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Chapter 1552 1549. The large-scale documentary "Legend of the Martian Soldiers" is being performed in various parts of Transia

"boom"

There was a loud bang mixed with several screams. After three consecutive Burning World Demon Soldiers hit the same post, the entire hill seemed to be razed to the ground.

The company that was moving here in a mobile warfare manner to ambush the Fallen Elves not far away had very bad luck. For ordinary soldiers, facing the Burning World Demon Soldiers directly without any enhancement was almost tantamount to seeking death. However, these soldiers relied on their excellent combat skills and used the burning gold explosives on their bodies and the Iron Fist missiles in their hands to kill two fire giants.

But facing the third giant that was falling down, neither the squad leader who was bloodthirsty nor the company commander who was trying to lead his men to retreat had any good solution.

In addition to the soldiers who were blown to the periphery, the sound of the third burning stone falling completely announced the annihilation of this unit forty minutes after joining the battlefield.

The warriors who were thrown away by the scorching air waves watched their companions die in the eruption of chaotic fire. The burning and ferocious giants let out terrifying roars when they stood up on the shattered battlefield. These evil creatures that were transformed into weapons of destruction tried to scare the little bugs with such roars.

However, before it could finish its roar, several gold grenades with their pins opened hit it.

One of the bullets happened to land right in the mouth of the several-meter-tall fire giant. After a muffled thud, the Burning World Demon Soldiers were also blown back, and then red-eyed warriors were seen rushing out from all over the scorched and broken hills with assault rifles.

Their individual strength is not worth mentioning, but they make up for it with flexible tactical movements and accurate shooting.

This is not in the astral realm, where each is so individually powerful that no one stand a chance of winning in a showdown. In fact, the Chaos creatures that haunt the material world, including the Flesh-Tearers and Fallen Elves, have not yet reached the level that mortals cannot deal with. Large units like the Burning World Soldiers are already the most threatening Chaos elements, but they can also be destroyed by heavy firepower.

In the auditorium of a thousand people in another world, Captain Huang took off his helmet with a look of regret on his face.

He was told that their company's exercise this morning had ended and the next exercise would have to wait for further notice, which might be in the afternoon or evening. When the company commander stood up, more than half of the soldiers in his company had already taken off their helmets.

The soldiers were discussing among themselves the "actual combat exercise" that had just lasted for forty minutes. Although they were caught off guard by that group of monsters at the beginning, they broke through three positions in succession in the next half hour with their excellent tactical level.

Judging from the soldiers’ expressions, they enjoyed the fight.

Outside the auditorium, "replacement members" had already entered the hall, led by their company commander, to take over the fight from the wiped-out company.

However, the company commander soon noticed that there were still a dozen soldiers in his company who had not taken off their helmets and were still fighting!

This immediately made the company commander's eyes light up, and he rushed to the podium with several squad leaders to explain the situation. The head of the army took out a special instrument to take a look, then nodded, agreeing to retain the company's organization and incorporate the remaining soldiers into other teams under Lao Qin's command to continue fighting.

The combat points they obtain will also be recorded in the company's total score.

"Sure, Xiao Huang, you lead a pretty good group of soldiers!"

The troop leader printed out the company's combat performance and current battle score, looked at it, and said to the company commander with a cheerful face:
"Although you are not at the top level compared to the elite troops of our brother units, you are definitely above first-rate. Your total combat score currently ranks in the top 30 among all participating companies.

good good!
Didn’t bring shame to our army!

Especially the remaining soldiers are great. Don't disturb them. Let them continue to fight until the full six hours, and then take turns to rest.

You should lead the team to have lunch and recharge your energy, and then go to the A-3 auditorium at o'clock in the afternoon to participate in the exercise there. The combat terrain is the snowfield near the Nordtof Wilderness, and there will be mechanized troops to cooperate in the combat.

Good job!
Strive to get into the top ten in total score after all the battles are over, and I will apply for a third-class collective merit for you!"

"Hmm? Is there still a third-class merit to be won?"

The company commander was even happier now.

When the soldiers of this company lined up to leave the auditorium, they saw at a glance that there were at least twelve other companies outside the auditorium waiting to "fill their places", even though the company that had been wiped out previously had already gone to have lunch and rest.

Several familiar company commanders exchanged glances and found a place outside the auditorium to discuss the content of the exercise. Company Commander Huang did not hide anything. The commander had just said that there were more than one unit participating in the battle. In addition to the competition between companies, there would definitely be competitions between brother units.

We are all a collective, and we must be united.

So he shared with other company commanders waiting to enter the exercise area:
“It was a very realistic simulated battlefield, a bit fantasy-style, and we were assigned to be supporters on a line of defense under attack. Our weapons included assault rifles, squad machine guns, basic explosives, a modified version of the recoilless gun, and a few vehicles.

how to say?

The enemy's numerical strength is very strong, and in a one-on-one situation, it is difficult for our soldiers to gain an advantage, so after entering the battle, we must emphasize team tactics, and we can also request fire support, but we didn't figure out this function until just before the team was wiped out.

In addition, after entering the battlefield, not only will you get combat points by killing enemies, but you can also get points by rescuing friendly units on the battlefield.

The other enemies are not very threatening, so pay special attention to the Fallen Elves and Flesh Tearers.

The former are very flexible and can even dodge bullets, but once they are rushed into the position, they will lose soldiers. The latter are resistant to ammunition and must be dealt with in close combat, so it is obviously a better strategy to group the soldiers who are good at close combat in each company and equip them with special armor. "

Captain Huang’s analysis is similar to that of several other captains, but the captains still cannot imagine what a fully simulated exercise battlefield would look like.
However, seeing the soldiers looking so excited, one could tell that this "special exercise" might actually have some tricks.

"Old Huang, are you tired?"

When Captain Huang arrived at the cafeteria, one of his squad leaders was holding a tray beside him, rubbing his neck and saying:
"It's a simulated battle, but it's almost like a real battle. I urgently need to go back to the barracks to get some sleep, and I don't know if it's an illusion."

The squad leader touched his wrist and said with a curled lip:

"Just now, a flesh-tearing ghost chopped off my hand, and after I got off, my wrist still hurts. Isn't this a little too real?"

"The leaders said this is the most advanced virtual reality technology in the country, which can 100% simulate the real environment. The pain sensation is weakened but generally it will not be retained."

Captain Huang took a bite of rice and said to the squad leader:
"You may be one of the more sensitive people. This is not a bad thing. It proves that your perception is stronger than everyone else's. It will depend on you to spot the enemy on the battlefield."

"Haha, alright."

The squad leader laughed, and the two continued to eat while talking. However, a few minutes later, several other company commanders came over with their plates and sat down with Lao Huang. They were the officers of the other two brother troops stationed in the exercise base. They had worked with Lao Huang before, so they were not polite when they met and asked:
"Old Huang, I heard that you were assigned to the war zone in Sunset Continent?"

"Ah? Yes, aren't you?"

Captain Huang was stunned for a moment and asked:

"Are other battle zones open as well?"

"Yes, less than half an hour after your exercise started, we also received the notification of the start of the exercise."

A dark-faced company commander sighed and said:
"My company was assigned to the Songhai Desert. We followed a group of 'Blue Elves' to fight in the desert assault. We rode on a dragoon to charge in the sand sea and even met a giant god soldier. It was so cool. Unfortunately, I was unlucky. A violent sandworm overturned the dragoon and crushed it to death in the sand sea."

"Old Song, you are always unlucky, no wonder."

The other thinner company commander laughed, ate an egg and then said:
"I was assigned to the Great Wilderness War Zone, fighting ice ghosts and chaos bugs in the ice and snow. It felt okay, but it was too cold and made it difficult to move."

"You are all so unlucky. I am the lucky one."

The last captain snorted and said proudly, "My soldiers and I are helping a group of elves fight the enemy in the forest. Those elf girls are really tough, just like the legendary Amazon warriors. But I didn't expect them to be good at flying planes, and they are those old-fashioned propeller planes."

"Wait! Did you just say you were sorted into the Great Wilderness?"

Captain Huang waved his hand, interrupting the conversation of the others. He looked at the thin man who had just spoken and said:
"Our exercise site this afternoon is the A-3 theater, which is in the Great Wilderness, so these theaters must be rotated. Come on, let's exchange experiences with each other so that we won't be blind after entering.

I will come first!
I will tell you about the war zone in Sunset Continent. You all should follow me and don’t keep anything to yourself.”

As he spoke, Captain Huang stopped eating, took out chopsticks and a bowl from his plate, arranged them into a rough outline of the Flying Eagle Canyon, and began to talk. The other company commanders also took out their notebooks and took careful notes, and called their squad leaders to listen together.

As a result, the cafeteria soon turned into a war zone experience exchange meeting, and a group of soldiers who had just finished their meal gathered around and pricked up their ears to listen to their superiors discussing the battlefield situation.

Everyone was talking very enthusiastically, just like brother troops exchanging experiences on a real battlefield. This scene was seen by the leaders who came to the cafeteria to eat. When they saw a military police striding into the cafeteria to stop this disruptive behavior, the leader hurriedly stopped him.

Let's make an exception for them today.

Such a good private tactical exchange is much better than hiding away and finding a place to smoke and slack off. However, a review should still be written afterwards. Exchanging experiences is good, but wasting food is a big mistake!

Just when a group of company commanders finished sharing their experiences, cheers suddenly broke out in the cafeteria. Old Huang put away his notebook and looked up, only to see a dozen soldiers from his company striding into the cafeteria amid cheers and applause.

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"Good boy!"

Old Huang laughed and stood up, then stepped forward and asked:
"How was the fight?"

"Fortunately, we have accomplished our mission, Captain. We followed those winged birdmen and made a surprise attack from behind. We successfully killed a fallen elf matron! Our company's points have already entered the top 20."

"Okay! Okay, okay! I'll definitely give you credit for this. Come, have a smoke."

"cough cough"

The cough coming from the edge of the cafeteria made Old Huang, who was in a trance, turn around. He saw his leader staring at him gloomily, so he quickly stood at attention and ran over to eat all the food on the table. Then he ran back to the barracks to rest.

On the other side, outside the city of Stromgarde in Transia, a war with Chaos Skaven had just ended. Sam, a young man with a wound on his arm, sat beside the remains of his warhorse. He bit a stick to stop himself from crying, and in front of him, a soldier in a green training uniform was bandaging Sam's wound.

The soldiers who entered here in tourist mode did not have a language module and could not communicate with Sam, but this soldier who looked like a superior made Sam understand what he meant with just a few brief gestures.

The young man who dreamed of becoming a star ranger obediently let the foreign soldier in front of him bandage his wounds, and then looked at his warhorse with some disappointment.

This was the best horse on his farm, but it was shot dead by the damned Chaos Ratman with a crossbow. Fortunately, these foreign soldiers arrived in time, otherwise the burrowing attack of the Chaos Ratman would have directly penetrated the outer wall of Stromgarde.

"Thank you."

Sam knew that these foreign soldiers could not understand what he was saying, but he still expressed his gratitude.

The officer on the opposite side seemed to understand what he meant. He smiled implicitly and patted him on the shoulder as encouragement.

The middle-aged officer adjusted his hat, turned around and gave a few instructions to the soldiers standing guard behind him. Then, under Sam's curious gaze, the soldiers who had just finished the battle were mobilized to help repair the severely damaged outer city wall and transport the wounded.

Judging from their performance, this is not the first time these brave soldiers have done this kind of assisting work.

"General, the battle report has been collected."

Just after the officer helped Sam bandage his wound, a guard with a gun on his back quickly stepped forward and handed him a roughly compiled paper report.

The man called "General" looked at the report, frowned and said:
"Based on the fighting power of the ratmen just now, they shouldn't have caused such great damage. There must be other enemies hiding in the city that have not been discovered! Send out scouts immediately to follow the ratmen's tunnels, find those dangerous enemies and eliminate them.

Plus, the city’s walls aren’t suitable for defensive operations!

Contact the locals immediately, we need to set up a new line of defense along the river in front of the city before the next wave of attack arrives."

"But our rotation here is only six hours, General."

His adjutant said:
“Isn’t it a bit too much to spend two to three hours setting up a position?”

"Nonsense! After we leave, there will be new brother troops stationed here. Once we have established the position, they won't have to waste time."

The general shook his head and complained:
"This old Qin! I said I wanted to see the real threat in this world, but he insisted on leaving me behind in safety. Did he think I was too old to fight?"

When the general was complaining, he suddenly saw the young man next to him who he had rescued from the rat man handed him his hunting rifle with both hands. The general raised his eyebrows and took a look at the broken weapon in his hand.

Hmm, so this is the locals’ “thank you etiquette”?

He waved his hands to show that he didn't really need it, but the next moment a familiar voice sounded not far away:

"The shotgun in little Sam's hand is a sophisticated standard weapon of the witch hunters, which has extra killing power against chaotic creatures. This thing is his father's treasure. This little guy is injured and needs to go to the wounded camp to rest. He won't need this gun next time. Please accept his kindness. This is a little soldier's respect for an old soldier.

I'll give the gun back to him when your shift is over."

The general turned around and saw a fat compatriot wearing a local official uniform walking towards him with a smile and introducing himself to him:

"I'm the temporary defense commander of Scarlet Castle, General He, and I'm here on behalf of Master Qin to apologize to you. You were supposed to go to Sunset Continent, but something went wrong with our coordination and we mixed up your team with another team.

Please don't worry, after six hours of rotation, you can go to Sunset Continent to reminisce with Mr. Qin.

However, I still hope you can stay here for the next five hours or so to help Stromgarde survive the next battle. I just received a report from the scouts that a group of chaos flies are moving towards this side from the direction of Lake Sulpers.

They will be here in about thirty minutes."

"Flying insects? So are there anti-aircraft firepower?"

General He immediately got into the state, nodded and made a "please" gesture. General He glanced at little Sam beside him, gave him an encouraging smile, and then took the Seiko shotgun as his next main weapon.

The general who had "error refreshed" in Transia was now eager to fight, and he was eager to experience the power of Chaos.

Just like those foreign soldiers who continuously flow into various war zones, they want to use this whetstone to test the results of their daily training.

But this is not the entire support from the foreigners. This is not even the beginning. At most, it can only be regarded as a pathfinder. Only after Lord Murphy completes his magical adventure, the real foreign army will be revealed to Chaos.

Well, I hope the Chaos Shadows are ready to be slapped.

(End of this chapter)