to the front-line troops, it is really hard to say how the situation will change, as for now, unless it is super will, it is estimated that no one can save the whole situation.

Leaving the reformed soldiers and entering the headquarters, my steps couldn't help but become heavier.

The Branders did not use communication jamming, and the troops were still able to enjoy the convenience of technology, but it was this convenience of technology that gave us the heaviest blow to our morale.

No matter who you are, no matter how experienced you are, you will not be indifferent when you see countless subhumans landing on Ganymede through various methods.

The determination of the enemy is already obvious, and they will speak with a crushing of strength.

......

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In the heart-rending screams, a soldier was torn in half with half of his body, but the subman was also seriously injured, and the blood gushed out from the wound in the neck, and soon the subman was torn apart by the line of fire from all directions, leaving the seriously injured and dying warrior convulsed on the ground.

I sighed and stepped forward, giving the young warrior a halt. A shot in the hearts of the people ended his pain and made the hearts of the people even heavier.

The tactics of the Branders are that there is no tactic, and they try to drown us with an overwhelming sea of subhumans. In the face of such outrageous monsters whose morale is always high and their bodies are strong, a well-designed encirclement, although useful, will always have a few hapless soldiers to bury the dying sub-people. As time went on, the casualties of the troops increased further, and many of the preset encirclements, especially those that required a large encirclement to show results, could not be used.

The casualties of the fighting sub-people are undoubtedly enormous, and our own casualties cannot be ignored. But their losses can be filled by more subhumans in an instant. And if we don't fall a single one, we will leave a gap that can never be filled.

The subhumans generally act together with 3 to 5 people, and when they encounter a strong attack, they also command to send about 10 people to besiege them. I judged that this time it should be the troops who have been attacking the fortifications, so that the soldiers who are ready to come up to clean up the battlefield continue to ambush, and just as I straightened my waist again, the follow-up subhumans still rushed into the main entrance of the rebel base. It's an open field, and behind the main entrance are rows of buildings, making it a great place to set up an ambush. Our ambush here can be described as a street battle within a street fight. The Asians are not stupid, they must be able to see the danger here, and it is only natural to send troops to attack the fortifications.

The new subhumans did not rush forward as the previous three did in a hurry, and when they saw me standing alone by the corpses of their companions and looking at them, they did not roar and come over fully, but dispersed, thinking that the complex behind me would burst into the past. I noticed that about 5 hundred meters or so behind them, a new tall voice was emerging.

"This is an experienced subhuman commando team, everyone attacks according to the established tactics, and I will solve the middle one myself."

While the order was given, the subhuman in the middle and I still began to exchange a lot of money, and he had what should be a plasma gun in his hand, and he did not rush to fire. We show along the undulations of the terrain, finding coins in the open field through not short movements, trying to gain a temporary advantage.

I realized that this was a difficult guy, and there was a distinction between veterans and recruits among the subhumans, and there were even battlefield heroes. Since the start of the war, it is an indisputable fact that the quality of this group of combat sub-people is much higher than that of some time ago, and I heard from the brother troops that the heroic unit among the sub-people can take over a battalion of ordinary soldiers. A huge part of the lost strongholds are due to their presence.

I haven't seen a hero unit with heavy enemies, so I'm curious about their abilities. There is no feeling of fear in my heart, because there is no place for fear on the battlefield. I'm just hoping that I'll win, or the warriors around me will suffer.

"Make sure your target is the enemy's battlefield hero, who has killed more than 500 people in two lost strongholds, be careful, retreat if you think you can't beat it, and we will use heavy infantry against it."

Verelli's reminder was still ringing in my ears, but I didn't have a chance to retreat, and I didn't think the heavy infantry could handle this guy. Judging from the delay in the first round of attacks, and the constant change of positions between the two of us, and the fact that neither side fired a shot, it can be seen that the opponent is not reckless, or does not launch, and once the offensive is launched, and does not have the advantage, he is likely to be killed by one blow. I observed the situation around me and quickly figured out how to deal with it.

Compared to the subhuman, my reflex nerves are not worth mentioning at all, and apart from the mechanical limbs, my biggest advantage is that my brain perception can get the focus of my opponent's attack a few seconds earlier. The opponent is a veteran, an elite, and the time left for me will be drastically reduced, maybe less than a tenth of a second, or even a hundredth of a second, or less.

Gunshots and howls could be heard all around.

The sound of flesh being torn apart, and the peculiar sound of blood spurting out. I'd love to go back and see what kind of damage the other two subhumans had, but will the enemy in front of me give me a chance?

Just as my spirit wavered, I immediately sensed the consciousness of an attack that was several times more dangerous than before.

The heart said badly, hurriedly opened the arm shield, and staggered.

The disturbance of the air flow is generally used by the knife to guard the back. Nearly torn apart by the claws, I was able to snatch the fatal blow of the heroic subhuman. Subconsciously, I wanted to distance myself from him, but I just jumped backwards when the feeling of danger hit me again. Raise your arm shield to cover the vital parts of your body, and a burning and sticky sensation hits. As far as the eye could see, it was a clear blue, and the murmur of electricity was almost deafening.

Plasma cannon, damn it, it's really fast.

While the arm shield was still gone, I quickly threw myself on the ground, and rolled rapidly with the protective range of the arm shield as the axis. The lethality of the plasma is continuous, just like the wet suit wrapped around the body, it must use the shock and the impact of external force before the deadly plasma breaks through the defense of the combat suit, so that the plasma is consumed, once the plasma touches the skin and blood, it will be like an ancient white phosphorus bomb, until it burns the person to death.

On the second lap of the roll, the sub-man's attack was once again dodged by me with a fraction of a millimeter of maneuvering.

In the perception of the brain domain, the hero subhuman incarnated into a big question mark, and he must not have thought that there would be a human being able to capture so many killing moves in a row.

Standing up, this time the airbrush in my hand began to glow. The subhuman unhurriedly pulled out what looked like a leather shield. The lone warhead burned countless small craters in it, and the subhuman took a step back to neutralize my attack.

And my second blow was thrown out with lightning speed, and it was a shock class capable of paralyzing an elephant.

As I watched in disappointment, the sub-man turned sideways past the grenade, and a new round of attack and defense ensued between us. For mobile phone users, please browse M. Reading for a better reading experience.