Every warrior's physique is far superior to that of ordinary soldiers, even those soldiers of the Caesar Empire who have grown up drinking genetically modified agents since birth cannot compare to any of Bai Zhi's warriors.

The strong physique can withstand the more intense airborne harrow, and the extremely fast descent speed makes it difficult for the ground defense system to hit any target.

Large and small, all kinds of airborne units poke out funnel-like holes in the sky.

Almost all of the fighters in single-person jet backpacks dragged the sky full of crimson tailitis, and the huge number of them made normal people suffer from dense phobia.

In just a few minutes, meteors fell fiercely on the ground full of panic with the power of smashing through the ground.

The firepower network formed by the intertwined ground defense weapons in the sky is still amusefully powerless to hang in the sky at this time.

Chaos opens, and the symphony of blood and iron resounds in my heart for the first time.

The most important military unit in Forkstein is the huge logistics center, with the logistics center as the core, each military camp is located on the ground, the troops on the front line are resting in turn, and the recruits who are replenished in the rear are all around the logistics center to complete the rest in Forkstein.

Even now, after the great loss of vitality, Faulkestein has not yet restored all the functional buildings of the past, but the total number of soldiers per day still exceeds 500,000.

The place where Bai Zhi commanded the troops to land was surrounded by the entire logistics center.

The number of airborne units in the sky seems to be huge, but the total number of soldiers is only more than 4,000 points, except for the necromantic troops that are directly airborne in the satellite control center, the other more than 3,000 people are surrounded in the middle of the entire logistics center.

Surrounded by 500,000 people with 3,000 people, the arrogance is unbelievable!

The transport spacecraft responsible for transporting the vehicles returned in the rain of fire, with thirteen warships as the core, and several thousand ground attack planes completed the first stage of suppression of the ground forces at the same time.

The troops of more than 3,000 people, with a squad of 100 people as a unit, drove the vehicles like bulls, followed by the armored soldiers who were running wildly, and inserted themselves into the garrison areas one by one in a very unreasonable posture when the ground defenders were suppressed and beaten by the first round of aerial suppression.

The warriors who have absorbed all the hidden consciousness of the gene seeds, and have been transformed into another person by almost the combat skills, the will to fight, the rock-like faith, and the combat instinct that has been fighting for centuries are simply beyond the imagination of ordinary people!

Even the most seasoned soldiers are no different from three-year-olds in the eyes of this group of Space Marines who have not yet completed all the transformations.

A hundred-man squad, as long as it grasps the opportunity, the speed of the assault that almost amazes the wind will make any enemy lose the will to resist.

The squad that penetrated into the enemy formation turned slightly, like the toothed blades of a meat grinder, layer by layer, piece by piece, section by section, constantly cutting flesh and blood from the garrison troops.

Piercing, piercing, constantly piercing, with Bai Zhi's style of combat, so that the thirty squads are almost connected from end to end, little by little, but quickly and abnormally cutting the entire garrison.

Constantly spinning, constantly squeezing inward, often the front team left behind a breakdown of fear and walked away, leaving only a majestic and breathless war cry that no one could understand.

And the next team of 100 people is already in sight.

Sandwiched between the Space Marines squad, there are also ten offbeat hundred-man squads, all dressed in rudimentary armor, carrying improvised life support systems, and even the thin layer of armor that has been structurally damaged after passing through the atmosphere.

However, these green-skinned monsters have surpassed ordinary space marines in height alone, and most of the scars left on their bodies through the atmosphere have even recovered in this short period of time.

These Ork barbarians, these war machines controlled by Bai Zhi, dullly crashed into the defense lines, but all the rudimentary weapons brought no less destructive power than the Space Marines.

Breaking down, crying, going crazy, and lifeless, it doesn't make the slightest difference between the rotational troops who stayed on leave in Faulkestein and the recruits who are on the battlefield for the first time.

The constant distress messages from the peripheral troops were sent to the logistics center command like snowflakes.

The young commander, who had just taken office, was numb in his hands and feet at this time, and he had no way to help at all.

In addition to a large number of logistics personnel, the logistics center also has an elite corps stationed in Fokkerstan, a variety of near-long-range defensive weapons that are secretly distributed and can cover half of Fokkerstan, and several warehouses full of weapons and equipment that can arm an army of one million people twice.

However, there is no chance that these will be used!

As early as the moment of the airborne landing, the logistics center had already destroyed the entire control system, the communication center, the central control brain, the backup logistics network, and so on, all of which were destroyed by those demons.

Those demons, those powerful warriors who should not exist in this world.

The young commander looked up and looked at the screen in front of him, which showed several huge figures in black armor.

The scarlet eyes, the skull paint that makes people break out in a cold sweat, the old style of ornamentation, and the rough style of armor are completely different from the exquisite armor that is popular now, but with a savage and hideous meaning.

Only a few people, maybe dozens, no! It should be hundreds, but wouldn't it take thousands or even tens of thousands of people to cause such a huge wreath?

Whatever they are, they can't be flesh and blood! What to do? What are you going to do?

With a clang, the door to the command room was violently kicked off.

The nearly three-meter-high alloy gate flew in front of the young commander's eyes in a whirlwind, and with a gust of wind, it slammed into the wall facing the gate.

A tall figure bent down into the three-meter-high doorway, and a pair of blood-colored eyes that made people lose their courage looked at the young commander who was trembling all over.

The emotionless electronic synthesized sound sounded in the ears of the young commander, making the young man with great ambitions snort and collapse to the ground weakly.

"In the name of the Great Human Emperor, I now order you to order all troops to surrender to our Emperor! You, there's five seconds left to think about it! ”

The black hole was almost the size of the young commander's head, and the muzzle of the gun was against the top of his head.

Feeling the scorching heat of the muzzle that almost burned his scalp, he looked at the cold, blood-colored eyes without the slightest emotion.

The young commander, whose soul and body had endured the two heavens of ice and fire, inevitably collapsed.

"Don't kill me! I surrender, surrender, everyone surrenders, please, I promise whatever you say! ”