After Becoming a Little Sister

"Hmm." General Rexxar put the broad-bladed sword of the 'Deputy Sword of the Son of Heaven' on his back, and turned his gaze to the outside of the bridge: "But before we set sail, we need to deal with some interesting opponents."

"...opponent?" The Flügel staff officer raised his head: "What opponent?"

"Ask what the defensive nodes on the periphery are doing, and they are approached by the other party to this point, and they don't even notice it."

"?!!"

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The weather in Iceland is not so intense.

The 'landing' point near the seaside was a place where smuggled people came to land in the initial exercise setting. It was neither a large deep-water port nor a populated area. If I had to say it, it was just an ordinary only along the coast.

If it weren't for the ships of the Divine Fleet, they generally violated Newton's wishes, and if they were replaced by a large human fleet, one would have to eat a wave of reefs first.

And it was in such a deserted environment with rugged reefs that two small special forces actually touched the edge of the God's Fleet.

Along with the uplift of water plants floating on the shore, a figure in a diving suit quietly poked his head out and looked at the three ships in sight.

Speaking of which, in fact, the tonnage of the frigates of the Godly Fleet is not low, and their size is even larger, otherwise they would not be able to carry thousands of people.

But thanks to the other party's Laoshizi alien technology, these ships are so light and agile. Looking at the shimmer flowing on the hull and the shape so thin that one doubts whether it can bear the weight of the ship itself, it is really counterintuitive. People can't accept it.

Hmm... Look at the photos taken by the ghost photographers in the promotional outlets, the ones that can take a [-]-ton large drive into a hundred-ton class, maybe you can accept it.

The special team withdrew their gaze, quietly submerged into the water, and disappeared.

And in a corner of the bay a few kilometers away, a special armored force pulled a net to prevent aerial reconnaissance. The entire convoy was half buried in the mud in a wilderness. I have to wonder why there are so many small soil and big rocks.

In the endless wilderness, this kind of "magnificent" hiding method will make people relax their vigilance, which is an alternative psychological warfare.

As the only contingent sent by the Republic to participate in this exercise in friendship, this small-scale armored force has a total of less than 200 people. The total number of all members is considered a battalion-level armored unit, and a group of them will be divided out. People are in charge of logistics.

When the God's Grace Army turned on full channel blocking, but the exercise army was able to barely use the information link intermittently, they communicated silently.

And when they passively received the information, they were like submarines going deep into the sea. After receiving the news that the largest air base was destroyed, even the communication within the team was actively interrupted-in the words of the team commander, this is a big problem. A lasso that even boars can see clearly.

Silly boy, since the other party has something to do and turns on full-channel interference, could it be that the quality of the equipment is not good enough to interrupt and interfere for a while?

It is clear that a window is left for the exercise army to send letters actively, just like fishing to make a nest, deliberately lure those signals out, and judge the location.

And being able to go straight to the air force base at the beginning of the game has verified the conjecture of the task force-the other party has a certain ability to reverse the pursuit through communication.

The task force then made a second attempt, which was to test the upper limit of the wide-area reconnaissance capabilities of the Divine Grace Army.

After paying the price of three squads, they sent back the only request communication to the headquarters.

Then they marched in the opposite direction along the road of the opponent's march, preparing to find where the headquarters of the Divine Grace Army was.

The headquarters agreed to their request-broadcasting the battlefield situation on a full frequency band, and mobilizing the existing troops to cover their beheading operation.

Anyway, the headquarters has been discovered, sending out the letter will not affect the crisis of the opponent's main force rushing directly, it is better to say that there is still a chance after luring the snake out of the hole.

The commander of the task force showed terrible battlefield intuition. After losing all the help of active communication, relying only on intermittent full-band battlefield situation broadcasts from the rear and his own on-the-spot judgment, he drove straight for nearly [-] kilometers. No man's land.

Apart from the reduction of the two local scouts midway, and the two tanks that broke down due to mechanical failures, they finally reached the limit of the opponent's scouting circle with five tanks and eleven all-terrain vehicles.

If it is a normal operation, then the next step is to call for fire support and air support in the fog of war where information is blocked.

But there is no such thing that can be used now, and it may not be effective if it is used-they are all superhuman!

"I don't know if old A and the others can approach the past..."

In a command tank at the front, the commander of the task force wiped off his sweat and spoke in a low voice.

They even turned off the engine, and they pretended to be stones in the vast wilderness. If they were found in this environment, they would have no choice but to run.

But they didn't intend to run away, as long as they can 'kill' at least one of the opponent's fleet warships, the task force will win...

"That mercury bomb, is it really useful?" The adjutant next to him couldn't hold back, and made a gesture the size of a tennis ball: "Is it that big?"

"Yes—the Academy of Sciences said yes before anyway, and that's the limit of portability in tactical weapons. Otherwise, what else can you carry?"

They want to carry a missile on their backs, but they also need to be able to carry it...

As for whether it is useful, the red mercury bomb or the like is better than the grenade of the same size, right?

And the commander and his colleagues know that even if the mercury bombs are useless, they still have more powerful long-range firepower.

He is still waiting for the information from the old A to come over and accurately shoot the various elements, and what matches this accurate shooting element is probably the last long-range firepower projection of the exercise army.

The premise is that the IQ of the commander on his side is still online, or that he believes in their task force and is willing to gamble...

In their convoy, there is an electronic warfare all-terrain vehicle specially equipped for information and communication needs, which can be regarded as a large signal source.

Once the old A can get close to the fleet for guidance, they will pass the information to them through local broadcasting, and they will broadcast the precision shooting elements to the entire exercise battlefield. The guidance components were removed and sold for scrap iron, and the shooting elements were enough to cover the opponent's three-ship formation.

This wave, this wave is called to shoot at me-the soldiers of the Republic are never afraid of death, they just worry that their death is worthless.

Being able to drag the opponent's fleet to die together, this business can be done no matter what!

Rather, after judging the situation on the battlefield, the task force realized that they could only do this business.

The core of the entire armored force is to protect the electronic warfare all-terrain vehicle. Even if the command tank is killed, it must escort the opponent to this side as much as possible.

Fortunately, he is lucky, and the command tank is still there. Maybe after the full-frequency broadcast is called to attract the opponent, he can still bayonet him.

Time gradually passed while waiting anxiously, but the two groups of ten people in the front did not send back any information.

The task force commander wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at his watch, and became more and more uneasy.

It shouldn't be, even if the group is destroyed, isn't there even a chance to press a button?

Just as he was thinking wildly, a bright light suddenly flashed on the screen of the silent in-vehicle communication device.

It was a red dot on the scanner, which meant that the opponent's landing fleet, hiding like a speck of dust within a radius of hundreds of square kilometers, was finally found with the most accurate location!

The adjutant's eyes lit up, and he subconsciously wanted to slap and forward this message.

——Buzhuan is not a republican!

But the task force commander pressed his shoulder: "Wait!"

"……What's wrong?"

"Not blocked." Beads of sweat dripped from the forehead of the commander of the special service team, but he didn't even have time to wipe it off. He just stared at the red dot on the screen with rounded eyes: " It's impossible for the other party not to notice—"

He was touched to the headquarters, and the other party was also carrying weapons of mass destruction. In theory, everyone would think that this was to carry out a beheading operation.

But the question is, is the commander of the Divine Grace Army a fool?With their individual strength, it is said that they were not afraid of being hit by a bomb directly in the face in the hotel last night. That general who is eight feet tall and has an eight-foot waistline ate the bomb in one bite, and finally spit it out. group of flames.

With this ability, they don't care about beheading themselves, and naturally they don't think that their opponents will be naive enough to expect to make meritorious deeds in this way.

So compared to personal safety, exposing the location of the fleet is a more important issue. The other party has the strength to block the communication, why is it not moving now?

forget?Was fried numb?Or did you not react for a while?

The task force commander prayed that they didn't react for a while, and if the other party urgently opened the shield within the next one or two minutes, he would believe it!The electronic warfare all-terrain vehicle relying on the quantum communication satellite network is currently the only existence capable of breaking through the shield and transmitting information.

Well, although there is only such a chance, I will be arrested after the broadcast is over.

But it didn't - after waiting for a full 3 minutes, the other party still didn't 'remember' to activate the shield.

After waiting for 5 minutes, the other party reluctantly launched the shield again, as if to maintain the previous setting of 'insufficient equipment capacity'.

The task force commander gritted his teeth and punched himself on the thigh: "Damn—"

Failed!This wave fell into the opponent's fishing pit, and I don't know how much damage a red mercury bomb can cause.

But don’t even think about long-distance firepower projection. Without that level of firepower coverage, what can be used to blow up these superhumans?

"What should we do now?" The adjutant wiped off his sweat: "How about I lead the brothers to charge in the opposite direction! Try again!"

"...No need." The commander of the task force squinted his eyes: "They should be moving, otherwise why did they lie to us before this strike?"

"It's moving? Where are you going?" The adjutant worried: "We can't keep up!"

"Don't forget which road we came from. Those ships can fly, so they naturally go in a straight line." The commander of the task force looked up at the tank hatch on his forehead: "If the opponent wants to attack, there is a high probability that it will be Going forward—even if they don’t attack, they won’t retreat towards the open sea, we don’t have air power, and they are really asking for trouble for themselves by running so far, there is no need.”

"Then shall we wait here?"

"Yes, it's like a submarine sitting on the bottom, waiting for the aircraft carrier battle group passing overhead... I should have been in the navy back then!"

The commander of the task force bared his teeth: "Change the information about shooting Zhu Yuan and adjust it to our location."

"Then?"

"Then gamble that the opponent will pass over our heads, we only have such a small force, what else can we do?"

"But if the other side really comes over..." The adjutant's expression suddenly became extremely excited, and his hands trembled slightly with excitement.

"That is to exchange one battalion for the three [-]-ton large drives on the opposite side. I have never won such a big one in my life!"

"--it is good!!"

PS: It took two hours to code words, three hours to think about the chapter name, and then I found that I randomly copied a few words from the interim post, which was a meaningful title. I am very relieved, you have done a good job.

PS2: continue tomorrow

Chapter 1517 1332-The Tortoise Shell That Makes People Desperate (79/120

War, war never changes!

"Everyone, have you seen it?" General Rexxar pointed to the wilderness not far away: "We only need two hours to reach our destination."

The few "tied up" people next to him wanted to say that they couldn't see it, or that they couldn't understand it, and even wanted to say that they were dead.

But the problem was that they weren't killed—yes, they were captured.

Old A smacked his lips, how should I put it, this is the first time in his life to be captured, he is not very used to it, he is a little tired.

The ties were loosely tied, purely symbolic.

He looked at the belt in his hand, and felt that he had nine ways to get out of trouble instantly.

Of course, among the weird aliens around, there are estimated to be ninety ways to 'kill' him the moment he tries to escape.

Before that, he himself planned to work hard, not to mention destroying the entire fleet, at least one of the ships had to be severely damaged.

He has seen the power of the red mercury bomb, and it is said that only a few camps are capable of preparing this thing.