The sandstorm swept over two hundred kilometers and then suddenly disappeared. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info Natives, who are familiar with the local climate, launched a ground attack while the sandstorm paralyzed the space attack platform.

The meteorological units under the command of the landing force had only time to issue a meteorological warning, and then all the commands of the front received reports of an attack.

The Yellow Heights, where the 107th Brigade was located, had the honor of being the enemy's main attack. At this moment, the Yellow Heights have established a preliminary defense system, and for Mu Zhendong, this is a perfect exercise. Rookies need to be honed on the battlefield, and veterans need this low-intensity battle to adapt.

In general, this battlefield is only from the very beginning stage, whether it is the soldiers or the commanders, everyone's mentality is very relaxed and relaxed.

However, just a few minutes later, in the face of the onslaught of enemy troops, almost all of them paid the price for their light enemy.

"Enemy attack."

The forward line observation post spotted the Ange army and pressed the siren button. A whole battalion, more than three hundred fighters appeared fifty meters away. Moments later, a tidal wave of Anggo warriors flooded the entire observation post, and one of them planted his banner on the ground, the ancient banner of the Angge tribe with their swords crossed fluttering in the wind in the sandstorm.

The grim alarm turned into a dark red light in an instant, and everything was a reminder to the Federation that the real counterattack of the Angge people had arrived. Instead of crushing them with absolute superiority, the commander of Ang Ge took advantage of the sandstorm weather to send elite soldiers to attack.

Just as the commander had predicted, the Federation Army was clearly ill-prepared for the sandstorms peculiar to Planet Alpha. Most communications were cut off, and the front command lost contact with the ground command, and could not connect to the orbital platform, resulting in the ineffectiveness of the support platform, etc.

"Regulation B214 comes into force. Non-combatants enter the security point and the combatants assemble nearby, fully armed. In the D2 Sector Command, a heavily armed officer shouted loudly, although the life support system at the bottom of the protective suit was working well, but the contact system did not know what was wrong, and it could not support large-scale long-range communication at all. Therefore, we can only return to the most basic way, sending a person at intervals.

This method is of course inefficient, but in such a moment of panic, this barely maintained state of communication stabilizes the recruit's mentality. You must know that this batch of recruits is the federal military in accordance with Lu Lu's requirements, especially focusing on combat ability. In terms of combat effectiveness, it can be said that they are not inferior to the elite of the Angge Army. If there is any difference between them, it is probably only the experience of facing the battlefield.

Standing at the door of the sortie was a warrant officer, and behind him there were already eight warriors gathered, and according to custom, after one more soldier, the combat squad was completed. However, one by one, the soldiers ran past the warrant officer, and none of them joined the team.

Warrant Officer is the rank of all soldiers who are still studying in military schools, a military rank designed for students that is higher than non-commissioned officers, but lower than sergeant majors. Hai Zhenxing has been studying at the military academy for five years, and the sixth year is the year of entering the military study. Therefore, the veterans were not at ease to fight under the command of the novice commander, and Hai Zhenxing felt that he completely understood their thoughts.

understands your sister, if it weren't for a bunch of rookies staring at him with white eyes, the depressed Hai Zhenxing might have really reached out to scratch the wall.

Of course, Aquageome's depression didn't last long. Soon, a non-commissioned officer of the third rank stood beside him.

"Rank 3 Non-Commissioned Officer Ink Marks has applied to join the squad temporarily."

"Engineers? Forget it, something is better than nothing. Seeing the shovel behind the ink mark, the irresponsible thoughts in Haizhenxing's mind were fleeting, and a complete squad finally had the qualifications to meet the enemy.

In the absence of contact, everyone stubbornly resisted the attack of Anggo's elite according to the prepared tactics they had memorized before. Thanks to the hard work of the natives and engineers, the entire yellow sand-covered defense area is crisscrossed by passages for various purposes. It is precisely because of these dizzying passages that the disadvantaged Federation Army temporarily forms a tug-of-war with the enemy.

However, everyone knows that if the command cannot organize an effective counterattack, the fall of the Yellow Heights may be within half an hour. As the supreme commander of the Yellow Heights, Mu Zhendong is not an incompetent person.

"Calm."

As the supreme commander of this unit, he just stood in the command hall with a combat knife on his shoulder, and let out a loud shout, which calmed down the anxious mood of the command.

After sweeping the entire command hall with a threatening gaze, Mu Zhendong asked his subordinates in a cold voice: "Staff officer on duty, report the situation." ”

"Yes." A second lieutenant who was dressed almost the same as Mu Zhendong, but only had a different rank and logo, replied loudly. Then walk to the command podium and give a briefing.

"Before 300 standard time, the 3rd sector outpost raised the alarm, and a large number of elite enemy troops launched a full-scale attack. Subsequently, the E2 to E5 lines collapsed, and 120 seconds later, the enemy forces clashed with our garrison in the D3 to D4 areas, and the special tactical teams had already set up the defense lines in the C2 to C5 areas, and the S2 and S4 teams had assembled to wait for orders, in addition to this, the temporary formation of fifteen squads was being assembled. Report complete. ”

"Tsk." Mu Zhendong looked at the current situation displayed on the screen and couldn't help but snort coldly. "It only lasted three minutes. I don't know whether to praise the enemy or blame my own men for their incompetence. ”

"In the name of the Supreme Commander of the Yellow Theater of Operations, an order is issued: All combatants in Sector D should assemble nearby and engage the enemy within their own capabilities." Mu Zhendong is very serious about issuing orders to everyone through the built-in communication function of the protective suit, in fact, he himself hates this rigid form of command paperwork.

It's just that what he commands now is not a subordinate who has been running in for many years, but more of a recruit unit that he has never seen and doesn't even know his name. Therefore, he can only describe his orders in standard language, and hopes that they, the young and immature rookies, will be able to exert their extraordinary strength.

Mu Zhendong, who was under the cover of his helmet, was not as cold and ruthless as his voice, and his frowning brows and the sweat sliding down his forehead could testify.

"How long will it take for S3 to assemble?" Mu Zhendong stood in the busy command hall and asked his subordinates in a reproachful tone. The special tactical squadron, as the trump card in Mu Zhendong's hands, its commander is naturally the most trusted Hai Li, the lieutenant nicknamed "hamster". At the critical moment, it is still the old subordinates who can be more reassuring.

"Most of S3 Team is engaged with the enemy in Area D."

It was because of their presence that the defense line in Area D was finally able to hold on. It's just that, after this battle, how many people will be left in the third squad? The men in the command looked at their commanders.

"What are you looking at me for? Do what you have to do. Mu Zhendong kicked the chair next to the communications soldier with a hard kick. You, go to the artillery positions and tell them to cover Zone E as fast as possible, with maximum density. ”

The young communications soldier ran out of the headquarters at a rapid pace, disappearing into the long yellow sand sky in the blink of an eye. The atmosphere at the command had become oppressive, perhaps even more frightening than the previous panic of abandoning his subordinate commander so easily.

"Fool, don't be in a daze, hurry up and gather your men, the sound of artillery is the clarion call for counterattack." The old man of the original seventh squadron knew Mu Zhendong's habits better, and immediately began to sort out his equipment.

The same is true for Mu Zhendong, anyway, under the influence of this damn sandstorm, the army's communication system is a mess. It's better to use the sound of artillery to inform all your subordinates that the counterattack will begin, but just the counterattack launched here by yourself is actually very easy to be caught by the enemy, and maybe the whole army will be wiped out. Therefore, Mu Zhendong is actually gambling, betting on the tacit understanding between his subordinates and himself, and betting on the tacit understanding between the commanders of several adjacent defense areas and himself.

"It feels good." Mu Zhendong, who armed himself to the teeth, patted the war knife on his waist and walked out first, followed by a large group of fighters. Mu Zhendong could see the ground where the sandstorm was still raging outside from the observation port, and the visibility was only five meters, and the distance that could be crossed by any assault was not enough.

……

It didn't make the quaint star wait too long, and the sound of the sandstorm rumbling became a little more poignant. A series of explosions shook the roof of the passage and sand fell from the top of the tunnel.

"It's like the sound of a shell exploding on Seven, ah, this is sand, it should be Six." Ink shook his head as he muttered to himself guessing the model of the shell.

"Is it our counterattack?" The recruits speculated excitedly. You know, the veterans of this area have long been fighting with those natives. It's just that when the communication is cut off, the squad behind which most of the rookies are recruits is not clear about the battle situation ahead. It's just that I guess the battle situation from the fact that I haven't been attacked yet.

"Rather than saying that such aimless shelling is a counterattack, I prefer to think that this is just a clarion call to inform us of an imminent counterattack." The Quaint raised his hand and motioned for everyone to get ready.

The sand particles that kept falling overhead and the vibrations from the explosion constantly stirred up the tension of the soldiers. The dimly lit passages and low-pressure helmets make it difficult to see the faces of their companions, who are still alone on a battlefield full of enemies, even though they are nearby. Loneliness and loneliness are far greater than the threat of the enemy.

Already ready to wait for the shelling to stop before sprinting, the Quaint suddenly turned around and slapped the helmet of a soldier beside him.

"Don't be afraid, I'm right there for you." (To be continued.) )