The strong resistance at the breach of contact penetrated deep into the interior of the Bolland flagship, and the resistance became a little weaker. But the so-called weak is relative. In the face of the huge individual gap between the combat subhuman and the ordinary soldier, any carelessness will lead to bloody consequences.

After the result of the annihilation of all the top soldiers one after another, a large number of hoplites mixed with light infantry could only be sent to form a reconnaissance group to complete the sentinel operation during the advance operation.

Seeing the regular scenes of warriors being torn open by sharp claws and their internal organs flowing to the ground, or the corpses of five or six warriors surrounding the remains of a subhuman, I felt a sense of anger and grievances in my heart. This is a complete waste of manpower. In the face of such an enemy, sending light infantry is an extremely irresponsible performance. I soon realized that I was the one I was scolding, because I was the commander-in-chief of the Marine Corps.

Then a clearer mind pulled me back to reality. Many times, in order to maintain the normal advance of the troops, the light infantry, in order to fill the shortage of heavy units, can only make up for these deficiencies with numbers and corpses, and even if I know that I will send them out to die, it is impossible to let them come back. Because no one can fill those vacancies, only people can fill them.

The only thing that made me feel relieved was that because I was charging ahead, there were not many people among the soldiers who scolded me, but the tragic battle scene stimulated the nerves of the later replenishment soldiers, and many people vomited without participating in the battle, and with the increase in the number of vomiting people, the morale of the marines has dropped to a dangerous point.

Several times I wanted to step forward to take on the role of a spearhead, but my subordinates pulled me back. Their reasoning was that if my position was missing, there would be no one to replace me, and that the role of the spearhead would have little impact compared to attacking and hunting the commanding subhumans, and that if I lost the commander, it would be worth the loss.

The battle was progressing extremely slowly in the midst of the fierceness, and the outskirts continued to receive information that the other ships of the Brands were desperately approaching the area. This strengthened the command's confidence that this was the flagship of the Branders.

In his correspondence, he told me that the command had asked me to take the enemy's flagship, and that I should not worry about time or the outside, and that the goal was to paralyze the entire chain of command of the Branders.

I understand what the price of the fleet will have to pay behind such a message. Without the support of the Marine Corps, they will independently resist the onslaught of bio-chemical warships. It is already conceivable that once these sturdy and non-explosive 'live' battleships get close to their targets, it is possible to wipe out the entire battleship with just 10 submen. The pressure on the fleet is so great.

I couldn't help but lift my spirits for this. Since my comrades-in-arms have made such great sacrifices, this battle cannot be careless, and I decided to repay the expectations of my comrades-in-arms with actions.

The battle lasted 25 hours, about a full day of fighting, and it took about 10 hours for us to break through the enemy's flagship. I was able to locate a major intra-ship neural circuit, and the bioelectric signal inside the circuit was traced to a dense range of model transmissions located in the hull round-up.

It turned out that the Brandites had put the command center there.

I immediately ordered my troops to stop the advance and personally led the heavy infantry to clear the front line.

Regardless of being attacked by the Asians several times, I don't count how many times I escaped death. After a bloody battle, scarred myself, we finally approached the command center of the enemy ship. I don't know if I can call this a bridge, but if you kill it, the resistance inside the ship will collapse, I'm pretty sure of that.

You can't send ordinary soldiers to rush forward, that's all an act of sending people to death. But there are no more selected special forces, and letting the heavy infantry enter will not be more able to carry it than ordinary soldiers. I've seen Wood's devastation after being hit by a psychic shock, and I know that external armor alone can't defend against psychic attacks.

"With automatic machinery, you can use wire control if necessary, and you must prepare enough assault troops, and as for the command, I will carry out it on the spot."

Having rejected the suggestion of my subordinates to take my place, this time I was very resolute and attacked the command center of the Brand's flagship, even if it cost me my life.

With the arrival of a large number of unmanned equipment, the assault was launched under my command. In addition to the initial blockade of about 10 strong submen, the mechanical soldiers and remote control equipment suffered a lot of losses, excluding resistance to my assault on the command module, what I saw was an ovoid thing surrounded by a huge neural tube on all sides.

It's strange that the signal fluctuations coming from here are comparable to the information I detected in Kiana and the others. Immediately, unbelievable speculation formed in my mind and surfaced in my subconscious.

Although I couldn't believe it, and I didn't want to believe it, I raised my sword and began to destroy the shell of the ovoid object.

Although there was a constant mental shock and intense anger from within, my colleagues also felt the presence of fear and confusion.

Just as the sword finally broke through the shell of the egg, a stream of clear water flowed out, and in the dim light, I saw one of the women looking at me with fearful eyes.

She was so much like Kiana.

......

......

The dispersal of Brand's fleet was already 5 hours ago.

It's unimaginable. The great armada of the Branders was neither broken nor destroyed, but scattered as if it had never existed. No matter how the fleet attacked, they no longer resisted, but simply broke into pieces along some established route until they could no longer finally reach them.

The battle was won, and the battle could barely be considered a victory. But what about the whole war? Is the solar system safe? Or have we only defeated part of the enemy, and a large number of the enemy's main fleet is on the way to attack?

My question is unanswered. So I had to go back to the Kings and rest. In the past six months, the Wanwang seems to have become my home. For me, who has never had the concept of home, it is not easy to be so dependent on a place and have a sense of identity.

As I walked down the hallway to my dormitory, I pondered the unanswered questions, knowing that a figure flickered in front of me.

I subconsciously stepped back, drew my gun, and concentrated my perception on the threats around me. This action was done in one go, which surprised the people in front of him.

"Ping, you're really alert, no wonder it's so big."

In a crisp and tall voice, the woman standing in front of me, her white hair tied up in a ball behind her head, blue eyes, long eyelashes, and a well-proportioned and bumpy figure. Coupled with that amiable demeanor, who would it be if it wasn't Kiana.

He cleared his throat and stood up as if nothing had happened. To be honest, it was a shame for me to stand in front of me and realize that it was a shame for me as a land warfare major. Deliberately not to look at Kiana's face.

"Ahem, hello, is there something wrong with me?"

I heard the chuckle, not the mocking kind, and I was finally relieved.

"Ping, I'd like to talk to you."

"Oh, it's nice to have beautiful women talk to me, but I'm really tired now, can't I talk about it when I wake up?"

It's not that I mean to tease her, but I'm too sleepy now, and after continuous battles and insisting on watching the deployment of the fleet on the bridge, I just want to sleep now, and any information, war, dignity, etc., can be considered later.

"I think there are some things that I have to tell you as soon as possible."

The beautiful woman frowned slightly, and there was another kind of pity in it, and I couldn't bear to interrupt her.

"In fact, my sisters and I have a strong sense of bad luck."

"What? That's it? ”

The result of giving up the time to sleep and rest, and waiting patiently, turned out to be an ethereal premonition, which made me feel angry. But on the other hand, Kiana doesn't seem to be making trouble, and the starship cores are indeed different from ordinary people, their perception ability is comparable to mine, and their hunch should also be taken seriously.

Thinking about it, my thoughts couldn't help but spread.

"Does it have anything to do with the Brande woman you just caught?"

"Well, how to put it, in the woman of Brand, we will feel the same way, only not so strongly."

"Oh! Same feeling, you mean ......"

"There's a more powerful fleet of Billand nearby, because the feeling of a strong crisis is much stronger than the one you caught."

Kiana's words made my casualness disappear all at once.