"Damn, 7th Division! This is the 19th Mechanized Infantry Battalion of the 8th Division, you guys are blocking the way! If we don't get out of the way, our battalion is about to enter the range of Imperial fire. ”

"The 8th Battalion, here is Brigadier General Verda of the 7th Division, and if the 63rd Bombardment Unit doesn't move its ass, we won't be able to go anywhere!"

"May I ask Brigadier General Wilda, what is the 63 bombardment unit doing?!"

"The fixed turrets of the 63 bombardment units were in full swing half an hour ago, ready to return fire on the Imperial troops, and if they want to give way, they must retract the turrets, which means that it will take another half an hour!"

"Oh my God, can't they just throw away the stationary turret?!"

"That means abandoning ordnance and going to court-martials after the war, and their commanders don't take that risk."

"But now the risk has shifted to my side! My people are blocked! Brigadier General, do you understand what I mean... Oh shit!! ”

"8th Battalion, what's going on?!"

"The sky is full of Imperial artillery! We're done..."

"8th Battalion?!"

"Boom! ... Hiss..."

15 minutes later, under the cover of artillery fire, the Fatherland Defenders assault group and the 7th Division were in short contact, and together swept the 63 bombardment unit that was still unloading the fixed turret, killing and wounding more than 4,000 federal soldiers and capturing more than 12,000 prisoners, Brigadier General Verda of the 7th Division was killed, and Brigadier General Jerry of the 63rd Bombardment Unit was captured alive.

This is just a corner of the battlefield, in the face of the chaotic federal army, the prepared Imperial army is almost annihilating the attack, in the psionic network built by the psychic led by Lucky, the commanders at all levels carry out the most efficient communication, cooperate closely with each other, all information is transmitted in real time, and finally all are transformed into real combat efficiency.

On the other hand, due to the devastating blow to the various functional departments of the General Headquarters of the Rim Naval Theater, and the special burning of the backup equipment of the communications unit before Mo Gu's departure, the wartime communications have completely failed.

After the loss of satellites, every commander became blind on the strategic map, and could only observe the battlefield with the naked eye, not knowing what was happening in the distance, and even some commanders who reacted slowly did not know that the empire had sounded the horn of a general attack, and were still stupidly "returning to help" in the Ring Sea Theater.

After the wartime communication fails, and there is no spiritual ability, the only thing that can play a role between the armies of the Federation is short-frequency private communication, but the bad is here, in order to prevent the emergence of small groups within the Federation, it is expressly not recommended to use private communication between officers, it is best to use the public frequency band, if you have to use the private frequency band, it will not be punished, but it may be monitored and affect the promotion rating.

As a result, most commanders do not have each other's private communication bands, in fact, even if they do, it is not of much use, if the battlefield cannot be regulated from the macro situation, the 7th Division, the 8th Battalion, and the 63rd Bombardment Unit will continue to be staged.

...

Now the only good news for the Federation is that the White Wolf has disappeared, the security forces have regrouped, completed the security clearance of the Rim Theater Command, and found the three people trapped in the Commander-in-Chief's office, freeing them.

Thanks to the timely arrival of the doctors, Agrono's fate was saved, but it is still unknown when he will wake up.

John pushed his wheelchair to the window, looking worriedly at the sky covered by war in the distance, just now he had gone to the command room full of corpses, and sent a signal to the whole army to prohibit the return of reinforcements, but this signal had long since failed with the destruction of the communications force, and even if it did not fail, it was too late, many troops had already returned to the aid and blocked the periphery of the Rim Naval Theater, and the outside was full of Imperial troops closing the battle line, and it was only a matter of time before it collapsed completely.

Now, the Federation army is in great need of a "brain", a person who stands at a higher command angle to help them adjust the macro war situation and deal with the Annihilating Attack of the Empire.

To tell the truth, with the Federation's equipment superiority, even in this situation of being fully surrounded, there are many commanders who can make adjustments, but all of them are limited by embarrassing communications, and even if they have the intention to command, their voices cannot be transmitted.

Not to mention those commanders, even if Agroonso wakes up now, he will be powerless in the face of such a rotten communication situation.

Could it be that this time, the Federation is really going to be completely defeated... The thought came to John's mind.

Claudia grabbed John's hand tightly, her voice was low, with loss and confusion, faintly audible: "What should we do..."

What are we going to do? Good familiar words.

When disaster strikes in the first year of Honkai, John's neighborhood is attacked by fierce beasts, and he desperately rushes into the neighbor's cottage and rescues Claudia and takes her to the top of the attic.

At that time, in the face of the surging beast tide below, Claudia also grabbed his hand as she did now, crying and asking him, "What should we do?" ”

At that time, John's answer to Claudia was, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." ”

Thinking about it now, this answer is really ridiculous, at that time John himself was afraid of death, and he actually said such a thing, it was really a swollen face and a fat man, not to mention that the two were saved later It had nothing to do with John, it was completely a federal army that swept them around and rescued them from the attic.

This time, in the face of the rout of the Union army, John couldn't even say the words "Don't be afraid, I'm here", because he knew from the bottom of his heart that no one could save them.

Without saying a word, John silently closed his eyes, and when all the light was gone, there was only one thought in his mind: it was so dark.

It was dark and silent, like a man sailing to the deep sea in a lonely boat, and finally being overturned by the waves on a rainy night, floating helplessly in that darkness without light, with no stars, no lighthouse, nothing to see.

Now, not only John, but every Federation commander has this feeling, and in the face of a completely collapsed communication system, they also have only one thought: it's so dark.

Black... So what to do? Just open your eyes.

But now, what if someone covers your eyes and won't let you open them?

Perhaps, only listen?

Or... Raise your head and shake off the other person's hand?

Raise your head...

Heads up?

Heads up?!

John's eyes opened suddenly, his head slowly raised, and his gaze moved up to look at the vast sky, at this moment, he seemed to feel that the weight of the entire universe was pressing on him, but it did not crush him or crush him, but turned into power and injected into the blood, and the hot feeling flowed all over his body and flowed to every corner.

Yes, thought of it!

What to do?

There's another way!

Keep your head up!