Bi-monthly gap, the situation here can be described as festering. Had it not been for the powerful individual entity of the Free Army and the tenacious will to fight of the 2910 Separate Battalion, the Bilunar Gap would have long since disappeared into military jargon.

In the front command of the 2910 Independent Battalion, Poole was in front of a list of the dead. Looking at the list, he felt powerless for the first time.

"How many more do we have?" Poole asked.

"23 companies. About eleven thousand people. A staff officer replied quickly.

The 2910 Independent Battalion has always been an independent division, with about 500 men per company, and a total of 60 companies. It was the strangest and most formidable unit in the Constitutional Monarchy of Rayson, fully equipped with mobile armor, a direct fleet, and a separate heavy artillery company.

"Get rid of the fleet and artillery batteries, as well as logistics and civilian." Poole made quick calculations, and then came up with a number that worried him: "There are only 9 companies to mobilize, and after removing 4 companies of reserves, we still have 5 companies at our disposal." ”

"Yes, there are 7 companies on the front that need to rest, and 3 of them have to be rotated." The staff officer added on the side.

"No, it's all seven teams that have to be rotated." Poole said categorically: "The commanders of the other four companies are all promoted by veteran soldiers, and they know the situation, so even if they are completely wiped out, they will not ask the battalion headquarters for reinforcements." ”

"It's like a 2nd company and a 3rd company?"

"Yes. It's like 2 and 3 in a row. Poole nodded, his heart getting heavier. Those people are the backbone of 2910, and they are all Poole's heart. He didn't want the tragedy of two or three times to happen again.

"I really can't-"

'No way!' The Minecart's form requires enough mechs to create economies of scale. The Free Army must not divide its forces, the more it divides, the weaker it becomes. ”

Poole's denial was crisp, but difficulties still lay ahead of him. He needed soldiers, experienced soldiers, soldiers who could command and prohibit, who could fight together. In the narrow area of the Double Moon Gap, the crowd tactics will not be effective, but will limit the mobility of the 2910 Independent Battalion and the Free Army.

Command fell into a solemn silence until a staff officer broke the breathless dullness.

"Reinforcements! Reinforce! We have reinforcements!! ”

A staff officer rushed in, and he shouted. Waving a dossier in his hand.

"Stand upright!" Poole let out a loud snort, and the staff officer stopped abruptly, standing up straight, but his chest was still heaving violently.

"Take a break." Poole waved his hand: "Report it." ”

"Yes, sir." The staff officer handed over the file, and then said in the fastest voice: "14 integrated companies have been reinforced, and 9 of them have been equipped with mobile armor. The remaining 5 consist of 1 logistics support company, 1 mixed garrison company and 3 reserves. Moreover, they also have a complete combat training staff and a company-level staff department. ”

The staff officer's eyebrows fluttered, spit splashed, and the excitement was overflowing.

"Wait. Combat Training Staff? Is that what you say? ”

"Yes, sir. Combat Training Staff. ”

"Are you sure you're not mistaken?" Poole frowned.

The Combat Training Staff Department is a unique establishment of the 2910 Independent Battalion, which is to facilitate the management of the flat company system, which is a term rich in the characteristics of the 2910 Independent Battalion, and there is no other semicolon.

"Yes, sir, there is no mistake." The staff officer replied loudly. There was a clear element of ostentation in the tone: "It is clearly written in the report, the combat training staff: Lieutenant Colonel Denning, chief of staff, and Lieutenant Colonel Wald, deputy chief of staff." The intelligence is accurate, that's them. Because—"

The staff officer's voice lowered: "Lieutenant Colonel Wald is my first commander, I can't be mistaken. ”

"Wald?! Tannin?! ”

Poole understood what was going on, and he picked up and put down the file in his hand, put it down and picked it up, and at last moment, slammed it on the table as the staff officers watched in horror.

"Consolidation plan! Prepare for rotation!! ”……

When the "despair of 2910" arrived. The soldiers on the front line were shocked. They suddenly discovered that almost all of their successors could be called "chiefs." When these veterans rushed to the battlefield. Everyone was saluting them.

They accepted the tribute of their juniors very calmly, and they deserved it in terms of rank and courage. They are the "desperation of 2910", the desperation of the enemy.

Not every veteran has the qualifications to rush forward. For example, those soldiers who really retired because they were "old", and those who retired because of "injuries". Laumon and the boss were both, so they were assigned to a mixed garrison company to control a vertical torpedo shaft.

"Replenish a base torpedo."

"Save a little, half the ammo." In the actual battle, the boss threw Rawmond eight streets, much to Laumon's extreme indignation.

"For what?! For what?! What is half ammunition for the Om?! It is not written in the manual at all, and, where did the half-loaded bullets come from?!!! Raumon took the manual and flipped through it vigorously, but after turning to the most lucrative, he still didn't find the boss.

"Man, come here." The boss hooked his fingers: "Look at this, training bullets." ”

"Well, training shells, training shells without warheads, what's wrong!"

"There is no warhead, but there is a propulsion." The boss is youzai, looking proud and rampant, he stroked his sparse beard, and said in the tone of an old bird training a rookie: "The training bomb also has a propulsion department." Solid fuels are just as lethal. ”

"Oh-" Laumon nodded, then retorted loudly, "No! The training department will not explode on its own, how to form lethality. ”

"Yes." The boss looked at Laumon with sympathetic eyes: "What are those?" our comrades-in-arms; What do they have in their hands? The particle cannon also has the Vulcan cannon. Can't they see that this is a training bomb? Why can't they fire it up? Moreover, this has the advantage of being able to selectively detonate training bombs, which can avoid accidentally injuring their own people. ”

"Stop!" Lawman shouted, and took out a notebook from his arms: "Slow down, I'll write it down." ”

Watching Raumen's movements, the boss did not correct him. It's not that front-line commanders don't know this method, and there are many more of them. Soldiers are not robots, nor are they armored, and they should be left with room to play freely. So Laumont is only fit to make regulations.

The vertical torpedo shaft was a quiet job, and Lawman had a lot of time to study and record.

On one side is the killing battlefield full of cannon fodder, and on the other side is the gag that falls on deaf ears. This long-lost scene made the boss feel extremely cordial in his heart, and he seemed to see those dead comrades again. They laughed and laughed around him, accompanied by bold and vulgar banter. A cigar was passed in their hands, a trophy of a certain brother. Of course, this kind of treatment is not enjoyed by the recruit egg, if someone really passes the cigar to the recruit egg, it means that the rookie has been out of the division and can be classified as the old bird. I became a brother who could be entrusted to my back.

"Besides, he's only 37 this year, right?" The boss said.

"Yes, little don't let him enlist in the army in 41, and he fell into the pond in his first battle. Almost drowned. You don't know what to say, he was terrified. He was stripped of his clothes by the veteran, and then he had to hide naked in the staff headquarters until Chief Poole kicked his snow-white ass - haha ”

Raumon Ha laughed, he was the junior clerk of the staff at the time, and he was there when Chief Poole kicked his ass. He laughed like this, and then he was locked up for three days.

"Haha The boss also laughed: "Don't let me be thin-skinned, I was the most difficult to deal with Garcia at that time, and the two had to choke a few words as soon as they met, and even Chief Poole couldn't do anything." ”

"It's not, 2 and 3 are old enemies. Now it's okay, the two enemies have gone down, and it's not lonely now. Raumon said. His eyes were lonely.

"It's funny to think about them." The boss pulled out a box of cigarettes and gave Raumon one. Then he asked lightly, "Soon, right?" ”

"Well, it's coming." Laumon took a look at his own brain, and then resolutely turned it off. In the lidar in front of him, the hideous white eyes of the "magic eye" battleship could already be seen.

"The old rule, 3 companies to attack, 2 companies to cover." The boss rolled up his sleeves and sat down in the close-up gun position.

"This time for you, Big Brother has to have the posture of Big Brother." Lumon sat down in front of the fire control radar, and with a click, the chain drum snapped into the magazine, and began to self-test the ammunition with a clattering sound.

"Attention! I have my own brothers. The boss pressed the hydraulic pedal and controlled the anti-aircraft gun to do a full-angle pan.

"Understood, recognition complete." Laumon marked friendly forces on the fire control radar, and then made the last pre-strike range.

"Self-test complete."

"Ranging complete."

"Request brainwave synchronization."

"Agree to sync. and vital signs testing. ”

"Vital signs load is above baseline, request to turn on bionic assistance."

"Agree to turn it on."

"The last non-directive exchange. Would you like another cigarette? 3, 2, 1, done. ”

"The last non-directive exchange. Is there a fire? 3, 2, 1, done. ”

"Two base masking shots!" The boss roared and took a hard drag on his cigarette.

"45 degree stance! Elevation angle 38! Lumon roared, puffing out a thick puff of smoke......

The B9-11 node is pressed into a recess by the MONOCULUS fleet, exposing the boss to their gun emplacements to the MONOCULUS fleet. This is the need of the campaign plan, the staff uses this method to consume the potential energy of the "magic eye" fleet, and after the speed advantage of the "magic eye" is offset by time and space, this node can be recovered again.

The torpedo attack stopped, and there were too many friendly troops around to entangle with the "MONOCULUS" battleship, and only the close defense cannon pulled out a long tongue of fire, like a red tongue, greedily licking and eating its prey. One by one, the "magic eye" was blown up in the air or forced to make a detour. At this time, the motorized infantry will rush forward, surround and annihilate the prey. The "MONOCULUS", which has lost speed, is actually more afraid of hand-to-hand combat, and there are many non-energy weapons that can slice through its shell. Then, the connective tissue inside will be easy to do, and a grenade will do the trick.

At this time, you can also see the power of the stellar orbital defense circle. This is really one of the most powerful defenses in interstellar warfare.

The torpedo vertical shaft where the boss was located was well defended, and the "Kokang" class close defense gun was also the latest product of the Fast Empire. It uses a very unique box chain, each of which can supply 5,000 rounds of shells for the gun, which is like throwing the ammo box directly into the chamber of the gun. Therefore, it can maintain a strong and long-lasting firepower output.

"Request non-directive communication."

"Shut up!" Lawman shouted loudly. Now is the gap in the battle, and the "MONOCULUS" ships are gathering strength and will soon launch more ferocious attacks.

"Don't be nervous, man. You are not a staff officer who compiles the manual now. ”

The boss laughed and pressed the pedal to reset the anti-aircraft gun. At this moment, a nearby motorized infantryman flew over, knocked on the glass of the gun emplacement, and pressed his face to the glass.

"What is he doing?" Romon forgot the manual and asked strangely.

"He's saying, 'I love you.' Or: I love you to death. The boss smiled, and the control gun position shook two or three times, and fired a few point shots.

What does this mean? Do you love him too? "I don't know why.

"Nope. I'm telling him: kiss your mother's ass. The boss lit another cigarette and said angrily: "Old Tom of the 11th Company, don't be polite to him." His mother died early, but unfortunately when he died, none of this old bastard died. ”

"Oh." Laumon sighed, he took out his notebook, wanted to write something, but he didn't know what to do.

"Don't write it, man. The dead fish are here again. ”

The boss spits out the cigarette butt. With a click, a full chain box was pushed by the bomb feeder, biting the magazine of the anti-aircraft gun