"Only eleven Holquila escaped? Half less than expected. It seems that the man is not very easy to deal with. Sue thought. His eyes roamed over the battle map, simulating and calculating the combat effectiveness of both sides.

At the moment, he is sitting in a semi-underground bunker, which has been specially processed and has considerable protective power. As with any field command post, the layout here is simple. Hand-drawn maps of operations are spread out on tables made of several ammunition boxes. The temporary map is not very detailed, but any deviations can be corrected by Sue himself. In the bunker, a Holquila lay like a dog, waiting for an order to take a closer step...... On the other side of the wall, there was a dense patch of hundreds of Regunas. Even if it's just an ordinary wild bee, this number is alarming enough, not to mention that they are lined up in a very neat queue pattern?

In the other corner of the bunker, three skeletons were placed. It was originally three red-robed warriors, who were dragged to the forward base by Holquila, and after Su took enough samples, they became food for biological weapons. Originally, there were four samurai, but one of them, Holquila, met the young man in black and not only lost the body of the red-robed samurai, but also put himself in it......

The unexpectedly strong black robe made Su feel a little headache for the first time. However, the war has only just begun, and the time for a decisive battle is far from coming. Just look at the hundreds of Regunas on the walls. Su thought for a moment, and the blue light in his eyes flickered, and the two hundred Reguna received the order, flew out of the wall, and then scattered into the rainforest. For the next three days, their main task is to forage and reproduce, and then get a new generation of Reguna to report back...... The newly spawned Reguna has been buffed in speed and toxicity, and has added a tail spike that sprays farther away. The cost was a significant reduction in defense and the elimination of long-range communication capabilities. In other words, it's an aggressive miniature version of Reguna.

As for Holquila, his combat power has been reduced by about half compared to the full version, but the only thing that has not been reduced is intelligence. Unlike the miniature Reguna, if it survives, it will accumulate experience and skills in battle, resulting in better combat effectiveness...... If it weren't for the unique control genes of biological weapons, in fact, Holquila could have formed its own civilization.

Su remembered the mutant wolf with rudimentary intelligence he had seen outside the base, or it could be seen as the prototype of Holquila.

In the other corner of the bunker, crouched a Tunguska warhawk, its feathers covered in blood and its eyes full of fear. This is another war eagle that has fallen into Holquila's trap, the difference is that this time Holquila's mission is to capture ...... alive Now it can still fly, and it is not restrained, but it does not dare to move at all, and can only huddle in the corner of the bunker, waiting for its fate. Not to mention Sue or the lazy, well-behaved Holquila, even the more than a hundred Regunas left on the wall can gnaw it to the bone at any time.

Sue spread out a sticky note on the map and scribbled a text message. Then he walked up to the Tunguska Warhawk, sealed the message in the sealed box on its chest, patted the eagle on the head, and said in the standard imperial Chinese: "Bring this letter to the Red Grand Duke......"

Although the intelligence of the Tunguska Warhawk is far inferior to that of Holquila, it is also intelligent, at least it can understand the imperial Chinese. It nodded, indicating that it had received orders. Naturally, things will not be so simple, once it leaves the bunker, who knows where it will fly. So Sue called over a few Regunas, and these bee-sized creatures burrowed into the feathers on the back of the Tunguska Warhawk and pinned themselves to its body. Warhawks have seen Reguna's ability to tackle the toughest, and these guys can make holes in the hardest of rocks...... Once it doesn't obey orders, the end will be broken into ** by these Reguna and eat up the internal organs!

Seeing the war eagle go away, Su returned to the bunker. He didn't expect the text message to have any effect, because it was a letter of surrender. If you want to rely on a few dry words like 'the longer the time drags on, the more doomed your defeat will be', if you can persuade or dissuade the Red Grand Duke, then it will really be hell. Even if Su knew that he was telling the truth.

However, when the letter reaches the Red Grand Duke, Sue will know where Canossa is......

But now is not the time to think about Canossa, because at the edge of the panorama the vanguard of the Imperial Suppression Army has already appeared.

At a distance of a kilometer, several generals looked at the layers of fortifications not far away, and couldn't help but look at each other. They had long been accustomed to chasing and fighting on a vast battlefield, and how had they ever seen such a large and meticulous defensive position? More than 600 freedfolk warriors walked in and stood scattered behind the generals, not at all in any formation...... They had taken shortcuts and climbed over the mountains, so the supply baggage was still slowly wriggling on the road more than a hundred kilometers away.

Looking at the scattered fortifications built on the opposite side by relying on the terrain, the generals inexplicably felt a palpitation.

After a deep sigh, one of the generals waved his hand fiercely towards the position ahead. Nearly a hundred fighters broke away from the line and cautiously began to move towards the defensive positions. It was only after walking to a distance of nearly six hundred meters that it stopped......

A few sounds unique to sniper rifles rang out from the defensive positions, but the whirling bullets did not yield any results. With nearly a second of reaction time, the fighters are able to dodge the moves. It was an inexperienced young man, and the old soldier next to him also threw him to the ground and let him escape. Next, thirty of these fighters, who were obviously larger than the others, took out one by one kilogram of extra-large grenades from their backpacks, and then shouted wildly and began to charge, rushing forward dozens of meters to reach extreme speed, and with a shout, they threw the huge grenades into the defensive position from a distance of more than 500 meters!

In Sue's eyes, the trajectories of thirty grenades were clearly outlined. As soon as they struck, Su knew that they would definitely be able to throw them into the defensive positions of the side. Despite this, the throwing range of these grenades has exceeded that of many automatic rifles.

The power of the grenadiers, a special class unique to the Solar Empire, is undoubtedly on display at this moment. However, there were no such units in the council and will not be in the future, and their status has long been replaced by self-propelled heavy artillery.

When the thirty grenades rose to the highest point of the parabola, Su also waved his arms twice. Two different gestures, the former one allows the fighters in the center of the position to quickly hide, and then the long-range sniper rifles and heavy machine guns on both flanks begin to fire on the advancing enemy. When the latter gesture was made, behind the hill where the position was located, a continuous burst of artillery rang out! U