207: The author is already a corpse.

The Boarding Shield utilized the same armor alloy used on the FG300, and the same went for the retractable covers.

Although they had indeed "slightly" shaved down the thickness,

Even with that reduction, this material science miracle—which wouldn't even have its paint scratched by the bow cannons of an eternal storm—was not something a few small-caliber electromagnetic rounds could hope to contend with.

After suffering seven casualties, Group C, led by Lang Ming, finally pushed the engagement zone outward by two corridors.

However, strangely enough, after clearing all hostile targets on-site and several patrol squads that seemed to have appeared by coincidence,

The special forces members, who were prepared for a fierce battle, never encountered the enemy reinforcements they had expected.

Everyone was on edge, thinking the opposition was preparing something big.

It wasn't until they received a communication from Captain Celius that they realized the enemy had actually dropped a massive load on them.

What was going on?

It was simple: the dispatching of soldiers within this node fortification was handled by a main command room.

Under normal circumstances, distress calls would be split into two here.

One would be broadcast on the regional public channel to summon nearby patrol squads for help,

While the other would be transmitted to the main command room, which would be responsible for dispatching space station Defense Force units for support.

As for now, the duty officers in the main command room had all expressed that they were already corpses.

Corpses don't talk.

That's right, Celius had already taken those six people and "infiltrated" the main command room here, successfully gaining control over the entire area—

Translated, that meant he had fought his way through with six people.

"Check their communication records and see if they called for reinforcements."

After firing three finishing shots into the last Consortium officer who looked relatively intact and risked coming back to life, Celius holstered his pistol and looked at one of the team members.

The person called upon walked to the communication console and tapped it a few times,

But the console before him didn't react at all; it just kept flashing blue light and occasionally made buzzing noises.

After ten seconds, the special forces member finally lost patience and slammed his fist onto it—

"Bang!!!"

"Device starting up, please do not disconnect the power."

"Estimated boot time remaining: 0:02:29."

Well, it hasn't even booted up yet.

"Rest in place, check your equipment."

Seeing this, Celius felt slightly relieved.

He looked at the screen still flashing blue, changing a magazine as he casually complained,

"Sometimes, I really wonder where these 'soldiers' of The Consortium get the courage to call themselves soldiers."

"Submissive toward foreign enemies, but heavy-handed against civilians; besides bullying the weak with their equipment, they're just insanely corrupt."

"With this level of quality, even slightly organized citizens would have more combat power than them, right?"

No one answered him; everyone just silently organized the equipment in their hands.

"Send a communication to Lang Ming and the others; we're holding our position here."

"Click!"

"Click!"

Seconds later, the only sounds left were those of loading bullets and inserting magazines... As it turned out, the one with the highest combat intensity was Group D, which was performing Boarding Actions on that transport starship.

Because that ship was carrying "tributes" to be transported back to the Galaxy Defense Force headquarters,

The Consortium soldiers equipped on it were considerably more elite—

Compared to the Lung Mist stationed in remote areas, most of these escort personnel had at least undergone proper training, and some of the guards were private soldiers raised by high-ranking officials.

The result was that although Group D did rely on fifty people to complete the control of hostages and the seizure of the Bridge,

They suffered over fifty percent casualties in the back-and-forth struggle, and those who remained alive were all injured.

Regardless, the vast majority of the rescue targets were already under the control of the special forces members,

Except for about three hundred people who were still in a missing status—

Group D only found out about this group after making contact with the hostages on the transport ship.

After a centralized processing, that group hadn't boarded this starship with them but had been taken away separately to an unknown location.

However, Group D was currently powerless to help; they could only report it and continue their back-and-forth struggle for the starship's corridors.

Time didn't pass quickly, but it didn't pass slowly either... slow... Mambo~

*Cough cough*, unknowingly, dozens of minutes passed,

The First Mobile Fleet, responsible for follow-up support, finally arrived at the battlefield.

When the aesthetic silver-white hull of the eternal storm emerged from the distorted void and a massive shadow loomed over the shell of that fortification,

When forty-five FG300s deployed in front of that starship which had already shut down its engines,

All the special forces members who received the communication finally breathed a long sigh of relief—

Finally, the nerve-wracking isolated battle was over... (My mind has been a mess lately, I don't know what to write)

(Wait for me to get my thoughts in order)