From cannon fodder to sweeping across thousands of stars.

Chapter 369: Threat from Space

The target choices of the teaching team were discussed before the war.

Even with armor-piercing shells, the recoilless rifles in their hands can hardly pose a threat to heavily armored units such as main battle tanks, heavy multi-legged vehicles or HCPs.

Therefore, in choosing the target for the first round of attack launched by the recoilless gun, they gave up attacking these heavy units, and instead specifically targeted armored vehicles and the infantry that had dismounted from them.

Especially high-value targets that look expensive, such as communication node vehicles, command vehicles, ultra-short wave reconnaissance and jamming vehicles, and field radars in marching mode.

Soon, more than 20 82mm recoilless guns and several individual anti-vehicle missile launchers launched a violent attack on the front of the convoy that was in a panic due to the attack.

The recoilless gun was upgraded to a magazine-fed system, and its rate of fire was greatly improved. The first 5-round magazine loaded with a mixture of armor-piercing and armor-fragmenting shells was also emptied.

Under Van Fleet's order, the attacked convoy began to try to turn around, and some infantrymen on armored vehicles jumped out of the vehicles and prepared to counterattack on the spot.

At this time, the members of the teaching team also replaced the second magazine filled with programmed high-explosive bombs, and then aimed at the federal infantry hiding behind the armored vehicles.

When one by one the programmed high-explosive bombs with detonation distances set by the training team members flew over the armored vehicles and exploded above the heads of the federal soldiers, and pasted countless prefabricated fragments onto their tactical visors.

Intelligent programmed ammunition has given the ancient weapon, the recoilless gun, a second life on this cruel and absurd battlefield.

At the same moment, the chaotic convoy caused the federal soldiers to fail to protect the command cabin vehicle. A wheeled tank turned around in advance, giving Baninger a once-in-a-lifetime shooting opportunity.

"cover me!"

He roared, ignoring the federal armored units that had begun to counterattack the ambush positions on both sides, and quickly mounted the small electromagnetic reconnection cannon that was originally folded on his back on his shoulder.

With a click, the track was unfolded and blue-white electric light began to flash, and this feature immediately attracted the attention of the federal forces.

A wheeled assault gun equipped with a 105mm electrothermal chemical gun quickly adjusted the turret's direction and pointed it at Baninger, who was a little "dazzling" on the battlefield.

At the moment it fired, another heavy power armor from the teaching team rushed to the beam between it and Banninger at great speed.

The single-person deflection field activated at maximum power did its best to deflect a fin-stabilized discarding sabot armor-piercing projectile, but the huge kinetic energy still knocked the power armor back several meters.

"Captain! Now!"

Amid the shouts of his teammates and the hail of bullets, Baninger calmly gave the order to shoot at the moment the assisted aiming was completed.

The long-accumulated electrical energy was converted into the kinetic energy of a tungsten alloy high-speed piercing rod under the action of the acceleration track of the magnetic field. It flew through the battle zone with the momentum of tearing everything apart and accurately hit the command cabin vehicle in the middle of the convoy.

The tungsten alloy rod, carrying huge kinetic energy, directly tore open most of the car body. The extremely high temperature of the rod also caused the remaining part of the cabin vehicle to catch fire.

However, the scene of such a hit did not make Baninger and other members of the teaching team excited. Instead, a solemn expression appeared on the former's face.

Because they zoomed in through the lens of the power armor sensor and saw the empty interior structure of the 'Command Container Vehicle'.

"Fuck! This looks like a bait!"
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The conference room in the Federal Ministry of Defense building was filled with smoke.

After the conflict between the Federal Army and Atlas on Pella IV broke out, the top CIA officials came here and watched the "live broadcast" with President Brandon, Secretary of Defense Miller and others.

"So now we can only watch Atlas's public live broadcast to know the situation of the battle between our army and Atlas on Pyla IV?"

Brandon put out the almost burned cigarette butt in the ashtray and looked at everyone in the conference room with a not very good expression on his face.

"Really, from the first day of my administration, I never thought I would encounter such an absurd situation. If the directors in the film and television industry were asked to make a movie according to this script, some people would say it was too outrageous." "Mr. President, the relevant departments are already trying to crack this remote communication technology, and it may take some time."

CIA Director Bernard said that as the head of the intelligence department, this technology that allows real-time communication across galaxies is equally important to the intelligence department.

"Time. Time. What we lack most now is time!"

Brandon pounded on the table, a hint of anger in his tone.

"I said the same thing during my last report, but it's been so long and there's still no progress."

Because of the recent stalemate in the war, Brandon's temper was much worse than before the war, but he quickly adjusted his mood. After all, this meeting was not a suitable time to "get angry".

After calming down, he exhaled a breath, then raised his head and asked:
"Can anyone tell me how this farce with Atlas will end? Don't tell me that we can't even deal with a private enterprise."

Everyone in the conference room looked at each other. Finally, Chief Bernard spoke.

"Mr. President, with the temporary loss of real-time inter-galactic communications, we are indeed unable to direct operations in real time.

However, before this operation began, the CIA and the military had already made a lot of plans. As long as the various forces in the Pyla Galaxy act according to the plans, I believe everything is still under our control."

"That means we can only sit in this conference room and watch, right?"

"Yes, Mr. President."

Brandon smiled and shook his head, then slumped back in the chair as if he had lost all the energy and collapsed in an instant.

"Okay. Then who can tell me what will happen next in this 'big show'?"
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"Have you confirmed that the Federation's orbital attack fleet has begun to take action?"

"Yes, Boss. The reconnaissance ship has just observed that they have separated from the main force and started to lower their orbit. Judging from their movements, they should be entering the attack orbit."

On a virtual screen in the HCP cockpit, Cliffs, who had already changed into a space suit, spoke with a serious expression.

Amber, who was sitting in the cockpit assisting with the self-inspection of the aircraft, also stopped her work and let Lilith take over.

"It seems that our orbital strikes have angered the Federation. By the way, have the two light cruisers been withdrawn?"

"The orbit has risen, and we have reunited with the escort team that went to pick us up. We are currently returning to the formation."

Cleves glanced at the screen beside him and continued:

"Boss, now that the Federation Fleet knows our orbital strike methods, they will definitely be prepared. If we want to conduct another ground strike in the future, we may need the entire fleet to provide cover."

"I know, so the fleet will temporarily suspend the ground attack and enter a defensive state to prepare for the attack of the federal fleet."

Amber said calmly, while controlling the HCP, who had completed self-checks during this time, and walked towards the lifting platform.

"What about the Federation's orbital attack ships? The ground forces won't be able to withstand the tactical thermobaric bombs they launch!"

"It doesn't matter, I will take action."

(End of this chapter)