I don't know if it was out of trust in me, but Sylvia seemed to have foreseen this moment. While I was meditating on the spell, she had already set up her uniform, her sword and spear hanging upright, and she was meticulous all over her body. When the captain opened the door and invited, she strode out the door without saying a word. Standing in the middle of the crew that welcomed her, her back was tall and straight like a general.

She looked back at me, and I waved her hand for her to go first, and I followed. My mission is almost complete, and the rest of the battlefield is her stage.

The partition wall between the rooms had been welded, and I had to go back to my room. I took off my officer's uniform, put on my soldier's combat uniform, put on my green carapace armor, put on my helmet of the same color, and took my usual weapons and equipment from the psionic space. I no longer look like an officer, but an ordinary soldier of the Imperial Guard—only a little too luxurious in weaponry compared to ordinary soldiers.

When I first joined the army, I also liked to wear the unusual psionic robes to the battlefield, but that outfit was too easy to provoke enemy snipers and heavy firepower. My strength is increasing day by day, my equipment is getting better and better, and I can basically ignore the damage of individual weapons with the help of psionic shields and force field shields, but my courage is getting smaller and smaller, and I rarely dare to be directly exposed to artillery fire.

I carried a flame gun in my hand, a horrific amount of promethium fuel canisters stuffed in my uncovered backpack, more than a dozen frag grenades on my belt and shoulder straps, a power sword and a chainsaw sword on either side of my waist, and a hell pistol and an explosive pistol in holsters on both thighs. There are no extra weapon mounts on my body, and most of my private collection of weapons in the space has not been taken out. With these weapons alone, I can easily deal with large groups of light infantry such as Chaos heretic cannon fodder in narrow terrain, and if I encounter a more difficult opponent such as the Chaos Space Marine, I have to use psionic means, and I am not sure that I can defeat the well-armed and experienced elite in close combat.

In the later battle, no matter what genius tactics the young female captain would come up with, it would never be possible for the transport ship to be used against a regular warship, and it would certainly be inevitable to jump the strings when the time came. I had to be fully prepared for the upcoming battle.

In the hallway, the crew had each put on their naval uniforms, and although most of them were shabby, and most of them had no rank, they had already given the crew members who used to look like the walking dead basically soldiers. The ship had not experienced war for at least a hundred years, and all of them had no combat experience, and the fear of death barely awakened their courage to fight, but it did not really boost their morale. I also know that the kind of commander who makes people have a fanatical morale when they go to war for the first time is only in legends.

But the weapons in their hands make me a little envious. Many were armed with shotguns, a simple-to-use weapon that could be simply terrifying in a cramped space against unprotected soldiers, even more terrifying than a flamethrower. There were also quite a few grenade launchers, and there were people with the same flame guns as me. Some of those with the rank of non-commissioned officer even possess hot melt guns and plasma rifles, which are extremely rare weapons for the Defence Force. As for the sentry mechs that were originally used as transport tools, the configuration was even more luxurious, and those individual heavy weapons that were supposed to be equipped with heavy weapons squads could lightly allow lone tanks to come and go, or sweep the infantry in the corridor with a rainstorm of bullets. I feel a little distressed to see these sophisticated weapons being held in the hands of a group of rookies - what a waste!

Where are so many good weapons on a small transport ship? Did they temporarily misappropriate the goods, or did they take them out of the transported goods over the years? It is no wonder that when our defense forces receive ordnance, there are often fewer physical items than on the list, and it is no wonder that there is a special term called "drifting" in transportation.........

In normal times, I would definitely go to the military department for this, but now, I wish they were drifting as much as possible. Compared to the Navy's background, I don't have enough inventory in my personal space.

At this time, I found a very strict problem, I originally changed my outfit to be less eye-catching, but now I am still the most conspicuous one in the middle of a group of naval uniforms...... And it seems to be the only one equipped with armor. Unfortunately, there was no time to change.

The bridge was not very large, and at this time it was already crowded with captains and lieutenants, around a three-dimensional projector in the center listening to their captain explain tactics. When they saw me squeeze in, they looked puzzled, wondering why there were soldiers in the officers' meetings—and not theirs.

I waved at them, "Go on, leave me alone." ”

Major Sylvia straightened up in front of the projector and stared at me with wide eyes for a long time before recognizing me, "Lieutenant Colonel, are you ...... now?" ”

"I think what you need now are veterans who can lead you on the front lines, not lay officers who dictate." I raised my hand in salute.

The major raised his hand in return, with a sincere smile on his high-spirited face, "But after all, you are also a chief of staff, and you don't have the right to decide, but at least give me some advice." ”

Is this a polite politeness or a genuine request for advice? She won't become dependent after I helped her once, will she? This does not bode well.

Although I kept saying that I couldn't be a layman commanding an insider, I didn't know if it was out of curiosity or officer instinct when I faced the projector.

I could understand military maps, no matter how complex and abstract they were, but the images projected by the projection device in front of me were beyond my comprehension. The images are not abstract symbols, they look more like miniature real scenes, but my understanding of maps is limited to the plane, the three-dimensional battlefield in front of me......

Well, if I look closely, I can still make out the outlines of the three ships in the image. Two of them were almost next to each other, in one corner of the spherical projection, and the other was clearly the transport ship I was on, and it looked very far away, and the battlefield was littered with large and small rocks - the so-called asteroid belt, the small ones looked like drifting sand, and the large ones were several times larger than the battleship. If I had a scale, I would have been able to understand the current state of affairs on the battlefield.

It seemed like a perfect ambush scene, and deep down in my heart the hunter's nature and habit of military adventure began to kick in.

I spoke my thoughts in exchange for a bunch of disdainful looks.

Sylvia patiently explained, "If we had a warship, it would be easy to launch a sneak attack, and a sidestring salvo of more than ten light spears would still have a decent hit rate even at this distance. But we are a transport ship, and we only have two light spears, and they are light spears mounted on the hull. We were close to a light-second apart, and we were not sure of a hit. ”

Light spears are large laser cannons used as naval guns, and the smallest models are much more powerful than the most powerful volcanic guns in the Defense Forces, and warships can often have more than ten guns on one side. The side-chord spear has a lot of room to rotate like a tank turret, but if it is equipped on the hull, you can only move the hull to do so, which is very inconvenient and requires you to start the engine. We must now extinguish the thrusters to hide ourselves, and if we want to sneak attack, we don't have to wait for the fire to be fired, just the thrusters are enough to expose ourselves, and maybe we haven't aimed well yet, and the salvo of more than a dozen guns on the other side has already hit.

The distance is almost 300,000 kilometers, and I have fought on the ground for so many years, and the fastest rapid march I have ever carried out is only 60 kilometers in half a day, and I have lost almost all my heavy weapons and baggage for this purpose. In the navy, I'm really better to talk less.

"But even if you don't sneak attack, if you get close to the past, you still need to activate the thrusters, right? Do we have a chance of a successful connection? "I questioned.

"After starting, there is some hope for not firing, directly accelerating into the depths of the asteroid group, and using the asteroid to avoid artillery fire." She said.

One captain added: "But we don't have an attitude control device, so we can only change the course by changing the thruster output, which is far less flexible than a battleship, and if we enter the asteroid belt, it is easy to crash." ”

"yes......" Sylvia sighed.

"Did you discuss anything before I arrived?"

Everyone sighed together, and Sylvia pointed to the projector, "Just a little introduction to the battlefield." ”

The shelling is difficult, the string is dangerous, and you didn't have any constructive comments during the time I was changing my clothes.