While leaving, Fisher also deliberately cleaned up the information that might expose himself, and dismantled all the processors of those robots, even the magnetic field of the gravity grenade was dismantled into scrap metal and flew over, and Fisher directly screwed off the former's head.

"Sorry, fly here, thank you for your sacrifice!" Fisher cautiously ran out of the hangar with his weapon, and as soon as he opened the door that had lost power due to the explosion, Fisher saw a small hunting robot crawling towards him.

"Holy!" Fisher didn't even think about raising his hand to shoot the killer robot, this thing has a full kilogram of charge, once it explodes, it is not a problem for everyone to die within ten meters, not to mention that its microcomputer will guide the robot to quickly crawl towards the nearest enemy.

"That's going too fast, isn't it?" Fisher reflexively flashed back to the hangar door, then pulled out the EM1 plasma rifle from the subspace and prepared to start welding the door.

You must know that according to the boarding training that Fisher received when he was a fourth-class person, they were just a clean person in a cabin, not like these stunned young men who either blew up or smashed in the battleship, and forcibly opened a straight road. Anyway, there is a small door on the third floor of the hangar, which is used to enter and exit the personnel on duty, of course, the soldiers who are in charge of the duty have been transferred from their posts.

After welding the gate to death, Fisher dropped two directional blasting mines, and then Fisher activated the propulsion device of his combat suit and jumped up the corridor on the third floor.

"Tong!" No sooner had Fisher jumped on than there was a loud bang at the hangar door, the alloy fire door bulging out as if it had been hit by a rhinoceros, and a few loud shouts like fvck came from the cracks.

"Sorry buddy, it's over!"

Picking up the butt of the gun and smashing the decoder on the side, Fisher will pull out the wire to overload the door, the sound of the collision downstairs continues, perhaps tired of hitting the door, the UNSA commando who broke the door replaced it with a thermite bomb, and the sparks quickly burned the entire door to molten iron.

"Friendly troops, don't fire, the enemy is behind!" Fisher had to work hard to open the floodgates that had been locked due to the overload, but before he could breathe, a dozen Martian Marines rushed in the long corridor, and he hurriedly shouted.

The Martian soldier who was about to shoot immediately shouted loudly: "Don't shoot, friendly forces are approaching!" ”

"Sir, are you alright, where is the enemy?" When Fisher rushed through the blockade, an officer immediately stepped forward and asked.

"They're breaking through the hangar gate, there's a lot of them, there's an assault robot unit, I just have time to weld the door!" Fisher urged the psionic energy in his body, forced himself into a sweat, and then cried to the officer with a very sad expression.

"It's too fast, there's still our fighter jets in the hangar! That's the latest test model! ”

Fisher's attitude of worrying about the country and the people made the Marine officer sigh with emotion, saying that the Marine Corps only cares about death, and the Air Force only cares about flying, and they all think that the Air Force is a group of useless sissies, spending the most military spending, but the heaviest work is done by the Marine Corps, but now looking at the smoky appearance on Fisher's armor, and the expression of guilt on his face because he did not rescue the national property, the Marine Corps soldiers were in awe.

"Brothers, follow me, take back the experimental machine, rush!" The Marine officer gave Fisher a look on his hand to me, then grabbed a Titan energy machine gun and rushed into the corridor.

The fierce gunfire rang out again, and the Martian soldiers, inspired by Fisher's spirit, rushed to the UNSA special forces without fear of death, and the firepower was so fierce that Reyes had to choose Plan B.

"Punishment, we're suppressed, blow up the armor and let the jackal in!"

"Roger! Be careful! ”

Just as the Martian Marines and robots had formed an encirclement of Reyes and the others and were about to make a final attack, a dull explosion came from the thick blast-proof deck door outside the hangar, and the entire battleship shook violently.

"Activate the Magnetic Boots!" Reyes let out a loud shout, and in the next second, the deck door exploded, and a violent air flow almost instantly ejected the unprepared Martian soldiers out of the gap in the hangar, and the entire depressurized state lasted for nearly thirty seconds, until the hangar turned into a vacuum, and a jackal fighter who had switched flight states flew in through the gap.

The vector ion engine at the rear of the cockpit of the Jackal spewed a faint blue fire, and the two 30mm cannons were aimed at the corridor on the third floor of the hangar, and when the first Marine to come over came out, the Jackal opened fire.

"Stand back!" The terrified Martian soldier shouted over the communicator to retreat, but the comrades who followed him and the magnetic boots on his feet made his movements less agile, and he only had time to turn his head.

The 30mm high-explosive shaped armor-piercing bullet was like a coulter cutting through the medicine tank, smashing the soldiers inside, the broken limbs and splashing blood were frozen in an instant, and the last thing these soldiers saw was the cold faces of their companions.

Tactical literacy is not made up for by numbers, the Eighth Fleet is expanding too fast, and almost all experienced marines have delivered food in the lunar raid, and now the marines on each battleship also need a small number of officers and non-commissioned officers who have actually been on the battlefield and understand how to face various situations, but unfortunately, those elites on the Poseidon either died in the raid or were sucked out of space, and the current Poseidon is a lamb to the slaughter for those veterans of a hundred battles on the Punishment.

It's just that what the survivors on the Poseidon, who were already half-disabled, didn't expect was that the Punishment did not destroy the Poseidon, which was on the verge of disintegration, but quickly evacuated the airspace after seizing the fighters in the hangar.

"Why did they leave?" A soldier who had broken his head and was bleeding from the impact asked, curiously.

"Because our reinforcements have arrived!" Fisher's eyes were fixed on the airspace next to Poseidon, and after a large number of arcs of electricity, the majestic figure of the Mount Olympus almost filled the entire window.

"Search and rescue survivors, clean up the battlefield, and clean up the wreckage of the battleship!" Fisher looked around, and it seemed that he had become the highest-ranking man on the Poseidon, and as for the captain and his staff, they had already accompanied the bridge on a space omission during the first wave of strikes on the Punishment.

"Sir, urgent order, Admiral Salenkoch wants to see you!"