Him and their stars

These troll warriors were like gophers who had been hiding under the ice and snow. They suddenly rushed out from the edge of the snow one by one and suddenly appeared next to the soldiers of the 11th Division. They directly included the war into their favorite melee combat.

Indeed, no race in the known universe enjoys melee combat more than the Myshandar trolls. After all, in addition to being strong and thick-skinned, they also possess the racial talent of being able to gnaw their flesh to restore blood.

However, the unscientific situation is that although the troll has various advantages, it has never been heard that he is more resistant to freezing than the bear. They only have rudimentary life-support equipment and power skeletons, and they can't even do it with a piece of power armor. How on earth do they manage to sneak into the ice and snow? And judging from their appearance, each one of them looked crazy and ferocious, as if they were not disturbed by the cold at all.

Then, 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, there is not all 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 existed.

"The head of the investigation department should be hanged!" Colonel Chamen couldn't help but gritted his teeth. But he immediately realized that he had not spent any time investigating the planet, but had only sent two detection drones to circle the planet twice and conduct a cursory scan. The time spent is not as long as that of a private expedition team.

No, if we don't even understand the changes in surface temperature, we can't expect to find positions buried under the ice.

"Where is our heavy firepower?" Brigadier General Wu Sansong grabbed Brigadier General Nai Weng.

The Ursine General 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 Naiven was after all a Ursine warrior known for his bravery, and the coordinated command level of 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 and carried a light spear as a sniper rifle last time, right?"

"Yes, sir! Uh, 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 temperature of the scene. When "explorers" who lack attack means cannot go to the battlefield at will, 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, and his promotion to the second level was all due to the experience he gained last time by killing star-devouring insects with Commander Yu. With his current ability, he couldn't specify more specific coordinates in this short time.

"That's enough!" The major carrying the light spear cannon had already crouched down and firmly planted the stabilizing device behind the heraldry machine on the thick ice. As a result, the two of them took the heraldic machine and formed a semi-fixed fort. 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. They started to cover the area with artillery fire, but 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 either lured or forced the enemy to the weak ice. As a result, several more shock bombs landed on the pale ground, immediately creating huge craters.

In an instant, more than two regiments of soldiers fell into the overturned ice and snow.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, more predators came from all directions. The battle situation fell into complete chaos, and 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, then glanced at the glacier directly ahead. He took a deep breath, unfolded his alloy machete, and casually slashed an approaching eight-claw self-propelled cannon through it.

"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 most obvious, and began to lead the charge.

Brigadier General Wu Sansong felt that he was surrounded by enemies on all sides, and even if he tried to summon his "direct" psykers, he could not find them anywhere.

"The fleet must be prepared..." Commodore Wu Sansong gritted his teeth, preparing to issue this order that would most likely land him in a military court. Of course, considering his background, even if he goes to court, he will most likely be able to get away with it. He doesn't even need to take off his military uniform. He can be a good man again after a few years in cold storage.

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 achieve 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 out strong radiating electromagnetic waves to the surroundings, just 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 several degrees. Baidu.

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 have not forgotten the friendly forces on the planet representative. Although they could not reach the command level, they still sent a wide-area broadcast for ten consecutive minutes to inform the Marines of the 11th Division who were fighting bloody battles that they could retreat. Two hundred kilometers of new retreat point. The fleet has dropped supplies and machine field hospitals there and can regroup.

What's more important is that as soon as you get there, you will be in the fortress's shooting dead zone, and the fleet will be able to pick up 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 don't 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 from the battlefield by his own guard company. But 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 to break out towards 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 can still be regarded as 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 even 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.

By the time Brigadier General Neon and the remnants of the 11th Division retreated to the evacuation point, it seemed that it was already past 4 a.m. on July 31. After a final count, it was determined that less than one-third of the officers and soldiers returned to the team.

Looking at his disabled soldiers, Brigadier General Nai Weng felt sad. However, this is not the time to cry loudly, as he has to face questions from his superiors.

The seriously injured Commodore didn't even have time for a petri dish. 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 put on such a miserable and pitiful look was somewhat of an act. If you are miserable enough, your Excellency, Commander, shouldn't be the same as you, right?

General Ursine did not expect that General Conneris was born as a technocrat. He was more like an 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 can tolerate failure, but he cannot tolerate his subordinates fooling him after failure. This seems to be mocking his own IQ.

"Fifteen thousand people, they can catch them all in four hours! Even if they have fifteen thousand pigs, they can't catch them all in four hours!"

In fact, it’s not all over. In fact, more than 3,000 Marines of the 11th Division 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 troops.

However, this unit belonging to the ace division of the Earth Marine Corps has been almost disabled. 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 was taken away. According to unwritten rules, when the flag is taken away, it is equivalent to the unit being annihilated. Even if the remnants realize their shame and rebuild the army bravely, they should no longer use their previous numbers and titles.

Of course, you can also pinch your nose and forcefully restore the number. Anyway, there is no legal problem. However, after all, a strong army needs to be fed by a sense of honor, and heartless and shameless people are still in the minority after all.

As a result, 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 a problem with the executor.

"Major General Parker, why did you leave the cover position?" The frosty-faced Chief of Staff did not directly attack Commodore Neon, but asked the admiral of the squadron who was responsible for the cover.

Since they are elites, even when dealing with subordinates, they 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 in full 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 too! 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 Conneris sighed quietly. Warships are more important than marines. This has actually always been the consensus among the military circles of various countries. The former is the epitome of a country's technological and industrial strength, while the latter only requires dragging a young prostitute to the barracks for three months to practice before firing 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 this was quite reasonable. After all, Major General Parker is his direct and old subordinate, and what he says is always easier to make sense than 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 Naion, a strong bear man, did not resist, but shouted in a crying voice: "I, I passed through 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!"

Is this bear man actually a member of Acting President Maria Manson? This was 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 Admiral Connors a high look. He seems to be a technocrat, but he is actually prepared to use a general's head to establish his authority. This ruthlessness is quite like a carnivore.

However, he did not want to, or rather did not bother to consider the deep political implications. He only knew that Vice Admiral Picard, deputy commander of the expeditionary force and admiral of the Tenth Fleet, was sitting on his flagship Glorious Terra, so now it was his turn to speak.

"Excuse me, is Brigadier General Wu Sansong still alive?" Yang Xiyi said in a gentle tone.