Please remember the URL of this site: . At the junction of the Fifth Theater and the Third Theater, a communications reconnaissance ship was quietly suspended in a star field, 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, and of course it does not have to run around without a head and a brain, relying on its own small radar to scan the situation on the border, and it has a rather unique and extremely modern working mode

In order to prevent other forces from quietly invading their own star fields, such as the third war zone, such a powerful warlord separatist force usually sets up countless unmanned remote sensing signal balls on their own boundary star fields, this kind of signal ball is a high-tech product that condenses cutting-edge space technology, in addition to being able to scan the star field within a certain range 24 hours a day, it can also emit a kind of energy wave that can affect the space of the starship through guò to form an impenetrable invisible network

This invisible network of energy waves can block the space folding activity of any starship to the inside of the network, 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 interstellar spaceships can enter the network unimpeded, and these open areas are also heavily guarded by the force, which is equivalent to their portal

In order to better monitor the border satellite field in real time, under normal circumstances, the military will send a number of communication and reconnaissance ships to monitor and collect the working conditions of a certain signal ball in a certain satellite field

To put it simply, as long as the warlords are capable, the separatist forces will use guò to form their own high-tech defense ring with signal balls, communication ships, and border patrol fleets, so as to block any sneak attack by hostile forces

"Dididi" A crisp and rapid siren suddenly echoed in the cabin of the small communication ship

"Lao Jiu, hurry up and see which of the fucking eggs is out of order."

An impatient scolding sounded in the rest cabin, a communication soldier poked out of the bed, looked through the open hatch, glanced at the rapid flashing alarm lights in the electronic signal cabin, pouted, and muttered: "Why am I going to go again, my mother's son has been up for half an hour, seven or eight times, if you don't go, Yaya, it must be a meteor meteor hit by a dog's day."

Before the words fell, the entire rest cabin sounded like thunder, and the terrible alarm sound in the signal cabin was intertwined into a different music

The eleven Signal Men in the Rest Pod may not know that this is the last great sleep of their lives

Not far from the communication ship, in the depths of the dark starry sky, several triangular black shadows slowly stood out, silently approaching the communication ship

The next moment, a row of bright laser cannon beams flew in a roar, blasting the communication ship apart

"Echo No. 1 reports coordinate point xx, YY enemy ships have been cleared ......and repeated," a ghost escort pilot glanced at the huge fireball behind him through the rearview radar, and called out coldly to the communication headset

After a while, a dense point of light flashed out of the starry sky where several triangular black shadows appeared one after another, and slowly, one by one, the Martial Immortal-class battleships with the military insignia of the Fifth War Zone slowly drove through this star field

"Send a report to the marshal, the border defense network of the third theater has been opened, our fleet group is entering the opponent's star field, and after completing the assembly, it will immediately turn into the outer space of the planet Vickers" On a martial immortal-class battleship numbered DG30001, 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: "There is also a notification to the commanders of each detachment and the commander-in-chief of the near-ground combat forces who follow up to immediately prepare for battle."

"It's the general," the staff adjutant replied in a loud voice, turned around and hurried away

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

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The nameless mining area on the outskirts of Benguela, the capital of Vickers, had long been turned into devastated ruins by heavy artillery fire, and one after another raider mechs and teams of marines behind them carefully searched back and forth between the still hot ruins

"Whoosh" and two more soft sounds, two individual anti-armor missiles dragged the blue and bright tail flames, and whirled into a tall and mighty Marauder mech, two loud noises rang out, and between the fires, the Marauder mecha was turned into countless steel wreckage of different sizes and scattered in all directions, and even the dozen or so Marines behind it also lay on the ground

"Fire in the direction of three o'clock," an angry roar was heard, and a dense rain of bullets instantly shattered half of the buildings that had fallen to the ground at three o'clock

After the gunfire of "dog day" stopped, a Marine Company captain and several Marines pulled out two bloody and charred corpses from the rubble, and the corpses were still tightly holding the two launchers of the missiles that had been shot out of their hands, and spit viciously on the corpses

Somewhere below the ruins, in the basement where the exit was blocked by rubble, the bearded man with a bloody face was quietly observing the movement outside through a narrow window, and behind him, another large man with a broken arm was holding an assault rifle against the head of Elliott, the commander of the Third Theater of Operations, with red eyes and one arm, gasping for air

"Duke, the two of them are also in place, and Ken looks like it's just the two of us now, can you hold on," the bearded man jumped out of the window and smiled miserably at the big man with red blood stains on his eyes

"Don't worry, boss, I will definitely destroy this old guy before I leave, and avenge the brothers," the man with the broken arm stabbed Elliott in the head with his rifle and said viciously

"Okay," the bearded man patted his broken arm lightly, and a glimmer of light flashed faintly in the man's eyes, and then the bearded man turned around and walked to the corner, picked up a multi-barreled heavy machine gun, reloaded a bullet chain, and hung it on himself, as if talking to himself, and said lightly: "Prepare to prepare, it is estimated that it won't be long before they will find here."

"Click" replied to the bearded man, it was the broken arm, the big man pulled the bolt with one hand, and the crisp sound of the bolt was moving, and a resolute light flashed in his eyes

Just as the two big men were quietly sitting and preparing for their final battle, the sonorous footsteps that kept coming from all sides above the basement were inexplicably chaotic on their own, and there were faintly frightened shouts and cries mixed in

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

What caught his eye was the Marines scurrying like headless flies, they seemed to see something that frightened them, and some of the Marines even fired indiscriminately into the sky as they ran, and even the mechs of the infantry's natural enemies stumbled between the rubble

"Boom, boom", a dense and thick laser cannon beam roared to the ground like lightning falling from the sky, and the chaotic crowd was in a mess, and the bright and brilliant fireballs rose one after another, and countless fragments of armor and human flesh scattered in all directions in the cannon fire

"The ghost escort fighter is the space fleet of our fifth theater of operations," a ghost fighter swept over the basement at an ultra-low altitude, and the sharp-eyed bearded man clearly saw the military emblem on the fighter, and immediately turned around excitedly and shouted to the big 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 weak, and he actually fainted in a daze against the wall

On the ground, the troops of the Third Theater of Operations, which was the size of an armored division, were almost stunned by the group of ghost fighters that fell from the sky in the blink of an eye, and the armored command vehicles were turned into piles of scorched wreckage by the targeted and precise bombardment of the ghost fighters, and the tanks, mechs and marines who had lost their command all turned around and ran towards the outside of the mining area, trying their best to escape from this battlefield that was almost a slaughterhouse for ghost escort fighters, and even those fat banshee fighters were driven by the dense group of ghost fighters, and they only scattered and fled for their lives

The Viking fighter group that had finally been on standby in the nearby airspace finally hurried over, but what was waiting for them were a larger number of ghost escort fighters and a dozen or so Warrior Immortal-class battleships that slowly burrowed into the atmosphere of Vickers with billowing clouds of smoke and dust

Immediately after that, 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, and between the smoke and dust, groups of marines accompanied by chariots and mechs poured out one after another, and the landing capsule poured towards this abandoned mining area from all directions

"Ken, wake up, wake up, our reinforcements are coming, hear the reinforcements without us," the bearded man shook the severed arm in the basement in an attempt to wake up his last man, but the severed arm's breathing gradually weakened, and it seemed that he could not hear the call of the bearded man

"It turns out that you are the special combat team of the Fifth War Zone, no wonder, no wonder," 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 crack, and vaguely saw the enemy troops who were searching for him, and finally sighed as if he had suddenly realized......