Chapter nine hundred and twenty seventh charge and retreat
These troll warriors were like gophers who had been hiding under the snow and ice. They suddenly rushed out from the edge of the snow one by one and suddenly appeared beside the soldiers of the 11th Division. They immediately took the battle to their favorite place. in close combat.
Indeed, there is no race in the known universe that enjoys close combat more than the Myshandar Trolls. After all, in addition to their strong body and rough skin, they also have the racial talent of being able to chew their flesh to restore health.
However, the unscientific situation is that although trolls have various advantages, they have never been heard to be more frost-resistant than bear-men. They only have rudimentary life-support equipment and power bones, and each of them has a power skeleton. Even if they can't do it, how on earth do they manage to sneak into the ice and snow? And judging from their looks, they are all crazy and ferocious, as if they are not disturbed by the cold at all.
Immediately afterwards, a bright light flashed on the snow-capped mountains in the distance. Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen high-explosive artillery shells landed in our dense military formation, setting off a crazy explosion.
The enemy has set up a hidden artillery position on the snowy mountain opposite!
Of course, it's not that there is no good news. At least it can be confirmed that this place is indeed heavily fortified, so it is most likely the location of the energy diffusion device.
...if that thing really exists.
"The head of the investigation department should be hanged!" Colonel Chamen couldn't help but gritted his teeth. But he immediately realized that his side did not spend any time investigating the planet at all, but only sent two detection drones to circle around the planet twice. I did a quick scan. It didn't take as long as a private inspection team.
No, if you don't even understand the changes in surface temperature, you can't expect to find positions buried under the ice.
"Where is our heavy firepower?" Brigadier General Wu Sansong grabbed Brigadier General Nai Weng.
General Ursine looked at his comrades who were fighting bloody battles with the trolls, and the soldiers who were massacred by the enemy's condescending bombardment. He couldn't help but become angry. He just pushed away a four-ring psyker and shouted: "I am the division commander! Don't get in the way. My command!"
It was a tough statement, but Brigadier General Neon was after all a Ursine warrior known for his bravery, and the coordinated command level of the various departments was a bit clumsy, not to mention that he was under such a sudden attack.
The battle lasted for more than a minute before our own heavy firepower finally began to counterattack, but the artillery fire was sparse and did not hit the opponent's hidden firepower points at all.
What kind of battle is this? Colonel Chaimen gritted his teeth and patted his helmet. He ignored the furious Brigadier General Wu Sansong and directly ordered the psykers to assemble.
"Major Silica...oh, yes, she's not here. Who is that? You followed Major Silika's example last time and carried a light spear as a sniper rifle, right?"
"Yes, sir! Well, my name is..."
"It's not important! Get ready to shoot!" Colonel Chaimen captured another captain. He remembered that this guy seemed to be a "controller" and was very sensitive to the subtle perception of the temperature of the scene. "Exploration" who lacked attack means could not go to the battlefield at will. Under such circumstances, these psychic masters are the best battlefield scouts.
"Can you determine where the heat source is?"
The captain reported an area with a grimace. He was just a rookie. He was promoted to the second level because of the experience he gained last time with Commander Yu in killing star-devouring insects. With his current ability, he couldn't be more specific at this time.
on the coordinates.
"That's enough!" The major carrying the light spear cannon had already squatted down, firmly pinning the stabilizing device behind the heraldry machine on the thick ice. So the two of them took the heraldic machine and
A semi-fixed fort has been formed. He took a deep breath, moved the muzzle of the gun, and pulled the trigger toward the place marked by his comrades.
The red light, which can serve as the energy main gun of a small battleship, is pointed at the towering icebergs and snowfields like a sharp sword.
Of course, it was impossible for the predators hiding in the snow-capped mountains not to notice this, and they directly started to cover the area with artillery fire. However, they were deflected by the activated shields jointly deployed by several psykers.
A minute later, the ice on the top of the mountain began to melt, turning into an avalanche mixed with floods and toppling down, covering the hidden artillery position.
"Great fight! I'll give you the thirty-year-old bottle of fire prize when you get back!" Chaimen said.
However, this was only a tactical victory. Firepower points hidden in other places also began to show their power. More importantly, the 11th Division had been lured or forced by the enemy to the weak ice. So, several more rounds
The shock bomb landed on the pale ground, immediately creating a huge crater.
In an instant, more than two regiments of soldiers fell into the overturned ice and snow.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, more marauders poured in from all directions. The battle situation fell into complete chaos. There was no longer any distinction between the front line and the rear. Even Brigadier General Neon was shot in the abdomen.
Colonel Chaimen looked at the battle situation around him, and then glanced at the glacier directly in front of him. He took a deep breath, unfolded his alloy machete, and casually slashed through an approaching eight-claw self-propelled cannon.
"Do you believe me?" He looked at the seven subordinates gathered behind him.
If you add yourself, you can form two psyker tactical units.
"Just give the order." The young major took back the light spear cannon and picked up a rapier and a gatling.
"Very good! After this battle! Maybe we can all get promoted." Chaimen laughed. He stretched out his long knife and pointed in the direction of the iceberg where the heat source was the most obvious, and began to lead his team to charge.
Brigadier General Wu Sansong felt that he was surrounded by enemies on all sides, and even if he tried to call out his "direct" psychics, he could not find them anywhere.
"The fleet must be prepared..." Commodore Wu Sansong gritted his teeth and was about to issue this order that would most likely land him in a military court. Of course, considering his background, it would be very unlikely that he would actually go to court.
You can get away with it in eighty-nine years, and you don't even have to take off your military uniform. You can stay in the cold for a few years and you'll be a good man again.
Moreover, as a soldier, you will always die. What is the difference between dying in the hands of the enemy and dying in the artillery fire of your own people? As long as you can win the final victory, it is a price worth paying.
By now, he was almost certain that the target he was looking for was right in front of him.
However, when he just raised his head, he found that the fleet had deviated from its original orbit.
When the task force strike fleet commanded by Major General Parker crossed the horizon of the A1 dwarf planet, it was directly hit by the beam cannon fired from the long-awaited fortress.
The opponent was still some distance away from the A1 planet, and the accuracy was not very good. It did not directly hit any battleship, but just passed by the Chimera battlecruiser at the outermost edge of the fleet. Then, the main body of the beam spread to the surroundings.
The strong radiated electromagnetic waves that came out were like Corona attacking the beautiful anti-epidemic system. It easily penetrated the shields and armor of all battle cruisers, and instantly increased the temperature inside the ship by hundreds of degrees.
As a result, this cutting-edge battle cruiser, which had been in service for less than ten years, began to explode from the inside like raw meat placed in a microwave oven.
In this way, the Community Expeditionary Fleet lost the first main battleship of this war in the New World.
The task force began to retreat. Of course, they had not forgotten the friendly forces on the planet representative. Although they could not reach the command level, they sent out a wide-area broadcast for ten consecutive minutes to inform the 11th Army Division who was fighting a bloody battle.
The team members can retreat to a new retreat point two hundred kilometers away. The fleet has already placed supplies and machine field hospitals there, and can regroup.
More importantly, once you get there, you will be in the fortress's blind spot, and the fleet will be able to meet everyone.
It is worthy of being a street specimen of the Solar System Fleet. What they want is an authentic ZLQ of the old Earth. In terms of not treating the Marines as human beings, they really do not treat them as human beings.
The commander of the 11th Division, Brigadier General Neon, was seriously injured and unable to command for a while, and was snatched off the battlefield by his own guard company. However, the chief of staff was killed by a grenade while commanding, completely losing command of the entire army.
The soldiers of the 11th Division were only commanded to the company level, so they had no choice but to break out toward the retreat point.
Of course, Brigadier General Wu Sansong, the deputy commander of the Blue Star Guards, also lost contact with the psykers under his command. Fortunately, the advantage of psykers is that even if they lose their troops, they themselves can be considered a
An extremely powerful combat unit.
We are not sure whether Brigadier General Wu Sansong is qualified to hold the current position behind his back, but at least we can be sure that this guy who has been a guerrilla can be regarded as an excellent psyker. He can operate a heraldry machine single-handedly.
They carved a bloody path and rushed faster than the armored vehicles of the 11th Division.
Wu Sansong's charge should have been just to break out of the encirclement, but objectively speaking, many soldiers did take this opportunity to break out of the encirclement.
It seemed that by the time Brigadier General Neon and the remnants of the 11th Division retreated to the evacuation point, it was already past 4 a.m. on July 31. A final count showed that less than one-third of the officers and soldiers who had returned to the unit were left.
Looking at his disabled soldier, Brigadier General Nai Weng felt sad. However, this was not the time to cry loudly. He had to face questions from his superiors.
The seriously injured Brigadier was too late to get a petri dish, and he didn't even eat breakfast. He just used bio-adhesive to heal the wound, took two tablets of compressed blood-replenishing medicine, and then arrived on the flagship, the Independence, in disgrace.
In fact, the reason why he puts on such a pitiful and pitiful look is somewhat of an act. If he is miserable enough, the Commander should not be the same as him, right?
General Ursine did not expect that General Conneris was born as a technocrat. He was more like a professional official than a military official. His fighting skills were questionable, but how could he be deceived by such a little trick? What about him?
Admiral Connery was furious. He could tolerate failure, but he could not tolerate his subordinates fooling him after the failure. This seemed to be mocking his own IQ.
"Fifteen thousand people, it took four hours to catch them all! Even fifteen thousand pigs, they couldn't catch them all in four hours!"
In fact, it is not all over. In fact, more than 3,000 Marines of the 11th Division have successfully returned. In addition, the fleet has at least built a landing base on the back of the A1 planet and is gradually gathering the remaining soldiers.
However, this unit belonging to the ace division of the Earth Marine Corps has been almost crippled. It will probably take at least one or two years of recruitment and repairs to restore its combat effectiveness. But, damn, even the division flag has been snatched away. Gone. According to unwritten rules, if the flag is snatched away, it is equivalent to the unit being annihilated. Even if the remnants realize their shame and bravely rebuild the unit, they should no longer use the previous designation and title.
Of course, you can also pinch your nose and force the restoration of the number, and there is no legal problem anyway. However, after all, a strong army needs a sense of honor to feed it, and there are still a small number of heartless and shameless ones.
Therefore, the famous "Polar Bear Division" is equivalent to disappearing from the order of the Community Marine Corps.
As long as General Conneris thought that he might be the first commander to lose a division-level organic unit after the independence of the community, how could he not become furious?
Also angry was Lieutenant General Tivington. After all, she was the one who formulated the entire tactical plan. However, what’s wrong with a super returning elite student like her? It must be the fault of the executor.
"Major General Parker, why did you leave the covering position?" The frosty-faced Chief of Staff did not directly attack Commodore Neon, but asked the admiral of the squadron responsible for covering.
Since you are an elite, even if you deal with the people below you, you should be justified.
Rear Admiral Parker, who had a fair face and a soft temperament and a sharp voice, hurriedly said: "Your Excellency, I executed it completely in accordance with the tactical plan. Once I entered the attack range of the enemy fortress, I should give priority to protecting the battleship... Moreover, the Chimera was also Sunk."
The implication is that I have worked hard! You see, I have already lost one battle cruiser. I am worthy of my superiors, and of course I am worthy of my friendly forces.
Admiral Connors sighed quietly. Battleships are more important than marines. This has always been the consensus among the military circles of various countries. The former is the embodiment of a country's technological and industrial strength, while the latter only needs to find a young man.
The guy should be dragged to the barracks to train for three months and then issue a gun.
"Moreover, can't we fight without fleet cover? We can't cover the Marines, but neither can the Marines!" Major General Parker said again.
"Thank you for your hard work." The commander felt that what he said was quite reasonable. After all, Major General Parker was his direct subordinate and his words were always easier to make sense than those of outsiders.
Lieutenant General Tivington said coldly: "Indeed, the result of this battle was because Brigadier General Neon did not resolutely perform the duties of the commander. Your Excellency, Commander, when the army is on an expedition, military discipline must be strict!"
Admiral Conneris's hesitation only stayed on his face for a moment, and then a hint of evil appeared on his face: "Guards!"
"I, how could you..." Brigadier General Nai Weng already understood something, but before he could finish his words, two guards wearing power armor rushed into the conference room and grabbed the Ursine General's arm.
Probably due to physical injuries and heartache, Brigadier General Neon, a strong bear man, did not resist, but shouted in a crying voice: "I, I passed away in New Atlantis."
Blood! I was wounded in the Far Shore Nebula! I have performed military exploits for the community! I will perform military exploits for the community! I want to see Lieutenant General Seyo! I want to see Madam President!"
This bear man is actually a member of Acting President Maria Manson? This is a bit beyond Yang Xiyi's expectation.
Of course, this is an election year, and the Acting President has not even passed the intra-party election. She was crushed by Chairman Nishita, and she is considered to be out of date.
Yang Xiyi also gave General Connery a high look. He seemed to be a technocrat, but he was actually prepared to take a general's head to establish his authority. This ruthlessness was quite like a carnivore's.
However, he did not want to, or did not bother to consider the deep political implications of this. He only knew that Vice Admiral Picard, deputy commander of the expeditionary force and admiral of the 10th Fleet, was sitting on his flagship Glorious Terra. So,
Now it's my turn to speak.
"Excuse me, is Brigadier General Wu Sansong still alive?" Yang Xiyi said in a gentle tone.
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