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After arranging the three squads, Graves sat back in his place, squinting at the second company on the other side, and their company commander, Galen.

"Now when are the troops ready for battle, Captain Lucian."

"Company commander, now the fleet is bombing the world of Cape De, and a large number of fighters and bombers are dropped into it, going to destroy the parking fields and planes on the surface of the Orcs, preparing to fight for air supremacy and prepare for the next battle."

Lucian, who was sitting next to the company commander, replied solemnly.

"And at present, we still need to wait for the information of the 10th Company, they have not yet completed the reconnaissance of the battle situation of the Golden Ruins, the pillboxes of the Orcs, the coordinates of the defensive batteries, and the location of the hoarded troops and the possible direction of counterattack, we have not yet figured it out."

"How long will it take?"

"I just passed by the communications room, and the communications officer inside estimated that it would take at least a few hours."

"Company Commander Severs is really grinding......"

Graves muttered, but Lucian didn't hear him.

"Captain Lucian, you take your brothers to the logistics warehouse to get some more hot melt bombs and cluster bombs. I have a hunch that this battle will not be easy to fight. ”

"Yes, company commander!"

Lucian nodded, then turned around and left with a few Space Marines.

In the corner of the landing module, three ironclad dreadnoughts were crouching in the corner, several mechanical non-commissioned officers and a dozen mechanical slaves were circling around them, countless electric sparks blooming on them.

"Elder Clifford, are you feeling unwell?"

A dreadnought armed with a dreadnought plasma cannon and dreadnought power claws stood up, its massive body whipping up a gust of wind, and a dim shadow loomed over a mechanical non-commissioned officer standing in front of him with his head up.

Clifford Dreadnought shook his arm, and in the midst of a low roar, after moving the hydraulics and the arm, a dull mechanical sound rang out from the dreadnought.

"I feel good, there is no pain in my body, and there are no glitches and unsmoothness in the body's function."

"Elder, that's the metal pod made for you by the arsenal, it's a secret of the Warband of the Warband, it's ......"

The mechanical sergeant's reminder was interrupted by Clifford's dreadnought, who waved his power claws, the low-roaring power field slicing through the air, leaving a scent of ozone.

"I know, it's a secret of the Warband, and I won't let outsiders know. I'm not talking about a metal womb, though, but what is this thing on top of my head? ”

The power claw of the dreadnought was raised, and he lightly tapped the top of his head, wanting to touch a heavy machine gun mounted on it, but unfortunately although the mechanical arm of the ironclad dreadnought was also very flexible, it was not as good as the human-like mechanical arm of the dreadnought, and the thick hydraulic manipulator was lifted with difficulty, but it could not reach an angle of one hundred and eighty degrees at all.

Clifford Dreadnought tried it before he had to give up on it.

"Elder Clifford, this is the latest self-defense turret in the arsenal."

The mechanical non-commissioned officer looked at the explosive heavy machine gun with a complex hydraulic aiming mechanism, and swept it with the scanner again, and the hoarse and muffled mechanical sound sounded.

"This is the masterpiece of Master Heimerdinger, which can automatically judge and shoot at the nearest and most dangerous target in the vicinity."

"Isn't it in my control?"

"Yes, Elder Clifford, the new icon at the bottom left of your view is the interface for controlling the automatic turret, but I recommend Elder Clifford that you still ignore this thing in normal times, after all, this automatic turret is still in the experimental stage, the neural control is not sensitive, and there is some delay, you can give the order to let it shoot at a target that has no friendly signals."

"This thing doesn't sound very reliable!"

"Indeed, this thing is not denied by Master Heimerdinger."

The mechanical non-commissioned officer motioned for Elder Clifford to crouch down and inspect the automatic turret once more with his outstretched mechanical arm.

"But now that the battle is imminent, Master Heimerdinger has no time to improve, and this thing needs to go to the battlefield to get data before it can continue to improve. By the way, I've heard that the automatic mode of this thing is that in addition to the Warband troops, other unknown objects will cause the automatic battery to fire if they are close to you, so if you enter difficult terrain or when an Watchman Warband ally is close to you, remember to turn on the semi-automatic mode.

The Auto Turret is safer in this mode, as it will shoot at the red target marked by the Elder, and will not be ignored unless someone else is attacking. ”

"Well, is the automatic turret the only one I have installed?"

"No, except for you, the elder, all the other elders will install automatic turrets, but the types are different, and some are laser heavy machine guns."

Clifford Dreadnought ignored the mechanical non-commissioned officer's inspection, instead crouched there honestly, chatting with the other dreadnought brothers over the communicator.

In fact, the dreadnoughts of the other warbands are not as good at talking as the Clifford elders of the Warmen, because the pain of the metal womb makes those dreadnoughts suffer all the time, so their tempers are very irritable, and when they are awakened from their slumber, because of the painful torture and irritability, they often reach out and pinch the mechanical slaves around the mechanical non-commissioned officer who awakens them, if the dreadnought is still in a rage, and the mechanical non-commissioned officer's luck happens to be a little not good, Dreadnoughts often reward mechanical non-commissioned officers with a punch, severely injuring him or even dying, but there are too few such lists, only old dreadnoughts can happen like this, and the space marines who have just entered the dreadnoughts can still suppress their anger and not vent it on their brothers.

The metal womb of the Dreadnoughts of the Warbread Warband did not have this technical flaw, so the combat veterans did not feel pain when they were in it, and they did not have the grumpy problems that are common to those Dreadnoughts.

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While the Warden Warband was preparing for the battle, a ball was being held on a planet in the Auburn system.

Gorgeous Gothic tassels hang from the ceiling of the hall, and porcelain-white stone pillars and walls are carved with delicate roses and images of men and women in love.

Nobles dressed in gothic formal attire were graceful, holding beautiful female companions to whisper and talk in their small circles, while waiters in tuxedos carried wine glasses full of fine wine and white towels to serve their guests.

Beautiful music wafted through the ballroom, soundtrack, applause and praise for the dancing guests in the center.

And in a corner, several gorgeously dressed people formed a circle, talking and laughing, as if they were exchanging some interesting things, if someone with insight was nearby, he would definitely be surprised to find that the people in this circle were either the son of the governor of a certain galaxy, or the boss of an underground gang in a hive city, or the patriarch of a merchant ronin family.

All in all, although the people in this small circle are not the most powerful people in the Auburn system, they are its spokesmen, and the rest of the people are either bigwigs who have the power and financial resources, or traders who are amazingly connected and can mobilize a lot of materials and transportation capacity.

When these people come together, they can already affect the life and death of a certain world in the Auburn system, and what they are plotting now is indeed related to a certain world.

And the people around them are also secretly watching, they envy the people in this circle, want to join in, but they are not qualified, and they don't even dare to approach, for fear of accidentally learning what they are talking about, and thus offending them.