Him and their stars

Ash huddled against the wall, carefully observing in secret, watching the blue light flashing in and out of the other person's eyes.

The robot who claimed to be Summers aimed the ion cannons on his arms at the two people in the corners of the hall, but comforted him in a gentle tone: "If you surrender now, you can actually get an exaggerated deal." . After all, we and the Alliance are good-neighborly and friendly allies, and because of their special status, they will naturally not be harmed."

The ranger pursed his lips, and there was indeed a hint of intention.

To be honest, when his force field shield was blown away by an ion cannon from the robot, he was already thinking about how to surrender gracefully.

The reporter lady said: "My status is special, but you are not. Mr. Ash, you are just a ranger and private security guard. You have no official status."

The ranger's face suddenly stiffened again, as if it had been smeared with paste.

However, Summers added: "As far as I know, you and Commander Yu are friends, and you will not be harmed even for his sake. However, Mr. Asher Stein, If you continue to resist, how long can your friendship last?"

The ranger nodded subconsciously.

"When did you become his friend? At most, it was just that you accepted his employment during the last battle in Tulong." The reporter lady added: "The divinely chosen champion is not a man of faith. After the Tulong incident, He shot and killed several Chinese citizens without hesitation! Weren't you at the scene at that time?"

Can you two come to an agreement before continuing the fight? The Ranger guy wanted to leave the show in tears for a moment.

But at this point, even if he wanted to escape, he had nowhere to go. Because, there were clear footsteps again from the other side of the gate.

Isn't it? You actually have an ambush! Sure enough, intellectuals like you are poisonous!

Just as the ranger said this, he suddenly discovered that the robot claiming to be Summers was also a little nervous. Although he couldn't read the expression of a robot himself, he could see that the other person turned around and took a few steps back, using his huge body to The entrance to the ruins was blocked, but the muzzle was pointed at the discovery of the source of the footsteps.

Then, a strong body that showed no fear in the face of the robot appeared from the door.

It was a troll wearing armor, an exaggerated helmet, and a gorgeous ribbon cape. He looked like a mighty rooster. He was carrying a Gatling cannon, and one hand was holding a windmill-like double-headed machete upside down.

Warlord Sazaka? The database from another body soon informed the other party's identity.

"Hahahaha, someone actually came before us." The famous troll general opened his battle ax and laughed: "But, as the saying goes, it is better to come early than to come..."

Before he finished speaking, the robot had already raised its ion cannon and fired at him first.

"Let's take care of the predator offal first, and then talk about anything else." He said loudly, and the electronic lights in his eyes immediately turned red.

Ya Xiu thought to himself that your schizophrenia breaks down really quickly, and the positions between the enemy and the enemy change too quickly, but he didn't wait for him to say a few words. The reporter lady in another corner of the stone hall had already taken out her pistol and fired at the huge figure enveloped by the ion beam, but what she shot out was a miniature missile as big as a pencil.

Two people and one robot had been fighting for such a long time, but there was still no clear winner. A big reason was that neither side was willing to be cruel. Even if it can't be regarded as complete, at least it can be regarded as harmony and friendship.

Even so, no one on either side thought that this troll could be dispatched with a little more use.

The troll picked up the double-edged machete and flicked his wrist, making it dance like a windmill, instantly blocking all the ion beams whizzing in front of him. Discrete plasma splashed on the ground, turning the solid soil into a liquid wrapped with arcs.

At this time, the pencil-sized missile had already roared towards us. Immediately afterwards, it suddenly scattered before it came into contact with the enemy's body, turning into countless small steel balls and blasting towards the troll.

This time, Sazaka couldn't avoid it no matter what. However, he did not even subconsciously dodge or defend, allowing his huge body to catch these steel balls. His mountain-like body remained motionless, just like a mountain facing a strong wind.

But all they heard was a series of clanking sounds. The steel balls didn't seem to hit the flesh, but hit an iron wall directly. He raised his head amidst the deadly rain of bullets and blazing energy, showing a ferocious smile, like a beast that had cornered its prey.

"Hey, I originally wanted to resolve the matter peacefully."

In a trance, a shadow flashed out from behind him, but it was a tall sandman covered in pitch-black scales. He was holding an alloy spear wrapped in a decomposition field in both hands, and was wearing a seemingly simple exodynamic skeleton. , but there is a Gatling cannon and a coil with an arc beating on the shoulders.

"Electromagnetic pulse?" the robot said angrily.

Although it was still a typical machine stick pronunciation with no fluctuations, for some reason, Ash could hear the other party's wavering. He just took a deep breath, and with a flash of force field, he rushed in front of the sand citizen, and the lightsaber slashed directly at the opponent's neck. At first glance, this seems to be a very cruel killing move, but in fact it is just a feint.

No matter whether the opponent is preparing to dodge or resist, the light blade can change the pulse cannon at any time and hit the opponent's shoulder.

Almost at the same moment, the reporter also ran out of her hiding place. She didn't have a psychic skill as convenient as Ash's force field jump, but she had already reached the side of the troll with a tactical roll. In the process of rolling, he also completed the action of changing the magazine. Judging from her skillful look, it was obvious that she had done it many times.

The two sides, who were clearly fighting to the death a few minutes ago, now behaved like warriors who had fought together many times.

"Very good, every story like this should always have a final battle, so that it can have a sense of ritual and epicness. I like stories like this very much." The troll general stretched out his hand and laughed, his small eyes behind the goggles He seemed to flash an interested smile, then raised his machete and smashed it with the robot's impact drill.

"Boom!" With such a huge roar, the footsteps of both of them seemed to sink into the ground.

Facing this robot that was a head taller than him, the Troll General did not lose at all in the wrestling match.

Taina Moen still went around to his side and fired all 20 bullets from a magazine into the gap on his side that lacked armor protection. However, these bullets, which were enough to penetrate the skin of a rhinoceros, all hit the troll's body, but they seemed to hit the armor plate of a chariot, deforming and falling to the ground.

"But who can see the end of the story?" the troll laughed.

"The end of Cyborg's unparalleled warrior, the Troll's blood-rage war madness, Tomitelli's Great Khan's loyal general, Silver Heart's running dog, and the famous Sazaka Hale is coming. !" Dr. Warren murmured and sighed as he looked at the planet as beautiful as topaz outside the porthole.

He didn't lower his voice this time. As a result, the staff in the cab were immediately amazed that their boss had so many names, which they had never heard of before.

At this moment, Dr. Warren, who had returned to low-Earth orbit, was commanding his subordinates to operate the transport ship to avoid attacks from defense satellites while retreating towards the back side of the "moon" next to him. Of course, don’t forget to continue to pay attention to the battle situation on the planet below.

From the perspective of ordinary crew members, especially the trolls, the best development at present is of course for our side to achieve a complete victory, defeat the Earth's army on the ground, make a big profit, and then everyone can escape.

If you think about it this way, Dr. Warren's attitude is too pessimistic.

Regarding the questions from the people below, Dr. Warren couldn't help scolding: "You idiots! Can't you see that we are actually at a disadvantage now?"

No one knows why. These technicians responsible for operating the ship are considered intellectuals among the predators, but they are not smart enough to understand the battle situation.

In their view, our side has been attacking and the other side has been retreating on defense. What's more, the Allied forces broke through the mountain pass, and our own soldiers also drove the enemy from the first line of defense to the second line. They are now less than 300 kilometers away from Tulong. Isn't this evidence that our side has the upper hand?

"You only see the battle line, don't you see the losses? Can't you see that we can't attack anymore?" Dr. Warren said angrily.

"Uh... Doctor, when I was taking online classes with General Huitan, the alliance's art of war professor told me that battle reports can deceive people, but battle lines cannot deceive people!" A long-bearded demon pilot cautiously suggested He questioned, but although his tone was polite, his eyes could not hide his arrogance.

Dr. Warren and the guy looked at each other for two seconds, then he took out his pistol without expression and fired a capacitive bullet at the guy's head.

The long-bearded demon pilot covered his head and fell down with a moan, then twitched like a fish that had just been pulled ashore, and there was a sudden commotion inside the ship. Fortunately, this foul-mouthed guy was just a co-pilot. Even if he died on the spot, it would not affect his driving, and he would not cause any trouble.

The ship just swerved and braved the artillery fire from the New Yumen Orbital Defense Satellite, and finally hid behind the New Yumen moon. Everyone on the boat breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did Dr. Warren have time to think about what he had just seen and heard: "...are the Earth's marines so capable of fighting now? Well, no, it's not that they can fight, but they use reasonable methods. Defensive tactics!”

He was very aware of the fighting prowess of those Myshandar trolls. They are all veteran bandits who have participated in at least three plundering campaigns. They are all strong and ruthless, well-equipped (at least by the standards of plunderers) and well-trained. Certain rage drugs.

Such a troll veteran can definitely take down half a dozen empire or alliance marines.

The doctor originally thought that thousands of such powerful trolls, combined with twenty Silver Heart Sons chariots, could easily tear a slit in the direction of humans.

But in fact, the predators led the army of sand people, but they were beaten to death in front of the human defense line, like an invincible rhinoceros, charging into the swamp.

"No, it's a revolutionary land warfare tactic!" He said to himself again.

This was indeed a tactic Dr. Warren had never thought of. Trenches, interception nets, mines, traps, and firepower configurations that maximize efficiency.

When he thought about this, he suddenly realized that he was indeed standing at a historical node, and he suddenly got goosebumps all over his body.

"General Sazaka, you didn't lose unjustly! However, you probably didn't want to win Tulong in the first place. Now that you can become the background of a historic event, you should be able to rest in peace, right?"

At this point, Dr. Warren should be able to tell even with the hindsight that Warlord Sazaka had no intention of taking Turon. In other words, when our side was forced to land near the hills 400 kilometers away from Tulong by the opponent's artillery fire at the northern foot of the mountain, it was no longer possible to capture Tulong.

However, he still landed all his troops without hesitation.

So, why are you? Dr. Warren was still puzzled, but he could no longer think about it. At this time, a signal of gravity well vibration appeared at the edge of the distant galaxy, and then an ugly ship appeared. The battleship, which had no sense of design and was full of green skin but insisted on being painted in red, jumped into this galaxy with murderous intent.

Dr. Warren quickly patted his face, tried to cheer up, and said to his panicked subordinates: "Don't worry, General Sazaka has anticipated this. It's time to implement the next plan. Turn to X221, A178 and G445 cosmic points use the gravitational slingshot of the New Yumen to accelerate and leave the local system at the highest cruising speed!"

"Doctor, the energy on the ship is only enough for five jumps at most. This is the result of us removing the capacitor batteries of the other two ships." The chief engineer said with a grimace.

"I know, I know, but no matter what, let's think about how to escape now."

When the armed merchant ship rolled and crawled out of the earth-moon orbit of Xinyumen and fled towards the gravity well in the distance, the Scarlet Throne was like a lion that had eaten enough prey, taking steps that it would never recognize. Stepping forward, he swam to the sky above the new Yumen in a swaggering manner.

The remaining company on the ship also quickly received the news that a medium-sized armed merchant ship was escaping. However, just like a lion will never chase a fleeing rabbit after eating and drinking, the Scarlet Throne was too lazy to expend energy on the small ship. The truly worthy prey were all on the surface of Xinyumen. All he had to do was drive the battleship to low-Earth orbit and fire a few shots at the enemy's positions.

Washing the ground with neutron bombs will of course affect friendly forces, but such a large warship still has many weapons that can be used for long-distance orbital bombing.

"Analyze where the enemy headquarters is? Also, determine the location of Sazaka. You don't need to notify me after you find it. Just use the ion cannon to evaporate the guy." Yu Liandao.

The crew immediately started working nervously. After all, the Scarlet Throne is a dreadnought ship used for decisive battles in outer space. Its radar capabilities are much stronger than those of the two defense satellites. It only takes a few seconds to conduct a holographic scan of the battlefield. You should be able to find the big fish in the enemy formation soon.

Immediately afterwards, Colonel Zamen, who was in the hangar, also reported to him: "All marines have boarded the cabin. They can launch landing operations at any time!"

This old brother's tone of eagerness and dissatisfaction was much more domineering than when he fought against the Star Eater before. Compared to a huge monster like the Star Eater that stretches for hundreds of kilometers, he is obviously more interested in torturing food.

This is also understandable! Only hardcore players can experience the fun of soul-based games, but no matter what kind of players they are, they cannot resist the urge to rush into the formation of soldiers and mow the grass on the easy difficulty level.

However, Yu Lian said: "Don't worry, let's fire the cannon and plow the ground for a few rounds first."

"Ah, this..."

Colonel Chaimen was a little uncomfortable with Yu Company's style of play, but the latter had directly connected to the signal at the other end of the hangar: "Colonel Dutt, wait until the three rounds of bombardment are completed, and then let the fighter jets set off."

Three teams of Ghost fighters in the hangar are equipped with the so-called P-type, which is a universal model that can perform combat missions in space and the atmosphere.

In a war, the bombardment should be completed, the planes should be bombed, the planes should be bombed, the cannon should be bombed, and the infantry should just follow closely to clear the ground.

Of course, this kind of gameplay will definitely make traditional warriors like Colonel Zamon feel the sadness of being abandoned by the times, so I still can’t go into too much detail.