He grabbed the unconscious Fifth Level and the confused Qin Lan, and rolled them both into the trench not far away.

The moment he landed, Zheng Ye kicked down the reinforcement plate on the side of the trench wall.

A thumb-thick alloy plate fell down, covering the three people.

boom--!

The cabin of the "Mandrill" was instantly dissolved by the dark energy, and then a chain reaction explosion occurred!

In the blink of an eye, the entire T-shaped position was engulfed in fire and flames.

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Northeast sector, behind point 2, eighth circle, Ninth Army forward command post.

Several guards wearing exoskeletons fell in a pool of blood, some with their throats cut by sharp blades, and others with bullets through their chests or heads.

Liu Juncheng, the commander of the military police battalion of the Defense Force stationed in the Ninth Army, and his military police firmly controlled the entire command post.

He put a pistol to the head of the commander of the Ninth Army.

"Hu Rucai! Why did you disobey the clear orders of the headquarters?"

His expression was stern and his words were righteous, making him seem like the embodiment of justice and discipline.

"If your careless actions lead to the loss of Point 2, can you bear the responsibility?"

Hu Rucai's eyes were wide open, and he looked frustrated and resentful.

"Liu Juncheng! Don't think I don't know what your Liu family is planning! Do you still have China in your eyes? Do you still have humanity in your eyes?"

Liu Juncheng sneered.

"It is precisely because we have China and humanity in our sights that we prioritize ensuring the stability of the entire defense line, rather than impulsively dividing our forces for the sake of a single individual."

Just then, a military policeman rushed in with an anxious look on his face.

Liu Juncheng glared at him, "What's wrong?"

The military police reported haltingly.

"Reporting to the commander, the 335th Regiment under the Ninth Army... they... they acted on their own and have already headed for Point One!"

Liu Juncheng was stunned for a moment, then became hysterical.

"Rebellion! Rebellion! Bring that regimental commander back to me! No, shoot him on the spot! Kill every single one of his officers!"

The gendarmes looked at each other, no one moved...

When a troop has already rushed into a war zone, who will enforce military law?

With this ability, would someone still follow Liu Juncheng?

Upon hearing this news, the officers of the Ninth Army who were being held at gunpoint by the military police in the command center all breathed a sigh of relief.

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Northern sector, behind Point 10, forward trenches.

General Rybnikov leaned half of his body out, raised the telescope, and focused his sight in the southeast direction, on Point No. 1, which was almost covered by the Kuroshio Current.

After five or six seconds, he frowned and asked the lieutenant general next to him, who was smoking a cigar and was the commander of the Fifth Guards Army.

"Huaguo still hasn't sent reinforcements?"

The lieutenant general frowned and nodded gravely, "Yes, sir."

Rybnikov asked again, "Are you sure our little angel has landed there?"

"Yes, sir, I saw it with my own eyes."

Rebnikov nodded slightly and was about to turn around when he saw a hint of white in the black soil at the edge of the chest-high trench.

He was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his wrinkled, skinny hand and carefully brushed away a layer of loose soil.

Beneath the soil, which was mixed with the foul stench and the pungent smell of gunpowder, there was a thumb-sized white wildflower.

As soon as he removed the soil, the fallen flower slowly straightened up and stood upright again.

The center of the flower is small and is facing the old man.

He narrowed his eyes and spoke softly to Xiaohua.

"Hello."

A breeze blew by, and the flowers swayed gently, as if in response.

Rybnikov smiled faintly and nodded, no longer hesitating.

He turned around and looked at the position behind him.

Countless ordinary soldiers are ready to go.

The knights, clad in heavy armor, looked determined.

One after another, the "War Chess M" heavy mechas stood upright with their huge bodies.

Various tanks started their engines, emitting low roars.

......

Rybnikov cleared his throat, and his words were transmitted throughout the entire position through the loudspeaker.

"Soldiers, knights!"

"Go save your angels!"

He paused and raised his voice.

"Target, point 1! Let's go!"

......

“Hurrah!”

“Hurrah!”

“Hurrah!”

The roar was like a tsunami, even drowning out the roar of artillery fire.