"Honor is my life. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Lin Shuili immediately drew his saber and quickly drew a semicircle in front of him, which was clearly the most solemn sword salute in the Federal Navy.

"Marines, defensive arrays."

In the face of the enemy's elite invitation, no one could understand Lin Shuili's helplessness at the moment, but he had to do it. As the Mimatar said, this battle has nothing to do with hatred, the Mimatar people fight for dignity, and Lin Shuili and his comrades only fight for glory.

It is true that Lin Shuili knows that as long as he delays, the supporting teammates will come, and the enemy will inevitably have only one way to surrender. However, Lin Shuili had to let his subordinates take risks, for the glory of the entire Federation Navy, and in order to live up to the efforts he had made in the military academy for several years.

The collision of the two teams, between the blood flying, there is no gorgeousness. Saber against spear stabbing is both helpless and inevitable. It was only in the first round that the Bison detachment was hit hard. Even if it had a name like the Bison, even if it was one of the dozens of detachments of the Fukuzawa that were good at hand-to-hand combat, it was only an ordinary member of the Marine Corps.

Fifty men formed a defensive line close to the improvised ramparts, and after half an hour of high-intensity fighting, they had to face the elite of the enemy army who had been recuperating, and they were just ordinary marines, and none of them could ride a thousand capable men. Of course, delaying time can save everyone's lives, but Lin Shuili can't let go of his pride, and those guys are the same.

"Clever Yanhuang people." Milo looked at the enemy who was still guarding the high-speed passage in the melee, and couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart. At this time, Milo didn't know Lin Shuili's original task, but he just felt that this character who would rather die than give up the task was worthy of respect.

So Milo, as the commander, no longer hesitated, and swung straight at the target he had already chosen. That person was none other than Lin Shuili, who was the commander of the detachment.

It was the first time that Lin Shuili had participated in a battle as a commander, but as an ordinary federal soldier, his fighting skills were still above the standard. Seeing the shadow of the knife in the afterglow, he just adjusted his pace and subconsciously blocked with a saber.

The federal saber collided with the traditional war knife of the Brut tribe, and in the first collision between traditional handmade and high-tech mechanized products, both of them involuntarily took a step back.

"You're good." Milo looked at the opponent in front of him calmly, in this collision just now, he can be said to have exerted his greatest strength, but it was only a draw.

"You're not bad either." Lin Shuili was secretly surprised in his heart, but there was an indifferent expression on his face. If it weren't for the fighting protective clothing that effectively shared the force exerted by the opponent, I was afraid that after this round, I would have to lie down.

"It's easy to get lost in the power of technology, but you're not there." Milo stepped on a strange step, and instantly approached Lin Shuili, and the dark sword light was hidden behind the sturdy figure.

"Tsk." Lin Shuili was taken aback, and hurriedly held the knife with his backhand to hold Milo's sword, and when the saber came with great power again, Lin Shuili's abdomen also suffered a heavy blow.

"Uh......"

The involuntary scream was suppressed by the reacting nerves, and before that, completely out of conditioned reflex, the blade of the saber that shone with a faint blue glow was rapidly approaching Milo's neck. Milo's pupils narrowed for a moment, and he gave up the pursuit out of instinct.

"Seventh brother." Lin Bei hurriedly ran to hold the stumbling brother, and the moment he saw the enemy, he howled and pounced. "Bastard."

Although Lin Bei looked very aggressive, it was nothing more than a bluff to a martial arts master like Milo. The next moment, though, he paid the price for his carelessness.

The power that came from Lin Bei's saber was beyond his imagination, it was almost a powerful force similar to Lin Shuili's strength. Looking at his subordinates again, they were obviously also intimidated by the enemy's unexpected strength, which is not a good phenomenon, at least for now, they have not officially surrendered, and the Yanhuang people have not accepted their surrender.

"It's a triumph of science and technology." Lin Shuili pursed his lips and said calmly. The most popular protective clothing in the universe has a variety of different gears. In the case of the combat protective suit of the Marine Corps, it has excellent performance that can almost defend against attacks below the A rank.

And the fighting ability A-level, for the Bruts who have no technological convenience, is the difference between ordinary people and geniuses, ordinary and brave.

"Again." Milo yelled, then took a step back, placing his sword in front of him and taking an offensive stance.

"Come on, come on." Lin Bei is also a very proud person, he adjusted himself after being shocked back after failing to strike, and immediately made another powerful slash. Lin Shuili looked at the cousin who had fallen into his personal world, shook his head helplessly, and joined another battlefield.

The military's hand-to-hand combat is not as flashy as that of professional martial artists, but every move is undoubtedly the most effective and efficient way to kill. The enemy or oneself, in a simple round or two, less than a second to distinguish the winner or loser, life or death.

"Huh?" To Milo's surprise, his knife failed to taste the taste of blood, and the reaction force from the blade was not as strong as flesh and blood could do.

A federal military standard rifle held the sharp war knife without warning, the thin blade of the war knife stuck in the rifle cooling port, with the excellent performance of the rifle material, Lin Bei insidiously blocked this almost fatal blow with the assault rifle to save his life, and at the same time disarmed Milo in disguise.

"Hey." On the battlefield, there is no chivalry to speak of. Lin Shuili seized the opportunity to give Milo a hard blow, but unfortunately Milo's own reaction was too strong, and Lin Shuili, who was sneak attacking, did not achieve much success, but was caught off guard by Milo's subconscious counterattack.

Lin Shuili, who was knocked away, did not crash into the cold and hard wall, and those subordinates who were fighting near him saw that their commander was repulsed, and when they saw that their commander was repulsed, they ignored the threat in front of them and reached out to their commander. So, several strong and strong arms from different people took the place of the wall to bear that great force.

"Note that there is at least one triple-A level among the enemies, and try to avoid direct engagement below AA level." A non-commissioned officer who was injured and could not participate in the battle said hurriedly in the communication channel. Due to the strength of the enemy, Lin Shuili, as the strongest fighter in combat, was forced to get involved in the fighting and had no time to command the overall situation. As a result, this non-commissioned officer, who was injured and unable to join the high-intensity battle, took the initiative to take over the command, and with the quality of a non-commissioned officer of the federal army, he could still support it in a short time.

"You have defiled our sacred battle." Milo was furious, and he was interrupted again and again for one-on-one battles, but he was afraid of the defensive line of several soldiers who were on standby, so he could only roar in annoyance.

"I'm just doing my duty as a soldier." Lin Shuili replied with a laugh, but his eyes were full of mockery. "How can you understand, you can't understand." Compared with Milo's annoyance and anger, Lin Shuili's words seemed to be more unscrupulous.

Although Lin Shuili's words were meaningless to the person concerned, Milo, what they didn't know was that these words made Kanssar, who was hiding behind and watching the live broadcast, breathless.

As the captain of Kansar's personal guard, Milo actually didn't receive much education and despised education, which is the common denominator of the Mimatar race, so Milo never understood. However, Kansar is different, and the experience of living in many countries has broadened his horizons a lot, and naturally he has learned a lot. He knows what the concept of a great nation is, and he also understands what national consciousness is.

However, it is these insights that surpass other people and connect with the civilization of the universe that make it difficult for Kansar to move in the republican government. The elders of the old tribes, who wield vast resources, were dismissive of his proposals, and even mocked him, the sole survivor of the heroic tribe.

The Bruts, who still retain a large number of ancient customs, are already backward in the civilized world, but there are gaps between the major tribes. As a result, Kansar, despite his excellence, was forced to become embroiled in the old and new hatreds of the tribes, and thus served in a seemingly enlightened but still traditional and conservative republican government, and even though Kansar was ambitious, he had to compromise in the face of reality for a long time.

The original Kansar who wanted to build a glorious army for Mimatar was long dead. And now, a small lieutenant who is a big man in the Federal Navy, under the pressure of a strong enemy, only unintentionally inserts a casual sentence like a willow, which arouses the last trace of resistance in Kansar's heart.

However, Kansar's struggles were completely destroyed by his people after scanning the bridge. The faces of those people were numb, but there was no hiding their thoughts in their eyes. Kansar closed his eyes, not wanting to see the impatience in the eyes of those people.

They want to surrender, those eyes are the eyes that can't wait to get rid of the shadow of the tribe.

Kansar didn't know what to do with these Bruts, who had been living in poverty and hunger for a long time. After all, even if you become a slave of the Emma, you have the opportunity to live a relatively prosperous life under the leadership of the liberal aristocracy. Even if it doesn't become owned by the conservative aristocracy, at least there is enough food.

For those poor clansmen, serving the tribal nobles and serving the Emma nobles, after putting aside the name of the race, there is actually no difference, and even serving the Emma people is more life-threatening. In the face of such a fact, there are still countless people in power who stubbornly refuse to change, and the top brass of the republican government naively thinks that by exalting racial righteousness, it is really naïve and stupid. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) )