The strong wind below was mixed with sand and dust and fine stones, and the situation on the battlefield was completely unreal, only the blue and white light and shadow of the plasma and the beam weapon were faintly visible, and the scarlet but suppressed fire burst out after the explosion of the burst ammunition.

"Captain, I've arrived at my position and need to filter the horizon." Kramer reports in the pathway.

"Worm, give it to him." After hearing Kramer's voice, Hong immediately issued an order to the 'God Eater'.

"I have to admit that your speed is really not slow." For the first time in the Pathway, the Gaudem seems to have praised his human teammates. "The good days are over, 'miser'...... Someday, the 'King of Soldiers' will steal all your work. ”

"Is it just him? You'd better save it. Hughgut replied dismissively as he marched swiftly toward his destination.

Following Ah Hong and Ou Jifeng to advance steadily in the canyon, the 'God Devourer' laughed evilly, but it did not affect the rapid operation of his upper limb tentacles on the tactical computer.

He obtained the analysis image that Kramer had just recorded, used the environmental unit in the computer to quickly compile a set of parameters for the sand and gravel data so that they could be filtered and filtered from the image, and then used the basic data of thermal remote sensing and spectral recognition, combined with the powerful computing ability of the tactical computer, to dynamically simulate Kramer's blurred horizon in real time.

The data was continuously sent to Kramer's screen through the team's high-frequency pathway, and in the simulated restored horizon, he could now fully identify the specific situation of the battle below the cliff.

The two sides engaged in a fierce battle in a crooked narrow strip of the canyon, and at one end of the Kezmia position, a huge semicircular force field shield was supported, and they were outnumbered, about seven or eight hundred people, most of them wore old-fashioned Silver Alliance outer space pressurized combat suits, and wore heavy breathing apparatus with long tubes in tow.

It is unbelievable that on this death planet in an extremely harsh environment, the slightest mistake will die without a place to be buried, and they are still charging in waves, under the cover of friendly fire, breaking away from the protection of the shield, and braving the dense flow of weapon energy of the opponent to rush towards the enemy position.

At the other end of the canyon bend, hundreds of meters away, dozens of mercenaries were on the defensive, taking advantage of the terrain and the power of their weapons to deliver a devastating blow to the Kezmia charging party.

Some of them had been shattered by the old beam weapons in the hands of the Kezmians, and some of them were already covered in paint, but they were still proudly charging and killing the Kezmians who had rushed out of their positions to attack them.

Kramer stared and found that dozens of human soldiers' corpses had fallen in the battlefield below, and there were casualties on the part of the mercenary army. Several corpses were dragged to the rear of the position, along with the seriously wounded soldiers who were unable to fight, and several corpses of terrestrial fishskin men were piled up in front of the field as meat shield bunkers to withstand the depleted uranium bullets of the Kezmians.

Kramer knew that unlike the five to seven men of other small operational formations, the mercenary regiment that came with the ship this time had a relatively large number of members in three squadrons with positional warfare functions.

They are mostly made up of strong races that are good at assault, and are armed with large offensive weapons, and six of them are undoubtedly the largest in number. The team is composed entirely of Barekas and Fishskins, and is led by the Legion's most brave and combative breeding warrior, the Terrestrial Fishskin Surge, and the mercenary legions have always carried out major missions, almost without exception, with the six teams as the main force.

After repelling another round of human attacks, the mercenaries launched a powerful offensive of a dozen terrestrial fishskins in front of their own position, and they lined up horizontally, each armed with heavy electromagnetic rifles, and slowly moved forward to launch a ball of spherical shaped electromagnetic bombs at the Kezmian position.

Dozens of bombs designed to destroy the force field shield landed on the human semi-circular shield and exploded violently, the huge electromagnetic wave almost completely enveloped the shield, and after the circular force field flashed, it began to collapse inward. The Kezmians, on the other hand, used their colors to pour their dense fire on the fishskin men exposed to the bends of the canyon.

After the small personal force field shield they wore with them was consumed by hundreds of bullets, the rough-skinned terrestrial fishskin people held on for a while, until the rifle in their hands ran out of ammunition before slowly retreating.

At this time, their bodies were riddled with holes from the incomparably hard depleted uranium catapult, and some of the fishskin people had green blood all over their bodies, and they staggered back to the back of the formation, and were urgently treated by the medical soldiers of the team without saying a word.

At this moment, Kramer was surprised to find that the Kezmian force field shield gradually stopped flickering, and it gradually expanded and returned to its original state, which also announced the complete failure of this round of attacks that were almost exchanged for the lives of a dozen fishskins.

At this time, Ah Hong and the remaining three team members have come to the rear of the position of the sixth team, through reconfirmation with the command, he learned that the original task of the team and the seventh and ninth teams that secretly cooperate with the operation has been temporarily terminated, and the cooperation with the sixth team to carry out the attack has become the current task, the battlefield command is granted by the command to the surge, the previous silent path has been opened one by one, and the battlefield information of him and the team members has been successfully connected with the sixth team.

"Why are you here?" Watching the surge pair turn back from the front of the position, the friends who rushed to the aid immediately questioned loudly, although Ah Hong and the surge have different blood clans, they are both the first batch of cultivated warriors secretly created by the Zhenwei company, and they have lived in the same dormitory during the training at the 'execution ground' base, and the two have known each other for a long time and have a very good friendship.

"The 'executioner''s bastard plan, who can guess this old boy's scheming, where they arranged for me to go, and where do I have to go?" Surge threw away the Remington tactical shotgun in his hand and pulled out a plasma rifle from the support box, rolling his eyes and pointing his finger at the sky, as if he felt that Hong's question was strange.

"I thought that this time I would not let you guys out." Ah Hong grinned, he seemed to only smile in front of his old brothers, and even the joker Ou Jifeng next to him was not common.

"Pull it down, if you think you and your bunch of fish cakes alone can save the hostages, you must be arrogant that your dick can squeeze through the crotch. If we don't smoke the rats out for you, how can you save the hostages while eating frog cake? ”