Guide to Galactic Dominance

On Xiao Yu's desk are real-time communication pictures of ongoing battles in various places and military information. Mastering complex situations and conducting macro-level command are compulsory courses that no space army general can ignore. The Xiao family is one of the descendants of the Twelve Destiny Knights, and the descendants of the family receive the most elite education. In this regard, Xiao Yu's ability is definitely outstanding among the cosmic army. Unlike Sanchis and other generals who have gained experience in the military, the generals of the Iridium nobles have balanced abilities and extremely high standards.

The commander of the Space Force lectured the fighting Earth Defense Force troops at this time: "The head of state and the people of the earth have placed their trust in you. What you step on is your own homeland, and what you stand behind is your own." Compatriots, our Star Alliance troops have never asked soldiers to fight with their lives against the enemy, but to fight smart. But today, there is no such thing as cleverness. Our flesh and blood is the last line of defense, to kill those in control. Let them know that the people who dominate the battlefield are our Star Alliance warriors!"

Xiao Yu has invested a lot of effort, and at this time he must stand with his soldiers. Star Alliance soldiers from all over the world, with different skin colors and speaking different languages ​​before, after hearing his declaration, cheered up, organized their equipment, and went to the battlefield.

They didn't have time to board any fighter planes or spaceships, so they flew directly out of the base. Powerful war vehicles would accidentally injure a large number of civilians. This was their own planet. Each of them put on the energy weapons of the anti-energy body, ready to fight with the controller.

Their commander will tell them: "If your armor is damaged, the enemy will rush over. Please end your life like a hero, otherwise the controller will use your body to hurt our comrades and relatives. Please ”

Xiao Yu could feel the solemnity and desolation in the entire Earth Defense Force. The soldiers who had previously participated in the Earth Defense Force did not think that they could actually go to the battlefield. The powerful Star Alliance Space Force would keep the enemy away, but When the enemy really appeared in their homeland, they had no choice but to hesitate. The military orders are like mountains, they put on individual armor, the battlefield is right in front of them, they must go on it.

"Has the troop transport ship from Nansha Island arrived?" Xiao Yu asked his senior assistant.

The assistant replied: "The action was taken seven minutes ago. According to the destination sent by our headquarters, more than six million android troops have been delivered to the world. They can basically be in place within an hour."

"Oh, that's good." Xiao Yu nodded, his face a little lowered and his eyelids drooped, as if he was thinking about these things.

He raised his head and asked his assistant: "Have the two star warrior masters from Chuanxingyuan arrived at Wuya Palace?"

"Yes, Chuanxingyuan's operations are also very fast. Basically, all the Star Warrior troops have been sent to the battlefield. The two Star Warrior Masters are stationed at Wuya Palace to protect the safety of His Majesty the Head of State."

Xiao Yu smiled slightly and said repeatedly: "That's good, that's good."

He looked at the slightly golden sky, which was the light shining from countless controllers on the ground.

"Hopefully we can fight this battle well."

--Dividing line--

The black Tiberon heavy armor, tall body, and the light blade in his hand flew up and down, slicing to death a controller who tried to occupy the body of his companion.

The Master Chief gasped slightly. He turned his head and looked around. A soldier he brought out was knocked down by two controllers. The controller's long arms were frantically inserted into the individual soldier's armor on the ground. The individual soldier had lost energy. A was unable to maintain a simple energy field and was invaded by tentacles.

The Master Chief bent his knees, jumped over, raised his arm, and fired three shots from the beam gun on it, leaving the two controllers with no time to dodge and were knocked away. He followed up with a vigorous step, and the light blade was not slow, directly smashing the two controllers. The controller's energy dissipated, and the Master Chief seemed to be able to hear the sounds of their souls struggling and screaming.

He looked back at his comrades on the ground, who were no longer alive.

"It's been a long time since I've fought such a difficult battle." The Master Chief thought and adjusted his breathing.

He was a little anxious, but this weak anxiety made him very excited. After fighting in the universe for so long, he encountered less and less powerful opponents. Only danger could allow him, as a ferocious beast, to fully enjoy the joy of fighting.

This group of orbital airborne troops are all good young men with good quality. They have been training for a long time, and the training intensity is not comparable to any special forces of the old era. Three or five of them formed an action team, gathered in a circle, and used the weapons in their hands to resist the erratic controllers.

The person who moves quickly and can control large or small is a very difficult opponent to deal with. If a controller breaks through and breaks this small formation, the orbital airborne troops fighting on their own will hardly be spared.

Only a monster like Master Chief can be dealt with by himself.

While he was walking, he felt something. Relying entirely on his feeling, he waved the light blade in his hand. The energy blade with the wonderful halo flowing directly cut into the controller who had shrunk to the micron level. The collision of energy caused it to explode, directly killing the controller.

This is the Master Chief's battlefield sense. Even if the enemy is a group of indescribable energy beings, when they launch an attack, the Master Chief can still feel their strong killing intent and can judge the trajectory of their attack. This is the sense of smell he developed after countless battlefield killings and confrontations, and the secret that allows a veteran to survive for such a long time.

"Master Chief, there are too many of them! We must ask for reinforcements." shouted a captain of the orbital airborne troops. Under the visor of his individual armor, he was soaked with sweat, even though it contained a very effective weapon. Air conditioning, but it still couldn't stop him from sweating.

The Master Chief swung his sword to kill a controller again and saved a comrade from crisis. He shook his head and said: "There are too many of these things, and we can't kill them all. The Earth Defense Force does not have a few million in total. Even if you add the leader's android army, it will be tens of millions, but these are dozens of ours." Times. If we retreat, they will immediately rush into residential areas or even get into shelters, which will cause too much casualties."

The captain smiled miserably and said: "Then it seems that our only option is to die here."

The Master Chief nodded: "Maybe you can, but I can't. These things can't kill me."

The captain's smile became even whiter: "Thank you for your honesty. If I die, help me take care of my daughter."

The Master Chief shook his head: "I don't like children. If the Star Alliance still exists after what happened, there will naturally be a government to take care of your daughter."

"You are so inhumane." The captain couldn't help complaining.

Although one was an officer and the other was a non-commissioned officer, no one in the army looked down upon this Iridium man who was like a human and a bear. He is a walking myth among orbital airborne troops, a man who can kill any enemy and is extremely cruel.

The Master Chief lost interest in continuing to chat with the Captain. He kicked off the ground with his strong calves and flew into the sky with the help of the Tiberon heavy armor's jet. On his fast flight path, the Master Chief's light blade exploded again. With two controllers, even if it is as dangerous as the controller's life, it is difficult to deal with an awesome person like the Master Chief.

He was draining all the energy from his body. This kind of battle was something he hadn't experienced in a long time. There seemed to be countless controllers rushing up. They were extremely powerful and could shoot energy balls. Moreover, these controllers seemed to have received the most advanced military training and had very sophisticated small-scale tactical coordination. The orbital airborne troops underestimated them. These guys suffered a loss at first.

"What the hell, who is that person over there?" the captain shouted loudly.

The Master Chief looked over and saw a group of people dressed as civilians walking towards here with dull eyes and extremely uncoordinated movements. Not far behind them, a controller could be seen suspended in mid-air, with tentacles extending from his body inserted into the back of their heads.

"These bastards." The captain shouted with red eyes.

The Master Chief's expression was very indifferent: "They were the group of people who carried out anti-Star Alliance activities here before, but now they have really turned against the Star Alliance in action."

The captain hesitated, "What should we do? They are all Star Alliance citizens."

At this time, the trapped citizens who were rescued by a few orbital airborne troops saw people coming over there, and some people were greeting people they knew.

The captain shouted: "Don't go there, those people are already controlled by aliens."

Seeing the controller's tentacles inserted into the minds of those people, these newly rescued citizens became a little scared.

Without saying a word, the Master Chief took out a more powerful particle grenade launcher and pointed it in that direction. The fired grenade exploded directly on top of the crowd. Five or six people were directly blown into pieces by this powerful grenade, and the controller who controlled them was also seriously injured by the burst of particle jets.

A protester who saw this scene was stunned: "What are you doing?! They are not aliens, they are us earthlings!"

The Master Chief ignored him at all, but frowned: "You are very courageous to interfere with the battle on the battlefield and put me and my comrades in danger. If you dare to provoke me again, I promise to throw you away." Go over there and let them blow you up after turning you into a puppet."

The Master Chief's words sounded calm but the content was extremely fierce, which still calmed the man. The captain immediately asked the soldiers to retreat the civilians back, and led the orbital airborne troops to stop the controllers here.

The man felt humiliated and pointed at the sergeant major and cursed: "Send your soldier number. I'm going to report you, you bad soldier."

The Master Chief suddenly jumped up to the man like an afterimage, and without saying a word, removed his two wrists and chin, and the man screamed in pain.

The Master Chief threw him to his comrades, leaving behind him, walking towards more and more controllers, and said: "You can say that I am a bad person, but I will not admit that I am a bad soldier."