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"The counteroffensive on the whole front led by the corps commander has been going on for more than half a month."

"In the past half a month, we have made rapid progress, and the situation has completely reversed."

"But the rebels have suddenly been able to establish a defensive position recently."

As the 87th Regiment cleared the small city it had just captured, Duncan sat in the Riemannus tank and wrote notes, while also reminiscing about the recent situation.

For at least half a month, the rebels were unorganized, and they could not even react in the face of an attack.

Some people ran around, some broke up, and some howled and strapped bombs to carry out a sneak attack.

That changed half a month later.

The rebels were beginning to be able to organize their defenses effectively, and while their movements were still rather chaotic in the overall view, they did regain some combat effectiveness on local battlefields.

Unfortunately, this is still not a threat to the ground forces.

As in the case of this small city where the 87th and 31st regiments worked together, unmanned artillery and fire drones carried out horrific bombardment, and others only had to push and clear the city of rebels.

"My brother, I'll let your ashes see the sky, but not now, because we can't leave the nest yet."

Duncan writes down his last words and closes the journal.

Albert's name is written on the cover of the journal.

Looking at the name, Duncan felt a little guilty.

When Qin Mo came to ask for a request before, he didn't tell him Albert's last wish, but guilt is guilt, and Duncan doesn't think he did anything wrong.

Now the counteroffensive is underway, and the bottom nest war is not over yet.

People come first and come first, and things are prioritized.

"But I feel like we're going to win, everybody thinks so, and I'll do it myself for you." Duncan muttered to himself as he placed the journal in the metal box under the seat.

This metal box is one per person, and it is used to store relics, which is extremely hard but not very space.

"Captain, you have to look at this!"

Duncan heard someone calling for him, followed by the sound of a tank banging on his armor, and he immediately got out.

"You've got to look at this." A company commander holds a piece of power armor remains and lifts it up.

Duncan reached out to pick up the wreckage, then took the wire from under the helmet of the power armor and plugged it into the wreckage's connector, and the video began to play inside his visor.

"This seems to be an underground bomb shelter for the gang headquarters, be careful."

"Got it, got it."

"Your Scarlet Cockscomb Gang Headquarters also has underground bomb shelters like this?"

The footage is from a first-person perspective, with a soldier with a red cockscomb head visible, as well as other soldiers.

This is an infantry squad.

"Why don't you wear a helmet? Show off that you have a cockscomb? ”

"No, I'm afraid the Legion Commander won't see my face when he looks at the entire battlefield."

“……”

Infantry squads chatted and advanced in underground dugouts.

There are many rooms here, and the soldiers explore them one by one.

Until they go to the deepest depths.

As the flashlight on the power armor's shoulder shone into the dark front, the infantry squad saw a dense mass of distortions gathered here, all of them enclosing the doorway of a room.

The beam caught the attention of the distortion, and the infantry squad began to flee, spun and flew far as it was about to burst out of the bomb shelter gate.

Apparently, the soldier who shot the video had his head smashed off.

"What are we going to do?" The company commander asked expectantly.

"Report the situation and ask the captain's guards to come over." Duncan replied.

Hearing this answer, the company commander could not hide his disappointment, and he said with a little dissatisfaction: "With all due respect, regiment commander. This is our chance to take credit, why don't we send two companies and two tanks to lure the distortion out and kill it? ”

"I'm trying to get credit, but the question is, do you know how many aberrations there are? Do you know if there are even more terrifying creatures in the room blocked by them? ”

"We must put an end to any possibility of things getting out of hand."

"At night's rest, the soldiers of the regiment copied the function manual of the power armor ten times, and the part about the biological detection function had to be copied not only but also memorized."

After saying that, Duncan went back to the tank, and did not give the company commander a chance to continue persuading.

The company commander reluctantly carried out the order.

……

Two minutes later.

Outside the headquarters of the gangs, which were blocked by infantry and tanks, transport planes changed from flying to hovering.

In the impression of other regular troops, the Legion Commander Guards was always responsive and very timely, but this time it was Grote.

When they first saw the power armor on Grote's body, the soldiers present were terrified.

Because Grote was carrying the gravity hammer at this time, and the power armor was covered in blood from top to bottom, he had obviously just experienced a battle, and this battle was fought in his favorite form.

But when they saw Grote's face, the soldiers instantly relaxed.

Because Grlot is very good to his own people, not only is he not smiling like Gray, but he will even encourage others after the battle, or even be a piece of.

"No, brethren." Grote carried the gravity hammer and glanced at the people present, "I will try to respond to everyone's requests for help as much as possible, but can't so many of you handle a bunch of deviants?" ”

In addition to two companies of infantry, there were two tanks.

Deviants have no brains, especially now that the patriarch is dead, and they can be slaughtered by any way they can be found.

"There are a lot of aberrations in there, but there's a strange situation, and that's that they all surround a room." An officer stepped forward to elaborate.

"Oh, I see." Only then did Grlot know the more detailed things, and when he saw the application, he only knew that the gang had asked him to deal with the aberrations.

"Let's come along." Grote walked into the building with the gravity hammer, "You'll have a share of credit when this is over." ”

Hearing this, the officer was overjoyed, and thought to himself that Grote was really a particular person.

If Gray comes, he will probably go in without saying a word, and he will still want to carry others.

The group immediately entered the building and walked towards the underground bomb shelter.

"I'm driving the gravity shield, guys, don't get too close for a while." Although Grlot was willing to take these people with him, he was not willing to let them interfere with his enjoyment of the fight.

Hearing him use the gravity shield, those who had planned to follow nearby to provide fire support immediately retreated, fearing that they would be accidentally crushed to death by the gravity shield.

Grouter strides ahead, and uses biological probes to detect all the non-humans here.

The HUD's map marks the location of enemies, totaling two hundred and thirty-one aberrations.

Grote looked at the map and found that the aberrations were indeed very dense and seemed to be blocking something, but the thing they were blocking was obviously not a living thing, otherwise it would have been detected.

Of course, the failure to detect may be due to other reasons.

"What the hell." Grott turned to the others and reminded, "If the situation is not right, you will run immediately, I have a gravity shield, you don't have it." ”

"Don't worry, if the head of the regiment hadn't had to find you, we wouldn't have fought with the deviants in this hellish place, and we would have lured them out and blown them up a long time ago." The officer said helplessly.