The syncope caused by the shock did not last long. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info I almost hit the ground and bounced.

The shaped gun slams at the fallen flying subhuman.

With the target's wings broken and his head bursting open, I reluctantly stopped as I ran out of ammo.

There was a vibration all around, I couldn't hear but I could feel it, and as I looked up to face the final moments, Yukiyo and her hoplites appeared in front of me.

The light on the communication loop was flashing, and she was saying something to me, and I couldn't hear it for the time being.

I never found a chance to treat my hearing during the following battles, so I had to order all reports to be reported to me in writing.

The Bolandians are tough and single-minded.

After receiving the support of heavy infantry, at least three more waves of attacks were directed against our positions.

While other positions sent troops to support us, a friendly force preparing to cross the border directly joined the defensive line, giving the once extremely tight position a little respite.

Fifteen hours and 23 minutes after the battle began, the position was met with one of the largest attacks by the Planters. More than 200 Brandeas, including heavily armed, humanoid, flying, and shelling types, appear in the attack sequence. According to the information I have obtained, this should be a general attack on their part.

Lieutenant Colonel Berg sent a briefing that in addition to the three commanding submen, they had discovered that two had arrived closer to the battlefield.

I gave orders for Lieutenant Colonel Berg to intervene in the battle at his own discretion.

The continuous combat has made me physically and mentally overdrawn, and the position only 2 kilometers away from the battlefield can no longer be detected by brain perception. What's more, my body is also interfering with my concentration, and my ears can't hear it, so the surroundings are quiet for me, but it is this inexplicable quiet environment on the battlefield that makes me unable to calm down, repeating my brain domain to perceive my surroundings over and over again, for fear of being attacked by someone. This also caused my brain to never get a chance to rest.

After confirming the attempt of the Asians to fight a decisive battle, I was relieved. Anyway, it's finally coming to an end.

The use of continuous meat worm transport tactics, coupled with concentrated fire from the air and from the rear, turned my front-line position into a sea of fire. We hid in makeshift bunkers, praying that the bunkers would hold up while keeping an eye on the situation outside.

I can't hear sounds, and I can only determine the enemy's movements through brain domain perception.

As soon as the bombardment of the flickering ball of light ended, I noticed that the dense humanoid subhumans wanted to attack the position, and at the same time, there were multiple subhumans transported by meat worms on both flanks to contain them. Attacking in 3 directions at the same time, I realized that the support of friendly forces on the flanks was not a matter of thought. Contact Yushiyo and ask her to set the heavy infantry back a little as an assault force at a critical moment. Our position attracted a tidal wave of sub-populations.

In the group station, the subhumans are still difficult to deal with. Their speed is extremely fast, and their movements are explosive, often when the fighters concentrate their fire in one place, the target is already moving out, and once a point in the line is not taken care of, they turn back to a majority of sub-men concentrated and launched a deadly attack on the weak point.

I can't hear the wails of the soldiers, but I can tell that the statistics of the number of representatives or soldiers in the system data are constantly shortened in a bar, and our vital force is constantly decreasing.

Almost immediately, the various sections of the line entered the most unfavorable phase of hand-to-hand combat. This also fully demonstrates that once the number of subhumans increases, their combat effectiveness is not simply superimposed and can be calculated.

Ten minutes after the battle began, I was already sure that the line would not be able to stand it. But I didn't give up, I know very well that the purpose of the Titan Ship Defense Battle is to buy time, even if I can't stand it, even if I hold on for one more second.

The melancholy in my heart was only a matter of moments, and I gave the order to the hoplites to assault at a single point. Watching the steel figure disappear into the smoke, I finally gave Lieutenant Colonel Berg's sniper squad an order to continue their activities after the line was breached, and continue to harass the rear of the submen.

Looking at the empty temporary headquarters, the staff officers who used to be busy, as well as the logistics soldiers who complained that the clever women had no rice to cook, and the wounded soldiers who were humming in the tents behind, were now gone. Except for the wounded soldiers, who were sent to the rear power room, the others were either already dead on the battlefield or were about to die.

Even I am no exception.

I used to imagine how frustrated I would be and how I would blame myself if I were defeated. But when it really came to this time, the mood was calm. There's no right or wrong, whatever, or anything like that. There are many factors that contribute to failure, and I am not the only one who is responsible, I just feel a little bleak.

After rechecking the state of the armament and the mechanical prosthetics, and making sure everything was in order, I took one last look at the headquarters and sped off on the scorching battlefield.

There was a faint sound in my ears, I don't know if it was self-healing or psychological, but all I heard was a mess.

The battlefield is full of subhuman figures, although my warriors are still resisting, but their efforts can only be regarded as futile, in hand-to-hand combat, even with the help of exoskeletons, the gap between us and these monsters is not half a star.

I could see that some fighters were torn apart alive, and even when they died, they did not forget to continue to shoot at their targets. Some soldiers had their heads crushed, and the headless corpses were in a kneeling position and refused to fall for a long time. More often seen are bloody mud and subhumans staggering in pools of blood. The bravery of the warriors, and the results of the battle, were beyond my expectations, at least the Asians did not win one-sidedly. Although they captured the entire defensive line, they could not really control it. As long as there is one of our warriors, they must stop and deal with the threat around them first.

I was in a state of excitement and wanted to get into that raging state. I don't know if it worked, but my vision was blood-red anyway.

In order to delay as much time as possible, I did not use the method of rushing directly into the crowd to die, but cut through the edge of the chariot and tried to find the lone subhuman.

A subhuman who had just pulled out a warrior's heart and roared in the sky became my first target. The continuous point shooting of the jet pack, almost in the blink of an eye, I have come to his side, the height of the relationship, although he noticed my presence, the first time he turned back but did not see me. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the shaped gun was aimed at his knee and fired continuously.

The sub-man fell down with a wail, and his right leg of the anti-joint lost part of his calf.

I didn't lose my cool at this point. It's really strange to see so many comrades-in-arms lose their lives, I don't have any desire for revenge, I only think about continuing to delay time. This is the first time since becoming an officer, is it true that the so-called ass decides the head, and the platform expands its horizons?

I let go of the Broken Leg Subhuman, who was almost incapacitated, and galloped to the next target.

The other party had noticed my movements and yelled at me and leaped at me.

The physical fitness of the subhumans is simply outrageous. I've noticed that the jetpack is working at full strength, but it just keeps me on par with my opponents. The strength of their flesh is simply unbelievable.

The sub-man was in a better position than me, and he was the first to attack. I didn't dare to hard-connect, but used my perception to miss the focus of his attack and preemptively attack before the burst point of his power. The subhuman's body stumbled and fell. I read the incredulity in his blood-red eyes. He must have been thinking that with my small appearance, I have so much strength to push him there.

Taking advantage of his fall, I activated the jetpack and mounted it on the subhuman, which was quite heavy, and the tendency of his original fall made him open his mouth and howl the moment he landed.

I waited for this moment, and I shoved a grenade into his mouth.

For the first time, I saw a look of fear in the eyes of the subhumans. He tried to spit out the grenade, and I pressed his jaw with my mechanical arm. He kicked my left leg violently, and the inferior prosthetic leg was deformed, but I still didn't let go.

In the muffled thud of the balloon exploding, the subhuman lost his head. Second, I also lost my right hand with a prosthetic leg.

Although I became lame here, lost my right hand, and lost most of my own combat power, it didn't stop me from continuing to fight. Straightening the deformed prosthetic leg again so that it wouldn't be too difficult to stand, I shot the jetpack and threw it at my next opponent.

The steel figure of the heavy infantry appeared in front of my eyes, and the modified enhanced exoskeleton of Yukiyo's overemphasis on attack could be recognized from afar.

Three subhumans were besieging her, and there were no more comrades around her.

I spotted the jetpack and drew a parabola in mid-air and landed next to the warband.

The shaped gun had broken in the fight, and I reached for the grenade with my left hand, and while the subhuman with his back to me was really concentrating on attacking Yukiyo, I pounced on his back and shoved Ray directly into the gap between his chin and neck.

The subhuman turned his head a little inexplicably. I lost and fell.

With a bang, the subhuman, who had lost half of his jaw, shook and fell to the ground.

The fate of my companion caught the attention of the other two subhumans, who let go of Yukiyo and turned to my side. I threw a flash mine, which had been prepared for a long time, and threw an anti-tank mine here when everything around me turned white.

Since my opponent was physical, I rolled into the trench next to me and detonated the top mine.

I saw the orange sword of light falling from the sky, and I didn't know if I had killed my opponent.

I jumped out of the trench again, one subhuman had only his legs left, his entire body was gone, and the other subhuman stared blankly at me. I looked more closely and saw a heavy infantry coming out of the chest with a fight. Yukiyo took the opportunity to turn out this subhuman.

I dragged my broken body towards Yukiyo and wanted to ask her about the overall situation of the battlefield, but I found her standing there quietly in a half-kneeling position, motionless.

Realizing that something was wrong, I hurriedly ran up.

There was blood dripping from the breach in the cockpit.

I called her name as I found the emergency wrench in the hidden spot and pulled it down.

As the cockpit opened, two blood-colored lumps fell.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could catch a glimpse of what it was. I don't want to believe it, I don't want to believe it, but that's what it is.

Turning around with difficulty, he faced the corpse of the blood generation that had become two knots.

She was covered in blood, only her face was surprisingly clean and pale.

I don't know how I got through these steps. wading through her blood, came to her, her beautiful eyes were wide open, and she had lost her divine light.

She must have been cut off by a claw that reached into the breach. He didn't die at the time, and the pain lasted for a while.

Such a good woman should not be tortured like this.

I leaned down, gently picked up her upper body, and closed her eyes.

Another one is gone.

The people around me always leave one by one, why not me?

A call came from the headphones, and I noticed that I didn't know when my hearing had been restored.

"Is there anyone still alive on the ground? This is Berg, we need to find Lieutenant Colonel Zhao Ping. ”

It turned out to be Berg's contact, and after the loss of a familiar comrade-in-arms, I was comforted to hear another voice.

"This is Zhao Ping, I'm still alive."

Berg: "Great, the commanding subhumans have left their hiding places and are starting to think about you, and I need you to use your sentience to get their attention so that the brothers can do their jobs." ”

Me: "Okay, implement it in 30 seconds, I wish you all success." ”

I didn't ask them what they wanted to do, and the answer was obvious. The opportunity they were waiting for must have already appeared. All I have to do now is cooperate with them.

I don't hope for turning defeat into victory or anything, I just hope to be able to hit these subhumans as hard as possible.

Since they killed my men, Yukiyo has already suffered misfortune, they are my enemies, and I will pull a few cushions even if I die.

Taking a deep breath and waiting for the countdown to reach 30 seconds, my Venerable Master sent out a brain domain probe. It's not a covert kind of reconnaissance, but it's a grandiose look, as if shouting in front of the Asians.

Within a radius of a few kilometers, all the subhumans looked in my direction. Whether it's a commanding person or an ordinary subhuman, it's impossible for their mental circuits to ignore the mental impulses I emit.

The bioelectric pulse lasted only two or three seconds. I'm not one of those commanding subhumans who can continuously send high-powered bioelectric signals. That's the limit alone. It was like I was physically exhausted, and I sat down on the ground.

Random I heard, dense sniper rifle body.

I remembered that during the attack on the Martian Child headquarters, the Defense Force used this trick. It seems that this is not a whim of Berg, and the snipers of the Wehrmacht should be familiar with this tactic.

As the gunshots rang out, I felt four extremely strong bioelectric impulses spreading around me. I could feel the inexplicability, fear, hesitation, and unwillingness in the pulse signal. It was a last-minute counterattack from the commanding subhumans.

Hopefully the snipers will be able to dodge.

I tried to call Berg again, but there was no response.

He had said that there were five commanding subhumans, and that one did not emit a strong pulse before dying.

Lieutenant Colonel Berg failed?

On the battlefield, the chaos of the sub-people ended in just a few tens of seconds, and they returned to normal and continued to clean up the remaining fighters.

Sure enough, there is still a commanding type alive, what a pity, we are also considered to have fallen short.

I noticed that five vicious killing intent was targeting me. The massive bodies of the Fighting Subhumans have surrounded them, and with so much damage inflicted on them, they definitely don't want me to be active anymore.