When news of the Federation's encounter with enemy forces in another system reached the Ring, Major McDodor, the captain, suddenly felt that he was facing a terrible choice. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info whether to leave his cousin in a horde of clones or to order a starship to urgently support the flagship.

There wasn't much time left for Major Mak, and soon, orders from the flagship arrived, and the nearby starships rushed to support. And the Star Ring is unsurprisingly in this "nearby" range.

In the space station, in the warehouse that served as the temporary headquarters, Haili was silent as she watched the new news coming from the command system. The news that the Star Ring must leave for a while.

If it were any other officer, they might have been furious at the news. After all, in any landing operation, assault ships are a necessary guarantee for the retreat of the Marine Corps. The marines, having lost their assault ships, have no question of no way back. For Haili, though, the news was nothing more than an ordinary friendly update.

Therefore, when the news came, Haili's posture of sitting cross-legged on the ground did not change, and she was still looking at the combat map displayed by the holographic projection system. The Squirrels have advanced more than halfway through the industrial front, and the militants are being defeated by the Squirrels' onslaught.

As Hayley had predicted, after a short period of adaptation, her men became more and more proficient in the skills required of warfare.

"Commander." KC4 walked up to Hayley in standard steps, and reported in a serious voice that was almost roaring. "The fighting in the industrial zone is over, we have occupied all the areas."

"Very well, withdraw the 6th Squadron, which has recently been involved in the fighting, from the combat area, and the patrol duties will be carried out by the 9th Squadron. The 8th Squadron is responsible for the node control of the industrial zone and the core area. Hai Li narrowed her eyes in satisfaction, and orders continued to be issued. For the Fourth Brigade here, the most critical moment of this battle is coming.

"Yes, Commander." For KC4, who calls himself Chen Xiaoxi, it is a simple thing to remember the orders of the chief. Anyone with a comprehensive tactical chip stuffed into their head will have this extraordinary memory ability.

In this era, many natural people implant this kind of auxiliary chip in their brains. It's just that, relatively speaking, Yanhuang people hate to stuff this kind of artificial object in their brains, and they generally use external auxiliary devices, such as powerful personal terminals.

Hai Li's personal terminal is uniformly distributed by the navy, and the performance is certainly not the best in the universe, but it is much better than the circulation on the market, but she is now thinking about whether to wait until the holiday to get herself an implant type. If it is determined that you will serve in this unit in the future, it will be very inconvenient not to have an auxiliary chip implanted.

This is Haili, there are not many personal preferences, everything is based on a practical attitude. In a sense, her personality can get along happily with these newborn clones.

The battle in the core is much more difficult than in the industrial area, and these Mimatar people living in the universe are not defenseless. From state-of-the-art high-powered laser guns to primitive gunpowder weapons, from hand-crafted cold weapons to high-vibration particle swords made on industrial assembly lines, the rigid clones are overwhelmed by the myriad of weapons of their enemies.

Haili felt a headache when she saw the reports sent back by her subordinates, and of course Haili had encountered this situation. In fact, the use of a wide variety of weapons should be a characteristic feature of the Union Marine Corps. Marines carry weapons that are full of individualism because of family traditions or personal preferences.

The federal navy's generous budget that could make any civilian organization vomit blood to death is beyond ensuring basic logistics. There are dozens of types of protective clothing in combat alone. Not to mention, from the very beginning, the suppliers of those armies have offered everything from sabers to military stabs, rifles to helmets, and even belt buckles in a custom style.

These seemingly intimate actions not only made the weapons carried by the Federation soldiers full of individualism, but also caused great confusion to the enemies of the Federation Navy, and the intelligence services never had a way to count what kind of armament a force had.

Therefore, Hai Li, who has lived in this environment for a long time, never thought that one day her subordinates would be troubled by the enemy's various weapons.

"Soldiers rely heavily on weapon systems." Haili solemnly recorded it in the log. It's a bit surprising that the clone soldier has been instilled with knowledge but has not been able to form an instinct for his body. In the first few battles, the clone troopers didn't even know how to avoid danger.

Chen Xiaoxi felt that the battle should not be like this, it was just a feeling, and he couldn't say the specifics, there was always such a strange feeling permeating his heart.

"Something has to be done." Chen Xiaoxi heard something from his commander. When he looked up, he found that Haili had put on her helmet again.

"You guys, keep up." Heavily armed, Haili jumped in place, as if the equipment on her body had no effect on her. In order to achieve a certain degree of concealment, Haili deliberately adjusted the protective suit to a gray livery. "It's not something to be proud of, but I would say that I'm the best at dealing with this situation."

Chen Xiaoxi was in a daze, he didn't understand what the commander wanted to express, and what the situation was. However, Hayley didn't give him more time, and she jumped into the chariot parked outside the makeshift headquarters. Hai Li stretched out her hand from the car window, patted the car door to attract Chen Xiaoxi's attention, and then pointed to the back seat of the chariot, meaning to let him sit there.

Haili felt that the Clone Soldier had an advantage that other sergeants could not match, and that was that when she was unwilling to answer, no one would ask her for an explanation. Moreover, the corps, which is composed entirely of combat units, is extremely efficient and powerful in carrying out orders.

At the forefront of the battle, Haili looked back at the clone soldiers huddled in the chariot, unable to distinguish between them and themselves. She knew she had to make another cameo as a sergeant.

"When you get out of the car later, follow the commando formation. KC4, you follow me. K456, your person is in charge of the left. K457, your person is in charge on the right. "Haili's combat instructions can be called simple and crude, but the lowest sergeants of the Marine Corps are indeed so brief when they give orders." Sabres are used for mantissa numbers less than 5, and rifles are used for fire support for mantissa numbers greater than 5. ”

It wasn't long before Chen Xiaoxi knew what he should do when standard tactics weren't very useful.

Several chariots crossed the space where the two sides were engaged in a furious manner, and came to a halt directly in front of the Mimatar line. The small cannon on the roof of the vehicle roared incessantly, covering dozens of gray figures that quickly jumped out of the chariot. The gray figures entered their positions before the Mimatar could react.

A face-to-face scuffle broke out, and Haili, as the arrowhead, was invincible in the battle, and the Mimatar in front of her was almost always brought down in a single face. From a third-party perspective, Haili shows artistic brutality in battle.

Chen Xiaoxi, who followed behind, knew that Haili was powerful, but he didn't expect her to be as powerful. The attacking phalanx of thirty men led by Haili did not encounter any obstacles, and they swept through like a hurricane, leaving behind the stumps and broken arms scattered here and there on the Mimatar line.

Hansmo, who was sitting in front of the monitor, had a wry smile on his face, and after the outbreak of war, the defensive line formed by giving up time to other areas only made the enemy's offensive insignificant and slightly paused. The blow that followed was so fierce and violent.

"Chief, what are we going to do?" There was a trilling voice in the voice of the previously brave and fearless henchman. Hansmo had no intention of accusing his henchman of cowardice, after all, he was also frightened by that tyrannical figure.

In just twenty minutes, the Squirrels used the chaos created by the strike team to break through Hansmo's carefully crafted first line of defense. Subsequently, they did not stop, almost completely copied the tactics of the first attack, and launched assaults on the positions in a scale of dozens to hundreds. There were times of success and failure, but, in general, when another four hours passed, the Hansmo mercenaries were left with only the last line of defense.

Haili leaned against the sturdy bunker of the chariot, and the hours of high-intensity fighting did not tire her out. However, the clone soldiers don't have the physical reserves of Haili. These artificially created bodies do not have the superior physical distribution instinct that Haili has accumulated over decades of perseverance. During the hours of continuous fighting, most of the clone troopers gasped for breath.

After seeing this situation, Haili decisively stopped the idea of continuing to attack. God knows how many defensive lines the slick enemy commander had laid out in front of him, and he had to leave enough room for advance and retreat.

None of the equipment is not a gray clone soldier, and although it is still only called "Gray Squirrel" on a small scale, Hayley believes that one day, Gray Squirrel will become another synonym for horror in the universe. In between battles, these wooden "gray rats" gnawed on their battle rations, and the order to rest on the spot made them completely unconcerned about the corpses lying down less than five meters away.

The clone soldier who was unfortunately wounded in the battle was brutally injected with anesthetic by his companions and thrown into a nutrient tank filled with Green Slimy Cell Repair Solution.

As for the lucky Mimatars, who were wounded but not dead, the grey squirrels who cleaned up the battlefield took their weapons and concentrated them in one area. And then, no more. If they are not dead after the battle, there may be someone to treat them. (To be continued.) )