Frost Fortress, Arctic Alliance Command Center.

All electronic screens were black, wired and wireless communications had no response, and even the most basic lighting system was struggling with alternating light and dark.

The staff officers and the technical soldiers who had just arrived were busy with the malfunctioning equipment. The shouting and quarreling made the whole hall extremely noisy.

At this time, General Rybnikov sat unusually calmly in the command seat, his hands folded on his knees, his wrinkled face expressionless.

......

Two or three minutes later, a middle-aged man in a black clerical robe walked quickly to his side, leaned over and whispered something in the old man's ear.

He nodded slightly, then slowly stood up and clapped his hands.

Bang!

The crisp applause stopped the noise and everyone turned to look at the main seat.

"There was no war at the Ninth Order. It was just a 'space shock'. We will handle it according to the emergency plan we practiced previously."

The old man's voice was calm and powerful, with a soothing power.

boom!

The soldiers in the hall saluted in unison and then quickly got busy.

"Kirilenko, come here and help me count the models and quantities of damaged equipment!"

"Alyosha, don't be idle. Get the helicopters ready. Once the statistics are finished, have them go to the rear warehouse to get spare parts."

"Yes, yes, bring a few more, no, bring them all, the front line also needs these!"

"Go check on Thor's hammer and check each area!"

......

The spirits of the middle and lower-level officers were lifted, and they even became relaxed and passionate.

However, the expressions of senior generals such as Ma Baoguo remained solemn.

In the past thirty years, spacequakes have occurred a total of four times.

There is no consensus on the cause, but previous "shocks" were very regular, with intervals generally of six to seven years.

But this time, it has been less than three years since the last "shock".

At least, Ma Baoguo felt that breaking the rules might not be a good thing.

However, at this moment, no one had time to think about it.

How to reverse the decline on the battlefield is what they need to consider.

Rebnikov first looked at Ma Baoguo and a smile appeared on his face again.

"General Ma, thank you for your decisive and precise instructions just now."

“The Arctic Alliance will always remember this friendship.”

Ma Baoguo saluted solemnly, his voice steady.

"You are too polite, General. This is what I should do."

Rybnikov nodded with a look of satisfaction, then turned his gaze to the others.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes slightly. When he opened them again, there was a coldness in his eyes and his kind smile disappeared without a trace.

"Now, there's no need to fool yourself." His voice grew deep and hard. "I take full responsibility for this failure. However, until a new commander-in-chief arrives, you will still need to obey my command."

Swish!

All the generals straightened their backs and raised their heads, waiting for orders.

"Send the message by helicopter!"

Rybnikov's voice echoed in the hall, "The Fifth Guards Army is to defend on the spot. Do not retreat a single step until new orders arrive!"

"Other troops, led by the Knights of the Guardian, retreat in an orderly manner to the rear towards Dragon Fang Castle!"

"Yes!" The generals responded in unison and then took quick action.

After doing all this, the old man sighed and looked at Ma Baoguo again, with a trace of worry on his wrinkled face.

"General Ma, I have some understanding of Major General Jiang's character."

"You...must restrain her."

"Her value far exceeds the outcome of a battle."

Ma Baoguo: “…”

No, how "notorious" is this big darling under his command?

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On the left wing of the battle line, in the temporary defense line of the 17th "Northern Anvil" Heavy Armored Division, inside a half-collapsed assembled bunker.

Dadadada——!

Warrant Officer Maxim's eyes were red as he held the 23mm machine gun tightly and madly poured fire on the overwhelming abyss monsters.

The red-hot gun barrel almost melted due to the high-speed shooting, and the hot shell casings were ejected with a clang, piling up into a mountain in the narrow bunker.

There were three bodies lying inside and outside the bunker.

Ivan's head was pierced by a pitch-black spike and his entire body was nailed to the inner wall of the bunker, with blood slowly flowing down the wall.

In order to protect him, Sergei's chest was torn and his internal organs were scattered all over the ground.

And Boris, that coward, actually rushed out of the bunker and detonated a cluster grenade, dying together with the abyss monster that was circling behind him.

At this moment, all that was left of him were broken limbs and arms scattered on the ground.

Maxim didn't know how long he could live. The ammunition of his machine gun was almost gone. Perhaps in the next second, he would be torn to pieces by the rushing abyss monsters.

But he doesn't care.

When Sergei's chest was torn apart while trying to save him, Maxim didn't want to live anymore.

Just had this thought...

Crack, crack, crack——!

The machine gun fired empty.

Maxim spat, then leisurely pulled out a bunch of grenades from behind his butt.

whoosh——!

Suddenly there was a strong whistling of wind in my ears.

He ducked skillfully, avoided the spikes, and rolled into a blind corner.

Bang!

A "sea urchin" with a diameter of more than three meters crashed into the gap in the bunker, and the several sharp spikes that came in emitted a dim light.

Maxim smelled a sickening stench, the smell of death.

“Go to hell!”

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