Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

The Foresight, a battleship as huge as a behemoth, several kilometers long, is quietly anchored among the vast sea of ​​stars.

At this moment, Ren had already received the urgent message for help, and this undoubtedly became a great opportunity for Ren.

In order to successfully complete the difficult mission entrusted to him by the Supreme Tribe, Ren resolutely embarked on the journey together with his adjutant Xingji and Huigui.

"The anesthetic is ready! Just a drop of this stuff is enough to make the most ferocious and brutal creatures in the universe fall asleep, and the anesthesia lasts long enough to last for an entire new star." Ren stared at the dark green liquid in the syringe in his hand, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

Then, he handed the syringe to Huigui beside him without hesitation.

"After we carefully select the target, Xingji and I will work together to control its every move, and you will shoulder the key task of injecting this magical anesthetic into its body." Ren methodically deployed the follow-up action plan. In addition to the three of them, there are also a large number of well-equipped and well-trained combat uniform troops and airborne troops waiting in full battle array.

"Get ready! All members of the troops in combat uniforms, please make sure to adjust your status quickly after boarding the Batfish transport plane, and always remain highly alert and be fully prepared to parachute in the atmosphere at any time! Because according to the latest intelligence, our assault troops are suffering from the fierce bombardment and ruthless support from the enemy's powerful and ferocious Hydra anti-aircraft artillery! The situation is extremely serious, but please don't panic! Therefore, after careful consideration and careful planning, we decided to change the original offensive strategy and choose to launch the assault at night."

Ren shouted solemnly, his sharp eyes like a hawk fixed on the warriors in front of him who were ready to go.

Then, without hesitation, he transmitted the detailed and precise combat instructions accurately to the high-tech helmets worn by every Nova soldier through advanced communication technology.

"Everyone, please pay attention! From now on, board the warship in an orderly manner... Everyone, please pay attention! From now on, board the warship in an orderly manner..." As the sonorous and powerful commands rang out, drones like steel behemoths shuttled rapidly between the spacious and bright cabins like lightning; fully armed rising star soldiers took firm and vigorous steps, and gathered towards the hangar like a surging tide.

After a short, busy yet orderly assembly, they immediately followed the pre-set formation, with well-trained and well-coordinated teams as the basic units, and stepped into the interiors of the majestic Orca transport planes in a skillful, neat and uniform manner.

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"John Basilone? Tell me, wouldn't it be nice for you to be a champion boxer who is famous and attracts a lot of attention? Why do you have to be idle and serve in the Marine Corps?"

At this time, several teammates were huddled in the trenches, their eyes all turned to John Basilone who was busy fiddling with heavy explosive bombs, and they shouted loudly.

The combat team they were in was deployed outside the city and had two important missions: one was to search for enemy troops trying to escape; the other was to hold their positions firmly to prevent sudden attacks from the enemy.

Facing the doubts and confusion of his teammates, Basilone responded without turning his head, muttering: "Do I need any special reason to serve the great Emperor? This is the supreme honor!" After that, he quickly inserted the magazine of heavy bolter into his waist, and then quickly took out the special tool that he had modified privately, ready to try to lift the heavy heavy bolter.

"Basilone? You're not going to lift the heavy bomb, are you? You're not a Catachan, how could you..." The teammates next to him looked at Basilone in astonishment, their eyes full of disbelief and worry.

They knew very well that the weight of the heavy bomb was not something that ordinary people could bear, and even strong soldiers might not be able to do it easily.

However, at this moment, a jaw-dropping scene took place - the heavy bomb that was originally extremely heavy and seemed unable to move at all, actually began to rise slowly under the strength of Basilone's arms that were as hard as steel!

As time passed, the heavy bomb gradually left the ground and was finally firmly held in Basilone's hand.

His expression was firm and confident, as if the world had stopped at this moment.

The teammates around him were all stunned, with their mouths wide open, unable to speak for a long time.

"Who says only Catachans can run with heavy bombs?" Basilone raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a slightly provocative smile.

"Wow! Basilone, if you keep holding on like this, you'll probably have to change into that cold, hard mechanical prosthesis!" One of the teammates grinned and shouted jokingly.

"Hey! I bet five bucks that Basilone can only last five more minutes at most!" Another teammate blew a smoke ring and interrupted confidently.

"Tsk! Only five minutes? If you ask me, he can't even last three minutes! I'll raise the bet by ten dollars!" Another person followed suit, seeming to be very sure of his judgment.

At this time, several other teammates around him also echoed the words. They gathered around Basilone, holding cigarettes from the headquarters, and laughed and teased the seemingly exhausted companion in front of them. However, facing the jokes of everyone, Basilone seemed unusually calm and composed.

He slowly put the heavy heavy bolter in his hand back to its original position, then gently clapped his hands to shake off the dust on his body.

"Keep in touch with the next position, don't lose the line!" Basilone warned seriously.

"Understood, rest assured, tough guy!" A team member responded with a smile, and at the same time did not forget to tease Basilone's mighty image. The other team members also laughed.

However, they did not forget their mission. One of the team members quickly took out the auspicious instrument from his side and shouted to the friendly troops: "This is position 6, please reply if you hear me! Everything is fine and very safe. It can be said that this place is more reassuring than my grandma's house!"

After a moment, the other party responded: "Received, continue..." Just as everyone was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a sharp and piercing electromagnetic interference sound resounded throughout the space. This sudden noise was like a sharp sword, instantly piercing the originally peaceful atmosphere.

Then, something disturbing happened - the communication was interrupted without any warning!