Chapter 163

Half a minute later, the order of Colonel Vader, commander of the 4337 infantry regiment, came from the radio.

The assault begins in five minutes.

The whole regiment, like the previous troops, rushed into the line of fire and saw what would happen.

Miller deployed his company's heavy weapons team to a predetermined location.

, he took his radio pickup away from his mouth, put his whistle to his mouth, took a deep breath of extremely dry air, and then waited for what he thought was a long time.

The shelling stopped.

Didi -!

Miller blew his whistle hard.

The sharp whistle spread around the team. Without hesitation, the soldiers roared and rushed to the top of the trench.

Then there was the sound of automatic fire and the scream of personnel.

Before long, Miller and his command team turned out of the trench.

They were on the top of the potholes that led to being hit by enemy shells, with enemy fire points made of boulders in front.

The machine gun eye of a bunker 200 meters away was spitting out flames, and Miller tried not to flinch in front of the heavy explosive fire that tore the ground to pieces.

"Class five, kill the bunker!"

Miller shouted to his radio station, and then smoke from the rocket launcher blocked his sight.

The fire support team fired a rocket at the bunker. He couldn't see the explosion when the rocket hit the target in the thick smoke.

When the smoke from the rocket dispersed, he saw that the bunker had become a smoky ruin, and Miller felt it easier to breathe.

"Second platoon, advance for the glory of the emperor and 4337 regiment!"

His men followed him down the slope, weapons fired around him, and then mortars and rockets roared behind the enemy line.

Although the 4377 regiment once rushed to the edge of the enemy's defense line, it was defeated in front of all kinds of heavy firepower.

Today's situation is like a massacre, just like yesterday, just like yesterday.

Another day of failure.

The layout of the camp is a horizontal and vertical network. There is a lamp post at each intersection. In addition to the pungent smell emitted by the human body, it is the smell of generators burning fossil fuels.

Their feet clattered in the dust, and Miller felt as if his feet were going to sink into the ground.

He walked all the way with his head down so that the dust wouldn't fall into his eyes.

He wanted to know what other officers who came to the parliament tent thought, but no one said it, just immersed in everyone's own pain.

Today's failure is too heavy.

Sometimes he even missed the angels he had seen - and then, unfortunately, the astats left after saving the landing area to carry out more important tasks.

But in this embarrassing situation, it seems difficult to break the deadlock without external force.

A burst of noise suddenly awakened Miller from his thinking. He looked up and found that it was a strange guy surrounded by people.

"Then let me show them."

There was a triumph in the man's words, waving his arm at some big guy.

Miller stepped forward and vaguely saw a huge thing, which was as big as an officer's tent.

After pushing away the crowd, he first saw the track of the super heavy tank. It was almost as wide as the bed he slept on, blocking the briefing tent on the other side.

He stepped back to have a better look at the tank.

This guy's track is two people high, which makes him a dwarf. The huge fort occupies the front superstructure of the tank. The double heavy automatic gun extends from both sides of the car body, the front armor is a heavy flamethrower, and a main gun with huge caliber extends from the top of the gun tower.

"When did this come in?"

Asked an officer curiously.

"An hour ago."

The man standing in front of the tank said:

"It was the astat regiment that sent these guys directly to the landing area, and then these big guys drove all the way here."

"What type of heavy tank is this? I really don't think I've seen it. We'll use this to lay down the enemy's front?"

Miller then asked, because the armored assault had not been tried before, but it didn't work at all. The charred wreckage of chimera personnel carrier piled up a lot in front of the enemy's defense line.

"I just heard that this is a makado heavy tank, a very old tank, and it's not one, it's twelve."

The officer who introduced him became very excited.

"A whole super heavy tank battalion. Well, those green bastards can't stop our cavalry rolling forward this time. It's impossible."

Miller is not sure about this, but he is as awed by these war machines as others.

They watched the tanks until the gendarmerie came to catch them - they didn't arrive at the meeting in time.

"Cough -"

The meeting tent is covered with thick clouds, which makes people feel very uncomfortable. It is also mixed with moisture and heat from the human body.

A holograph on the central chart table flickered the image.

The tent was very crowded, not to mention the officers of the 4377 regiment tried to squeeze forward. It looked better. Miller was pushed aside directly.

The colonel and his men leaned against the table and looked angrily at the image displayed on the holograph.

In fact, the above content is not much. They are all pictures of naval battles. Human warships and green warships have erupted many naval battles around a planet and several satellites, and the orbit has been filled with all kinds of debris.

Two of the five satellites have been captured, but three are fighting in a desperate corner. Their resistance is making the green skin win more time, and the form around the Fallon galaxy is further deteriorating.

The green skin of other galaxies has begun to participate in combat. War is to the green skin what flowers are to bees.

Finally, the sullen face of Lord Mazar, the head of the bitter Walker regiment.

He said only four words.

fight a quick battle to force a quick decision.

"We killed more than 2000 people yesterday."

The Colonel turned off the camera and turned to the officers.

He was a veteran with a white beard and a wrinkled face.

"This attack has dragged on too long, guys. You see those heavy tanks, too. They come from the armored assault battalion of the star knights. Colonel Lucian is their commander."

Then, from the corner of the tent,

Stand up alone.

He was wearing a long coat with the shoulder and collar of the tank commander. The style of the badge was the same as theirs, but the pattern on it was very strange - two silver cross swords.

Miller not only recalled the symbols of the angels.

The officers in the tent turned to see him, and then the man spoke.

"Gentlemen, tomorrow, either the green skin of that place will be completely eradicated, or we will get a glorious death in the process of trying to eradicate them."

What the tall man said was very straightforward and pure. With unshakable determination, everyone was inspired by it.

The Colonel nodded.

"Do you all understand?"

"Yes, sir!"

The officers of the 4337 regiment responded neatly.

"Then this is the latest plan. Turn over all the alien rats and send them all to heaven in tanks!!"