Chapter 18 War

Union 333, September 5, 1200 hours

Corolodo Galaxy Border Star, Tiger Base

Vine stood behind his back in Major McLean's office. The young correction opposite him sat in a chair, and the computer in her hand showed a briefing. She lowered her head and looked attentively. Wayne straightened up, but felt unnatural all over. Of course, it had something to do with what the little correction was watching.

He doesn't know when the Tigers will be connected with the word "provoking trouble", but it is obvious that the team members are not "good children". Since the end of the rescue mission to assist the police, they have become famous for a while - although no one in the military base can call out their numbers or personal names, nicknames such as "red-haired bear" and "blue-haired demon girl" have completely spread.

Vien didn't understand why they called it at first. But he quickly understood that Li Song had talked more or less, and that he would always be jealous if he was too good, not to mention that the treatment of the Tiger Regiment was really different from that of other troops in the base - which was also called "enjoyable service" by some mean people.

He thought about a solution - but failed. The difference between their communication ability and combat ability is obviously calculated in light years, and Li Song has only taught them to obey their superiors, help their partners, and repel enemies. But it does not teach any skills to remain humble or even hypocritical at a specific moment.

Although it is an independent military base, there will always be moments of mutual encounter in daily life. Trouble bred in a group of restless activists led by Edwin and Irene - they conflicted with a returning army special forces in the restaurant. Wayne didn't know the reason. I guess he said something bad - and then there was nothing left.

When Wayne was found by several aggressive sergeants and asked his men back in a mixed tone of rebuking and pleading, immediately stopping the beating of internal military personnel. He knew that his expectations of things were so biased that his men could not control it.

But when he arrived at the restaurant, if the sergeant next to him hadn't kept saying that this was the restaurant, I'm afraid he would have thought it was a shooting range - there were twisted, ragged and broken "objects everywhere", and the dishes were obviously inserted into the wall as darts. From a bent steel bar, he guessed that this should be the foot that supports the dining table.

He carefully stepped over the mixture scattered on the ground that ran out of his stomach, whether it was just ready to eat or had been eaten. When he walked to the corner, the sound of military boots and the touch of the ground made Evin sense and turn around to launch an attack, Wayne kicked him into the corner!

Others look up or look back. They were stunned. After a quick glance, the team members knew that they had been caught by the leader and other officers present. But the soldiers squatted with their heads in their hands in their hands, blue and faces, and the embarrassed soldiers were surprised that the horrible and unstoppable "red-haired bear" just now was kicked into the corner by a lieutenant and did not dare to fight back at all - just like them, holding their heads and squatting honestly.

Irene secretly glanced at Edwin, and then inadvertently saw Wayne's iron blue face. She knew that something was wrong, so she secretly lost the guy in her hand, stood up, stood up and waited for his roar. Seeing this, the other three team members also followed suit.

"What do you think this is!" He was very angry and pointed outside, "Give you a minute, roll into the confinement room, and stay for 24 hours from now on!" Until you realize your mistake!" But anger did not ignite him. He clearly knew that only by taking action first could he keep these team members from being punished by others.

"Lieutenant." Major's voice pulled Wayne back from his mind, "About other officers and sergeants' complaints about your subordinates--"

"Shir, this is the consequence of my lax discipline alone." Wayne shouted that he wanted to say that all the responsibility should be placed on him, but the frowning major interrupted his defense.

"Listen to me!" Her tone was beyond doubt, and Wayne found herself too nervous. These trivia happened much earlier than I expected, but this is not my responsibility. All complaints will be forwarded to the third resolution of the Military Information Bureau.

Vien still doesn't quite understand what the major means, but in the future he will know that this is the consistent method of the Military CIA, which is equivalent to a scapegoat behind him all the time - what he says internally. Other agencies have always been wise to have less contact with the Military CIA.

"I'm not here for trivia today." She said that she operated with her hands on the virtual keyboard on her desk, and an intelligence was displayed in front of Wayne. "This is the latest information on military operations in remote colonial areas. You can quickly learn about it."

Vien glanced his eyes, remembered a few key words, and then asked, "Shir, is O'Miken's extermination still continuing?"

"There is no action to eliminate it! The extermination operation has been completely cancelled!" The major shook his head and looked serious. "A day ago, the O'Miken colonial area and the Eota colonial area publicly announced their rebellion from the alliance, and the war in the remote colonial area has begun!"

"War?" Wayne repeated the word in the major's mouth. As if it was far away from him, he had never contacted him; but it was also very close. Most of his time for more than ten years had been preparing for this possible event. But one day when I said it from someone else's mouth, it was a little illusory.

The major opened the holographic image and pointed to two of the closer colonial areas and said: "The rebels assassinated some important officials on the planet and sent troops to quickly devour every colonial area. Now O'Miken has occupied half of the land, and Eota is not optimistic. Their military port has been completely controlled by the rebels.

"The Alliance Space Command has mobilized the nearby Ninth Fleet, the Tenth Fleet and the Eighth Fleet to carry out insurgent activities to eliminate these two colonial areas." Major said, "In terms of troop investment, the Alliance Army is ready to land on the ground at any time."

Vien listened to every detail, and the major explained the whole process so solemnly that there must be something they need to deal with.

"But I encountered a big problem in landing operations." Major's words did not expect Wayne, "The rebels in both colonial areas control a large number of warships, but they still can't compare with the three fleets. The problem is on the ground..." The major pointed to the image magnified on the surface of the O'Miken colonial star. "The rebels deployed multiple * launch bases on the ground. With half of the satellites controlled today, anti-missile has become a thorny problem. The ensuing trouble is the landing of the army - * becoming the biggest threat to the landing spacecraft!"

Vien wants to ask for war. These are exactly where they are needed. In order not to expose hundreds of thousands of soldiers to the threat of being shot down during the landing process, he is willing to send out the Tiger Regiment and secretly destroy their launch base or carry out the task of assassinating enemy commanders.

But he held back. Now it's time for the major to speak.

"Look here, the northern hemisphere of the planet." Major may know Wayne's urgency. She pointed to the area near the polar regions of the hemisphere. "This area is 2200 meters above sea level, covered with snow all year round. The temperature of minus 20 degrees Celsius makes it difficult for most lives to survive, but the harsh environment here has been exploited by the rebels and has become the location of the rebel base."

"Near this area, MI was found to have a medium-sized launch base. And six or seven hundred kilometers away from here is a military base sandwiched between the rebels. According to the final military situation, there are still about 200,000 alliance soldiers in it. The base is fully equipped with weapons and multiple strategic cores*.

"But these four weeks are full of rebels." The major drew a circle around, and the military base was indeed precarious. "They rely on terrain and firepower, but as long as the rebels gather their forces again, their only result will only be erased from the map."

"Your mission is also coming." The major looked up at Wayne, who was paying attention. "The military needs multiple special forces to infiltrate the enemy's * launch base, destroy as much as possible the * or their scattered headquarters to obtain valuable time for the army's landing in that area."

"You will be transferred near the most important nuclear* launch base. The specific location cannot be detected, and all this depends on your own wisdom. We can provide little support, and your goal is to lift the nuclear threat and assassinate Major General Rex Gwen, the commander of the base as much as possible.

"This is his recent photo."

Vien stared at the major general, wearing the army's classic army green uniform. Brown hair and green eyes. It has a thick beard and is about three centimeters long at the chin. It is easy to identify.

"This mission requires not many people, and the other party's base is equipped with metal detectors, which can detect the metal you carry, so the combat armor cannot be used." The major's mouth is full of bad news, and he may feel a little sorry, "but you can use light armor and other low-metal weapons developed by the military. After the mission ends and the threat is eliminated, you can use the maximum * support.

"You will leave tomorrow." Major changed his tone, "Vien... I know you are very strong, but you still pay more attention. Three special forces have disappeared there. The Militaryqing ju estimates that there is little hope of survival, and there are active enemy mountain special forces there.

"Thank you, sir!" Wayne saluted her, "As the officer said, but the formation of the Tiger Corps is dedicated to dealing with tasks that cannot be completed by special forces. There is no danger or difficulty for us, only completion or failure!"

"Very good, I'm waiting for your triumph!" McLean returned the gift.