Chapter 597, Give Me a Quick Death

Grete is a person who can feel the unbearableness of the New World Torch more.

After all, she and her sisters have been fighting with the New World Torch and the Fury for more than half a year on this planet. To be honest, there is indeed a difference in the abilities of these two regiments. It is obviously easier to fight the New World Torch than the Fury.

But it is an indirect comparison after all. If you really want to be sure, you still have to let the two regiments collide.

As a result, the New World Torch was broken at the first touch.

Even with orbital fire support, it was beaten into this state...

After she led the team to fight, she was not satisfied with the performance of these Space Marines.

Putting aside the strength level, she clearly felt that the fighting will of this group of people was also quite weak.

It was not like the appearance of the "Angel of Death" in her impression.

No wonder they betrayed twice and became slaves of three surnames.

She really looked down on these Space Marines with orange-red upper body and brass lower body.

Fortunately, she did not expect them to be a big help in this battle.

This wave of troops sent in total has 1,200 people. All the Holy Lilies are here, with 200 Honor Guards.

With such a force, coupled with the weak New World Torch, which lacks fighting spirit and strength, it still does not have the ability to confront the Fury Corps head-on.

Moreover, when the two sides fight at close range, especially when they get into close combat, the support provided by the orbital bombing becomes very weak. Without ground guidance, orbital firepower can hardly achieve accurate strikes, and the strike force against the enemy's long-range firepower will be weakened. As for close-range combat, it can't bomb its own people.

However, the Air Force is better in this regard, and the machine guns can aim and shoot.

The fifty wind falcons and unicorns in the air can provide great help.

What's more, Grit doesn't just expect to destroy the Fury with the little power at hand.

What she has to do is still the same as what the New World Torch did before: firmly contain the Fury here.

After much difficulty, Fury gathered most of its forces, and was caught. It must take this opportunity to solve the problem in one fell swoop.

If they can be surrounded and eliminated head-on, the cost must be lower than fighting an asymmetric war with them and being harassed constantly.

But it seems that Paulitos is a sober person. He can realize that if they continue to fight, they will be doomed. The entire Fury regiment looks like it is going to evacuate in all directions.

How could Grit give him a chance?

As long as they delay for another ten minutes, about two thousand Glory Guards will arrive by fighter plane;

Twenty minutes later, this number will become four thousand.

Thirty minutes later, the airborne troops will fall from orbit. The rear admiral promised that the first batch of troops will not be less than 10,000, and all of them are elite and equipped with exoskeleton armor;

An hour later, four Alliance Army divisions, two special brigades, a total of 170,000 people, will be able to complete the encirclement of the mountainous area. Armored divisions and infantry divisions will be stationed everywhere, digging trenches to ensure that this place is locked; firepower will be set up and respond to firepower support requests in the mountains at any time, and shells will be fiercely smashed in; light infantry and special brigades of each division will enter the mountains to participate in the battle to annihilate the Space Marines...

By then, the encirclement will be completed.

Going deeper, the Alliance's army is already moving in the wider mountain area surrounding this mountain area. From cities to fortresses to military camps... Millions of troops are deployed here.

The Fury Corps can't fly away.

Now is the last window of opportunity, and Paulitus can't run away!

Even though there are still many Furys alive now, Grit gritted his teeth and led the team in person to launch a pursuit, and he must bite these Furys!

There are results.

She significantly slowed down the Fury's retreat.

However, this also led to a wave of crazy counterattacks.

But this also led to a counterattack from the Fury, and their counterattack was so fierce and fierce.

Individual anti-aircraft missiles were fired from behind several boulders. These Fury Warriors were very calm and accurate.

The fighters were at low altitude to carry out ground support missions. At this moment, they looked more like armed helicopters. Caught off guard, more than a dozen of them were bombed down in an instant.

The air cover was suddenly reduced.

The remaining fighters were also frightened and increased their altitude and speed, and hesitated for a while.

At this moment, at least hundreds of Furys rushed out from all directions and corners in front of Grit.

At a very close distance, whether it was Space Marines, Battle Sisters, or Glory Guards, their shooting accuracy could be improved to an extremely exaggerated level.

Bombs flew wildly, and plasma beams were mixed in them. In an instant, many people fell down.

The next moment, the distance between the two sides was even closer to close combat.

The chainsaw swords and combat blades in the hands of the Fury Warriors collided with the Battle Sisters, and instantly occupied a particularly large advantage.

The physical difference between the two sides is very obvious. Although the battle sisters are all carefully selected mortal elites, their height can generally reach more than 1.8 meters. For mortal women, this is already very tall.

But every Fury Warrior standing in front of them is like a little giant.

This is only the physical difference in appearance. If it is the real body, the Space Marines with superhuman organs are even more irresistible to the battle sisters.

Their power armor is different.

The only advantage of the battle sisters is their faith.

This faith is not illusory. They sang songs of praise to the Emperor, so the Emperor's power was really bestowed on them, making them fearless and full of power.

Even their luck would get better, and from time to time, the fatal blade that was originally going to chop off their heads would just pass by their ears.

However, through blessing, the gap between the two sides could only be slightly narrowed, but the essence could not be changed.

In the fierce collision, even though the battle sisters and the glory guards had an absolute numerical advantage, the number of people who died instantly was still far higher than the opponent.

If ten Furys fell, 100 or even 200 elite warriors of the Alliance might have to pay for their lives.

Grit also expected this.

If Furys were forced into a corner, they would of course bite back.

The current head-on collision was actually disadvantageous to the elites of the Alliance.

She immediately ordered to shrink the team and focus on defense, so that the nuns and guards could gather together as much as possible, take care of each other, and attack at the same time as much as possible, instead of facing the enemy alone.

In this way, it was indeed difficult for the battle nuns and the glory guards to chase, and those angry flames also left after knocking the opponent stunned with one blow, wanting to withdraw.

However, it delayed their time.

What's more, after reorganizing the team, Gorrit was still able to lead people to chase.

One chase and one run, one counterattack and one defense, one retreat and one chase...

At the cost of about four hundred elite lives, Gorrit bit very hard.

Especially when Gorrit shouted again and again, Wang Mengsong came up with his New World Torch, it was even more so.

Although their morale was low and they were dawdling, they were also more than two hundred Space Marines.

And the first backup she was waiting for came soon.

Two thousand glory guards followed.

These warriors, who were wearing feedback power armor and were absolutely elite among mortals, were no match for the Space Marines, but when they landed from fighter planes on the route of Fury's escape, the effect they brought was still quite deadly.

Fury had to gather its troops to defeat these Glory Guards, instead of escaping in a scattered manner as it did now.

And no matter what they did, it would take a long time to defeat or even kill so many Glory Guards.

As long as they were not killed, the next batch of Glory Guards would arrive soon.

Paulitus had no expression on his face, but his forehead was already covered with cold sweat.

He was still trying his best to command the team. Under his command, the surviving Fury warriors sometimes completely separated and disappeared, and sometimes gathered in a small team of dozens of people for a short time, targeting the pursuit of the Battle Sisters or the interception of the Glory Guards, and then fled after breaking the gap...

However, the more they fought, the more desperate he felt.

The entire regiment seemed to have stepped into a quagmire. They had already done their best to deal with it, but the accumulated mud was still becoming more and more viscous.

They had difficulty getting out.

The previous bombing had cost them hundreds of lives, disrupting their plan to annihilate the New World Torch, and many of the remaining people were injured. Now in the confrontation with the increasing number of Battle Sisters and Glory Guards, they killed many people, but their own numbers were also decreasing.

The more they fought like this, the more doomed they would be.

What to do?

Paulitos thought of many ways and decisively let the team execute them.

All of his ways were right and could improve the current situation; but overall, it still couldn't prevent the entire war group from getting deeper and deeper.

This was especially true when those ordinary mortal armies also poured into the mountains.

The Furies even had difficulty finding a place to hide.

As his breathing became heavier, Paulitos' eyes gradually began to fill with blood.

After kicking down another silver-haired battle sister, the power sword smashed the helmet, twisting the beautiful but now terrified face into a ball of bloody rotten flesh, and many of them floated onto the armor, Paulitus was completely unwilling to think.

He roared to the sky, turned around and charged.

Inside his helmet, the tactical panel marked the position of a person.

That was Sister Grit.

Paulitus knew that she was the supreme commander of the alliance's strategy to wipe out their Fury in Fantasy Moon.

He was going to kill her!

Would killing Grit solve Fury's current problem?

I'm afraid not. Although she is the supreme commander, the alliance is not green! There is no problem that the entire legion will lose its organization once the big boss dies.

If Grit is killed, there will be a successor at the next level according to the regulations to take over the command, and continue to encircle and suppress Fury in this mountainous area according to the established strategy.

The Alliance will never give up this time if Fury is not surrounded and killed.

But Paulitus had completely stopped thinking about these things.

He even gave up commanding the entire team.

At this moment, he just wanted to twist off the head of the Battle Sister!

As he roared and charged, more than a dozen guards who had been following him also roared and followed.

Grit immediately discovered that a team was rushing against the current towards her.

They came very quickly, and the elite Alliance squad they encountered in the middle was like paper, and was chopped to death one after another; two of the three wind falcons that flew over in the sky to support and take a look at the specific situation were shot down, and the remaining one kept its tail between its legs and pulled its speed to more than Mach 2 before running away.

But it still passed the message to Grit, telling the head sister that it seemed to be the commander of the Wrath of Flame.

Decapitation tactics? Want to behead me?

Grit made such a judgment immediately.

She was eager to try.

Ordinary combat sisters could not beat the Space Marines, but she felt that she could fight, even if it was the so-called champion of the regiment, she wanted to try.

But then, she suppressed this thought.

If she was just a warrior, she would not mind a fight to the death with a commander of the regiment. If she died, she would die, and if she won, it would be a great honor.

But she was still the commander.

She was responsible for the entire battle. The glory of a warrior was not as important as a more secure victory.

So, she reported the coordinates to the communication with the Sky Navy, which had been connected, and called for one "Sky-Splitting Axe" and three "Scalpels".

Afterwards, she not only did not ask all the Alliance soldiers near the coordinates to evacuate, but asked them to do their best to engage and block.

Needless to say, the power and coverage of the Sky-Splitting Axe, with precise coordinates and blocking, Paulitus, who rushed recklessly, would definitely be hit.

Even if he didn't hit, the three "Scalpels" that fell later would also blow up the surroundings again.

As for the Alliance soldiers who fought against Paulitus and his guards... there was no way out.

But this is war.

Grit is not a cold-blooded person on weekdays. She still maintains the habits of a nun, participates in the missionary work of the Sisters, helps the suffering, and participates in free medical consultations.

It's not that she doesn't value the lives of others.

Not to mention, among the Alliance elites killed in the explosion, there are also her combat sisters.

However, what is more important to her at this moment is the identity of a commander. Compared with the cost of more than a hundred casualties, it is obviously much more important to eliminate a regiment commander and his guards.

If they didn't bomb, perhaps Paulitos and his guards could kill thousands of people and finally escape.

At this moment, Paulitos's insanity was exposed, giving a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for precision bombing, so of course we have to use it.

However, this trick can't be used all the time.

Even from the most utilitarian point of view, it can be covered up with various explanations once in a while, but if it is used too many times, the constant sacrifice of our own soldiers who are always used as human bombing coordinates will make the living people shaken.

It is different to die in glory and to be used as bait and then killed by your own people.

Grit must consider the problem of military morale.

But it is enough to use it once, and the value has exceeded the limit.

Afterwards, she personally led the team to check the bombing site.

She was surprised to find that Paulitos was still alive!

He was left with only a head, a chest, and half of his body with one hand, but he could still move, and his eyes could still stare at him fiercely.

According to his position, he probably avoided the center of the explosion when the Sky-Splitting Axe landed, and then was blown away by the shock wave. Then the scalpel fell to a relatively close position, blowing off one of his hands and the entire lower body.

Grit did not try to provide on-site medical treatment or capture him, but gave him a quick death.