"This thing is big enough."
Lucius, who led the players around to the flank of the battlefield, gave such an evaluation in his heart after seeing the bright light.
But his little players didn't think so.
"Is this also called a nuclear bomb?"
"It's too small! Didn't even blow up a few kilometers?"
"You are stupid, they are tactical nuclear bombs, not strategic nuclear weapons."
"Then why not use it? Isn't it good to go directly to the strategic level?"
"Pick up two balls of mud and squeeze one for me!"
"Quiet." After scolding the whispering players, Lucius pushed aside a capsule and threw it into his mouth. After swallowing it, he continued, "Eat the capsule I gave you earlier."
The players are very obedient, even if someone murmured "this is not scientific", they still obeyed obediently.
The capsules they ate were called Oral anti-radiation agents.
It takes a little longer to work than injections, but works the same.
As long as you don't get hit by a nuclear bomb, or jump into a nuclear crater and roll around, basically there will be no major problems. After leaving the radiation area, take another radiation suppressant, and the only slight effect can be perfectly eliminated.
As for where these pills come from?
Naturally, Werther gave it to him...
Time back to half an hour ago...
As soon as eight o'clock arrived, Oliver led his marines on time and headed towards the legion's position 10 kilometers away.
Since many players had to go offline to eat and ask for leave from the company, when Lucius led the players to the operation camp, Oliver and the others were already on the front line to meet the enemy.
Looking at Lucius who appeared at the gate of the camp, Werther's face was full of surprise.
What surprised him even more was that Lucius not only came by himself, but also followed by a large group of blue coats carrying miscellaneous weapons.
Lucius didn't need to speak, just by looking at the murderous expressions on the faces of those blue coats, Werther could guess what these people were going to do.
"It's too dangerous!"
However, Lucius’s answer was——
"This is our unanimous decision. We cannot watch our allies fight in the front and hide behind. The blood debt must be paid with blood!"
Reluctantly, no matter how much he persuaded him, Werther could only report the situation to his superiors.
Just as the battle situation on the front line was in a state of anxiety, Howard, the chief of the logistics department, only thought about it for two seconds, and immediately approved their request to join the battle, and also supported 300 anti-radiation agents, and 300 green light-emitting strip to Lucius and the others.
Medicines are naturally used to combat radiation. It is expected that they will drop a tactical nuclear bomb on the battlefield in half an hour.
As for the light strip, it is used for friend or foe identification.
After all, bullets don't have eyes. In that kind of chaotic situation, there is no warning mark, and the probability of being accidentally injured by one's own people is even higher than the probability of being hit by the enemy.
It's a pity that there are no extra night vision devices, otherwise Lucius would like to take the opportunity to ask for some.
This kind of night battle artifact is not only good for fighting, but also for picking up waste in the ruins.
Although he didn't ask for night vision goggles, after hesitating, Howard gritted his teeth and took out the only 20 assault rifles equipped with red dot sights and light grips in his inventory, and also gave him 2,400 rounds of ammunition.
On average, each rifle gets four 30-round magazines.
Without saying a word, Lucius accepted all these materials and distributed them to his players.
Among them, the anti-radiation agent and the anti-light-emitting strip must be one at hand, and as for the rifle, it is the one with the highest contribution point.
To be fair, it is of course limited time use.
A total of 210 players received the mission this time, all of whom were old players with VMs. Many of them had even participated in two battles, had good "Combat experience", and their gene sequence levels were above LV4. The highest has reached LV8.
In this way, Lucius led the players to successfully touch the flanks of the battlefield.
The mushroom cloud of the nuclear explosion in the distance has been blown away by the wind and snow, and the power armor unit that tore a gap in the legion's position seems to be surrounded by firepower.
At this time, the drone hovering at a high altitude fired two high-explosive bombs, which landed 800 meters in front of Lucius and his party.
The flames exploded, the trees and building wreckage were torn apart, and the dust billowed into the sky, leaving two craters with a diameter of several meters. The players watching said it was amazing.
"F*ck! This is too fierce!" Mosquito widened his eyes in surprise, and instantly felt that the basket of soil grenades on his back was no longer fragrant.
"Isn't this called art?" Richest Elf King who was standing aside glanced at this guy, "Your one is a firecracker."
Mosquito: "Hehe!"
"Brother Elf King, your night vision can finally come in handy," Mole said with a smile, holding an automatic rifle in his hand.
"What the hell? Was it useless before?"
"Uh, mainly because it didn't show up?"
In the distance, the clone soldiers whose hair and clothes were set on fire could no longer scream, crawled out of the trenches, rolled in the snowdrifts and lost their breath.
Knowing that this was an opportunity created by his allies, Lucius did not hesitate, seized the opportunity and blew the whistle to charge.
This time, he didn't go through the process and shot a round of black guns first?
Hearing the sound of the whistle, the players who had already been gearing up for a while suddenly rushed up screaming as if they had been on a stimulant.
"Kill!!"
"Hooolaaaa!!"
"For an unbreakable alliance!"
"Revenge for Quit Smoking brother!"
"Demacia!"
Looking at the players rushing forward, Lucius smiled, and touched the 20-style "Needle" Gauss rifle on his back with his right hand, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was unnecessary, so he let go, and pulled out the nitrogen-powered hammer hanging next to him.
Since it's a forest-covered ruin, it's okay to be a bit reckless, right?
But to be on the safe side, he planned to wait for the players to charge for a while, to deceive the opponent's "Ultimate move", and then decide whether to use it or not according to the situation.
...
On the other side, the front of the battlefield.
The armored spearhead piercing through the hinterland of the legion is facing the siege of the clone light infantry.
These clone infantry dug a large number of foxholes and trenches in the forest, connecting the ruins of the jungle with the low moss-covered concrete walls.
Although there have been countless battles, large and small, but this is the first time he has fought against the legion, and Oliver dare not take it lightly.
He could feel it, and so did the other party.
When 10 quadrotor drones rushed into the trenches, the junior officers were obviously taken aback. The bazooka they had prepared was useless at all, and they were directly stunned by the machine guns hanging under the drones. Down with their clone brethren.
However, it can be seen that the ten captains of the legion are still very high in combat quality, which is far beyond the comparison of those predators who are carrying water pipes to find faults and fight in groups.
They quickly changed their strategy, withdrawing the light infantry with anti-armor weapons back to the second line of defense, and reorganized the defense.
It was also from here that Oliver obviously felt that the resistance had more than doubled, and the speed of advancing was obviously slowed down.
At the same time, masses of clone light infantry began to outflank them from both sides, trying to retake the positions they had previously captured.
If they succeeded, the torn line of defense would soon turn into a pocket, enclosing the people in it.
At that time, let alone heavy infantry wearing power armor, even a heavy tank with a shield on will not be able to stand up to the light infantry's bazooka and explosives. After all, destruction is always easier than defense.
The Marines of the Pioneer still suffered from the small number of people.
As long as there are one or two hundred infantry behind them, they fill up the pits and protect them with chrysanthemums, so they won't fall into a passive position.
Oliver's plan was to use the advantages of firepower, armor and mobility to directly penetrate the opposite position. This is the best option in low-staff situations.
His opponent obviously also saw this, so he decisively abandoned the first line of defense, pulled the battlefield into the second line of defense, and ordered to defend to the death.
This is the area with the densest building debris in the Elm District, and the terrain also has obvious uplifts compared to the surrounding plains.
Oliver knew very well that if he could seize this high ground, he and his comrades would be able to rely on the terrain to launch a defense, and victory would be within easy reach.
And if you can't rush through.
It will be a matter of time before the back pockets are closed. Coincidentally, the other party thought so too.
When it comes to this point, it's a life-and-death contest.
Trenches and foxholes had been turned into meat grinders, bullets and gunpowder rolled like blades, and every inch of ground seemed to be embedded with stumped limbs.
Even though the steel was armed from toes to teeth, Oliver, who replaced the overheated barrel for the second time, still felt a little bit of effort from this intensive offensive.
A comrade-in-arms has already fallen beside him.
The battle was at a stalemate.
The opponent seemed to have made the determination to sacrifice more than 90% of their vitality, frantically urging the clone light infantry forward.
Unable to bear the electric shock on the back of the neck and the mental pressure on the verge of limit, many clones collapsed and jumped out of the trenches.
Some seemed to simply want to commit suicide, while others rushed towards them like suicide with cluster grenades, intending to die with them.
These people are out-and-out lunatics.
Their brains have been completely assimilated by the thought of war.
If it was an ordinary predator, it would have collapsed as early as the tactical nuclear bomb fell, but they were different, they would rather be smashed into a sieve than look back.
Casualties began to appear on the team members, and a trace of madness gradually appeared on Oliver's face.
Fortunately, at this moment, news came from the rear headquarters that 200 reinforcements from shelter 404 had arrived on their flanks.
There was a surprise on Oliver's face, but more of a surprise of relief.
Without further ado, he gave an order to let the drones that had just finished supplying and arrived at the front line throw the two unheated high-explosive bombs directly on the east side of the front line to help their allies open the gap.
As expected, his allies did not disappoint him, and seized the opportunity to charge immediately.
The group of blue coats carrying miscellaneous weapons did not have the slightest fear in the face of the burning flames, and with the support of aerial firepower, they quickly disintegrated the right side of the legion.
Their style of play is extremely tough, and they charge bravely against the whizzing bullets, without fear of death at all. If you are far away, use a bolt-action rifle to shoot, or simply jump into the trench, use bayonets and butts, or even pull out an ax to fight the clones.
Facing the attack from two directions, the right position of the Legion was shaken obviously, and the balance of victory began to tilt towards the coalition forces composed of shelter 404 and Pioneer.
Just then, a hoarse roar came.
The huge figure with an iron pan on its back screamed and smashed through the vast snow and fog, and used the steel plate on its chest to forcefully catch the incoming machine gun fire, and even used its body to directly crash into the second line of defense of the army, broke into the In a half-collapsed ruin.
The captain and clone troopers in the room were visibly stunned when he entered.
They saw a lizard wearing a breastplate, bleeding profusely from its shoulders and arms, holding a javelin and an ax firmly in its hands, and carrying a boiling boiler behind its back.
They had never seen such a strange creature.
They didn't expect this guy to be so brave!
Mr. Garbage who was excited about his head didn't hesitate at all. He had been suffocated in the shelter for a long time, and now he had the opportunity to kill.
"Hahahaha! I have returned to the battlefield!"
The javelin slammed into the chest of the captain who was wearing a navy blue coat and looked like an elite monster at first glance. He grabbed a head with his free right hand and smashed the concrete bricks on the wall. He chopped down one who rushed up with a bayonet.
Only then did Mr. Garbage realize that there was actually a machine gun next to the crooked corpse, and there were palm-length bullets in the box next to it.
His breastplate was completely smashed during the charge.
Glancing at his claws, Mr. Garbage sighed in his heart that it was a pity, pulled out the javelin stuck in the commander's chest, and burrowed into the trench behind the ruins.
A bloodbath broke out again!
Not only the ten captains of the legion were stunned, but even the allies who were attacking on the frontal battlefield were stunned, looking at the lizard emitting white smoke and didn't know what to say.
"Where did this lizard come from?"
"Alien?!"
"...A friendly army?"
"It's probably the same as that white bear. It's a pet kept by those blue coats? Look, there are light strips on his shoulders... just treat it as a friendly army."
Oliver yelled over the com channel.
"Our friendly forces have captured the eastern position of the second line of defense of the legion. All the power armor left the trench and moved forward, and the light infantry followed!"
"Leave it to our allies behind the scenes. Now we have to use the mobility of the armor to split them from the middle!"
"Yes, sir!"
...
The only disadvantage of the Poinner is that it is understaffed. Now, this disadvantage has been filled.
Although I don't know where they found this group of fearless fighters, but the fact is that those people are even braver than their clone light infantry, and they are more flexible while defying death...
The second line of defense quickly fell.
The bag that was about to be sealed was torn open again.
The power armor that captured the high ground drove straight in, and with the support of aerial firepower, it quickly cut through the army's position and completely divided the battlefield.
And behind them are those who jumped into the trenches to make up the knife and clean up the remaining blue coats...
Temporary headquarters.
Listening to the frontline report from the radio, Vanus' pupils were filled with disbelief. He still couldn't believe that he was attacked by a third-party force.
Reinforcements?
Where can the people from the enterprise get reinforcements?
This is the River Valley Province!
Could it be that there are still survivors living in this area who dare to intervene in the affairs of the legion?
Vanus growled and said.
"Who are they!"
The voice of the frontline adjutant was tinged with panic.
"I don't know! They are wearing fur coats, and they are holding miscellaneous weapons that are simpler than our cannon fodder. They play quite savagely, very much like... Predator! And there is a lizard! Damn..."
Predator?
Lizard?
Vanus' mind was completely confused...
Meanwhile, the command center of the Poinner.
Looking at the heroic blue coats in the aerial footage of the drone, everyone standing here fell into a long silence.
It is unexpected.
The first person to break the silence was Howard, the head of the logistics department.
Many people standing here have heard him complain about those blue coats, especially the manager who is greedy for money, loves to play tricks, and always likes to take advantage of him.
He said in a solemn voice.
"Please allow me to pay the highest tribute to them. They are a group of true warriors. They have a righteous heart, are not afraid of sacrifices, and are not afraid of powerful enemies. They extended a helping hand to us in times of crisis."
"I take back all the thoughtless and biased comments I made before, and I sincerely apologize...I will speak to him in person afterwards."
After a pause, Howard seemed to have made some kind of decision, and looked at the people around him.
"Although this is an exception, I still plan to do it. I will use my credit score as a guarantee to submit a formal application to the Silver Wing Group's board of directors."
"Give them the honor of 'Enterprise Permanent Strategic Partner'!"
Although everyone around was surprised, no one expressed any objection.
Bob, the adjutant of the Marine Division, nodded in agreement.
"Count me in for the signature."
"They're worth it!"
"This thing is big enough."
Lucius, who led the players around to the flank of the battlefield, gave such an evaluation in his heart after seeing the bright light.
But his little players didn't think so.
"Is this also called a nuclear bomb?"
"It's too small! Didn't even blow up a few kilometers?"
"You are stupid, they are tactical nuclear bombs, not strategic nuclear weapons."
"Then why not use it? Isn't it good to go directly to the strategic level?"
"Pick up two balls of mud and squeeze one for me!"
"Quiet." After scolding the whispering players, Lucius pushed aside a capsule and threw it into his mouth. After swallowing it, he continued, "Eat the capsule I gave you earlier."
The players are very obedient, even if someone murmured "this is not scientific", they still obeyed obediently.
The capsules they ate were called Oral anti-radiation agents.
It takes a little longer to work than injections, but works the same.
As long as you don't get hit by a nuclear bomb, or jump into a nuclear crater and roll around, basically there will be no major problems. After leaving the radiation area, take another radiation suppressant, and the only slight effect can be perfectly eliminated.
As for where these pills come from?
Naturally, Werther gave it to him...
Time back to half an hour ago...
As soon as eight o'clock arrived, Oliver led his marines on time and headed towards the legion's position 10 kilometers away.
Since many players had to go offline to eat and ask for leave from the company, when Lucius led the players to the operation camp, Oliver and the others were already on the front line to meet the enemy.
Looking at Lucius who appeared at the gate of the camp, Werther's face was full of surprise.
What surprised him even more was that Lucius not only came by himself, but also followed by a large group of blue coats carrying miscellaneous weapons.
Lucius didn't need to speak, just by looking at the murderous expressions on the faces of those blue coats, Werther could guess what these people were going to do.
"It's too dangerous!"
However, Lucius’s answer was——
"This is our unanimous decision. We cannot watch our allies fight in the front and hide behind. The blood debt must be paid with blood!"
Reluctantly, no matter how much he persuaded him, Werther could only report the situation to his superiors.
Just as the battle situation on the front line was in a state of anxiety, Howard, the chief of the logistics department, only thought about it for two seconds, and immediately approved their request to join the battle, and also supported 300 anti-radiation agents, and 300 green light-emitting strip to Lucius and the others.
Medicines are naturally used to combat radiation. It is expected that they will drop a tactical nuclear bomb on the battlefield in half an hour.
As for the light strip, it is used for friend or foe identification.
After all, bullets don't have eyes. In that kind of chaotic situation, there is no warning mark, and the probability of being accidentally injured by one's own people is even higher than the probability of being hit by the enemy.
It's a pity that there are no extra night vision devices, otherwise Lucius would like to take the opportunity to ask for some.
This kind of night battle artifact is not only good for fighting, but also for picking up waste in the ruins.
Although he didn't ask for night vision goggles, after hesitating, Howard gritted his teeth and took out the only 20 assault rifles equipped with red dot sights and light grips in his inventory, and also gave him 2,400 rounds of ammunition.
On average, each rifle gets four 30-round magazines.
Without saying a word, Lucius accepted all these materials and distributed them to his players.
Among them, the anti-radiation agent and the anti-light-emitting strip must be one at hand, and as for the rifle, it is the one with the highest contribution point.
To be fair, it is of course limited time use.
A total of 210 players received the mission this time, all of whom were old players with VMs. Many of them had even participated in two battles, had good "Combat experience", and their gene sequence levels were above LV4. The highest has reached LV8.
In this way, Lucius led the players to successfully touch the flanks of the battlefield.
The mushroom cloud of the nuclear explosion in the distance has been blown away by the wind and snow, and the power armor unit that tore a gap in the legion's position seems to be surrounded by firepower.
At this time, the drone hovering at a high altitude fired two high-explosive bombs, which landed 800 meters in front of Lucius and his party.
The flames exploded, the trees and building wreckage were torn apart, and the dust billowed into the sky, leaving two craters with a diameter of several meters. The players watching said it was amazing.
"F*ck! This is too fierce!" Mosquito widened his eyes in surprise, and instantly felt that the basket of soil grenades on his back was no longer fragrant.
"Isn't this called art?" Richest Elf King who was standing aside glanced at this guy, "Your one is a firecracker."
Mosquito: "Hehe!"
"Brother Elf King, your night vision can finally come in handy," Mole said with a smile, holding an automatic rifle in his hand.
"What the hell? Was it useless before?"
"Uh, mainly because it didn't show up?"
In the distance, the clone soldiers whose hair and clothes were set on fire could no longer scream, crawled out of the trenches, rolled in the snowdrifts and lost their breath.
Knowing that this was an opportunity created by his allies, Lucius did not hesitate, seized the opportunity and blew the whistle to charge.
This time, he didn't go through the process and shot a round of black guns first?
Hearing the sound of the whistle, the players who had already been gearing up for a while suddenly rushed up screaming as if they had been on a stimulant.
"Kill!!"
"Hooolaaaa!!"
"For an unbreakable alliance!"
"Revenge for Quit Smoking brother!"
"Demacia!"
Looking at the players rushing forward, Lucius smiled, and touched the 20-style "Needle" Gauss rifle on his back with his right hand, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was unnecessary, so he let go, and pulled out the nitrogen-powered hammer hanging next to him.
Since it's a forest-covered ruin, it's okay to be a bit reckless, right?
But to be on the safe side, he planned to wait for the players to charge for a while, to deceive the opponent's "Ultimate move", and then decide whether to use it or not according to the situation.
...
On the other side, the front of the battlefield.
The armored spearhead piercing through the hinterland of the legion is facing the siege of the clone light infantry.
These clone infantry dug a large number of foxholes and trenches in the forest, connecting the ruins of the jungle with the low moss-covered concrete walls.
Although there have been countless battles, large and small, but this is the first time he has fought against the legion, and Oliver dare not take it lightly.
He could feel it, and so did the other party.
When 10 quadrotor drones rushed into the trenches, the junior officers were obviously taken aback. The bazooka they had prepared was useless at all, and they were directly stunned by the machine guns hanging under the drones. Down with their clone brethren.
However, it can be seen that the ten captains of the legion are still very high in combat quality, which is far beyond the comparison of those predators who are carrying water pipes to find faults and fight in groups.
They quickly changed their strategy, withdrawing the light infantry with anti-armor weapons back to the second line of defense, and reorganized the defense.
It was also from here that Oliver obviously felt that the resistance had more than doubled, and the speed of advancing was obviously slowed down.
At the same time, masses of clone light infantry began to outflank them from both sides, trying to retake the positions they had previously captured.
If they succeeded, the torn line of defense would soon turn into a pocket, enclosing the people in it.
At that time, let alone heavy infantry wearing power armor, even a heavy tank with a shield on will not be able to stand up to the light infantry's bazooka and explosives. After all, destruction is always easier than defense.
The Marines of the Pioneer still suffered from the small number of people.
As long as there are one or two hundred infantry behind them, they fill up the pits and protect them with chrysanthemums, so they won't fall into a passive position.
Oliver's plan was to use the advantages of firepower, armor and mobility to directly penetrate the opposite position. This is the best option in low-staff situations.
His opponent obviously also saw this, so he decisively abandoned the first line of defense, pulled the battlefield into the second line of defense, and ordered to defend to the death.
This is the area with the densest building debris in the Elm District, and the terrain also has obvious uplifts compared to the surrounding plains.
Oliver knew very well that if he could seize this high ground, he and his comrades would be able to rely on the terrain to launch a defense, and victory would be within easy reach.
And if you can't rush through.
It will be a matter of time before the back pockets are closed. Coincidentally, the other party thought so too.
When it comes to this point, it's a life-and-death contest.
Trenches and foxholes had been turned into meat grinders, bullets and gunpowder rolled like blades, and every inch of ground seemed to be embedded with stumped limbs.
Even though the steel was armed from toes to teeth, Oliver, who replaced the overheated barrel for the second time, still felt a little bit of effort from this intensive offensive.
A comrade-in-arms has already fallen beside him.
The battle was at a stalemate.
The opponent seemed to have made the determination to sacrifice more than 90% of their vitality, frantically urging the clone light infantry forward.
Unable to bear the electric shock on the back of the neck and the mental pressure on the verge of limit, many clones collapsed and jumped out of the trenches.
Some seemed to simply want to commit suicide, while others rushed towards them like suicide with cluster grenades, intending to die with them.
These people are out-and-out lunatics.
Their brains have been completely assimilated by the thought of war.
If it was an ordinary predator, it would have collapsed as early as the tactical nuclear bomb fell, but they were different, they would rather be smashed into a sieve than look back.
Casualties began to appear on the team members, and a trace of madness gradually appeared on Oliver's face.
Fortunately, at this moment, news came from the rear headquarters that 200 reinforcements from shelter 404 had arrived on their flanks.
There was a surprise on Oliver's face, but more of a surprise of relief.
Without further ado, he gave an order to let the drones that had just finished supplying and arrived at the front line throw the two unheated high-explosive bombs directly on the east side of the front line to help their allies open the gap.
As expected, his allies did not disappoint him, and seized the opportunity to charge immediately.
The group of blue coats carrying miscellaneous weapons did not have the slightest fear in the face of the burning flames, and with the support of aerial firepower, they quickly disintegrated the right side of the legion.
Their style of play is extremely tough, and they charge bravely against the whizzing bullets, without fear of death at all. If you are far away, use a bolt-action rifle to shoot, or simply jump into the trench, use bayonets and butts, or even pull out an ax to fight the clones.
Facing the attack from two directions, the right position of the Legion was shaken obviously, and the balance of victory began to tilt towards the coalition forces composed of shelter 404 and Pioneer.
Just then, a hoarse roar came.
The huge figure with an iron pan on its back screamed and smashed through the vast snow and fog, and used the steel plate on its chest to forcefully catch the incoming machine gun fire, and even used its body to directly crash into the second line of defense of the army, broke into the In a half-collapsed ruin.
The captain and clone troopers in the room were visibly stunned when he entered.
They saw a lizard wearing a breastplate, bleeding profusely from its shoulders and arms, holding a javelin and an ax firmly in its hands, and carrying a boiling boiler behind its back.
They had never seen such a strange creature.
They didn't expect this guy to be so brave!
Mr. Garbage who was excited about his head didn't hesitate at all. He had been suffocated in the shelter for a long time, and now he had the opportunity to kill.
"Hahahaha! I have returned to the battlefield!"
The javelin slammed into the chest of the captain who was wearing a navy blue coat and looked like an elite monster at first glance. He grabbed a head with his free right hand and smashed the concrete bricks on the wall. He chopped down one who rushed up with a bayonet.
Only then did Mr. Garbage realize that there was actually a machine gun next to the crooked corpse, and there were palm-length bullets in the box next to it.
His breastplate was completely smashed during the charge.
Glancing at his claws, Mr. Garbage sighed in his heart that it was a pity, pulled out the javelin stuck in the commander's chest, and burrowed into the trench behind the ruins.
A bloodbath broke out again!
Not only the ten captains of the legion were stunned, but even the allies who were attacking on the frontal battlefield were stunned, looking at the lizard emitting white smoke and didn't know what to say.
"Where did this lizard come from?"
"Alien?!"
"...A friendly army?"
"It's probably the same as that white bear. It's a pet kept by those blue coats? Look, there are light strips on his shoulders... just treat it as a friendly army."
Oliver yelled over the com channel.
"Our friendly forces have captured the eastern position of the second line of defense of the legion. All the power armor left the trench and moved forward, and the light infantry followed!"
"Leave it to our allies behind the scenes. Now we have to use the mobility of the armor to split them from the middle!"
"Yes, sir!"
...
The only disadvantage of the Poinner is that it is understaffed. Now, this disadvantage has been filled.
Although I don't know where they found this group of fearless fighters, but the fact is that those people are even braver than their clone light infantry, and they are more flexible while defying death...
The second line of defense quickly fell.
The bag that was about to be sealed was torn open again.
The power armor that captured the high ground drove straight in, and with the support of aerial firepower, it quickly cut through the army's position and completely divided the battlefield.
And behind them are those who jumped into the trenches to make up the knife and clean up the remaining blue coats...
Temporary headquarters.
Listening to the frontline report from the radio, Vanus' pupils were filled with disbelief. He still couldn't believe that he was attacked by a third-party force.
Reinforcements?
Where can the people from the enterprise get reinforcements?
This is the River Valley Province!
Could it be that there are still survivors living in this area who dare to intervene in the affairs of the legion?
Vanus growled and said.
"Who are they!"
The voice of the frontline adjutant was tinged with panic.
"I don't know! They are wearing fur coats, and they are holding miscellaneous weapons that are simpler than our cannon fodder. They play quite savagely, very much like... Predator! And there is a lizard! Damn..."
Predator?
Lizard?
Vanus' mind was completely confused...
Meanwhile, the command center of the Poinner.
Looking at the heroic blue coats in the aerial footage of the drone, everyone standing here fell into a long silence.
It is unexpected.
The first person to break the silence was Howard, the head of the logistics department.
Many people standing here have heard him complain about those blue coats, especially the manager who is greedy for money, loves to play tricks, and always likes to take advantage of him.
He said in a solemn voice.
"Please allow me to pay the highest tribute to them. They are a group of true warriors. They have a righteous heart, are not afraid of sacrifices, and are not afraid of powerful enemies. They extended a helping hand to us in times of crisis."
"I take back all the thoughtless and biased comments I made before, and I sincerely apologize...I will speak to him in person afterwards."
After a pause, Howard seemed to have made some kind of decision, and looked at the people around him.
"Although this is an exception, I still plan to do it. I will use my credit score as a guarantee to submit a formal application to the Silver Wing Group's board of directors."
"Give them the honor of 'Enterprise Permanent Strategic Partner'!"
Although everyone around was surprised, no one expressed any objection.
Bob, the adjutant of the Marine Division, nodded in agreement.
"Count me in for the signature."
"They're worth it!"
