Chapter 862: The Universe is Burning (Part 9)
Bai Qiao and his soldiers were dumbfounded when they saw the heroic warriors appear in the lightning.
Although, in the Alliance, these heroic spirits that suddenly appeared, fearless of death, very powerful, and would help humans in battle had appeared more than once, but in the past, they basically appeared in naval battles, directly landing on the enemy's starships to help in the battle. In fact, there are very few people who have actually seen these heroic spirits with their own eyes, and most of them are space warriors.
The Space Marines are pretty tight-lipped.
This means that the matter of "heroic spirits helping humanity" is just a rumor spread among a very small number of people.
On a broader level, news about the Heroic Spirits is not circulated.
At least, the Baiqiao class knew nothing about this, let alone the ordinary soldiers.
It’s no wonder that the soldiers were stunned when they suddenly saw these heroic spirits.
But it is not difficult to identify that they are friendly.
These heroic warriors said nothing and just beat up the greenskins.
In addition to this friendly behavior, the performance of the Heroic Spirits also made Bai Qiao and other soldiers feel close. Although these Heroic Spirits looked translucent and flashing with arcs, they were wearing the uniforms of the Alliance Army. The tactical gestures between them were also the same as those of the Alliance soldiers.
This sense of familiarity made Bai Qiao and his soldiers quickly treat these heroic spirits as their own.
After only a moment's hesitation, Bai Qiao ordered his remaining soldiers to turn around and cooperate with the suddenly appearing heroic warriors to launch a counterattack against the greenskins.
When dealing with the remnants of the human army, the orcs might have enough strength to wipe them out, but when the heroes appeared, the situation was completely reversed.
They fought back and destroyed the orc ecological park in the underground base.
After the mission was completely completed, the bodies of those heroes gradually faded and disappeared.
During this process, Bai Qiao still tried to say hello, but no heroic spirit paid attention to them.
He could only keep this matter in his heart with regret.
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After confirming that the mission was completed, Bai Qiao left the underground cave and reported to his superiors.
On the one hand, he talked about the entire mission process, and on the other hand, he also focused on the discovery of the "Heroic Spirit".
Baiqiao was not praised.
The sacrifice was so great that the mission almost failed. In the end, it was only with the help of the heroic spirit that came to the world that the mission was completed. It is very difficult to get the reward.
Of course, it is not yet time to judge his performance in this battle. The military has a special department that will conduct a post-war investigation. Is he a war criminal, or is he commanding normally but the enemy is too strong, so the fault is not his; or is he commanding well, and he was able to achieve the goal as much as possible under a powerful enemy, harsh environment, and impossible mission...
These are all judged on a case-by-case basis.
Bai Qiao was not too worried about this.
From receiving the mission, to the start of the battle, to the end, he had a clear conscience throughout the whole process. Whether it was his own command decision or the heroic sacrifice of his entire regiment, there was no problem. As long as the military police reviewed the battle report normally, they would not bother him. At most, it was because the sacrifice was too great and the mission goal was finally completed in a bizarre way, so he could not get a high evaluation.
On the contrary, Bai Qiao cares more about those heroic spirits.
What is going on?
But the news from superiors soon arrived.
He did not give him any explanation, but just told him that he knew about this and asked him to ask his troops to keep confidential what he had seen and heard.
that's all?
If his superiors asked him to keep it secret, he would certainly not say more; if they asked him to restrain his soldiers, he would certainly do it.
but……
There was no confidentiality agreement signed, no special confidentiality training, and no serious emphasis on the consequences of leaking secrets... It was just a verbal request for confidentiality. Bai Qiao really doubted how effective it would be?
There were more than 600 people! After they went back, it was possible that someone said a few more words after drinking, and the secret would be easily leaked.
He smiled bitterly and shook his head. He had no other choice but to strictly convey the request and keep his mouth shut. There was no other good solution.
He continued to read his superior's reply.
In the battle report he submitted, he also emphasized that his regiment had suffered heavy losses and had basically lost its combat effectiveness.
What he expected was that after seeing the current situation of their regiment, his superiors would send a large number of new troops to fill his regiment so that his troops could quickly recover their combat effectiveness and participate in the battle on the front line.
But in fact he understood that the probability was very low.
Not only does his regiment only have so few people left, but everyone is injured. Instead of adding more than 3,000 people, equivalent to the reserve force of an entire regiment, to them, it would be better to split them out and put them in the organization of other troops, which might be more convenient.
However, neither of his two ideas came to fruition.
The superiors' orders to their regiment were to give them an address at the rear landing site, which would take about ten hours to reach. By then, a transport ship would be dispatched to supply troops and materials on the ground, and take them back to the sky.
This was a little hard for Bai Qiao to accept.
His Battle of Ankach was over.
This is not what he asked for.
He wanted to fight in the war, he wanted to achieve something great.
The Battle of Ankach was the most important battle of the expedition so far. He was only a lieutenant colonel and the commander of an infantry regiment. He had no chance of making achievements that could affect the entire battle. In fact, his troops were consumables on a battlefield of this level and would be quickly wiped out.
But even so, he wanted to join the war.
According to the Alliance's previous practice of recording merits, on a battlefield of this magnitude, as long as you fight on the front lines, every minute or even every second you persist in combat or in military missions is a merit.
It may sound a bit cruel to say this, but he is indeed willing to lead his troops to the most intense battlefield and win merit.
After all, as an officer, his survival rate is much higher than that of soldiers fighting on the front line.
The ideal situation is to be able to fight on the front line, and when a group of troops are wiped out, there will be a group of reserve troops in the rear to fill in his regiment. The regiment and the commander are permanent, but the soldiers are transient. In the end, if he can fight on the front line for a few days, the accumulated merits will be a considerable income for him.
In the Union Army, the promotion path is smooth, but not everyone can get promoted easily. If everything is just carried out step by step, he may be able to see the end of his life at a glance. Perhaps in the future, with accumulated qualifications, he can retire with the rank of colonel or major general, and in a position such as deputy division commander or deputy chief of staff of a division.
As for the general?
He was afraid there was no hope in his life.
But he wanted to be a general, very badly.
And this battle on Ankachi VIII was his rare opportunity.
But now, it's gone.
No matter how unwilling he was, he had no choice but to accept the order and board the returning transport ship.
It was not until he returned to a giant-bellied transport ship and heard a piece of news in the officers' club that his dejection turned into relief:
"On the surface battlefield, a regiment is destroyed every 3 minutes and 27 seconds on average. The death rate of officers below the rank of colonel is 68%. The most ordinary infantry regiment under a Class C division like yours is probably lagging behind the average."
Hearing this number, Bai Qiao remained silent and finally felt relieved.
(End of this chapter)
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