From cannon fodder to sweeping across thousands of stars.

Chapter 368 Gambler
"Hogg, why didn't you attack the headquarters of the Federation ground forces directly? I remember that we have obtained the coordinates of the approximate location."

Amber, who was preparing for an attack in the hangar of the Hermes, immediately approached Hogg, who was in charge of ground combat command, and Cliffs, the fleet commander, after hearing the targets and effects of the two light cruisers' ground attacks.

"Cliffs, the original combat plan was to directly attack the general area where the Federation Ground Forces Headquarters is located. You didn't know that, did you?"

Facing Amber's question, both commanders shuddered slightly, and then Hogg answered:

"Boss, it was my decision to change the target. I did it to maximize the effect of the attack."

The wolf-headed man looked at the expressionless Amber on the other side of the screen, swallowed his saliva and continued:
"The location of the Federal Army's headquarters is relatively far away and independent. If we attack it, the light cruiser responsible for the attack will not be able to adjust the secondary attack target. In addition, we did not obtain the situation of the guard troops near the headquarters until the war started, so we can only attack the headquarters, which will cause excessive firepower.

So I finally decided to let the two light cruisers attack the enemy fire battalion and offensive forces with similar coordinates, which can also perfectly exert the killing effect of this round of orbital strikes and relieve the pressure on refugee camp No. 5.

As for the enemy headquarters, the training team and the 5th medium-sized synthetic battalion, which had split up into smaller units and maneuvered in advance, would carry out the "decapitation"; this was also the plan proposed by Lieutenant Baninger.

When she heard the last sentence, Amber's expression changed and finally turned into a long sigh.

"A battalion of troops to 'behead'. Are you and Baninger idiots or gamblers?"

"Boss, I admit that I am gambling, but we are currently at an absolute disadvantage on paper. If we want to win this battle, we can only take risky measures.

As for the issue of manpower, only the medium-sized combined battalion can be ‘stealthed’ and infiltrated into the Federal Army-controlled area. In addition, the firepower of the training team’s heavy power armor was confirmed to be sufficient during our pre-war simulation.”

Hogg admitted without any hesitation that he had the idea of ​​"taking a gamble", and roughly described the reasons for doing so, causing Amber to hold back some of the words she wanted to say.

After delegating power to Hogg, Cleves and others to take charge of tactical command and taking the opportunity to cultivate the "subjective initiative" of Atlas' command level, Amber had actually expected that this day would come.

The commanders under him are not his "puppets" and it is impossible for them to ask him for instructions on fighting all day long, so it is normal for them to have their own battle and tactical plans.

Thinking of this, Amber looked at Cleves again, but did not say anything, because he knew that the fleet commander could not do much in this matter.

Finally, Amber's gaze returned to the wolf-headed man on the screen.

"Well, it's fine if you just take a gamble, but why did you even get involved with Baninger? If something goes wrong with the plan, he could lose his life."

Amber had a bad feeling in his heart, and since he came to this world, his premonitions have always been quite accurate.
From another perspective, Amber also knew that the commander-in-chief of the federal ground forces was definitely not a fool. To be able to become a lieutenant general of the army and command this planetary landing battle, he must have some real skills.

Amber didn't believe that such a person would not have any contingency plan in case of an attack on the headquarters.

Thinking of this, Amber's anxiety rose even more.

"Forget it. I won't say much about the war. I may have to lead the HCP troops to attack in a while. You two should take charge of the rest of the battle."

Having said that, Amber even glanced at Hogg deliberately.

"Especially you, the commander-in-chief of the Hoge Federation ground forces, you have most likely made backup plans. The training team and the 5th Medium Combined Brigade may have fallen into a trap. Find a way to provide them with the maximum firepower support. If they encounter danger, have them withdraw quickly!"

"Yes, Boss!"
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Pella IV ground, 5 kilometers west of the Federal Ground Forces Headquarters, the ambush area of ​​the Atlas th Medium Combined Battalion.

"Captain, does that spot on the back of your neck itch?"

The voice of a team member was heard in the teaching team's communication channel.

"I'm fine, what's wrong with you?"

Baninger responded in the channel, staring intently at the 'Situational Awareness Information Integration Window' at the bottom left of the HUD.

The window is constantly refreshing with a large amount of information synthesized from comprehensive sensor data. This sensor information comes from the teaching team's power armor, various vehicles of the synthetic battalion, and bionic drones flying low.
It was like an invisible net covering the entire area. "Huh? That's strange. After the surgery, I always felt an itch on the back of my neck."

"Maybe it's because of the wound healing? And I remember the people in the medical department said that after the processing terminal is implanted, there will indeed be some abnormalities due to the body's rejection, but it's all normal."

Before Baninger could speak, another team member answered the question in the channel.

The 'surgery' they were talking about was a recent 'body transformation' project that all members of the training team had recently undergone, but it was just a micro-processing terminal similar to Amber's that was implanted in the back of the neck.

The purpose of implanting this thing is very simple, which is to extract the most detailed combat data of everyone in the teaching team.

Firstly, it is to allow the combat records of the teaching team, which are gradually being lifted, to become "teaching materials", and secondly, to provide valuable reference data for future "virtual reality training".

When they heard about this project, everyone in the team joked that they might become the "final boss" that the new recruits have to defeat in the graduation assessment.

"It's so itchy, I really want to scratch it."

"After this battle is over, you can go and ask the Equipment Research and Development Center to build an automatic scratcher into the power armor."

A burst of laughter suddenly broke out in the communication channel, but it was soon interrupted by a sudden alarm message.

Baninger looked at the 'situational awareness information integration window', which showed a large convoy approaching the ambush area.

"The plan to lure the snake out of its hole was successful. The other party really chose this route. The next step is to find a way to kill the snake."

This thought flashed through the mind of the Atlas veteran, and then his attention was attracted by four thin "beams of light" flashing across the sky, followed by explosions, flames, and belated loud noises.

"The fleet's orbital strike has also begun, so the pressure on Refugee Camp No. 5 will be much less."

Thinking of this, Baninger turned his attention back to the Federal Headquarters convoy that was about to enter the ambush area. At the same time, the 5th Medium Combined Battalion also sent a signal of "Everything is ready".

"Everyone! Prepare for battle! Shoot freely after I open fire, and be sure to destroy more enemy units in the first round of attack!"

While saying this, Baninger switched the power armor from 'ambush' to 'combat' mode while maintaining optical stealth.

The entire teaching team and the ambushing troops in other directions also fell into a state of complete silence.

Soon, the leading armored vehicles and multi-legged tanks passed by the road where the crowd was lying in ambush, and two federal HCPs in the air made a "big jump" and flew past almost close to the treetops.

Baninger did not open fire because that was not his target, and these forward units would naturally be dealt with by the troops deployed by the medium-sized synthetic battalion.

Soon after the federal advance troops passed, a huge convoy appeared on the road. The command container vehicle in the middle of the convoy, which was protected by layers of protection, let Baninger know that the long-awaited target had appeared.

When a wheeled armored vehicle at the front of the convoy, equipped with wide-area electronic jamming equipment, entered the nearest bend in front of Baninger, he picked up a very traditional "handheld recoilless gun" without any signal characteristics from the haystack on the ground.

5-round magazine, 10 rounds of ammunition, suitable for power armor handheld rapid firing, extremely low cost, throw away after shooting
The HUD of the tactical visor quickly switched to a style adapted for recoilless guns, and a straight preview line appeared in front of Banninger.

As the pre-aiming line gradually turned green to the 'best shooting position', the veteran pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"boom!"

The fatal warhead hit the speeding armored vehicle a moment later, but its fragile side armor was simply unable to withstand the attack of the 82mm armor-piercing shell.

The fire produced by the explosion was like a signal, and the next moment, this originally quiet ambush point completely came alive.

(End of this chapter)