"We're here."

Hector picked up the blaster in his hand and habitually knocked it against his armor, only when he heard the familiar and reassuring sound of metal clashing, he began to check his ammunition.

The magazine he was using had seventeen rounds of explosive shells in it, and five more on the back of his armor.

Enough is enough.

In fact, in the early days of the Great Expedition, deflagration weapons were more common and popular than Hector's blasters, but after several attempts, the new stars of the Second Legion found that they were not actually suitable for deflagration guns: although they were very powerful, they were not so flexible that they did not fit Hector's concise combat style.

The Chasseur Squad, which had been temporarily expanded to six, was hiding in the shadows of their final destination, a vantage point from which the smoke and ruins of strange shapes could easily obscure the figures of the six Astartes.

They counted their weapons and prepared for the final battle that followed.

With the exception of Ezio, the Shadow Champion barely rested, and went back to his old ways: to blend into the shadows, to be the vanguard and first eyes of everything.

Weapons, supplies, and ammunition were placed together for inventory: the Power Sword, Heavy Bolt Gun, Plasma Pistol, and Ordinary Alloy Longsword had all been worn out and damaged to a certain extent, and although they were all still usable, they were at risk of breaking at any time, and the bullets were very plentiful, thanks to the fact that the new Eris had enough supplies.

On the contrary, the [long sword] in Hecht's hand, which emitted a dark green light, still looked unscathed.

In the faint glow of the smoke, Astarte's superhuman sight allowed them to observe the situation at the target location, and after a moment of silent observation and preparation, they began to piece together an attack plan while waiting for the Shadow Champion to return to the area.

At this moment, Ezio returned to his comrades like a ghost in the night sky, and said it succinctly.

"There are a total of 56 people on the ground, but most of the facilities are under the ground, the situation is unknown, there is a more suitable location for launching an attack at two o'clock, overlooking most of the surface buildings, including all two heavy fire points, one of which is guarded by a high-ranking officer suspected of being a Randan overlord, and three suspected psionics."

"Is there a sentry?"

As soon as Chiron finished speaking, the Shadow Champion reached for his waist and threw out five blood-stained signs.

"Not anymore."

Chiron nodded, and Hector took the opportunity to repeat the attack plan they had just discussed, which made the Shadow Champion hesitate for a moment, and after a while, he spoke a little slowly.

"Sorry...... I have not had any previous experience of fighting alongside other fleets of the Legion, and I was only officially introduced to them on the eve of the Division, so I cannot provide further advice or additions. ”

These words focused everyone's eyes on Chron's, and the ancient warrior of the Legion only showed a smile, a smile that was completely different from usual, a smile that was extremely reassuring and came from the elders.

"Oh well, I'll admit that I haven't experimented with this tactic for a long time, but I can assure you that it's not complicated at all, in fact, it's even a little old."

"But it's useful."

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"Listen, Hecht, it's a very simple tactic, it's almost as old as the Legion, and its core is essentially only three points."

"Firepower."

"Speed."

"And tacit cooperation."

The shadow drifted over the crumbling wall and its vigilant gaze, jumping and dancing in the narrowest of dark places, first taking a breath near the wall, and then gradually approaching the outermost point of heavy fire.

After about five seconds, the Randan soldier who was manipulating heavy fire let out a low whimper from its throat, and the sub-weapon filler crouching beside it suffered the same fate before he could move his gaze.

But the moment they fell, a tiny device hidden in the armor and connected to their heart organs suddenly began to scream the most rapidly, and the piercing sound pierced through the barrier between the armor and the air in the blink of an eye, echoing throughout the base.

All the scarlet eyes converged here in an instant, and there was almost no hesitation, and every Ran Dan soldier within the range of fire turned his gun, and countless tongues of fire penetrated and shattered the firepower position that was still safe in the rear just now, and the dense rain of bullets was mixed with countless bombs, until it was confirmed that there could be no living creatures.

But despite this, a small team skillfully began to approach the ruins, and the three wizards of Ran Dan began to wave their staffs, muttering words and preparing for spells at any time.

Compared to the panicked soldiers that Hecht's team had encountered before, these Ran Dan's soldiers were obviously more elite, and they were also more indifferent and rational about the deaths of their comrades.

The shadows were still advancing, and the countless probes were hissing incessantly, causing all the alien soldiers to fall into a brief moment of consternation, and they hesitated between two options: should they believe that the probes were wrong, or that their eyes were really blinded?

The hesitation didn't last long, for almost the next second, the wizarding leader standing in the center of the line let out the shortest scream, its visor ruthlessly sliced open with a subtle flash of light, and the whispers that suddenly broke were like broken necklaces, torn apart in the air.

Astonishment, despair, and a terrible madness all came to the wizard's face at the same time, and it did not hesitate to ignite its soul as the first wisps of cold air poured into its trachea, turning its entire body into a huge bomb.

The air wave swept and shook the heavens and the earth, even the real ghost could not be unscathed in such a resolute manner, and the overlord of Randan, who was standing on the outermost side, indifferently watched the last sacrifice made by his companion, and then its gaze successfully caught the shaking air.

It roared and gave orders, and countless tongues of fire poured into the area it was pointing at the same time, mixed with the terrible screams of the two remaining Randan wizards.

But this poignancy is not directed at the murderer of his companion, but as a reminder.

In the next breath, in the bad premonition of the overlord of Ran Dan, two equally loud psychic howls rang out from the north and east sides of the fortress, and the powerful power belonging to the human psionic beings descended on the alien army at this moment, the storm was raging, flying sand and rocks, and the already crumbling high wall was uprooted from the entire ground, and the downpour of stones and scrap iron fell on the top of the alien head.

"Can you hold it over there?"

Salieri, who was constantly squeezing his psionic energy, questioned Eris who cooperated with him through what little will he had left.

"Take it easy."

Eris's gritted teeth didn't sound easy at all, but his tone was reassuring.

"I can hold on to this bit of consumption, I'm stronger than you think."

"Do you know what my mentors call me?"

"Dangerous people."

Countless clouds of dust rose with the horrific attack, obscuring everyone's vision for a moment, and while the defenders were momentarily haunted for a second, the remaining three soldiers of the Second Legion took the opportunity to push up.

The combination of Ajax and Chiron came from the north, and the huge Astarte warrior was constantly pouring out his tongue of fire with his giant blaster in his hand, his priority was the overlord of Randan, who commanded from above, and then began to suppress all the aliens present with a furious firepower.

The ancient warrior of the legion was on both sides of the heavy firepower output, the plasma pistol in his hand that almost never burned out was constantly firing at an extremely high frequency, Chiron was not running or rolling, he walked in the dust with an indifferent attitude, calmly harvesting every Randan soldier who tried to launch a counterattack, covering Ajax as the main force of the team's output.

On the east side of the fortress, Hector was the only one to attack, and his target was even more conspicuous: the wizard of Randan.

The strongest Astarte warrior found his first target in a breath, and he swooped down on it like a hungry leopard, all that could be seen was the dust swept by the whirlwind and the faint glow of green.

The two alien wizards screamed at the same time, and the one who was far away did not hesitate to activate his psionic energy, and together with his attacked companions, he formed an extremely powerful shield, and the green greatsword slashed down with the most terrifying force, only a slight crack appeared in this invisible defense.

But Hector didn't show even the slightest bother, his figure didn't stop at all, but quickly dodged the shrapnel like a storm of aliens, and dodged to the other side of Wizard Randan.

Both Randan Wizards were snorting disdainfully at the little trick, until the Randan Wizard, who was preoccupied with helping his comrades, suddenly felt as if he had forgotten something.

Then, a chilly wind swept through its neck.

The blade in the shadows gently caressed its life, then took it away.

The effect of psionic energy was wiped out the moment the caster died, leaving only a sorcerer who had been devoured in agony feeling the pain of a rapid turn, and its power began to drain uncontrollably, and before it could react to all this, the dark green of the longsword did not hesitate to slash before its eyes.

The two wizards fell in unison, and at the same moment as they fell, Ajax's bullets rained down, and the soldiers of Ran Dan had just risen from the oppression, and they were greeted by two psionics once more joining forces to attack.

This time, the storm swept through the ruins occupied by the overlord of Randan, directly destroying the crumbling building, and causing the overlord's command to come to an abrupt end in the collapse.

Then, the six Astarte warriors showed their blades, and they had to face dozens of Randan soldiers who had lost the cover of psionic energy and heavy firepower, and they had even lost some numbers.

The massacre began without suspense.

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"In general, it's actually a three-pronged tactic."

"First of all, the sleeper force will be responsible for the first step of infiltration, its main purpose is to find out the specific situation of the enemy, or to destroy some key enemy locations as much as possible, such an operation cannot be single-handed, it must cooperate with the offensive of the large forces behind."

"It's often the shadows of the Fourth Fleet who are responsible for this step, or the most elite chasseur squads, who don't always achieve their goals through simple assassination and lurking, and in many cases, highly mobile harassment operations can even force the enemy to weak."

"Secondly, in the midst of the disturbances caused by the vanguard troops, there will be heavy firepower or other strong forces to strike at the enemy from multiple directions at the same time, as a hammer to open the weak points in the enemy's organization, tear open the gaps, and ensure the offensive of the large forces."

"When our legions are still united, this is often achieved with a lot of drone firepower, or by sending out a large number of psionics, and in the first case, we will also send out armored forces to cooperate with the drone operation."

"At the same time, the sleeper forces still have to continue to operate, destroying local support, command or strong units, hindering the enemy's further cooperation and mutual assistance, breaking up the enemy's organization, so that we can cut the opponent into small parts as much as possible to form an asymmetrical strike."

"During the Legion period, there were more options for this kind of cooperation, such as large-scale airborne operations or forced landings, or large-scale long-range fire to suppress enemy operations through real-time intelligence from the front."

"Finally, when the enemy's organizational system is wounded by two attacks, the main forces will enter the battle at this time, and they will direct the first spearhead of the attack at the most threatening enemy units, or as a decisive force, destroy the small groups of enemy forces that have been cut off, and consume the local living forces in the shortest possible time."

"And if at this step, we are strongly blocked, then a large number of elite infantry and secret weapons, and even devastating troops, will be thrown into the battlefield as the last valve of the legion."

"To sum up, this set of tactics actually has a lot of points, whether it is real-time intelligence updates or high-frequency cooperation between various factions, it is essential, and it is also necessary to grasp the key of speed: in many cases, our forces are too thin compared to our opponents, so brutal decapitation of the enemy or rapid annihilation of the enemy's large-scale living forces is the essence of many of our tactics, and we cannot afford to fight a long war of attrition."

"So, keep these points in mind:"

"An experienced team that is responsible for transmitting real-time intelligence and the cooperation brought about by a superb battlefield sense."

"Tough assault troops, whether it's aerial firepower, psionic energy, or those powerful weapons that can't be named, we need a blade sharp enough to allow us to slice through the most vulnerable parts of the enemy."

"Elite, high-speed, and determined motorized infantry can quickly strike or cut our opponents through airborne or armored vehicles, forming a small battlefield to fight more and less, and inflict the most damage on the enemy in the shortest possible time."

"Remember, don't be in love with war, and don't covet any honor, our core tactics are to act quickly, cooperate tacitly, and avoid all disadvantages on the battlefield, so that the battle can be fought and ended as much as possible in the field we are good at."

"Pay attention to intelligence, infiltrate sabotage, adapt to changes, strike at weak points, play to strengths and avoid weaknesses, cooperate closely, attack like thunder, advance quickly, divide and outflank, fight with more and fight less, rely on the strong to bully the weak, accumulate a lot, and finally, remember, always be humble and rational, always do not confront the enemy head-on in the field that he is good at, what you have to do is to kill them, not defeat them."

"Remember, my child, there is no shame in fighting more and less, there is no shame in avoiding difficulties, we have shed enough blood for the sake of so-called honor, and now, we are fighting only to be able to get anything tangible, in order to be able to make the word sacrifice no longer an ethereal self-emotion."

"Remember, my Hecht."

"We are fangs."

"The fangs are only for these bits of blood and flesh, every blow it takes."

"It can only be fatal."

"After all, it's so sharp......"

"With fragility."

Toothache today and not in good shape

(End of chapter)