"—This should also be a key corridor for the alien."
After hearing Talos's words, Sabrin nodded in understanding and responded:
"Then this place is very critical."
"I called for support, so let's take a while, retreated 300 meters in succession, reorganized the front, and organized the crossfire according to the e-plan."
Soon, the team dispersed according to his orders, and the gene thieves took this opportunity to continue to run towards them under the cover of the ruins.
At this time, the Space Marines' queue had been reorganized and formed a semicircular position. Then the Terminators took out their second weapon - the rainstorm-type plasma pistol.
As the plasma teared through the air, the battle began again.
As early as the recruits, Bahram deeply remembered the instructors that cross firepower and melee formation were the cornerstones of victory.
Although he is no longer the candidate who was eager to study in the past, he still has to admit that this sentence makes some sense.
The plasma pistol leaped slightly in his hands. Although his barrel had already turned red and his mind felt a little headache due to excessive aiming information from the helmet, the pain was just a small price to pay for victory.
The aliens rushed towards them one after another, just like before, but the difference was that they were now facing a well-organized line of firepower.
In previous battles, the Terminators were either too scattered or too concentrated to maximize the advantages of their terrain and teammates.
Now they are located on an open battlefield and use weapons that kill huge targets against dense targets. The balance of victory has fallen to them before the first plasma comes out.
They transform the numerical advantage of the enemy into disadvantage.
Under the storm-like plasma baptism, the soldiers of the 11th Company repelled the enemy's attacks again and again, and the aliens could not even approach them.
Only a very few lucky people rushed to the close range, but were quickly chopped to the ground.
Finally, the momentum of the attack weakened, and in the end, only the sound of the barrel cooling down and the sound of the alien blood dripping.
The smoke enveloped the corpses everywhere, surrounded by an ominous silence.
Bahram counted the time in his mind vigilantly, and finally snorted with satisfaction and put down the gun in his hand.
"They retreated, probably planning their next move."
Talos carefully glanced at the battlefield.
"Just now I felt something wandering in the distance, observing us, and now it's gone."
At this moment, heavy footsteps sounded, and Talos turned his head and saw Ustad wearing a Underworld-type Terminator arrive here with the Second Company - most of the veterans are Terminators, mainly indomitable.
"It seems that you have encountered many enemies."
Ustad saw a look of corpses all over the ground, probably thousands.
"Ustad, we need to replenish ammunition, so I'll leave it to you here. This is a traffic node, and those Tyron mafia may come again."
"I understand, we will keep here."
After Ustad said that, he began to order the soldiers to use flames to clear the bodies and wreckage on the battlefield, and at the same time began to deploy a squad of Castellan combat robots they brought (the first auction of goods obtained from Lucius).
After handing over the position, Talos returned to the starting point with his team. The former soldiers also collected some spoils from the battlefield. The recruits were mainly sharp claws or sharp teeth, which were symbols for them to decorate on the power armor to show off their combat experience. The veterans often chose a complete alien head - but Talos also reminded them that the Terminator does not belong to them now and must be returned to the armory after the war, so don't make too many traces on the armor.
When we returned to the starting point, the place had changed from the dark and dead silence before, and became hot and brightly lit.
Various large equipment, including the teleportation array, have been deployed, with thousands of servants and technical priests running back and forth, with huge containers loaded with supplies and ammunition piled on both sides of the wall, with more than thirty.
"Bahram, you bring the recruits to replenish the ammunition."
"Yes, company commander."
"Sablin, you guys do your own trimming and replenishing ammunition."
"receive."
"All members are disbanded and waiting for my new instructions."
After disbanding the company, Talos took off his helmet, picked up a giant cup for Space Marine from the table beside him, and let the servant fill it with real Reka coffee, and then walked to Soshiyang, who was reviewing the war situation report.
"Captain of the Battle Team, this is the latest list of supplies-"
"Captain of the Battle Team, this is the scan data ten minutes ago-"
"The commander of the battle group, this is the latest inspection report for cutting sections-"
"The commander of the battle, this is the latest news from the navy, and their fleet commander wants to communicate directly with you-"
"Captain of the Battle Team, this is a list of support submitted to each forging world. Lord Ditrian asked me to confirm with you-"
Although he knew that Talos was around, Soshiyan was now surrounded by a huge amount of affairs - it was not that he liked to do it himself, but that no one could share such a thing for him. All Space Marines, including Beria, would rather fight with aliens in the dark than face such trivial matters.
Before, Veronica could help him with a simple solution, but this time she was not here, and these things were piled up on him.
After half an hour of busyness, Soshiyan finally finished dealing with a lot of things, but he knew that the same thing would happen again in a few hours.
"It's very hard to be a manager."
Turning his head to look at Talos holding the coffee and looking at him with a smile, Soshiyang picked up his cup of coffee that had long since disappeared.
"It's just that hard work is hard to describe. I would rather kill a big demon."
"For you, killing a great demon is much easier than these things."
Talos glanced at the tactical map and asked.
"How is the situation?"
"It's still going well. The safe zone has been established. Now Belia is pushing forward with the Death Wings. I hope he will stop after only ten kilometers. I hope he can cooperate. Now the regional structure around the safe zone has basically been cut, and the aliens have no chance to go around behind us. Therefore, they either choose to block us in front or choose to retreat and wait for new opportunities."
"It sounds pretty good. Just now, the bugs suddenly launched a counterattack, and they obviously realized something."
Talos then briefly described the encounter just now.
After hearing this, Soshiyang nodded.
"Once the original mobility is lost, their numerical advantage will not be worth mentioning in the face of our absolute firepower advantage."
"But then our progress will be very slow."
Soshiyang smiled slightly.
"Will others be quick? Why don't you put yourself in your shoes? Think about it. If you are the leader of this group of aliens, a group of opponents choose to advance in a tight manner, and have the advantageous firepower without any flaws, while the other group of opponents is small and scattered, what choice would you make?"
Talos thought for a moment, and a smile appeared on his face.
"Ha, I will definitely go to find troubles from those enemies that are easy to solve, eat up the scattered part first, and then concentrate on dealing with the group."
As he said that, he raised the cup slightly.
"That's why I agreed to Belia and the others' advancement of mercy. I guess we shouldn't have any trouble in the future, but some of the others are hard to say."
The two looked at each other and smiled, then gently touched the coffee cup in their hands.