September 15, 2505. The fourth star field, the constellation Heavy Industry, Beta-4 C27F591, the planet Antija (known).

Nero landed the Daigo troop carrier. In the face of Nero, who suddenly broke in, several soldiers in the troop transport cabin had a moment of hesitation, and it was this moment of hesitation that Nero solved his last teammate, and then a dodge went around the muzzle of his gun, and his body burst up like a spring, and the force of this punch exceeded 2,000 pounds.

This punch, wrapped in spiritual power that was on the verge of losing control, bombarded his helmet mask. Whole smashed? No, no, no, it's not the artistic effect of a fiction movie.

The Marine Corps is equipped with armor that covers the whole body, which is true military armor and the crystallization of technology to deal with war. Not a ton of strength is enough, and trying to smash this armored helmet is a dream for a hundred days.

However, even with the hardest shield, the hand holding the shield will get tired.

Fifteen hundred pounds of boxing, although most of it was absorbed by the composite protective structure in the armor, the remaining impact was enough to traumatize the soldier's fragile brain.

Closed head injury!

Nero withdrew his fist, blood slowly pouring from the fist of the mortal child. Luckily, the eyepiece of the helmet is made of structural material and does not shatter into sharp shards like glass.

Otherwise, Nero's fist would be a bloody blur.

Unloading his pistol, Nero turned into the cockpit just in time to see the co-pilot who was turning to look at her, and Nero didn't hesitate to shoot it. The driver has no armor on his body, he is naked, and he doesn't need to aim at all. Immediately afterward, a shot killed the driver on the other side.

Dealing with this last man on the Pelican style, Nero finally took control of the transport plane.

Darn!

A firepower team, a standard four-man formation, nearly two meters tall, fully armed, wearing nearly half a ton of Mark IV "War Hammer" armor.

Plus two crew members, a total of 6 people. There were only six of them, and Nero felt like he was almost tired. The space in the cabin of Xin Hao was cramped, and the opponent's firepower team could not use it.

The speed at which the spiritual power escaped was much faster than Nero had imagined. It's like pouring water into a bamboo basket, and it won't be long before the spiritual power that is biased towards inconsistency will be completely lost.

Nero is also only 18 years old, a girl, in comparison, looks small and delicate, taking advantage of a flexible advantage. Coupled with the spiritual power potion that swallowed three sticks, this barely leveled the gap in combat power between the two sides.

How? If you knock on a medicine, you want to mow the grass and go down to earth with the god of war? Dream on. Nero couldn't help but smile wryly, slumped into the driver's seat, gasping for breath.

Her breathing was already out of order, and her heart rate was uncontrollable from the start. Nero was covered in a muscle, and not a single muscle was not screaming.

It took a moment for Nero to feel a pain in his shoulder.

Nero was shot.

When? Did the man shoot? Didn't you get through it completely?

Nero slowly tore off the shirt on his left shoulder. The blood had soaked in a large area, and the bullet had left a bloody hole, flashing like an electric spark. With each flicker, Nero felt a piercing pain.

Raising his right hand, hanging over the wound, the spiritual power worked, and pulled out the warhead that stayed in the body. As soon as the spiritual power came into contact, the severe pain went straight to the bottom of my heart.

Ahhh

Nero couldn't help but scream, pulled out the bullet and looked at it, and the silver-white bullet was engraved with this emerald blue iris pattern. The federal point three-five-caliber pistol bullet is still a special bullet for spiritual power.

Nero turned the warhead and identified it, it was not a particularly high-level spiritual power bullet, it should belong to a relatively elementary type of military mass production.

Even if it's just a mass-produced type, Nero can't help but scold that he is really rich!

Lying in the cabin was supposed to be the Federation's Hell Paratroopers (Orbital Airborne Troops), or soldiers belonging to the Marines of the Federation Space Force.

Equipping this kind of troops with special ammunition for spiritual power, even if it is this entry-level, this is definitely a lot of money.

Nero dragged his tired body, holding the Federated Point 35 caliber pistol weakly in his hand, and pulled out the magazine to see that the bullet was indeed emitting a faint blue light.

There is also the previous space implosion bomb, amazing, how much this group of people want the little master to die, it's really bloody.

She had the heart to put on the Mark IV "Hammer of War" armor of the Hell's paratroopers, but... Half a ton of dead weight aside, that two-meter size alone is not enough for Nero.

Nero is now just over 1.7 meters, less than 1.8 meters.

Moreover, this armor requires a special machine to equip or remove the armor, as is the case with most military installations in the Empire and the Federation. In this way, the desire to put on the armor and blend in is completely frustrated.

Almost in a state of desperation, Nero piloted the Pelican to the Minotaus-class cruisers. At least for now, they didn't attack the Pelican.

Maybe you are worried about the fate of the unknown allies, or you don't find it. For whatever reason, it was at least an almost one for Nero.

In addition to targeting ground fortifications, there is also a type of assault that targets ships.

A raid on a warship often requires an entire combat formation.

The Empire often uses large capital ship fire suppression, cruiser and destroyer fire support, and finally carrier-based fighter fire cover.

Only then will the most elite troops conduct assault operations and land on enemy capital ships. Normally, this most elite unit is a team of heavily armed Imperial knights.

Now, Nero has to land the enemy warship single-handedly. If this succeeds, it will be enough to blow for a lifetime. Even if the object is just a cruiser.

The army of the city of Shangjing is still pouring fire on the enemy in the air.

In the distance, it seems that there are already tanks shelling the enemy in the air, but with little success.

But the only ones who can rush to the combat position the fastest, and at the same time have enough firepower, are only these mobile forces.

But Nero wondered, did a tank in a land battle have such a high elevation angle? It can't be a brick at the front of the body, right? Doesn't this kind of big city have anti-aircraft guns, or other missiles or anything like that?

Nero looked down from the porthole, and more and more places in the city of Shangjing were in flames. Nero gritted his teeth and suppressed the anger in his heart.

As long as it is a human civilization in the third interplanet, it is protected by the Ishtar Interstellar Convention.

However, this group of federal forces, not only violated the Ishtar Convention, but also did not declare war on the protection of civilization. It also violated the rules of interstellar engagement by shelling civilian areas.

Barbarous!

Nero piloted the Pelican troop carrier, slowly approaching the underdocking compartment of the Minotaus-class cruiser, which contained a slightly larger regular hexagonal shield.

Modular shields that can be adjusted in real time to adapt to different scenarios.

Carrier-based aircraft enter and exit the warship shield, and the general solution is to make a hole in the shield, and some inner part of the entrance projects a slightly larger shield.

This modular configuration of shields, similar to the gate and Xiao Wall, is convenient for carrier-based fighters to enter and exit, and at the same time ensures the safety of the ship itself.

Nero got into the shield of Milotaus and did not land on the tarmac in the Pelican. As soon as she entered the dock, she performed an optical trick.

Nero jumped off the pelican, dodged the crowd, and hid in the corner. After Nero was ten years old, he had no knowledge of warships.

Nero needed a moment to look around, trying to remember what she had learned as a child, but she hadn't listened to the long-winded old man in class.

At the end of the day, Nero was just a girl. There is little interest in these big ships and cannons.

The white-bearded old man didn't care about her, and focused all his energy on her brothers.

The Pelican driving system was taken over by the central control tower of Milottaus and put into autopilot. The Pelican slowly landed on the tarmac.

Immediately a circle of orderly personnel gathered around, ready to maintain the airframe, which was their task.

At the same time, Nero saw from a distance that a group of combatants quickly rushed to the vicinity of the Pelican, raising their guns to aim at the Pelican that had just landed.

Several ground crews didn't seem to react at all to what was going on. However, the fighters, who were the first to approach the Pelican, had already shouted.

Medic! Wounded!

Medic, wounded!

With a hurried call, the two of them froze, they were the medical guards accompanying the team.

They reacted immediately, hung their guns behind their backs, rushed forward, and yelled backwards as soon as they got close to the Pelican's hatch.

Lift it out! Fast!

Several people immediately rushed forward and carried the eight people on the Pelican out.

The medics quickly approached the unknown members of the fireteam and quickly retrieved the monitoring data of their armor.

The situation seemed so bad that even Nero himself could not tell what level of damage he had caused. She was inexperienced after all.

Nero could only see them shouting into the communicator microphone: First aid class! Fast!

At this time, the ground crew carried portable armor disassembly tools in pairs, and the two groups of people were busy around the landing crews, removing screws one by one, opening the card lock, and opening the armor module as a whole.

From their tacit matching, it can be seen that they are well-trained.

However, it is still possible to see the waves in their hearts.

Finally, when the helmet was removed, the bloody, flesh-and-blood face was revealed.

Without pause, the paramedics checked the injured person's carotid artery again to see if the injured person still had a pulse.

Machines can also make mistakes, and that's what they hope for at this moment.

However, this time it didn't.

The paramedic looked more and more ugly, folded his hands and placed them vertically on the wounded's chest, pressing on them with the weight of his entire body.

Start with a rapid, compression of the patient's ribcage.

No matter how long it has passed, CPR is still a proven first aid measure.

The paramedic on the team was doing CPR while reporting the condition of the injured to the first aid squad in the communication channel.

Two were unconscious, two had their hearts stopped, and two died. It was the two drivers who died. Shooting, death has been confirmed.

Get out of the way!

With a shout, the first aid squad has arrived. The man sprinted over without stopping, and fell directly to his knees and slipped next to the "unconscious" wounded. He skillfully and quickly connected to the wounded's armor system and read physical signs.

Stopped heartbeat, defibrillation!

He held two things that looked like small irons in his hands.

300 joules charged, for the first time! Get out of your hands.

The man shouted, as if he didn't care whether the others left his hand as requested, and just pressed the thing up.

Boom! The injured jumped, but did not react.

Charged, second time!

Boom! The victim jumped, but did not react otherwise. The third time, leave!

As he was about to defibrillate for the third time, the young medic stopped him. Hand over the screen in your hand, the screen of the portable MRI scanner.

Monitor......

He put down the defibrillator in his hand and looked at the image in amazement. He couldn't comprehend what was happening in front of him, and the fact that the full brain tissue was not visible on the screen.

The paramedics surrounding him stopped to help. With this level of mechanical damage to the brain, any form of rescue is no longer meaningful.

At this time, another fire team arrived, also wearing "Hammer of War" armor.

Opposite the person who was rescuing the first aid team, he saw the medical team stop the first aid from a distance, and he asked like a roar.

Why doesn't it move? Why don't you move!

After staring at the injured man on the ground, the squad leader slowly looked up at him, as if he couldn't speak, looked at the person opposite, and shook his head helplessly.

The man at the head of the fire team was unable to see his expression because of the armor mask.

After a brief moment of stunned, he angrily ripped open the others, folded his hands and began to quickly press the chest of the person lying on the ground.

He is the fireteam of the Marine Corps of the Federal Space Force, the elite of the elite. Hitching on a miniature nuclear reactor provides them with surging power in armor.

For them, it is easy to kill people, but it is difficult to save them.

He only pressed on his ribcage a few times before losing patience and raised his right hand to slam his brother on the ground, smashing his left hand on the place that covered his heart.

The others immediately stepped forward to grab the captain who was out of control.

The captain swung his men away and fell on top of the man lying on the ground, trembling, probably crying.

The person lying on the ground probably has a good relationship with him, right?