Harold adjusted his mechanical arm and complained to his comrades: "Aren't Marines human beings?"
"You just know? The Marines were not human before, but now we interstellar paratroopers have no choice but to be human." A soldier complained helplessly.
Parked next to them was a Type 99 main battle tank... Who would have thought that today, when spaceships are flying all over the sky, the main battle weapons of ground troops such as interstellar paratroopers are still such backward equipment.
In fact, this is not bad, because on some planets in the Airanthil Empire, the garrison troops are still using cheaper T-72 tanks, and in some places, there are even no T-72 tanks.
There is no way, because the Elanshir Empire is expanding so fast that it has no time to produce many weapons and equipment.
This is a strange era, so strange that it is possible to complete the transformation and development of a planet in one morning, while at the same time the Empire can only produce less than one spaceship.
Almost all production capacity has been allocated to the most urgently needed aspects, so there has been no substantial development in some secondary aspects for three years.
For example, many ground combat forces in the Airanshir Empire still use UH-60 transport helicopters.
Who would have thought that what accompanied the first batch of landing troops to Planet Hope 2 would be these outdated ground equipment.
I even heard that five A-10 attack aircraft were transported together, and they were used for ground support.
Anyway, just like old things being given away for free, the General Logistics Department of the Airanhill Empire sent all the weird rags it could find to the "front line".
"They don't even think about it. The freight cost of sending these junk here may be more expensive than manufacturing them." Harold's robotic hand clenched his fist and unclenched his fingers, repeated several times, and stopped until he was satisfied.
Come down.
The soldier sitting next to him shook his head and said with a smile: "They can't find anything serious. There is no good way."
The best equipment must be reserved for the main force stationed near Ailansiris, and some should be sent to the border guards.
Anyway, for the current territory of the Airanthil Empire, no matter how much advanced weapons and equipment it produces, it is not enough.
This time, the frontline confrontation was not fierce. Everyone knew that the other side only had cold weapons and was in a bullying position.
It is precisely because of this that the logistics department was established to allocate some unused weapons and equipment to the interstellar paratroopers participating in this operation.
"Okay, the landing site has been opened. Those robots and demons who are not afraid of death are already operating on the surface of the planet. It's our turn." An officer quickly passed through the narrow aisle and reminded loudly.
His own men.
They are the third batch of airborne troops. It has been confirmed that the opponent has no defensive artillery fire, so the danger is close to zero.
Compared with the previous airborne troops, the third batch of them landed more like they were conducting an exercise. The task was actually very simple. Arrive on the ground, put down heavy weapons and equipment, and then... stand by in place.
"The detector shows that there is a strong magical atmosphere here, but the locals do not use these resources. It is a bit of a waste." A magician looked at the data display on his arm and said with disdain.
While he was speaking, the re-entry module they were in had separated from the transport ship transporting them and began to fall to the ground along the predetermined trajectory.
With a slight bump, the boosters were fired, and some reentry modules on their sides also began to descend.
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On the ground, the vanguard troops who had given priority to marching towards the town had already started fighting on the outskirts of the town. They encountered a temporary infantry force assembled by the Storm Empire.
These infantry were not as fast as the cavalry, nor were they as large as the cavalry. There were only more than 200 of them. As soon as they assembled in the town, they encountered the puppet infantry who came to occupy the town.
The battle between the two sides was not too brutal, because the puppets were still relatively clumsy in this kind of street fighting. After losing more than 30 puppets, there were not many Storm Empire soldiers left in the town.
By the time the demon officer led the follow-up troops to the small town, the puppet soldiers in the town had already begun cleaning up.
Several soldiers carried weapons on their backs, carried the killed soldiers in armor, and threw them one after another on the square, making a thumping sound.
Although these soldiers who were killed had armor on their bodies, it was not very sophisticated. In addition to the armor on their arms and calves, they only wore plate armor on their chests.
Similar defensive equipment can only be regarded as the level of light infantry. Even the standard armor of the original demon servant army is much stronger than this.
"Sir! All 204 enemy troops were wiped out, and we lost 37 puppet soldiers!" A puppet robot came over, stood at attention, saluted, and reported mechanically.
The demon officer returned a military salute, and then ordered: "Let the troops disperse and guard around the town! Take off the drone to keep up the reconnaissance! Set up the antenna at a high place to connect the communication with the landing site headquarters!"
"It's all done! Sir!" The robot stood at attention and saluted again, replying mechanically.
On the roof of the tallest building, a few puppet soldiers had erected a huge communication antenna.
At a higher place, a drone was hovering in the air, maintaining due vigilance around it. The puppet troops had also dispersed, and only about half remained in the town, controlling all intersections.
"No civilians resist, right?" The devil glanced at the indigenous man standing next to him: "Haji! Go and bring some smarter people!"
"I...my name is not Haji...I, I have a name." The indigenous man seemed to want to argue, but his tone was as soft as cotton.
"Okay, Haji, you will be called Haji from now on." The demon officer did not give the indigenous man a chance to struggle. He settled the matter with a casual word.
This is in line with his habits, because he would not discuss anything with a weak person before. What he decided was that for the weak, there was only one choice to accept.
The translator quickly translated the demon officer's words to the native man, so the man opened his mouth and wanted to say something more.
However, he looked at the puppet soldiers standing on his left and right, holding weapons, and finally changed his mind: "Okay... sir... as you wish."