"Damn it, 7th Division! This is the 8th Mechanical Infantry Battalion of the 19th Division. You are blocking the way! If you don't let go, my battalion will soon enter the range of the Emperor's firepower strike."

"The 8th Battalion, here is Brigadier General Wilda of the 7th Division. If the 63rd bombing force does not move its butt, we can't go anywhere!"

"May I ask Brigadier General Wilda, what is the 63 bombing force doing?!"

"The fixed turret of the 63 bombing troops was fully unfolded half an hour ago, and they were ready to fight back against the emperor. If they wanted to give way, they had to reclaim the turret, which meant it would take another half an hour!"

"God, can't they throw away the stationary turret?!"

"That means abandoning the ordnance and going to the military court after the war, their commanders will not take this risk."

"But now the risk has shifted to my side! My people are blocked! Brigadier General, do you understand what I mean? Damn it!!!"

"The 8th Battalion, what's going on?!"

"The sky is full of imperial cannons! We're done"

"8th Battalion?!"

"Boom! Hiss"

Under the cover of the begonia rocket launcher, the 8th Mechanical Infantry Battalion of the 19th Division of the Federal Heavy Industry Corps was bombed to ashes, and no one survived. 15 minutes later, under the cover of artillery fire, the motherland guards assault cluster contacted the 7th Division and swept the 63rd bombing troops that were still unloading the fixed turret, killing and wounding more than 4 federal soldiers and capturing more than 12ooo. Brigadier General Wilda of the 7th Division died, and Brigadier General Jerry was captured alive.

This is just a corner of the battlefield. Facing the chaotic federal army, the prepared emperor almost attacked with annihilation. In the spiritual energy network built by the ky-powered psychics, commanders at all levels communicated the most efficiently, cooperated closely with each other, and transmitted all information in real time, and finally converted into real combat efficiency.

In contrast, due to the devastating blows from the functional departments of the General Command of the Land of the Sea, and Mo Gu specially burned off the backup equipment of the communications force before leaving, wartime communications have completely failed.

After losing the satellite, each commander became a blind man on the strategic map. He could only observe the battlefield with his naked eyes, and did not know what was born far away. Even the slow-responsive commander did not know that the empire had sounded the horn of the general attack and was still foolishly "returning to the sea-round war zone."

If the wartime communication fails and there is no spiritual ability, the only thing that can work between the federal armies is short-frequency private communication, but it is bad. In order to prevent the emergence of small groups, the federal government explicitly ordered that the use of private communication between officers should be not recommended. It is best to use public frequency bands. If the private frequency band is required, there will be no punishment, but it may be monitored and will affect the promotion rating.

This leads to the fact that most commanders do not have private communication frequency bands for each other, and even if they have one, it is useless. If the battlefield cannot be regulated from the overall macro perspective, tragedies such as the 7th Division, the 8th Battalion, and the 63rd bombing forces will continue to take place.

Now, the only good news for the Federation is that the white wolf disappears, the security forces gather together again, complete the security clearance of the commander-in-chief's headquarters, and find the three people trapped in the commander-in-chief's office, and liberate them.

Because the doctor came in time, Agronso's fortune was saved, but it was still unknown when he would wake up.

John pushed the wheelchair to the window and looked at the sky covered by war in the distance with concern. He had just gone to the command room full of corpses and sent a signal to the entire army that it was forbidden to return aid. However, this signal had long been invalidated with the destruction of the communications force. Even if it did not, it would be too late. Many troops had returned to aid and blocked the outside of the war zone around the sea. There were emperors who had closed the front lines outside. It was only a matter of time before the collapse of the entire collapse.

Now, the federal army needs a "brain" and needs a person to stand at a higher command angle to help them regulate the macro situation and deal with the empire's annihilation attack.

To be honest, with the advantages of the Federation's equipment, even in such a situation where they are fully surrounded, there are many commanders who can make regulation, but they are all limited by difficult communications. Even if they are willing to command, their voices cannot be conveyed.

Not to mention those commanders, even if Agronso wakes up now and faces such a messy communication situation, he is still powerful and has nowhere to use it.

Is this time the Federation really going to be completely defeated? This idea came to John's mind.

Claudia held John's hand tightly, her voice was low, with loss and confusion, and she was inaudible "What should we do?"

What should we do? Very familiar words.

When the disaster came in the first year of the Colonial Destruction, John's community was attacked by ferocious beasts. He rushed into the neighboring hut, rescued Claudia and brought it to a height of the attic.

At that time, facing the surging beast tide below, Claudia also grabbed his hand like she is now, crying and asking him, "What should we do?"

At that time, John's answer to Claudia was "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Thinking about it now, this answer is really ridiculous. At that time, John was afraid of death, and he even said such words with a grudge. What's more, it was a slap in the face and pretending to be fat. Moreover, the two were saved later and had nothing to do with John. It was a federal army who cleared the neighborhood and rescued them from the attic.

This time, facing the defeated federal army, John couldn't even say the words "Don't be afraid, I'm there" because he knew from the bottom of his heart that no one could save them.

John closed his eyes silently, and when all the light disappeared, he had only one thought in his mind.

It is pitch black and light, dead silent, like a person sailing to the deep sea on a lonely boat, and finally being overturned by the waves on a rainy night, floating helplessly in the darkness without light, unable to see the stars, the lighthouse, and nothing can be seen.

Now, not only John, but every federal commander feels this way. Faced with the complete collapse of communication systems, they only have one idea.

What should I do if I am black? Just open my eyes.

But now, someone covers your eyes and prevents you from opening them, what should I do?

Maybe, can only listen?

Or raise your head and shake off the other party's hand?

Lift your head up

Raise your head?

Raise your head?!

John's eyes suddenly opened, his head slowly raised, and his gaze moved upward to the vast sky. At this moment, he seemed to feel the weight of the entire universe pressing on him, but it did not crush him or crush him, but turned into force and injected into blood. The heat sensation flowed throughout his body and every corner.

Yes, I thought of it!

what to do?

There is another way!

Raise your head!

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Chapter completed!