"Okay! It's over! Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Governor." An assistant said loudly.
The surrounding staff immediately took their places and began to clean up.
The assistant nodded and walked over, handing a glass of freshly squeezed juice to Governor Wilhuff Tarkin who had just stepped off the set. "Thank you for your hard work, Governor. Your mobilization just now was really wonderful!"
Governor Tarkin took care of his uniform and frowned when he saw the dust on his cuffs.
The assistant had sharp eyes and immediately walked over to help Tarkin take off his military coat. Then he took a clean and neat military coat and put it on him. He said carefully: "Mr. Governor, there are three more troops that are about to rush to the battlefield. Do you think they are right?"
Also recorded the pre-war mobilization?"
Tarkin took a sip of the drink and said coldly: "The record must be recorded, but let the civilian staff change the words. This just now... um, the army in Valto City in the Southern Hemisphere? Hum, I have been to Valto City,
It’s just a small city. You actually asked me to encourage them in that speech just now? Don’t they know that everything they have to eat is a gift from me?”
"Did you hear that! Change it! What's your status as a governor? You must be strong! Do you know that you must be strong?" The main force pretended to be powerful, turned around and cursed angrily at the civil servants over there.
The clerical staff who were all well-known writers became busy one after another and did not dare to express their anger.
…
The capital of the planet Eriadu, the outer space port of Erixiang City.
“Rush!
!
"The desperate Galactic Republic soldiers roared and rushed towards the position of the Fourth Civilization Army, trying to retake the newly occupied space port.
The 10,000 recruits who had just been brought over from the rear city of Valto, but had already been frightened by the battlefield, were forced by the supervising team to charge.
Their enemies indeed only had more than 700 robots, but their commander did not tell them that these 700-plus robots were all B-2 super battle robots and a small number of other robots! There were even 10 siege tanks providing fire cover!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
!The plasma grenades launched by the siege tanks continued to fall, setting off waves of devastating explosions.
The B-2 combat robot stood behind the bunker, the twin blasters on its arms firing steadily.
The DW-1 dwarf spider combat machine lay on the ceiling, on the wall, anywhere there was a flat surface, pouring firepower from tricky angles.
A Destroyer robot rolled rapidly, then unfolded its body, opened its shield system, and fired wildly from two twin blaster machine guns. Republic soldiers in front were killed in droves.
Without at least half a year of rigorous training, these ordinary soldiers would not be able to fight against the robot army!
Blood proves this once again!
At least one-third of the 10,000 new soldiers died on the way to the charge. Because they were poorly trained and lacked discipline, they reluctantly dispersed into skirmish lines, but they still did not know how to protect themselves during the charge. Their skirmish lines were relatively weak.
For formal tactical requirements, it is still too dense.
The powerful plasma grenades of the siege tanks caused huge damage to these soldiers, and when they directly attacked the buildings and fire points guarded by robots, what awaited them was ruthless strafing.
Another third of the recruits were mercilessly slaughtered by the robot army after rushing into the spaceport. Most of these recruits were equipped with EE-3 blaster rifles, and some even used E-5 blaster rifles!
Because during the summit held in the Eriadu system more than ten years ago, a large number of security forces entered the planet, and most of the weapons they used were used by those security personnel.
And there were a large number of B-1 combat robots joining the security force at that time, so the E-5 blaster rifles used by these robots were also retained and given to these recruits. However, this kind of blaster rifle specifically for robots was not considered at all.
Due to the heat dissipation problem, although it is very powerful, the gun body becomes very hot after firing a few shots, making it impossible for ordinary people to hold it.
Such firepower is not enough to pose a threat to the B-2 super battle robot! The scene that many recruits saw at the end of their lives was that the blaster beam fired from the blaster rifle in their hands hit the robot, leaving only a black spot.
The robot didn't even sway.
Then, there is no more.
The last one-third of the recruits died on the way to escape...
That's right, after experiencing such a battlefield and such a massacre, their fear of the battlefield has completely exceeded their fear of the rear supervision team. They dispersed in a hurry and fled towards every place they thought was safe.
But this is hell, where is safety?
The supervising team at the rear still slaughtered the deserters mercilessly. These people were clone soldiers, and they were as cold-blooded as the robots.
But when a plasma grenade fired by a siege tank blasted the supervising team's position into a crater, the situation completely got out of control.
Everyone began to run away, even throwing away their weapons in order to run faster. Many people chose to surrender. They dropped their weapons, found any white strips of cloth they could find around them, and waved them to become prisoners of war.
But what awaits them is the cold muzzle of the B-2 combat robot!
When the gunshots at the space port began to fade away, the robots walked out of the firepower point and patrolled the battlefield with heavy steps. It was almost night, and the robots turned on their searchlights one after another, and hundreds of light beams passed back and forth on the battlefield, and from time to time they were heard.
There were sporadic gunshots.
The corpses that covered almost the entire ground were trampled on by these robots, and were trampled into balls of flesh and blood!
…
After the Fourth Civilization launched its landing, the defenders of the planet Eriadu have been in constant retreat.
A group of Inchori flew past with their flapping backpacks, and then rushed directly into a high-rise building guarded by the Republic's heavy troops. Bursts of intense gunshots and screams suddenly rang out. Some soldiers were even directly ejected from the building.
The window was thrown out and fell with a scream.
Not long after, the entire building fell into silence, the anti-aircraft cannon installed on the top of the building also stopped operating, and a green smoke bomb exploded next to the anti-aircraft cannon. The green smoke told the fourth civilization's air force that this place had been controlled.
Don't explode by mistake.
The reason for using such a primitive method is that the Incholi people in combat status will not pay attention to the communicator at all. Instead of letting them properly report the coordinates and safety in the communication, it is better to tell them that after killing everyone,
Throw a green grenade on the turret.
This way they can at least understand.
In a factory area, the Republic soldiers defending here were suddenly attacked. The sentry tower and the soldiers on guard outside were killed by precise firepower almost at the same time!
Then in the darkness, countless black shadows came in.
Kali people!
They moved silently in the darkness, harvesting the fearful Republic soldiers like the Grim Reaper.