At the junction of the Fifth Theater and the Third Theater, somewhere in a star field, a communication reconnaissance ship was quietly suspended, and on the side of the hull was the military emblem of the two-headed wolf of the Third Theater.

The main task of a small reconnaissance ship like this is to monitor the situation in the border star field. Of course, it doesn't have to run around headlessly, relying on its own small radar to scan the perimeter. It has a very unique and very modern way of working.

In order to prevent other shili from quietly invading their own star field, a warlord such as the third war zone who is not weak will usually set up countless unmanned remote sensing signal balls on his own border star field. This type of signal ball is a high-tech product that condenses the cutting-edge space jishu. In addition to being able to scan the star field within a certain range 24 hours a day, it can also form an impenetrable invisible network by emitting an energy wave that can affect the space fold of the starship.

This invisible web of energy waves can self-block any starship's access to the interior of the net. Of course, in non-wartime situations, the government will generally selectively turn off the signal ball in a certain area, so that civilian spacecraft such as civil interstarship can enter the large network unimpeded. And again, these open areas are also heavily guarded places for the shili, equivalent to where their gateways are located.

In order to better monitor the boundary star field in real time, under normal circumstances, the military will send communication and reconnaissance ships to monitor and collect the work of a signal ball in a certain satellite field. Once there is an abnormality in any signal ball, the communication ship will identify in time whether it is a Jishu fault problem or the enemy Shili secretly invading its own star field, and quickly transmit the identified results back to the headquarters through a long-range communicator.

To put it simply, as long as the capable warlords divide the Shili, they will form their own high-tech defense circle by means of signal ball communication ships and border patrol fleets, so as to block any hostile Shili sneak attack.

"Dididi!" A crisp and rapid siren sounded abruptly in the small communications ship's cabin.

"Lao Jiu, get up and take a look! Damn, it's going to be a malfunction again! ”

An impatient shout sounded in the rest cabin, and a communications soldier came out of the bed, looked through the open hatch, glanced at the rapidly flashing alarm lights in the electronic signal cabin, pouted and muttered: "I'm X, why am I going again!" Damn, I've been up seven or eight times in half an hour! If you don't go, it's a dog's meteor meteor again! ”

Before the words fell, the entire rest cabin sounded like thunderous snoring, intertwined with the terrible alarm sound in the signal cabin into a different music.

The eleven signal soldiers in the rest cabin may not know that this is a great sleep in their lives.

Outside the communication ship, in the depths of the starry sky as black as ink not far away, several triangular black shadows slowly stood out, silently approaching the communication ship.

"Woohoo!" The next moment, a row of bright laser cannon beams whizzed in, blasting the communication ship apart.

"Echo No. 1 report, coordinate point XX, YY, enemy ships cleaned up! Repeating ......" A ghost escort fighter pilot glanced through the rearview radar, and the huge fireball behind him slowly dimmed, coldly and mechanically called out into the communication headset.

A moment later, a dense stream of light flashed out one after another from the starry sky where several triangular black shadows appeared. Slowly, one by one, the Martial Immortal-class battleships with the military emblem of the Fifth Theater of Operations slowly drove through this star field.

"Send a report to the marshal, the border defense network of the third theater has been opened, and our fleet group is entering the opponent's star field, and after completing the assembly, it will immediately fold into the outer space of Vickers planet!" On a DG30001 Wuxian-class battleship, a burly middle-aged three-star admiral glanced at the star field map on the holographic command platform, and ordered in a deep voice to the staff adjutant beside him without looking back: "Also, notify the commanders of each detachment and the commander-in-chief of the near-ground combat units who will follow up to prepare for battle immediately!" ”

"Yes, General!" The adjutant of staff replied in a loud voice, turned around and hurried away.

"It's been half an hour, I don't know if the little rabbit cubs of the Tiger Ben Special Combat Team can handle it?" The admiral glanced at the electronic clock in the corner of the command platform, frowned slightly, and muttered to himself.

※※※ On the outskirts of Benguela, the capital of the planet Vickers, the nameless mining area has long been turned into devastated ruins by heavy artillery fire. Raider mechs and teams of Marines behind them carefully searched back and forth between the hot ruins.

"Whoosh!" Two more soft noises were heard, and two individual anti-armor missiles wagged blue tailflames and whizzed into a tall and mighty Marauder mech. Two loud bangs rang out, and between the firelight, the Marauder mech was reduced to countless steel wrecks of various sizes, scattering in all directions, and with it, a dozen or so Marines behind it also staggered to the ground.

"Three o'clock! Fire! An angry roar came, and a dense rain of bullets instantly shattered half of the building that had fallen to the ground at three o'clock.

"Holy shit!" After the gunfire stopped, a Marine Company captain and several Marines pulled out of the rubble, two bloody and charred corpses. In the hands of the corpse, Wu Zi still held the two launchers of the missiles that had been shot up. Spat viciously at the corpse, and the Marine Captain reluctantly led his men to turn away.

Underneath the ruins, somewhere in the basement where the exit was blocked by rocks, the bearded man with a bloody face was quietly observing the movement outside through a narrow window crack. Behind him, another big man with a broken arm, with red eyes and an assault rifle in one arm, was pressed against the head of Elliott, the commander of the Third Theater of Operations, gasping for air.

"Duke, the two of them are back in place! Ken, looks like it's just the two of us now! Can you hold on? The bearded man jumped out of the window, smiled miserably at the big man with red blood stains on the corners of his eyes, and said lightly.

"Don't worry, boss! Before I leave, I will definitely destroy this old fellow and avenge my brethren! The man with the broken arm stabbed Elliott in the head with his rifle and sneered viciously.

"Well done!" The bearded man gently patted the big man with the broken arm, and a glimmer of light faintly flashed in his eyes. Then, the bearded man turned around sharply, walked to the corner and picked up a multi-barreled heavy machine gun, reloaded a bullet chain, hung it on himself three or two, and said lightly as if talking to himself: "Prepare to prepare!" It doesn't take long for them to find it! ”

"Click!" The answer to the bearded man was the crisp sound of the broken arm man pulling the bolt with one hand, and a resolute light immediately flashed in his eyes.

Just as the two big men were quietly sitting and preparing for a battle for themselves, above the basement, the sonorous footsteps that kept coming from all sides were inexplicably chaotic on their own. Faintly, there were also a cry of horror mixed in.

"What's going on?" The bearded man's heart jumped, and he hurriedly approached the narrow window crack, squinting his eyes to see the movement outside.

What caught his eye was the Marines scurrying like headless flies, as if they had seen something that frightened them, and some of them even fired indiscriminately into the sky as they ran. In addition to the marines, even the mechs of those infantry natural enemies stumbled between the ruins.

"Boom!" A dense and thick laser cannon beam, like lightning falling from the sky, roared towards the chaotic crowd on the ground. Clusters of bright and brilliant fireballs rose one after another, and countless fragments of armor and human flesh scattered in all directions in the artillery fire.

"Ghost escort fighters! It's our Fifth Theater Space Fleet here! A ghost fighter plane swept directly in front of the basement at an ultra-low altitude, and the sharp-eyed bearded man clearly saw the military emblem on the fighter, and turned around excitedly and shouted to the man with the broken arm.

"Uncle's is finally here!" The big man with the broken arm scolded with tears in his eyes, and his whole body was leaning against the wall, and he fainted in a daze.

On the ground, the Third Theater Army, which was the size of an armored division, was almost stunned by the group of ghost fighters that fell from the sky in the blink of an eye. The armored command vehicles were bombed by the ghost fighters and turned into piles of charred wreckage. The tanks, mechs, and marines who had lost their command all turned around and ran towards the outside of the mine, trying to get out of the battlefield, which was almost a ghost escort fighter slaughterhouse. Even those fat banshee fighters, driven by the dense group of ghost fighters, could only scatter and flee for their lives.

Finally, a group of Viking fighters on standby in the nearby airspace finally hurried over. However, what awaited them were a larger number of ghost escort fighters, as well as a dozen or so Martial Immortal-class battleships with billowing clouds of strange smoke and dust that slowly burrowed into the atmosphere of Vickers. The Viking fighters, who were already small in strength, quickly fled to the periphery under the attack of dense crossfire.

Immediately afterward, countless landing capsules were sprinkled from mid-air by those Martial Immortal-class battleships like scattered flowers, dragging long tail flames and slamming straight into the ground with a roar. As the smoke and dust rose, groups of marines accompanied by chariot mechs poured out of the landing capsule one after another, rushing towards the abandoned mine from all directions.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up, our reinforcements are coming! Did you hear that, our reinforcements are coming! In the basement, the bearded man shook the severed arm of the big man, trying to wake up one of his subordinates. However, the breathing of the big man with the broken arm gradually weakened, and it seemed that he couldn't hear the call of the bearded man.

"It turns out that you are a special combat team in the Fifth War Zone, no wonder, no wonder!" On the side, Elliott, who was tied with his hands tied behind his back, leaned against the wall and struggled to get up, tiptoeing, through the narrow window gap, vaguely saw the enemy troops who were searching for him, and finally sighed as if he suddenly realized......