For the first time, the slow and inefficient city took on a rapid scene under the threat of insects, with the commanders mobilizing their soldiers to reload their weapons and ammunition. Load the siege tanks and various vehicles in the base, and apply grease to the various parts.

The soldiers had a vague sense that something was wrong, but they couldn't feel anything wrong.

Tanks loaded with ammo are a great weapon for holding their ground, and the Siege Tank Turret can project shells into places far out of reach of the Tank Turret in Mobile mode, and can swap out different shells as needed for attack or defense - armor-piercing shells that can pierce through vehicles, or high-explosive shells against Marines or large-scale small Insect units, or implosion shells against Marines hiding in bunkers such as forts.

It stands to reason that the airdrop bag of the alien worm is flying all over the sky, and when one or two airdrop bag fragments that are detonated by the missile tower in the air are smacked into the base from time to time, the ammunition bay of the siege tank should be filled with high-explosive shells and armor-piercing shells exclusive to the alien insects, but - what the hell is this fully loaded implosion bomb and armor-piercing shell!

And the last thing is that the fortress, which has not been maintained at any time since it was built, has not been repaired as it should under the current situation of the great enemy.

The entire job of the SCV is to work overtime and maintain the vehicle at full speed.

The bad feeling in Yuka's heart became more and more obvious.

As a soldier, he had no right to interfere with his superiors' decisions, but as a Masala, he couldn't watch the insects destroy the planet and do nothing about it. Shouldn't their mission be to protect citizens? Why are they now not holding on to the base that already houses the citizens who are not citizens, but are fully prepared to attack?

The uneasiness and dissatisfaction in his heart intensified, and his chest rose and fell, but his whole body was completely wrapped in battle armor, and he was not noticed by the passers-by.

Soon, Yuka's squad was forced into a tall, but equipped with a small automaton by the commander.

There was only a small amount of light inside the pitch-black transporter, and the "thick barrier" that could only resist electromagnetic rifle fire blocked all the light from the outside, and the indoor lights were very dim, allowing Yuka to see through the mask without the ability to see through the visor on the other side.

The Marine sitting in front of him suddenly lowered his mask, and in an instant a cloud of mist rose, and when the smoke cleared, a face with a cigar in his mouth was revealed. His face was slightly dark, with several inconspicuous scars running across his cheeks, from his chin to the corners of his eyes.

His name is Sully, and he is a veteran who claims to be a veteran of the Battle of the Brood, and he was sent to the Frontier only for committing a few minor things.

This is what Sully veteran says about his past, and although Yuka doesn't believe his words, he treats people really well, so he has a good relationship with him.

Yuka knew that Sully had something to say, so he lowered his mask.

"Hey! Man, I've heard something interesting from the mouth of the little guy with a broken mouth. ”

Fortunately, Sully didn't have a strange hobby of hanging people's appetites, he continued: "You have to be mentally prepared, don't look at the airdrop bags in the outside world, but what we have to deal with next is not an alien insect - but a human!" ”

Against humans? If there's anything on the planet of Masala that is worth the Empire's efforts to deal with, it's Reynolds' Rangers.

Renault's Rangers are famous rebels, and their crimes can be seen every day on UNN News.

No wonder they went on the march, no wonder the fortresses used to hold their positions were not repaired, no wonder the tanks were filled with armor-piercing and implosion shells. It's just that the people in the base who are waiting for the rescue from the Imperial fleet can wait for that moment without the protection of the army?

Yuka's heart was trembling, his hands were cold, and the machine gun he was holding made a grinding sound.

"They can't do that!"

A young man on the side interjected, and he who had put down his mask early and roared at Sully: "Aren't the soldiers of the empire supposed to protect the citizens from attacks, how can they leave the citizens behind to hunt down the so-called ...... in the face of the great enemy?" Traitor? ”

Yuka remembered him and his family was inside the base, which is why he reacted so violently.

"Protecting citizens from the attack of insects can be a second- or third-class merit for the commander, and if it is a ranger who defeats the famous traitor Renault, it will be very different - there will definitely be a medal, even if the people are eaten by the insects, even if they are defeated by the rangers in the battle, they can properly get a second-class merit." Sully said mercilessly, slamming the fact at the Marine and all the people on the transporter in the face.

The transporter fell into a strange depression, and the atmosphere in the room was even more depressing as a Marine slammed the wall as if he were venting.

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"Commander, there's new intelligence, a large number of Imperial Security Forces are heading towards our position."

A metal suitcase in front of him made a metallic female voice, and Renault, who was nervously preparing for the attack of the insects, made a big move, quickly stretched out his hand to open the suitcase, and then pressed a button.

The moment the button was triggered, the round hole in the middle of the suitcase cast a green light in an instant, and they intertwined with each other, tangled with each other, and finally converged into a three-dimensional image in the air.

Her image is a metal robot avatar.

"Briefly, Adjutant."

The lieutenant who gets the commander's approval no longer projects his own avatar, but instead projects strategic images and data.

The first is a condescending top-down view, dotted with red-themed Imperial troops slowly marching slowly on a purple fungus carpet, although Renault can't see the number of dense Imperial troops at a glance, but he believes that the adjutant will do it all for him.

"How many of them are there?"

Renault folded his arms and looked at the projection, feeling a little tingling on his scalp.

"Counting...... The image count is complete. Fifty-two enemy siege tanks, thirty-two transports, twelve Viking fighters, and an unknown number of marines were detected. ”

Well, the enemy is menacing, and Renault looks at the military power he is in now - the backwater base. There were fifteen siege tanks, and the number of anti-aircraft towers was not much, only five or six, but the number of marines was sufficient, more than three hundred.