The mountains under the night are being swept by heavy rain.
This is the eighth exercise area of ​​Nesson Six. Sabrin likes the number eight, but he doesn't like this kind of weather because there is no vegetation on the ground. The cold rainstorm makes all the roads extremely slippery. Even if he is a superman, he has to walk carefully.
Soon, he came to a place similar to a cave. The entrance of the cave was made in basic disguise. Li Lin hid in the shadows inside the cave, and the falling rain sprinkled on his armor from time to time.
Seeing him motionless, Sabrin even thought he was asleep.
But obviously it wasn't. It's logical that he was hushing, but in fact it might be closer to being dazed. Another guy in Ranger Warrior armor stood about five meters away from Li Lin, leaning against the rock wall with his hands in his chest, and he also looked like a statue.
The two of them seemed to have no communication at all.
Sabrin ignored them and walked straight into the hole.
It was dark at first, but after walking more than a dozen steps, warm light and faint conversation came.
"Have you ever served any independent mission for these poor decades?"
As soon as Sabrin entered, he saw the Ranger Warrior named Weis Flanagan raised his eyebrows provocatively. In front of him was a simple table with a tactical map, surrounded by helpless Bahram and Konan Eng from the flesh-torcher.
There is not small space in the cave, with dozens of warriors scattered around and gathered together in groups of battle groups. Although they came from three battle groups, they had one common feature, that is, they did not serve for a long time, not more than a hundred years.
Bahram spread his hands helplessly.
"Brother Wes, I didn't say I have any command capabilities. I just think that the secondary command requires us to perform 'armed' reconnaissance missions, which should include the intention of waiting for an opportunity to seize that stronghold. Now, after preliminary reconnaissance, the enemy situation there is not very complicated. As long as we continue to invest our strength to figure out the distribution of firepower inside, then-"
"No? Then the three of us are just ordinary soldiers. Very good. This matter should not be decided by you."
While Wes Flanagan kept chattering, Kinnan Engel, who had not spoken suddenly raised his chin.
"Our duty is to win, not to go through that holy book if you have time. Do you Rangers and Warriors have no tactical regulations of your own?"
"Let me tell you what responsibility is."
Wes Flanagan's voice was loud and resounding in the cave.
"What the superiors require is reconnaissance. If we change tasks at will according to our own understanding, is this different from those reckless mortal soldiers?"
Bahram immediately said:
"I didn't say that we would change the mission, but if the enemy allowed it, maybe we could directly capture the fortress instead of waiting for a long twelve hours before doing this. After all, there is a bigger goal in the entire exercise area."
When he finished speaking these words, Bahram's tone was actually a little tired.
To be honest, Soshiyan's idea of ​​letting various battle groups form a joint tactical company is very good, and it can indeed greatly promote the understanding and tactical linkage between various battle groups. But this kind of thing is almost a disaster in the 11th Company.
Especially the relatively rigid ranger warriors and very impulsive flesh-killers who were with them, coupled with the eleventh company's generally sarcastic atmosphere, made the entire operation very unsuccessful from the beginning.
If Bahram hadn't been there, the joint force would have disbanded.
"Or why you use that thick book to smash the gate of the stronghold!"
In response, the meat-torcher squeezed out this sentence with gritted teeth.
And the Ranger Warrior didn't give in at all.
“Since we are talking about duties, there is no duty more important to us than following orders.”
At this time, Sabrin walked forward and threw his wet helmet directly onto the table, which shocked the three of them to look at him at the same time.
"Ask XX! I have already gone to reconnaissance for you during this quarrel. There are only more than a thousand fighter servants in the stronghold. There are about twenty fixed firepower around the guard wall, half of which are hidden, and will be triggered only if the enemy appears."
Then, his eyes swept across everyone.
"As long as it's not a waste, there's no problem taking down these 30 or 40 people, right?"
Wes Flanagan frowned.
"What are you talking about? You are sure there is no problem with the number of enemies like this? This exercise is not just high-intelligent machine servants, but also heavy weapon machine servants. In addition, whether there may be other traps or hidden troops in the stronghold? You haven't figured out these, so why talk about reconnaissance? I still mean that, use feint attack to test the enemy's firepower, then retreat, and change direction until you find out all the enemy's firepower points, and finally report to the command center."
Sablin shook his head disdainfully and tapped his fingers on the tabletop.
"I have a better idea. You are feinting, and we are waiting for an opportunity to sneak into the stronghold from one side and destroy its command center."
However, Kenan Engel, the meat-torn player, did not intend to be a supporting role.
"In my opinion, tearing the enemy with a gun bullet is the glory given to us by the emperor. Just a few enemies can be attacked directly!!"
The two sides argued for a long time, and finally made a stitching plan in front of them, part of which was feinted, while Sabrin and others sneaked into the stronghold and opened the door, leaving some people to guard the entrance, and others tried to attack the inside of the stronghold. If the enemy was too strong, retreat, and then take it directly.
But in fact, Bahram is not optimistic about such a plan because he will be very hesitant to implement it and will not please both sides.
The facts do prove this.
Half an hour later—
"Damn, are they feinting?"
Hiding behind a huge strange rock and looking at the small fortress with bright lights hundreds of meters away, Sabrin found that the sound of the attacking guns was a bit abnormal.
It was too intense, and it was mixed with a faint roar.
Bahram was trying to communicate with the distance by radio, and he cursed a minute later.
"I fucking know this will happen! The group of people who tore the meat-torn person directly attacked, and the Ranger Warrior still put the original plan... Forget it, I'll go to the fart gate, and we go directly to the beheading center."
With the help of the firepower attracted by friendly forces, more than a dozen veterans of the 11th Company used hook lock equipment to directly climb over the guardrail more than ten meters high, and then entered the interior of the stronghold.
"Quick! Quick! Alternate cover!"
Bahram, who led the team, shouted orders on the channel. His young and eager words were like gunfire. Every Space Marine pricked up his ears to deal with the first round of firefighting with the enemy.
At this time, Bahram finally saw the interior of this stronghold for the first time. To the height of a super soldier, the steel-concrete building is not high and spacious, and looks untreated and extremely dirty.
Chapter completed!