Chapter five hundred and sixty-seven, the accident is wrong, adding fuel to the flames
Everyone froze when they heard the report coming from the rustling sound of electricity in their ears.
Daniel rubbed his eyes vigorously with his hands, and then looked forward.
Except for the residual heat emanating from the area where the flamethrower was ignited, there was no sound of gunfire anywhere.
Daniel swallowed loudly, and now he felt as if he had seen a star beast.
How many minutes had passed between when the recruit said those words and disappeared, and when he spoke again to report?
Then tell them that the matter has been completely settled and they can come over to receive it.
"Where are you!?" Daniel asked, suppressing the shock in his heart.
After hearing the captain's words, Mu Fan, who was standing in the crevice of the stone, spoke calmly:
"The center of the explosion point."
"Okay, please stay hidden and avoid ambush. We will rush over right away."
Communication ends.
Mu Fan looked up at the clear night sky, and slowly took off the cold white mask. He pulled out the saber, wiped it clean, and sheathed it again.
Then he slowly walked out of the stone gap under the shocked eyes of his five teammates.
Daniel and the others had just seen the tragic scene of those dead people.
Except for some who died in their crossfire, a large number died in the violent explosion, and the rest were all killed by cold weapons.
And his attacks are extremely ruthless!
When Mu Fan saw Daniel, he threw the pulse pistol on his waist.
"Captain, I haven't used it, I'll give it back to you."
Seeing Mu Fan in his current state, Daniel smiled stiffly. He really didn't know what to say.
Originally Mu Fan was just talking about whether he could win by killing those mechanical experts.
It turned out that this guy was not only a mechanical expert, but he also took over the whole thing.
They all made a mistake. Is this a private?
It's strange that they believe it.
"Let's go back and report the situation to Major Jerome."
After finishing speaking, Sergeant Daniel took another deep look at Mu Fan and gave a thumbs up, "Well done, recruit."
…
After collecting supplies from the dead imperial soldiers, Mu Fan and others returned.
There were seven people when we came, and six people when we returned. Butter was attacked by a mechanical spider and had been destroyed by the violent explosion.
So even though they won, the atmosphere on the way back was not brisk.
However, one thing that Mu Fan valued very much was that these soldiers did not have any other emotional impact on themselves due to the death of their comrades.
During their retreat, they methodically replenished mines and cleared traces. Even the remaining half of the patrol was not missed. The so-called return was to return to the final starting point in an elliptical route.
Daniel quickly entered a hidden fortification to look for Major Jerome, while Mu Fan wrapped himself in a sleeping bag in the assigned cave and fell asleep without any pretense.
The more difficult the conditions are, the more unnecessary consumption and actions must be reduced.
On the first day he came here, Mu Fan felt the cruelty of this kind of battle, and I'm afraid the days that followed would not be easy.
"Mu Fan, you said we will definitely survive, right?"
When Mu Fan turned his head, he found that he was lying on the bench wrapped in a sleeping bag next to him, looking at him with bright eyes. This soldier, who was perhaps a few years older than him, had a longing for life and a beautiful life in his eyes.
"I will definitely survive."
Mu Fan's eyes were equally bright, but he was looking at the stars in the sky.
He still has many dreams that he has not yet fulfilled, so he will definitely live on.
This is for the bench, but also for myself.
The third day after arriving at planet e75, it’s over.
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When Mu Fan fell asleep after completing his night patrol mission, Major Jerome on our side was listening to Daniel's report about Mu Fan's strength as if he were listening to a fairy tale.
In the opposite camp more than ten kilometers away, Lieutenant Colonel Nemekhya of the Frontier Army frowned and fell into deep thought.
All the armed adjutants around him did not dare to make a sound.
"The two mountain special operations platoons just sent out... were completely wiped out?"
"Yes, Lieutenant Colonel, there are no survivors." The adjutant lowered his head and said.
Two mountain special warfare platoons...
This is truly elite.
They had already figured out the defense patterns of the federal forces on the opposite side. The infiltration force sent this time was enough to annihilate the small patrol force, but they did not expect that the entire army would be annihilated.
More than sixty elites were completely wiped out.
In several months of battles, the Winger Army has never been completely wiped out while performing infiltration missions at night.
No wonder Lieutenant Colonel Nemekhya was so angry.
"Are there new weapons on the opposite side?"
I don’t know which staff officer mentioned it, but it seemed to open up a new way of thinking for these people.
The eyes of an officer from the Intelligence Department suddenly lit up. He remembered a piece of news he had just received but had not yet had time to report. He hurriedly said: "Lieutenant Colonel, the news just sent from the Intelligence Department of the General Headquarters seems to have been cracked.
The classified information from the federal forces seems to be in the area where we are stationed."
"What information?" As expected, Lieutenant Colonel Nemekhya was attracted by the words of the intelligence officer.
"The thing is like this..."
After listening to the report from the subordinates of the Intelligence Department, Lieutenant Colonel Nimekhya punched the command table hard in the face.
"Why didn't you report it earlier! No wonder the warriors of our frontier army died. It turns out that elite support troops were quietly deployed on the opposite side. Call me the special line of the headquarters, and I want to report the situation to the district."
"yes!"
As Lieutenant Colonel Nemeheya left in a hurry, under the clear night sky, the flames in the fighting areas in the Fire Hill District gradually dimmed.
The frontier troops hidden among the hilly rock formations fell into silence again.
But no one knew that the Frontline General Intelligence Department of the Imperial Frontier Army actually verified an important piece of intelligence tonight.
That is
The Fire Hill area where the Federal 104th Division is stationed has indeed received strong support from the military behind it, and secret troops have been secretly deployed.
If the mountain battalion of the 33rd Theater Zone of the Winger Army hadn't sacrificed two special operations platoons, which happened to attract the opponent's covert attack, I'm afraid we wouldn't think this was true.
Sir, at the Imperial Frontline Command, we have thoroughly formulated a plan to deal with the Federation's sharp knife assault.
[Without affecting the ability of other fronts to withstand pressure, allocate as many troops as possible to focus on battle 33, and at the same time launch attacks and harassment in a confusing manner! When the opponent is tired, launch a surprise surprise battle. 】
The content revealed in this message showed that due to a combination of circumstances, things actually went as Colonel Quinton expected.
And it came even earlier.
When the covert mobilization of the Frontier Army had just begun, Quinton had not even received any news about the 149th Division's simple base hundreds of kilometers away.
Things were happening earlier than he thought.
When Mu Fan woke up the next day, the personnel of the 27th Infantry Company saw that his attitude had completely reversed, because his performance in participating in night patrols and annihilating a large number of mountain troops on the opposite side was too brilliant.
That morning, another intense artillery bombardment broke out.
But feeling the duration and intensity of this bombing, Major Jerome, who was holding his head in a chicken coop, felt a little strange in his heart.
Because the time and intensity of the opponent's bombardment seemed to be shorter this time, and there was no oppressive and powerful style as usual.
Rather, it was more like a normal artillery bombardment before the war.