The Lagrange spaceport can be described as boiling and surging. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

A mysterious junk ship attacks the space station where the court-martials are located, rescuing Grayfaman, the leader of the largest resistance group in Spaceport, from the outside.

In this terrorist incident, Lieutenant General Watanabe, deputy commander of the base army unit, Colonel Ikeda of the fleet gendarmerie, and other senior officers were victimized. Plus the suicide of the Imperial liaison officer at the base, and the absence of the main force of the fleet in the harbor. The leaderless Imperial Army was thrown into chaos, a state of affairs that exacerbated the chaos in the spaceport.

The staff officers of the remaining troops only informed the Expeditionary Fleet Command with this news, hoping to send competent senior cadres to help stabilize the situation in the spaceport.

This is a telegram sent jointly to the main force after discussion. The reality is more serious than the description. In the port area, the Imperial Army lacks space combat power, at most troop carriers and shuttles, and their greatest reliance, a large number of infantry forces, needs to be constantly delivered to the various space stations and port facilities where riots are taking place through the only spacecraft. The Resistance took advantage of their familiarity with the geography of the port area to disrupt the passage of the port area, which greatly delayed the deployment of Imperial forces in the troubled area. The Imperial Army had a military superiority in air power, but transportation became a bottleneck for them to use their advantages.

The Resistance was originally stronger than the Imperial Army expected. In just two days, no less than 20 terrorist attacks are known to have been directly planned by the bandit leader Grefaman, involving more than 50,000 people in the spaceport.

All the defectors were under suspicion, and the Imperial Army had no choice but to clear all the people of the solar system who were working in key positions. As a result, staff are stretched thin and work efficiency is low.

On that day, the Heavy Infantry Wing of Naoki Ohki, a senior soldier of the 11th Guards Division of the Imperial Army, was ordered to go to Dock No. 3 to suppress the rebellion.

He was slipped out of the bar by Jun Cao Ti, and he was very embarrassed. As a strong imperial warrior, fighting is his vocation, and he naturally won't complain about anything to Juncao. It's just that the sobering pills are a little too uncomfortable. After eating, the strange feeling of not sleeping for several days, but being extremely awake, made him swear that he would rather die than experience it a second time.

The Devil-class troop carrier is the standard transport ship of the Imperial infantry. In the era of space colonization, the Army's mission has long since moved beyond the planet's surface to include space stations, space facilities, asteroids, and even meteorites. As an indispensable means of transportation, troop carriers are known for their heavy armor and huge carrying capacity. Although the carrying capacity is strong, it does not mean that it will be comfortable to stay inside. Dressed in tight-fitting load-resistant suits, he was crammed into a huge cargo compartment with a large amount of equipment. There are all kinds of batteries, ammunition, laser crystals and other explosives piled up. Whenever the troop carrier makes a large maneuver, temporarily stacks, and simply fixes these dangerous goods, it will emit a grinding sound that makes people's teeth sore. The pilot who cursed in his heart could even open the effect of the war zone inside the calm port area. The siren sounded, which was a signal to inform all the heavy infantry of their attire. Drilling into the reinforced exoskeleton nearly 3 meters high, with the click of the electromagnetic buckle, the body is filled with a buffer liquid similar to accelerator. The system began to self-test, and Naoki Oki was busy testing the functions of the various parts of the exoskeleton.

As the most elite hoplite of the Empire, strict and efficient pre-war preparation has become his instinct to eat and drink. In less than 5 minutes, the combat readiness was completed. The heavy infantry stood up, and the heavy infantry cannon it held could easily tear through the body of lightly armored targets, and even threatened heavily armored all-terrain combat vehicles.

At this time, worry, fear and other emotional factors were put aside, and he quickly completed psychological adjustment and became a killing machine on standby.

A large lateral acceleration struck, which was the result of the troop carrier's drastic adjustment of course and attitude. Even with the power of the strengthened exoskeleton, Naoki Oki still failed to secure himself. The steel bodies of the heavy infantry slammed into the walls of the warehouse like stones. With the help of the buffer, he was still shocked and almost vomited blood. A dark shadow slammed into his location. He subconsciously flipped away, only to hear the sound of a water balloon bursting in the spot just now. Turning his head, he saw a shapeless puddle of flesh and blood. Only the fragments of the load-bearing suit, and a small half of the surviving vertebrae, declare that this was once a human body. Under the huge acceleration, the soldiers who did not have time to enter the enhanced exoskeleton were all spared, and all of them became puddles of bloody mud, sticking to the various places of the troop carrier. And the heavy infantry who successfully entered the reinforced exoskeleton and did not have time to fill the buffer were not spared. From the outside, there is nothing unusual about this mighty iron guy, except that the humans who drive them have long since become flesh and mud, filling the inside of the exoskeleton.

Only then did Naoki Oki realize that something was wrong. Spaceport became a war zone. It's not that the rebels don't have the power to fight in the universe, it seems that the intelligence services are as unreliable as ever.

The catastrophe was not over, the troop carrier's cargo hold cracked, and he was sucked into space along with countless cargoes. The exoskeleton is airtight and radiation-proof, so he can survive in space. It's just that he lacks the necessary spacewalk equipment, and he can't control his fate for the time being, except for dancing.

The piercing alarms continued. In front of his eyes, a huge hull had just skimmed the wreckage of the troop carrier. This is the initiator, it is it that knocks the demon class apart. The behemoth hull of the ship, in his eyes, resembled a huge mountain range, which was used as a weapon.

At a glance, only a small section could be seen. The void was littered with floating combat equipment and heavy infantry. There was a mess in the communication loop, and it was hard to hear who was saying what. The squadron leader must have been killed, and perhaps the squad leaders are also gone. After all, the commanders were the last to be dressed, and with the posture just now, no officers on this ship would survive.

After recovering from the initial shock, the uncomfortable energy brought by the sobering pill was long gone. He began to think about how to save himself.

Targeted training on how to fight in a vacuum had been conducted before, so he did not panic. It's just that the equipment is wrong, and the inability to move suspended in a vacuum makes him nerve-wracking. The collision warning shows that there is a high-speed object coming behind you. He curled up and spun in a clockwise direction, raising his cannon as he faced a half-uncontrollable reinforced exoskeleton in which it was clear that the human had long since died. At the current rate, if he collides with it, even with light armor, the exoskeleton will not be able to withstand it, and it will be a mortal end for him. Ignoring the pushing effect of the recoil, he opened fire on the fragments. The bright red line of fire instantly pierced through the void and hit the fragment, and he himself accelerated backwards due to the reaction force.

The memory of the past reminded him that in the universe, there is no point in firing like this. The right thing to do is to fire at the vertical void to deflect him from the wreckage's impact path. In a hurry, how did you forget it. He hurriedly curled up and turned about 90 degrees, trying to fire into the void directly in front of him.

The previous attack shattered the wreckage, but it did not stop the fragments from moving forward. His movements were too slow to dodge. Subconsciously, he raised his arm to protect his face. The fragment knife cut through the armor of his forearm as if it were butter, and he felt no pain. It's just that the field of vision becomes an undirected tumbling. On the helmet projection screen, red letters kept popping out, indicating that the body was seriously damaged. Naoki Oki can see the starry sky, the wreckage area, and the space station alternately in front of him.

What's wrong with me, why doesn't it hurt, where are my hands and feet? Why can't I feel the presence of the body? As he rolled, he saw a headless heavy infantry whirling in place, and then the world went dark and knew nothing.