At the junction of the Fifth War Zone and the Third War Zone, a communication reconnaissance ship was floating quietly in a star field. On the side of the hull was the military emblem of the two-headed wolf in the Third War Zone.

A small reconnaissance ship like this has the main task of monitoring the situation of the boundary star domain. Of course, there is no need to run around without any brains and rely on its own small radar to scan the situation on the boundary. It has a very unique and extremely modern working mode.

In order to prevent other forces from quietly invading their own star domains, warlord separatist forces such as the Third War Zone usually set up countless unmanned remote sensing signal balls on their border star domains. This type of signal ball is a high-tech product that condenses cutting-edge space technology. In addition to scanning the star domain situation within a certain range of 24 hours a day, it can also generate an invisible large network that is not airtight by launching an energy wave that can affect the space of the interstellar spacecraft.

This invisible large net composed of energy waves can block the space movement of any interstellar spacecraft leading to the inside of the large net. Of course, in non-war situations, the government will generally selectively close the signal ball in a certain area so that civilian spacecraft such as civil aviation interstellar spacecraft can enter the large net unimpeded. Similarly, these open areas are also places where the forces are heavily guarding, equivalent to their portal.

In order to better implement real-time monitoring of the boundary star domain, the military will usually send communication reconnaissance ships to monitor and collect the working conditions of a certain star domain signal ball. Once any signal ball is abnormal, the communication ship will promptly identify it. Is it a technical failure problem, or is it an enemy force secretly invading its own star domain and quickly transmit the identified results back to the headquarters through a long-distance communicator.

Simply put, in a word, as long as the capable warlord separatist forces will form their own high-tech defense circle by signal ball communication ships and border patrol fleets to block any sneak attacks by hostile forces.

"Beep beep beep." A crisp and rapid alarm sounded suddenly echoed in the small communication cabin.

"Lao Jiu, get up and go and see, damn it must be another ball that has broken down."

An impatient shout rang out in the rest cabin. A communication soldier poked his head out of the quilt. Through the open cabin door, he glanced at the alarm lights that flashed rapidly in the electronic signal cabin, and muttered: "I X, why am I going again? Damn, I have already gotten up seven or eight times in half an hour. I won't go anymore. Yaya, it must be a dog-going meteorite that has collided again."

Before he finished speaking, thunderous snoring sounds rang out in the rest cabin, intertwining with the shrill alarm sounds in the signal cabin into a different music.

The eleven correspondents in the rest cabin may not know that this is the last great awakening in their lives.

Outside the communication ship, not far away, a few triangular black shadows slowly emerged, silently approaching the communication ship.

"Swish swish swish swish." The next moment, a row of bright laser cannon beams flew over, blowing the communication ship into pieces.

"Echo Report No. 1, coordinate points XX, YY, the enemy ships have been cleaned up, repeat..." A ghost escort fighter pilot glanced through the rearview radar, and the huge fireball behind him that slowly dimmed, called coldly and mechanically at the communication headset.

After a moment, a dense spot of light flashed out from the starry sky where the triangular black shadows appeared one after another. Slowly, the Wuxian-level battleships with the military emblem of the Fifth War Zone slowly drove through this star field.

"Send a report to the Marshal that the border defense network of the Third War Zone has been opened. Our fleet group is entering the other side's star domain. After completing the assembly, it will immediately cross the space outside the planet of Vickers." On a Martial Immortal-level battleship number DG30001, a burly middle-aged Samsung general glanced at the star domain map on the holographic command platform, and ordered the adjutant of the staff beside him without looking back: "Also, inform the commanders of each squadron and the commander-in-chief of the near-Earth combat troops that follow up, and prepare for combat immediately."

"Yes, General." The Adjutant of Staff responded loudly, turned around and left in a hurry.

"It's been half an hour. I wonder if the little bastards of the Tiger Special Forces can withstand it." The general glanced at the electronic clock in the corner of the podium, frowned slightly, and pondered to himself.

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In the outskirts of Bengra, the capital of the planet Vickers, the nameless mining area has been transformed into devastated ruins by fierce artillery fire. Raiders mechas and teams of marines behind them are carefully searching back and forth between the still hot broken walls.

"Swoosh." Two light sounds came. Two individual anti-armored missiles dragged the blue and bright tail flames and roared into a tall and mighty raider mecha. Two loud noises sounded, and the flames splashed, and the raider mecha was turned into countless steel wrecks of different sizes, flying everywhere. In addition, more than a dozen Marines behind it also lay down all over the ground.

"Let's fire at three o'clock." An angry roar came, and a dense rain of bullets instantly knocked half of the building, which was slanted on the ground at three o'clock, and broke into pieces.

"Damn it." After the guns and cannons stopped, a captain of the Marine Company led several marines to pull out the ruins. Two bloody and charred corpses were still holding two light missile launchers in the hands of the corpse, and spitting phlegm on the corpse fiercely. The captain of the Marine Company then turned around and left with his men.

Below the ruins, in the basement where the exit was sealed by rocks, the blood-faced man was quietly observing the movement outside through a narrow crack in the window. Behind him, another man with a broken arm was red eyes, holding an assault rifle with one arm, pressing against the head of Elliot, the commander of the Third War Zone, and gasping heavily.

"Duke and the others have returned to their positions, Ken, it seems that we are the only two of us left now. Can we hold on?" The bearded man jumped out of the window and smiled miserably at the man whose eyes were still stuck to the red blood stains, and said lightly.

"Don't worry, boss, before I leave, I will definitely break this old guy first and avenge my brothers." The broken-armed man poked Elliot's head with a rifle and said in a cold voice.

"Good." The bearded man gently patted the broken-armed man, and a shiny light flashed in his eyes. Then, the bearded man turned around and walked to the corner to pick up a heavy machine gun. After getting on a bullet link again, he hung it on himself in a few seconds, as if he was talking to himself: "Get ready, I guess they will find this place soon."

"Crack." The one who answered the bearded man was the crisp sound of the broken-armed man pulling the bolt with one hand, and a stern light flashed through his eyes.

Just as the two men were quietly preparing for their last battle, the sound of powerful footsteps coming from all over the basement inexplicably became chaotic, and there were vaguely terrifying shouts mixed in.

"What's going on?" The bearded man's heart thumped, and he hurriedly walked to the narrow window slit, squinted his eyes and looked at the movement outside.

What came into his eyes were those Marines running like headless flies. They seemed to see something that scared them. Some Marines even fired their guns in the sky while running. In addition to the Marines, even the mechas of infantry natural enemies were stumbled and ran between the ruins.

"Swish, boom." A dense and thick laser cannon beam, like lightning falling from the sky, roared into the crowds of people on the ground. Balls of bright and brilliant fireballs rose one after another, and countless pieces of armored human flesh flew out in the cannon fire.

"The ghost escort fighter is the space fleet in our fifth war zone." A ghost fighter swept across the basement at a very low altitude, and the sharp-eyed man with a beard clearly saw the military emblem on the fighter plane. He immediately turned around excitedly and shouted loudly to the broken-armed man.

"The uncle is finally here." The man with broken arms cursed with tears in his eyes, and his whole body became soft and leaned against the wall, fainting in a daze.

On the ground, the third war zone unit with an armored division was almost stunned by the group of ghost fighter jets falling from the sky in just a blink of an eye. Armored command vehicles were bombed by the precise target of the ghost fighter jets, turning into piles of charred wreckage. The combat vehicles and marines who had lost their command turned around and ran out of the mining area, trying their best to run out of this battlefield that was almost a ghost escort fighter jet slaughterhouse. Even the fat banshee fighter jets were driven away by the dense group of ghost fighter jets, and they had to escape in all directions.

Finally, the group of Viking fighter jets on standby in the nearby airspace finally rushed over. However, what awaited them were a large number of ghost escort fighters, as well as a dozen Wuxian-level battleships that slowly drilled into the atmosphere of the Viks planet with strange clouds of smoke and dust. The Viking fighter jets, who had few troops, soon escaped to the periphery under the dense crossfire attack.

Immediately afterwards, countless landing cabins were sprinkled from the air by those Martial Immortal-level battleships, dragging long tail flames, and roaring straight into the ground. As smoke and dust rose, teams of marines rushed out of the landing cabins one after another, and rushed towards the abandoned mining area from all directions.

"Keen, wake up, wake up, our reinforcements are here. Have you heard that? Our reinforcements are here." In the basement, the bearded man shook the broken-armed man hard, trying to awaken his last subordinate. However, the broken-armed man's breathing gradually weakened, and it seemed that he could not hear the call of the bearded man.
Chapter completed!