Gran, as the commander of the elite Legion of Anggo, was always at the forefront of the charge. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Strong body and rich experience make him have the battlefield, and the Anga Army is always going to be the same.

When the Yanhuang people's artillery fire began to cover the battlefield regardless of his own casualties, Gran understood his opponent's thoughts. It's just a pity that like the plight of the Yan and Huang people, the communication of the Angge people is just as bad when the sandstorm is raging.

It's just that the fighting habits of the Angge people determine that they will not be affected by the communication situation. At least not like the army of the Yan and Huang people, once they lost their communications, they were almost reduced to fighting on their own.

"Inform the troops that an enemy counterattack is coming." In the face of the federal shelling at any cost, Gran actually knew that this was pointless. It's just that he really wants to do it once. While this may have made the Legion's losses greater, Gran had much more to gain by coming face to face with these strange enemies and winning.

When the sea shook star appeared on the ground with ten rookies, his vision was full of yellow sand and mist. After the leader of the ink mark briefly judged the direction, he led a group of people to charge forward. There will always be allies or enemies, such a simple idea. So the ten rookies crashed head-on into the enemy's command core, where Gran, the strongest warrior in the attacking enemy's army, and a large group of experienced fighters.

However, after this battle, what surprised countless staff officers even more was that these two groups of people missed out because of the yellow sand that shrouded the sky.

The distance between the two groups of people was only ten meters when they were close...... But a miss is a miss after all. This kind of thing, for the temporary rookie squad, I really don't know whether it should be said to be a good thing or a bad thing.

Just a hundred meters behind Gran's headquarters, the army of Ang Ge behind the palace and a large group of miscellaneous troops who had escaped the shelling gathered together. Their target, of course, was the Yellow Heights, a small hill less than five hundred above sea level, and the Yanhuang people who had built a defensive line on this hillside.

The Angge didn't know exactly how many Yanhuang they were going to face, but they had always trusted the fighting power of the Gran Legion. What's more, this sandstorm did come just right, the federal troops deployed at the forefront were unprepared, and the entire defense line soon lost its ability to resist, and could only allow a large number of enemy troops to cross the defense area.

The sandstorm soon passed through the Yellow Heights, visibility became higher and communications were gradually restored. But Ink Marks was a little unhappy, and it had been almost two minutes since he came out, but he had not encountered any enemies or allies. There is always a vague figure in the line of sight, but it is always fleeting.

"Freedom." Ink Marks heard a loud shout from the left, and couldn't help but be stunned, he didn't know how to reply.

"Glory." Sensing the murderous aura, the Quaint Star quickly replied. "It's all my own."

"It's a good thing you answered the password in time, otherwise it wouldn't have been so pleasant." Several figures slowly surrounded them from all sides, and it could be seen from their movements that they were all veterans of a hundred battles.

"How's it going?" Hai Zhenxing asked directly.

The counterattack began, but the situation was still a mess. Communication went from a complete outage to an intermittent one, which was both reassuring and anxiety-free. Of course, what is worse is that he has not encountered an enemy at all since his attack, which makes Haizhen always wonder if he has been treated specially.

The Yanhuang Federation is rarely in a passive situation, and even if the enemy occasionally gains the upper hand because of surprise, the counterattacks that follow are always quick and sharp.

Of course, the Angge people unfortunately never fought against the Yanhuang Federation. Even the Alpha galaxy is too weak compared to the five empires.

Maybe it's the destined breath sensing between the strong. When Mu Zhendong entered the combat state, Gran felt an aura comparable to him. Gran knew that the outcome of the battle would be between the two. The victor between them will be able to easily sweep the entire battlefield with absolute combat power.

"It seems that you are the leader of this group of invaders." Gran was undaunted and stepped forward. In the dust, Gran could see that there were about fifty enemies on the opposite side. On his side, there were only more than twenty, less than thirty people, and the enemy was almost twice as large as his own.

"Cut, big troublesome guy." Mu Zhendong turned his neck unhappily, judging from his breath, the enemy was quite powerful. "Spread out left and right, and don't let one go." At the end of the order, Mu Zhendong did not explicitly speculate that although there were many veterans of the Marine Corps mixed in, the situation of the rookies was still worrying.

"Looks like you're confident." Gran said as he tried to find a flaw in Mu Zhendong's body. However, it's a pity that Mu Zhendong's body is full of flaws, but Gran didn't find any flaws that can kill him with one blow. Frowning helplessly. "You're going to trade injuries for injuries?"

didn't attack it, this guy is really experienced, and the crowd tactics seem to be impossible. Mu Zhendong's plan was very simple, he would drag this guy first, let his subordinates solve the other enemies, and then use the siege to achieve victory. The premise is that you and the other party can fight to lose both.

However, this idea was easily seen through by the other party.

"In that case, it has to be forced." Mu Zhendong casually drew his saber. Unlike other countries, which prefer uniformity of equipment, in the Federal Navy, at least with regard to hand-to-hand combat weapons, the Federal Military is tolerant of private possession of weapons. As a result, you can see various styles of weapons on the battlefield, as well as stabs and sabers that will never disappear.

The earthy brown military boots stomped on the soft sand, leaving a shallow pit, Mu Zhendong pounced on Gran, the saber held in his right hand crossed the arc in the air, and the cold blade was close to the point.

The military fighting techniques that orthodox Yanhuang people must learn have no sense of art at all, and they follow nothing more than two principles, the enemy dies, and I live. However, the reason why military combat is named the word "military" is destined to be special.

Gran was surprised by the attack of his opponent who completely abandoned his defense. Although this method was quite popular among the Assassins, it was incomprehensible to Gran that a general of his rank would launch such an attack so decisively. Immediately waved his weapon, opened the saber, and with the reaction force of the intersecting weapons, the knife in his hand went straight to Mu Zhendong's waist and slashed.

"It's a lot of strength." Mu Zhendong easily returned the knife to save himself, anyway, the purpose of his knife was just a temptation. However, after this temptation, he was a little disappointed. "I thought someone with such a murderous aura would be strong. The result is nothing more than that, far worse than the eldest sister's head. ”

Mu Zhendong pounced on his whole body again, this time at a faster speed than before, and the blade left several afterimages in the air. It was the simplest of cuts, but Gran didn't have time to react.

Without any hesitation, Mu Zhendong's saber cut through Gran's body, and in Gran's disbelieving eyes, he flipped his wrist again, and the tip of the knife was inserted from the top of his head, grinding Gran's brain to pieces. This is the ruthlessness that belongs to Mu Zhendong, and it is also the mercy that belongs to Mu Zhendong.

In the past, Mu Zhendong always wishfully believed that for a soldier, losing his life was not terrible, but what was terrible was the loss of honor. Therefore, Mu Zhendong always made a move before the enemy opened his mouth to beg for mercy. And now, Mu Zhendong is not so simple, as a commander, he must clearly understand that the battle will not always happen within the scope of his prediction.

"Marines, assault east." The sudden roar almost spread across the battlefield for several kilometers. Mu Zhendong, who was greatly boosted by the fragility of the enemy general, raised the still bright red saber and pointed straight to the front of the position.

The so-called elite of the Angge people is so vulnerable in front of the real elite of the Federation Marine Corps. Just like the difference between the Alpha and the Yanhuang Federation, the difference between the top warriors of the two is greater than that of heaven and earth.

When the sandstorm began to fall, communication was restored. At the beginning, all kinds of information about the communication was blocked, and it also began to be sent to Mu Zhendong's personal terminal. Accurate to the individual's life support system, the casualties, the distribution of personnel, and even an accurate model of the battlefield were depicted.

When communications were restored, the Marines' meticulous preparation and rigorous training immediately came into full play. Countless squads organized nearby and launched a counterattack against the enemy. Unlike the previous blind and small-scale battles, this time, the entire D area is scattered like stars with hundreds of battle groups.

Among them, the number is small, only two people. If there are more people, there will be dozens of people. Weapons are not limited to combat weapons, assault rifles have fully played their due effectiveness. Although it is only a function of secretly releasing the cold gun, it makes it easier to counterattack.

It's a joke. The Marines lost more than half of their lives under my command. A third of them were old buddies from the USS Federation. Mu Zhendong stood on the top of the outpost in front of him, stepping on the banner of the intersection of the two swords of the song at his feet. The counterattack line had already moved farther forward, far beyond the pre-exchange boundary, to the city called Mai'an.

Originally, the Marine Corps determined the target of attack based on whether or not they were in possession of weapons. Perhaps the people in Mai'an are just trying to drive away the invaders. But the weapon in their hands became a talisman. The soldier, who was enraged by the tragic situation of his comrades, did not hesitate to pull the trigger. This is pure revenge, and at this moment, right and wrong are meaningless.

The killing began, as a matter of course. Perhaps after this battle, those rookies of the Marine Corps can truly realize that they are just invaders without any justice. (To be continued.) )