Augustus's third platoon assembled on time on the military camp playground. After their new platoon leader carefully checked whether everyone's clothes were clean and tidy and met hygiene and military appearance standards, the forty-four members of this platoon were dressed in winter clothes.
The uniformed Marines boarded two buses heading to the Fortress Opera House.
"I didn't know there was a children's play to be performed in the opera house today." Tychus was sitting opposite Augustus: "Mengsk, the only thing I want to do is to kick those actors' ridiculous butts, because they are
Waste of my precious time."
"Speaking of which, I fell asleep last time." Hanak said embarrassedly: "You can't blame me. I originally thought it was a sexy condolences performance."
"I think the epic opera depicting the galactic hero Ender is wonderful!" Lundstein's opinion was not shared by anyone.
"The information I have received is that this is supposed to be a lecture," said Augustus.
"Fortunately, I brought a pillow and blanket." Josephine's words caused a burst of laughter.
"Okay, I will take you to the bars in Hawei Town tonight." Augustus looked at them and said.
"Yeah!" Harnack shouted.
"I'm not sleepy anymore when it comes to this."
When the bus stopped at the not-so-wide entrance in front of the Fortress Opera House, the third row got off the bus and lined up at the door, because Augustus required them to line up in an orderly manner at all times.
An assistant sergeant with short brown hair was standing at the door waiting for them. She had long curly brown hair, big blue eyes and red lips. Her tight-fitting military uniform outlined a slim figure.
"Sergeant Mengsk." The sergeant walked straight to Augustus holding a stack of document bags: "You can let your soldiers enter."
"Is Major Warfield here?" Augustus waved his men into the opera house.
"He said he would be there soon," the sergeant replied.
"Do you know who is giving this speech and what is it about?" Augustus looked at her.
"I don't know... than that, Sergeant, would you mind if I saved your personal terminal email account?" The assistant sergeant was much shorter than Augustus, so Augustus was
When he looked down at her, he could not help but meet those charming eyes.
"Of course, I don't mind." Today, Augustus was wearing a military uniform with a tight belt and a stand-up collar. The anchor badge he had just received was pinned to the center of his wide-brimmed military hat. His military temperament represented Augustus himself.
His handsome appearance is a plus, making it easier for him to attract the attention of the opposite sex.
"Then..." The female sergeant suddenly started to squirm, biting her pretty red lips.
"Mengsk, the speech is about to begin." At this time, a strong hand rested on Augustus' shoulder.
Augustus looked back and saw that it was Warfield. After smiling apologetically, the two of them walked towards the opera house together.
"Am I disturbing you?" Warfield whispered.
"No," Augustus replied.
"You're always so popular," Warfield said.
"It is true," said Augustus.
The opera house in Howe Fortress is not very big and can only accommodate up to 300 people. The four walls are made of sound insulation material with holes. Below a semicircular auditorium that rises step by step is a stage with a golden curtain. Here.
There are not always performances, and most of the time they are idle.
Augustus and Warfield sat in the front row of the auditorium.
"Who is the speaker? A politician who wants to be famous, the editor-in-chief of UNN or a salesman from an arms manufacturer?" Augustus asked Warfield.
"A transport ship captain who was once captured by the Caimorians wants to introduce us to the Caimorian prison where she was once imprisoned." Warfield never sells out.
"Oh... what does this have to do with us? Does she want to tell us that we would rather die in battle than be captured by the enemy?" Augustus asked.
"Actually, this is related to a rescue mission we are about to launch. Our company's next mission is to attack the Kemorian Prison where the captain was once imprisoned and rescue other federal prisoners there," Warfield said.
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"I thought we could rest for a while." Augustus was not very enthusiastic about dangerous tasks.
"When this war is over, we can take a break," Warfield said.
"But the war never ends," said Augustus.
At this time, a person wearing a long trench coat walked onto the stage with the support of a nurse. Augustus could hardly tell that she was a woman from her figure.
She was so thin that even though she was wrapped in a windbreaker, Augustus could see her ribs exposed, and she was so skinny that she looked like a skeleton wearing a burqa.
"I am Claire Hobath, I was the captain of a Federation transport ship." She said in a hoarse voice: "After my transport ship was destroyed by the Camorians, my crew and I were imprisoned by them.
No. 34 Asylum. I need not go into detail about the torture I and others suffered there, because you can already see how they destroyed a person with a healthy mind and body."
"I am only twenty-seven years old, but I am lying in bed waiting to die like a terminally ill patient."
There was silence in the audience, and the first class behind Augustus were listening attentively.
"There are at least four hundred federal soldiers and spaceship pilots detained in the 34th Internment Camp, including many combat heroes and ace fighter pilots whose planes were shot down and crashed in enemy-occupied areas. They are tortured there, and we want to
All we have to do is rescue them."
"This is a schematic diagram of the shelter taken by an orbiting satellite. It is a three-dimensional model created by computer synthesis and completion of tens of thousands of photos."
A holographic projection containing various terrains and rivers appeared in front of Augustus and others. The 34th shelter was located between three hills in the shape of a triangle. The tops of the hills were heavily fortified and equipped with machine guns.
Automatic turrets and land defense guns.
Six rectangular camouflage-colored military camps are hidden among the hills, and the rest are command centers with satellite communication base stations, water towers and spherical bunkers deployed among the hills.
"This is the battle plan." Hobas passed her hands over the holographic avatar, and the three-dimensional imaged building immediately enlarged in her hands: "Our air force will give priority to destroying the bunkers on the three hills, and then you will launch an attack from the front.
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"I cannot agree with this plan."
Augustus sat in the front seat, so if he spoke, Hobas in front of him could hear him clearly.
"If we attack from the front, we need at least eight tanks or at least one company of artillery to provide fire support. If the Air Force cannot confirm whether their strikes will definitely destroy the target, then as long as there is even one on the hill
If the heavy machine gun can fire, my people will be in danger," Augustus said.
"I have to formulate a new battle plan, otherwise my troops will not participate in this rescue operation."