Although only three pillboxes were taken for the time being, Anato's belief that they had already completed the most difficult step of the battle.

Although the enemy still has eight pillboxes in the direction they are facing, they can get three of the firepower of the eleven pillboxes in front of them at no cost, and after the firepower is reduced by nearly one-third, what is so difficult to do the same to deal with eight?

It's nothing more than two or three attacks with less and less pressure.

And that's exactly what happened.

Not only was the team led by Anato's team overwhelming, but the other four battlefields were similar.

……

When the team led by Anato, breaking through one pillbox after another and firing towards the core area of the missile silos, there was an Irong Faches sitting in the middle of their target location.

Here, she only has the upper half of her body, head and face, and the appearance of a human, and the lower half of her body is completely a mechanical monster, like an eight-legged mechanical spider.

In her lake-blue eyes, the electric light kept flickering and extinguishing. Her logical brain weaved battle instructions one after another and sent them to the transhuman combat units on the front line; At the same time, there were also one front-line battle message after another, which was transmitted to her mind.

Her battle logic system deals with these things quickly.

It was all supposed to be very organized.

Logical calculation, issuing instructions, forward actions, information feedback, and then logical calculation......

Continuing this cycle, the whole battle situation should be running in the mind of Ijon Falchers like a cold and strangely beautiful machine.

But the reality is completely different.

The information and logical process in her mind are full of 'confusion' and 'errors'.

"In the event of a strike, three Falcon fast attack boats were detected, and anti-aircraft fire was used to block the ......"

"The Wind Falcon slowed down, and it is suspected that it has the intention of dropping ground troops, and is preparing to launch an all-out strike when it is stationary......"

"Information feedback, the wind falcon is not still! There are ground troops who jumped from 13.2m in the air and landed during the flight of the aircraft, which exceeded expectations! ”

Correction Calculations...... The target was confirmed to be a Space Marine, and the frontal bunker firepower arrangement was being calculated...... ...... in the calculation of support troop mobilization"

"It is expected that the outer bunkers can hold out for more than 30 minutes, and the route for the movement of the transformed troops has been determined...... Wrong, reinforcements are wiped out! ”

"The Space Marine firearm power assessment is being revised...... Mistake! The bunker was lost in six minutes, and the expected defense effect could not be achieved! Recalculated reinforcement requirements. Rearrange the fire arrangement of the 2-storey bunker ......"

"Wrong! The two-story bunker can't continue to hold on! Correcting the ...... to assess the shooting accuracy of the Space Marines"

It's messed up, it's all messed up!

Irong Fatchers's mechanical brain is almost a pot of porridge.

All plans, just after they were made, or even halfway through, made mistakes and forced to be revised; After the correction is completed, there will be errors again; Unexpected situations happen one after another.

She's already a mechanical creature, and there's no more 'panic' in her cold—oh, hot and dry now—mind.

But there's another worse scenario: downtime.

In a certain link of logical operation, maybe there was some kind of calculation conflict, or maybe the simple computing power was not enough, Irong Falchers's eyes flashed quickly, but for a long time, not a single instruction was transmitted.

This was reflected on the frontline battlefield, that is, Anato's squad, and suddenly felt that the firepower they faced suddenly became chaotic.

Although these previous blocking forces, whether it were light or heavy machine guns, or a small amount of individual anti-armor firepower, did not pose any real and effective threat to them. But I have to admit that no matter how the enemy's firepower is hit, it is a bit rigid, but in general, it is still in order.

At this moment, even the virtue of 'being orderly' has been lost.

Anato's did not hesitate, he seized this opportunity accurately, and suddenly led the team to raid forward, capturing and destroying the third layer of bunkers more easily than before.

And at this moment, it is close to the core position of the silo.

Anato's not going to stop or recuperate, but to go straight to the task is the best choice.

The four Space Marines, relying on the two empty bunkers, one on the left and one on the right, covered with firepower, killing and injuring a large number of mechanical transhuman soldiers who were dazed and even inexplicably ran out of cover by themselves.

Anato, on the other hand, and the other two combat brothers, were about two meters apart and ran towards the missile silo at a rapid pace.

All three of them have high-yield hot melt bombs on their bodies. With just one, you can destroy a large area.

Anato's estimation that he and his combat brothers would be able to destroy the missile silo by placing two hot melt bombs in the right place.

And that's not hard for them to do.

The enemy could no longer stop them, and Anato, who had found the most suitable place to install it, told his other two brothers through the communication system in the helmet.

The rest of the story, according to reason, is simple: arrive at your destination, install it, and evacuate.

However, at this moment, a sound like a swarm of bees reached Anato's ears.

He immediately became vigilant.

But he didn't slow down. After all, the goal of his mission is ahead, and no matter what appears, he is going there. He was nothing more than full of vigilance and warned all his fighting brothers.

And in the next moment, the flying machine in the sky flew out of the missile silos!

It was a large number of black drones, each of which was less than half a meter in diameter, and it didn't even carry any reliable weapons on it.

However, Anato's heart was full of alarm bells.

Under his superhumanly modified vision, he clearly saw that almost every drone had a bomb strapped to it.

Obviously, the attack method of these drones is not the use of high-tech weapons or anything like that. It's useless to have all those bells and whistles, and a sturdy drone suicide attack, which is the most reliable.

Conventional bullets really can't penetrate the power armor on the immortal birds, but what about suicide drones?

One can't blow up, what about ten?

How many of them are a hundred?

The grim test has finally arrived.

(End of chapter)