The Marines, commonly known as the "machine gunners", are the main fighting arms of the Tren people, and they are also the "famous" cannon fodder with the lowest cost and the highest mortality rate on the battlefield.

Although it is not wrong to say that they are cannon fodder, but this is for StarCraft, a high-tech interstellar war plane, although the machine gunners seem to be vulnerable in front of the claw acid of the alien zerg and the light blade thunder wave of the Star Spirit God Clan, but they are also equipped with turbocharging devices that can adapt to various harsh cosmic environments and can lift ten tons of heavy objects. And the heavy exoskeleton armor with a defensive power equivalent to 130mm homogeneous steel plates, if you add the depleted uranium core warhead C-14 electromagnetic rifle in the hands of the Marines and the military excitement/excitation/agent, any machine gunner placed in the mainstream American plane, if not the existence of sweeping thousands of troops, at least in the vast majority of science fiction planes, has enough self-protection ability. Zombie monster robots or something, it's not enough to see at all. When the number of machine gunners is large enough, not to mention the space battleship, alien monsters or something, even the "gods" will still kill you.

At this time, the main force of the Autonomous Alliance on this planet is a mixture of 1,500 marines, 55 variant siege tanks, a formation of vulture chariots, and 20 Viking robots that can freely switch between robot form and fighter form, supplemented by a small number of Marauders, Reapers, Banshee fighters, hungry wolf chariots, and Thor mechas.

Such a force is naturally not worth mentioning in the vast interstellar war, and it can't even make a small splash, but if it is used to deal with a group of space pirates who don't even have heavy weapons. The number of poor mercenaries is even smaller. It's really a bit like killing chickens with a knife. At least the commander of this unit. That's what Colonel Osborne thinks, if it weren't for the ghost agent team sent out before being wiped out inexplicably. He didn't take those ninth-rate little bastards to heart at all, and as for the intelligence providers who sent them to the door by themselves, he rewarded them with a few small sums of money at most, and let them roll as far as they could.

But now Colonel Osborne has completely corrected his mentality, and for no other reason, he still has 100% trust in the abilities of his most capable subordinate, Ghost Agent Carmela. She even gave her the right to launch the only Apocalypse-class tactical nuclear bomb deployed by the Autonomous Alliance on the planet. Colonel Osborne trusted Carmella as much as he trusted his left hand

However, this nuclear bomb has entered the stage of launch activation not long ago, then there is only one possibility, Carmela encountered a situation that may threaten the dominance of the Autonomous Alliance on this planet, and what is even more incredible is that this nuclear bomb was actually prevented in the final preparation stage for launch, and communication with Carmela was completely cut off, and Colonel Osborne, a veteran who had experienced hundreds of battles of all sizes, suddenly felt a strong uneasiness, so he ordered the troops to pour out, He even brought with him a few mercenary traitors who were self-proclaimed by Mao Sui, and his purpose was only one, to nip in the bud all sources of possible turmoil.

"Sir. Ahead is the place where Carmela Shaozo last sent the signal. "Colonel Osborne, sitting in a Thor mech, has just received a report from his scouts.

"I know that it's not been long before the battle has just begun, and they don't have transportation. You won't be able to run far, contact the base to explore the radar to thoroughly scan this area, be sure not to let go of even a mouse, and then notify the vulture chariot troops and the Viking robot troops to surround this place, I want to catch turtles in an urn! ”

The most important feature of the Tren Terran forces is their uniformity, swiftness and efficiency, and after receiving orders from Colonel Osborne, the fastest Viking fighters and vulture chariots surrounded the area from the perimeter in a circle. The widow mines laid by the vulture chariots and the high-altitude view of the warplanes make everything in this area hidden.

"Report to the Colonel, suspicious structures have been found!"

Receiving the intelligence images sent back by the fighter plane, Colonel Osborne suddenly felt dizzy

"What the hell is this TM ~~~?"

On the display screen, three strange buildings suddenly appeared, not Terran style, not Zerg style, not even Protoss style, if you have to describe it, it is more like a garbage dump made of wood, bones, and a lot of scrap copper and rotten iron.

But the Scout can vouch for it with his head, and just a few hours ago there were absolutely no buildings the size of a factory.

"It doesn't matter what that pile of is, it doesn't matter how it ended up here, Viking troops, blow it up for me!"

“Yessir~~~！”

The sound of mechanical friction sounded, and the fighter plane, which was originally flying well in mid-air, had changed into a mechanical giant more than ten meters high when it landed, their mechanical arms began to rotate, and the missile nests located on their shoulders had all been opened, and the next moment, hundreds of short-range missiles and 40mm caliber electromagnetic machine guns rained down a rain of death on the target.

Just as Colonel Osborne crossed his arms and prepared to enjoy a spectacular fireworks display, a change occurred

At the top of one of the garbage dump buildings, there stood a Caucasian girl in a white single skirt and snow-skinned silver hair, only to see that her shoulders were suddenly abnormally swollen, as if two oversized heads had grown, and on the surface of the "lump" grew a black hard shell similar to a beetle, and finally these two "lumps" were opened like insect elytra, but inside were not membranous wings, but dense biological missiles like sunflower seeds, these were only the thickness of a fountain pen, The bio-fuel-propelled bio-missiles were fully launched, dragging out a white snake-like tail smoke and drawing a series of weirdly curved ballistics in the air, intercepting all the short-range missiles launched by Viking robots in the sky.

But in addition to missiles, there were also large-caliber artillery shells that rained down like a lot. The White Maiden's biological missiles are precise and efficient. But it doesn't work on "bullet rain". At this time, a giant sweater who was covered in European-style classical heavy armor and two meters away suddenly rushed out from behind the "garbage mountain", and saw him holding a rectangular tower shield full of spikes and sticking it diagonally on the ground, shouting "Ultimate protection!" ”

The next moment, something extremely strange happened, like a raindrop of bullets, as if captured by some super powerful electromagnetic field, the trajectory changed and flew along the arc towards the rectangular tower shield in the hands of the armored giant Khan. From time to time, the body of the giant sweat burst out with a cloud of light that was turned on by defensive skills, "breaking the cauldron and sinking the boat", "shield wall". "Walls of Flesh"

A small human being, at this time, is like an indestructible Great Wall. And the bullet warhead that hit the shield surface and lost its kinetic energy and fell to the ground also piled up into a considerable hill in a very short time.

The devastating blow unleashed by twenty Viking robots was unbelievably defused by these two little humans. This scene suddenly made Colonel Osborne's forehead bruise, and he forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and squeezed out two cold words from the corners of his mouth

"Offensive on all fronts"

The Tren army has long been accustomed to fighting the crazy and weird alien Zerg, the arrogant and gorgeous Protoss Star Spirit, although the opponent's fighting style is strange, but it is not enough to dampen their fighting spirit, let alone make them afraid.

No matter how powerful the skill. Weapons cannot be used forever. Even the most advanced battlecruisers, the most powerful Star Spirit Templars, could be overwhelmed by the low-level forces of the opposing sea, which is a valuable lesson that humanity has learned from the Xenomorphs at the cost of countless blood.

When fifteen hundred Marines began to fire a salvo with electromagnetic rifles, there were no tricks to deal with, unless

Unless the opponent also has an army of the same size

"What the hell is this TMD"

Colonel Osborne's mouth was wide open, and he let the half-burning cigar fall onto his trousers, making a burning sound.

Under the gaze of all the soldiers of the Autonomous Alliance, the doors of the three dilapidated garbage buildings suddenly opened, and the next moment, a line of T800 Terminator robots, holding high-barreled Vulcan cannons, stepped into the battlefield with neat and heavy steps. The cold appearance of a silver skeleton, the pair of scarlet electronic eyes were connected, like a blood-colored starry sky

That's right, those three ugly buildings like garbage heaps are the "pocket factories" of efficient battlefield skills that almost every mechanic profession will find to learn and master.

PocketFactory (Mutation Skill): A mechanic-exclusive skill that places a simple factory on the ground that can be folded and compressed, and when expanded, it will automatically produce mechanical warriors. As the skill level increases, the type, quantity, and speed of robots that can be produced can be gradually increased.

Note: This skill has been mutated, and there is a general probability that elite individuals can be produced, a small probability of boss individuals, and a very small probability of hidden or mutated individuals can be produced during the mass production of robots.

The old goblin tinkerer's gold coin is not at all as useless as he claims to be, although the pocket factory released by this old guy is surprisingly ugly, just like the old goblin man, but everyone has never seen a pocket factory that can produce such a large number of mechanical soldiers in such a short period of time, and looking at the old goblin with a lewd and treacherous smile, it is obvious that he has hidden I don't know how much, and the previous sentence, "Leave the frontal battlefield to me" The words are really not bragging. Although the Terminator T800 equipped with Vulcan cannons is inferior to machine gunners in both attack and defense, that is, a large number of marines, three or five T800s are not necessarily the opponent of a marine, but the number and overall firepower of the positional battle, the number of T800s here is definitely not less than that of the other party, plus there are still pocket factories that are still producing T800, and the Lin side is almost sure to win this battle.

At least for now.

(To be continued......)