The sound of firefighting could be heard from multiple directions, indicating that the guerrilla groups were harassing them. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAs for the effect, even I, the planner, don't have much confidence.

As long as the devils hold one place and do exactly what they do, their losses are not intolerable, and if they are lucky, they can even deal a fatal blow to the guerrillas.

With the meticulous tactical arrangement and step-by-step attack strategy shown by the devils today, the role that guerrilla tactics can play will be extremely limited.

I was ready to muster the scattered guerrilla forces and deal a severe blow to the devils from the rear if the situation was to be extremely bad.

Even if you're doing it according to the standard, with an attack force of more than 500 people, you won't ignore it.

"Sir, look at this."

The communications corps came to me and called up the spectrum survey around me.

What I saw was a snowflake.

Damn the devils, they actually use broad-spectrum jamming in their own ships, aren't they afraid of accidentally injuring the sensitive electronic equipment in the ship?

Even so, I know that the Devil Commander is right. Now the devil has completely lost control of the Titan ship, and the exact battleship is no longer theirs, so who cares if it will hurt sensitive equipment.

I was a little stunned when I looked at the snowflakes on the screen, and I came back to my senses only when I was reminded by the communications soldiers.

What to do next? If it is not right to recall all the guerrillas in time, it will not be able to pose an effective threat to the large army of devils, and as a result, I will shoot myself in the foot with this move of breaking it into pieces.

While I was wondering how to clean up this mess and whether I really wanted to blow up the Titan to prevent it from falling into the hands of the Devils again, the Devils launched an attack on the defenders of Area 16 at a different speed than before.

The commander of the devil must be a person who can really fight. The march was organized and orderly. Once an attack is launched, it will give people a lightning speed. I found that I didn't even have a chance to make amends, so I contacted several nearby guerrillas to make up for it. What we see in front of us is the already fallen Area 16. A battalion of light infantry, stationed in a dangerous place, could not hold it for even two hours.

After the Devils occupy Area 16, we no longer pose a threat to the logistical supply of their troops, and the intelligence from the Jupiter fleet shows that more and more personnel and equipment are being transported to the Titans.

I've also received multiple orders from the fleet and Mars, asking me not to let the Titan fall back into the hands of the devils under any circumstances, and blasting the power room is the best way to do it once and for all.

I'm hesitating, if I wanted to blast the Titan Ship a long time ago, it was because in the fleet war, the strength of our solar system side was too weak, and the brothers fought bloodily before, isn't it just for the fleet to get a super capital ship and improve its strength as soon as possible.

"So what can you do? If we can't hold the Titans, our main fleet will have to face their Titans, and you haven't seen the kind of superweapon that can destroy the cruiser with one blow, do you want our main fleet to bleed? ”

I was speechless when confronted by Colonel Galen in his correspondence.

"Good! The boarding force is ready to blast the Titan's power room. ”

Extremely reluctant to take on the demolition mission. I specially dispatched a large number of liaison troops to inform the scattered guerrilla groups to retreat through the auxiliary passage and deploy near the power room. The defenders of the power room had already begun to prepare for the blast.

The size of the super capital ship is too large, and it is not easy to blast its power room. For the blasting of 8 huge fusion engines, it is absolutely not enough to rely on ordinary sapper charges. Even if the Jupiter fleet ventured to the original planetary bomb, it would not necessarily be able to completely destroy even the engines of a giant ship.

What the fleet means is that let's remove the main armor plate of the ship, and then the fleet will send a starship to break through and directly attack the engine itself, so that even if we can't completely destroy the 8 engines, at least we can paralyze this giant ship for a long time.

The Martian plan is to send a large number of sappers to completely destroy the engine itself by means of directional blasting for mining, and if you can take the opportunity to destroy the second half of the entire giant ship, it is equivalent to destroying the entire Titan ship, and if you don't believe it, just destroying the engine is enough to paralyze it in a few months.

Compared to these two options, I actually have a better way.

Due to the strong perception of the brain domain, as well as the ability to invade the electronic system of the other. I could have hacked into the bridge of the Titan, which I hadn't occupied until now, and used the overload to make the main engine blow itself up. This would completely wipe out the Titan, making its threat a thing of the past. However, this approach has its limitations. In case the devil knows my ability, cut off the connection between the main engine and the bridge command system in advance. We will lose the last chance to take control of this Titan. At that time, the main fleet may again face the threat of superweapons.

Although 10,000 are unwilling, but when the devils attack the outer defense line, they are all about to collapse at the touch of a button, I can only admit that it is impossible to defend against the attacks of the devils.

When I informed the fleet and the Martian side of my plan, I was told that all three plans were implemented together, and that the threat of the Titan was to disappear forever.

While the front-line defense troops were struggling to support, the sappers sent by the Martian side were busy, removing the armor plates in the critical areas of the main engine armor to facilitate the starship attack, and at the same time installing the directional blasting charge in the critical areas of the engine.

I really want to go to the front line in person and do it with the devil. However, I am the only one who can do anything about invading the main control system of the Titan. While the others were busy, I was alone in the web, approaching the ship's main control system in the most discreet way I knew.

The Titan's electronic walls are unlike any of the systems I've seen, and Lady Wall's Defensive Hub isn't any harder to crack than the ones here. Countless logical traps and offensive firewalls. Even my brain perception could not be unbridled, and my intrusion became difficult step by step.

I really admire the high-level and the admirals of the fleet, who did not pin all their hopes on my brain perception, which can be described as extremely prescient.

The devils used tanks or heavy tanks in front, and the pure armored group tactics of high-speed mobility of heavy infantry fully grasped the weakness of our troops, and the lack of heavy firepower and our lack of experience.

In less than 1 hour, their attacking forces had captured most of the rear of the Titan. At this time, neither the directional blasting, nor the removal of the outer armor, nor even the invasion of my system had reached the completion stage.

When Staff Officer Lin rushed into the headquarters sweating profusely and told me that the outside could no longer be defended, and that only one power room was left in our position, I sat down on the command chair as if my strength had been drained.

Could it be that after so many battles, I am going to become a sinner in the solar system because of this mistake?

If you knew that you would have started blasting, it might have been too late.

My hand accidentally touched the handle of the talisman pistol, and I was struck by a wit.

I now finally understand why, in the early days of the defensive war, I could often hear the news that General XX committed suicide in defeat and that Marshal XX sank with the ship with hatred.

The sound of the firefight was getting closer and closer, and the devil had already reached the door of the power room, and it was too late to do anything more.

I pulled out my pistol and looked at the black, shiny body of the gun in a daze.