Ordinary mortals and elite troops like the Battle Nuns alike are unable to use real Interstellar Warrior Powered Armor and can only use adapted Reactive power armor.
These eight who have grown black carapaces, signifying that they have matured into new blood, can now don the power armor, which was last purchased by the governor and has completed its exterior paint job, and fight side by side with their predecessors.
Commander Matins took them all with him on this mission.
He had to admit, the new blood of the battalion, cultivated by the governor in his mysterious and even unfathomably deep ways, had a very high level of tactical proficiency—even surpassing that of the recruits during the battalion’s heyday. (T1 level training)
But no matter how mature the tactical proficiency may be, the experience of war, the instinct for war, and the mindset honed through countless skirmishes cannot be produced through pure training alone.
One must personally experience the blood and fire.
So, let the experience of battle commence.
As for the fourth team, it belonged to a new institution of the alliance—the Heretic Demon Hunters.
A mysterious squad of fifty people.
Currently, the entire operation team totaled around six hundred people.
Commander Martins Salas was the commander in chief of the special operation, responsible for the mission to eliminate the Primordial Wrath Owl Sect.
Superior Georgette was the chief consultant.
All other teams were under their command.
When necessary, Matins could contact Brigadier General Tadeusz, the battle commander, at any time. The latter would do his utmost to fulfill all of Matins’ requests.
Now, Matins and Georgette were standing at the very front of the entire team, chatting about something.
“I didn’t expect you to be so persuasive,” Matins said with a hint of a smile on his face.
Georgette responded seriously, “Not at all. When dealing with President Pierre, I never boasted about my eloquence. I simply laid out the facts one by one. He isn’t an irredeemable fool; faced with all the established facts laid before him, he made the right choice, nothing more.”
“But that’s the key, isn’t it? Being able to weave facts into a coherent argument and present them to the right person, that’s a skill in itself.”
Georgette glanced at him sideways, “Commander Matins, must you flatter me today?”
“Hahaha!” Matins laughed and said, “It’s not flattery, I’m simply stating the facts as well.”
Georgette also revealed a smile, “Well, thank you for your honesty.”
Suddenly, a faint ‘beep beep’ sound rang in both their ears simultaneously.
This was the signal that the agreed-upon time for action had come.
The two immediately dropped all expression from their faces and put on their helmets. From this point, the only qualities left in them were ice and fire.
“Action… begin!”
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“Action… begin!”
Listening to the command from the battalion leader through the helmet’s communication signal, Anat flicked his hand coolly and led the team forward first.
To be honest, this was his first real battle.
Although he had deeply realized through past training that he was no longer the same concept as the frail young boy who had fled from the Green Valley Region, he was still nervous.
However, no matter how tense he felt inside, it would not show at all on his face, in his speech, or in his actions.
He is the Phoenix, the Emperor’s Death Angel, the Governor’s strongest warrior.
He ought to be the best!
And at the moment, fighting alongside him were thirty special forces elites in Exoskeleton Armor and three Demon Hunters in custom leather armor.
They were the first forward vanguard team.
He took the lead, charging at the forefront.
Once crossing a certain line, the enemy’s counterattack began immediately.
Ahead, storage buildings, about five to six meters off the ground, had numerous firing ports opened from within. The traitors hunkered down inside had likely hastily constructed firing platforms at those locations.
Noticing another onslaught from the alliance, many of those platforms opened fire.
A kind of homemade heavy machine gun let out bursts of fire with a ‘tat-tat-tat’ sound.
These closely monitored firing windows, just a few hours ago, had brought significant casualties to the warriors of the 31st Airborne Division.
But at this moment, in front of Anat, they meant nothing.
He had long since spotted these firing windows, and the moment he vaguely saw shadows moving inside, his bomb gun had preemptively fired explosives into those windows.
The ‘bang bang bang’ of bomb blasts instantly silenced seven or eight firing windows without a single shot fired from them.
And the flames that did come towards him, when they fell upon his body, had no chance of penetrating the protection of the powered armor.
Instead, the visible muzzle flashes only served to point out the direction of attack for him.
Even Anat himself didn’t need to act; the elite troopers following him, who had already prepared their individual rocket launchers, mercilessly shot them into those firing holes when the Interstellar Warriors in front drew the enemy’s fire.
The enemy’s troublesome counter-fire windows were all blocked up just like that.
With quick steps, Anat had already reached the tightly shut doors.
This place had previously withstood the firepower of an entire battalion from the 31st Airborne Division. Currently, the Alliance was implementing a move to equip the heavy bomb guns as fixed firepower points down to the company level units.
Heavy bombs, 88-caliber mortars, all had bombarded this location. The side door of what was originally a storage building had been blown apart, but now it was once again tightly sealed with various debris.
But there was no need to worry.
Anat quickly ran to the side of it, and attached a thermite bomb to the edge of the building’s wall.
Boom.
After a flash of orange light, a 4×4 meter irregular hole appeared where the thermite bomb had made contact.
At this time, another group of comrades had fought their way up, also led by an Interstellar Warrior.
Anat recognized him.
That was Calia Gabriel, a newblood absorbed by the battalion a month later than he was.
The two nodded to each other, and with great tacit understanding, threw tactical grenades through the hole, aiming for the positions to the left and the right.
After the blast rang out, Anat was the first to enter, with his gun pointed directly to the right.
In a flash, he spotted seven or eight targets.
He strode forward, avoiding blocking his brothers-in-arms from following up, and fired as he moved.
His brain quickly analyzed the threat level of these seven or eight targets and instantaneously, the built-in aiming system of the tactical helmet painted each person with different colors.
Then, the bomb gun methodically took down the enemies according to the results of the analysis.
The first to fall were three in blue robes. As mentioned in the intelligence, they possessed Storm Sorcery abilities which could potentially threaten powered armor;
Next, those attempting to pull out grenades or had individual rocket launchers, as heavy firepower was also a threat.
And those who were dazed, holding ordinary firearms, were left for last.
However, as lengthy as this explanation might seem, in reality, it all happened almost in an instant.
From the cultists’ perspective, they saw a red giant come in, and before they could recover from the initial blast of the tactical grenades, he swiftly took three to five steps. With eight taps from the bomb gun, eight of them who dared to raise their heads were struck down.
On the left side of the breached hole, the same thing happened.
The two Interstellar Warriors expanded the forward position where they stood, taking up positions on either side of the hole, finding temporary cover, and with their bomb guns suppressing anyone who could possibly threaten the wall opening.
Meanwhile, elite troopers and Demon Hunters entered through the hole in single file.
When enough people had come in, they began to extend inward, slaughtering everyone who dared appear before them.
At the same time, an additional five blasts from other parts of the warehouse were heard.
The same situation that occurred here happened in five other places.
Under the leadership of the Interstellar Warriors, arguably the most elite group in the Alliance, they broke through the warehouse defense line that had previously caused much trouble for the 31st Airborne Division and made their way inside.
And in this process, the casualties were minimal.
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