Chapter 964: Chapter 598: Unwillingness_1
“The first, third, sixteenth… one hundred and fifty-third special forces squads, move out.”
In an instant, Quentin Cooper’s commands were sent to the communicators of each squad leader, and they were broken down into detailed action plans.
The group mission of the thirty-two squads was to eliminate the sensing energy on the surface of the shield field and repair the field stabilizing controller that had malfunctioned due to the sudden impact of the plant vines. This would restore the stable operation of the shield field and prevent further exposure of information.
When it ca to the details of the mission, it needed to be divided into several parts.
So squads had to go outside the shield field to minimize the energy dissipation rate, using energy-neutralizing devices to gradually eliminate the sensing energy.
This was a very delicate job. Once their presence was exposed, it could attract larger enemy forces with the initiative.
Then the fleet could only quickly enter deep-cover mode and leave the exposed squad alone at the scene, disguising them as a small-scale intelligence-gathering unit.
Other squads needed to carry engineering equipnt and perform intricate operations along the edge of the shield field, replacing damaged parts in the stabilizing controllers.
So squads had to leave the shield field and go to even more forward areas, responsible for periter security to prevent further invasion by other nano-vines.
In addition, based on previous experiences of human-plants battles, once nano-vines detected abnormalities, a small troop would surely be deployed to investigate further.
The combat unit number of this small-scale troop usually consisted of fewer than fifty units and would be the highly elite Bullet Seed Troop.
The primary mission of twenty-seven out of the thirty-two squads was to go to the enemy’s elite troop routes calculated by Intelligent Brain Star, set up signal-blocking areas in the shortest amount of ti and then annihilate the investigation team with an overwhelming force.
It sounded easy, but in reality, it was extrely difficult and dangerous.
This was the outer boundary of the plant’s controlled area, where human quantum networks would be greatly disturbed and beco unstable.
Now the human forces were trying to block the enemy’s information and conduct covert operations.
These twenty-seven squads would be the furthest away from the shield field, and the preparation ti for them would not be fixed.
Although Intelligent Brain Star could calculate the general direction in which the enemy would appear, it could not calculate the exact arrival ti.
In all likelihood, ill-prepared encounters would erupt. If information were exposed, these twenty-seven squads would have to be abandoned.
For ordinary cha pilots, it was rely a loss of armor, and the person would still be in the fleet.
But for the armored warriors and cha pilots left behind, their only chance of survival was to break through the plant life’s defensive line in the Horizon Galaxy and return to the Witton Galaxy.
This was almost impossible.
This was the reality of the Space Age, where every small action required extensive planning and intricate coordination. Even a tiny mistake would lead to death. Human lives had always been insignificant in the vast universe.
Even S-class warriors were not irreplaceable.
In the Naless Fleet, there were 150 million people and tens of millions of warriors.
During these two years, S-class warriors would progress, but at the sa ti, more and more warriors received S-class ratings in the Song-313 system, becoming new S-class warriors, ready to take up the mantle.
One interesting aspect of humanity was how easy it was to create qualitative changes through quantitative changes. When the number of individuals reached a certain level, a genius in the ordinary sense would beco ordinary.
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“So, our job is just to carry these vacuum cleaner-like devices and clean up like janitors?”
In the combat readiness cabin of Tiffany Bell’s squad, Mountain Centipede complained with a gloomy face before jumping into his armor.
Among all S-class warriors, his rating was as high as 21.35, currently ranking ninth behind White Elephant and seven others.
In Mountain Centipede’s eyes, he was born to fight. Now, however, he had to do engineering work, which he couldn’t enjoy.
Oliver Thompson, who was adjusting the armor at the control panel, shrugged and said, “Don’t you know that our task is the most critical part of the overall mission?”
“Damn it! This job can be done by any lower-ranking engineer-specialty soldier. Why do I have to do it? I should be with those in the first squad, greeting those damn wooden bastards with my fists.”
Mountain Centipede continued grumbling, but no one paid any attention to him.
Johnny Gavin, a fellow cha pilot, was focusing intently on adjusting the preset program at the control panel.
As for the two armored cha pilots, Tiffany Bell and Nathan Rodriguez, they had already entered their respective battle armors, conducting pre-action checks and programming the overall action plan.
White Elephant and Elsie, the two warriors, were also busy working with the armor’s self-check system to determine the overall operation of the armor.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Mountain Centipede angrily punched his armor’s leg-plate and jumped in.Five minutes later, Tiffany Bell, Nathan Rodriguez, White Elephant, Elsie, and Mountain Centipede, along with two other single battle armors programd by Johnny Gavin and Oliver Thompson, flew out of the battleship and headed to the designated assembly point in space.
After a brief rest and reorganization, more than two hundred different human battle armors simultaneously released space distortion fields, forming a folded space shaped like an olive around the outer layer of the team.
Then, under the guidance of the folded space, the team changed directions and rushed towards the curve in the distance.
“Captain, don’t tell you really have no ideas? Maybe we really won’t have any chance to fight like Commander Quentin Cooper said, until the end of our lives,” remarked Mountain Centipede to Tiffany Bell through the small team channel, midway through the journey.
He was anxious and tried to provoke Tiffany Bell to assist the twenty-seven combat squads after completing the cleaning mission.
But Tiffany ignored him, coldly saying, “If you act without permission, I assure you, I won’t help you in the military court.”
“Damn, a cowardly woman.”
Mountain Centipede finally shut up.
Ignoring the Mountain Centipede, Tiffany continued to focus on the team mission guide in front of her.
She wouldn’t tell Mountain Centipede that she felt the sa disappointnt.
She used to be a highly regarded combat hero in the Voyager Galaxy. She was also a respected elite soldier in the Witton Galaxy’s fighting sequence, known as the vanguard goddess, invincible in every battle.
But in the Naless Fleet, her aura gradually faded in the past two years, no longer magical, no longer valued, slowly sinking into diocrity.
Of course, she had feelings too.
Especially among all the S-class warriors, she was the most familiar with the features of plant tribes. She had developed a reinforced intuitive response that was hard to match.
In theory, she should have led the mission herself, but now she and her team had turned into engineers without even the qualifications to fight.
She couldn’t be pleased.
But she had to grit her teeth in the dark, determined that one day, she would complete Tom’s assessnt and beco a top warrior like Instructor Taylor.
“I will not let anyone down!”
As they arrived at the edge of the shield, she thought to herself.
“Detach.”
She murmured.
The team then left the olive-shaped warped space ford by the team’s aggregation and reluctantly appeared outside the shield.
Although there were preset guidelines in the mission system, and the operations with node-like characteristics were automatically completed by the Intelligent System, Tiffany Bell’s spoken role as the captain was to remind her teammates to be ready to enter the working state.
By then, they could already see the plant spindle structure resembling peanuts in the distance with their naked eyes.
The vine network intertwined in space, one end covering the huge vine of the Horizon star, and the other end growing into a sphere from Star 768.
Compared to the intelligence from a few months ago, this plant spindle structure had expanded a lot.
In front of the team’s battle armor monitoring system, a group of deep purple energy clung to the shield of the Naless Fleet, and like the frequency of a beating heart, emitted waves of shock one after another.
At the sa ti, the armored Johnny Gavin and Oliver Thompson took out a neutralizing device that was six ters long and had a diater of 0.8 ters, and slowly approached the sensed energy.
The other five mbers dispersed quickly and set up small shields.
Far away, the other squads continued to approach the plant spindle.
The atmosphere in space was quiet and somber.
Everything seed bland.
Until the harsh alarm suddenly rang out.
This ant that the enemy’s reconnaissance squad had appeared, about ten minutes earlier than expected, and there was a mistake in the location.
Less than ten kiloters away from Tiffany Bell’s squad, a hole was ripped open in the void, and more than sixty transparent objects, each seven ters long, erged from the hole and appeared only three kiloters away from the sensed energy.
The visitors were not Bullet Seed Troop, but a new type of soldier that had never been seen before.
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