Here is the temporary rest of the battlefield where the Federation army has been recuperating, and there is the fear that the mercenaries hired by the owner of the space station are trembling and facing annihilation. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Time passed minute by minute, except for the occasional dull screams of the wounded, this battlefield with nearly 10,000 people competing was quiet.

In the headquarters of the mercenaries, all the mercenary leaders looked at the most respected of them, Hansmo. The man who always wears a green vest and gray breeches has a grim face carved out of the rock.

"For many years, those powerful countries in the universe have unscrupulously enslaved our people, and now we are gathered here not because we are mercenaries to fight for our employers. It's because we're all Mimatar and we're fighting for our freedom. ”

"For freedom." Of course, the men who shouted so loudly would not have noticed, and when their voices were transmitted to the other side of the battlefield that was far away from them, Hai Li's calm face showed a mocking look.

Haili stood up, standing straight, looking around at her subordinates who were silently eating battlefield rations, Haili actually wanted to ask those Mimatar people, do you really know what freedom is?

"Prepare for battle, teams on the spot." Haili turned on the communication system, and the command channel dutifully conveyed her orders to everyone on the battlefield.

And in the network of chips in the clone soldier's head, KC4, which is at the apex at the moment, gives specific orders. The first squadron of the fourth group, the current squadron leader is the clone soldier numbered K41, and then the squadron numbered K41 is a thousand-strong squadron, and they are the first wave of attack vanguards.

The gray figure silently rushed towards the figure of the Mimatar man. Unlike a normal army, in combat, non-commissioned officers will always remind their colleagues and give specific instructions to soldiers. Silent armies don't get blood pumping, but instead they are trained and cold machines.

The Mimatar mercenaries, who are always babbling, probably never understand, but they are on the verge of death, and they have already smelled the smell of engine oil flowing from the clone soldiers.

The defense line in the core area is becoming more and more complicated, and now, Hai Li can't tell how many layers of defense there are. But, perhaps, it's just that Haili doesn't want to calculate. It is a densely cut space like a beehive, and when you cut it from any angle, you can see a support wall made of high-strength alloy.

Here, it was originally the soldier's quarters of the battleship. Underneath this hundred-meter-long habitation floor is the heart of the battleship, the power furnace. The space station converted from obsolete battleships naturally maintains such a structure, and the older the space station, the more fully the battleship's external armor area will be used.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, the defense capability of the modified space station is far inferior to that of the battleship. After all, the hollowed-out armor walls have lost their original excellent cushioning structure.

"This is the sixteenth arrondissement of the central residential area, the power furnace...... Wow, what a structure that is not afraid of death. Chen Xiaoxi looked at the structure diagram of the space station that had just been cracked, and in an instant, he sighed in his heart.

"After all, it's an old antique from 500 years ago. The battleships of those days could not be driven without 100,000 men. Haili actually envied those soldiers back then, because the development of artillery and armor was not balanced enough, the battleships of that year could be called fortresses. At that time, the fall of each battleship meant an epic war to sing and cry about.

Speaking of which, the only change in the overall layout of the current battleship is that the power furnace and the living quarters are set in parallel. Although the power output is increased, the safety of the power furnace is slightly debatable. Of course, the previous design, the debatable issue is the safety of the occupants. After all, at that time, the probability of casualties due to powertrain failure was quite high now.

Haili's intuition as sharp as a small animal guided her to lead a team of thirty people straight to the mercenary headquarters. There, originally the second bridge of the battleship, was the reserve headquarters left by the former soldiers. There is no doubt about the degree of solidity, and the various defenses are set up quite reasonably.

Haili's team had just dealt with a team of sixty Mimatar mercenaries, and those mercenaries who were usually the minions of the nobles and powerful could not stop the advance of the Federation soldiers.

After an encounter with twice as many enemies as they were, the troops remained intact and moved on. Neither the formation nor the pace of each soldier had changed, and if those gray uniforms had not been stained with blood, no one would have imagined that they had fought a battle a minute earlier.

Just as the victorious division had turned the corner, the small defensive batteries hidden in the corners were activated. It is an ultra-small turret used in the battleship's short-range defense system, and the ultra-high rate of fire can form a fan-shaped metal barrage with an angle of more than 120 degrees in a short period of time.

Before the leading soldier could react, the turret roared, even though Hayley had done her best to pull the spearhead's tactical vest and drag it back. But the tyrannical barrage still hit him, the protective suit could not stop the deadly bullets, the tall and mighty body became tattered in less than a second, and dark red blood stains began to ooze from under the gray uniform.

"Automatic defenses." Haili was unpleasantly staggered. She hadn't encountered it before, and she thought that these 500-year-old antiques had been scrapped, but she didn't expect that they could still be used. Haili crouched in front of the clone soldier, silently looking at the numb expression on the soldier's face.

"Soldier, hold on, think about your future." Words of comfort and encouragement that were usually easy to say are now stuck in my throat. Haili looked at the soldiers beside her, there was no sadness, no anger. It's just that they are standing on guard in their respective garrison positions.

"Bastard, don't look at me like that, let me live." It was the first time that Haili had seen a clone soldier on the verge of death. There was numbness and indifference in the black eyes, and they didn't care about their own life or death. As Haili had learned before, they didn't know the fear of death. After all, fear of death is a quality that every good warrior must have, and some would call it the survival instinct.

Because of the fear of death, he bravely faced the enemy. It's just that the cloned soldiers don't seem to understand this. They are more indifferent to death.

"By the way, Medic ......" Haili patted her forehead, and she began to doubt herself. It's only been three days, and his fighting nerves have been dulled to such an extent? You must know that in an ordinary Marine Corps configuration, the medics often assume the role of the backbone of the team's psyche.

However, as the clone lieutenant of Hai Li's team, Chen Xiaoxi's expression was embarrassed, because the Squirrel Legion did not have this configuration at all. The wounded clones just threw them into the tank and were done. The clones who don't know the specific configuration don't know that their culture tanks are far better in terms of healing efficiency than the nutrient tanks used by ordinary navies. And, though they don't show it, the clones are very disgusted by those closed sinks.

"He's dead." The life support system reminded Chen Xiaoxi so. But he couldn't tell the sad commander, for Hai Li's sadness, Chen Xiaoxi felt very unkindly that his current mood was stealing joy. He took out the painkiller from his pocket, stuck it on the corpse of his companion without hesitation, and then said to Hai Li, who was beside him: "Commander, the most important thing now is to end this battle as quickly as possible. ”

The clones don't know what it means to be alive and what is dead. Their lives were too short, and they were only two days, less than forty-eight hours. If they are born in a normal way, this is the time to enjoy the love of their parents. Although there will be a war in the future, at least not now.

"Indeed." Hayley nodded in agreement, and she patted the soldier's face lightly. "You take a break here for a while, and we'll be back soon."

"Release the smoke." Hayley roared and gave the order. As the leader of the squad, there are many things that Haili doesn't need to do herself, she only needs to give orders, and naturally there will be soldiers to carry them out. It was willing, and it was also out of trust in Haili's own abilities. So, for the soldier's death, Haili blamed herself.

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One of the shortcomings of the automatic defense turret is that when the smoke filled with electromagnetic waves appears, its judgment mechanism becomes dull, and at this time, multiple targets appear at the same time, which can bring the idiot's judgment program to a standstill. Of course, after a pause of about 0.25 seconds, the program moves on to the next decision, shooting a covering shot at the defensive area. The problem is that the ammunition reserves of this type of defensive turret are limited.

"The catapult defensive battery, judging from the model, is the kind of ordinary thing with only 2,000 rounds of ammunition in reserve." It's surprising enough that it can be launched. In the moment of smoke, Haili rushed out. A quarter of a second, for a top-level fighter, is enough.

Thirty meters away, Haili leaped over, and what was in no way in harmony with the gray figure was the weapon she held, the saber with an ominous dark red light. The sharp blade cut through the alloy armor on the front of the turret without hindrance, and the energy pipeline behind the alloy armor was mercilessly shredded by the blade. (To be continued.) )