72: Then let's take them down.

A handsome guy tipped a massive update (2S38 drift), but I really don't have time to add an extra chapter for him, so I'll owe it for now.

(Currently owe 3 chapters)

[ "Bang——!!!" ]

Silence, more powerful than sound.

Until that flash of light pierced the armor behind him, shot into his chest, and then penetrated out through the chest armor in front, the supervisor finally realized what had happened.

However——it was too late.

He looked in disbelief at the trembling slave, and the thing in his hand——that gun.

That was a [Loyalty-Type 2] anti-materiel Electromagnetic Rifle produced by The Consortium, which could basically penetrate all mainstream active-duty Exoskeleton, just like this.

"A riot has broken out in Maintenance Zone 2!"

"Close the bulkhead doors!"

"Eliminate all Amnesty Soldiers in the involved area!"

After struggling to broadcast an announcement on the public channel, under the not-yet-completely-lost artificial gravity, the figure wearing powered armor collapsed.

But rising up afterwards were countless surprised guys wearing protective suits——although their education level wasn't high, it was very clear that these Amnesty Soldiers knew very well that the area they were in was Maintenance Zone 2!

"He killed that big iron man!"

Suddenly, someone pointed at 9527 and said over the regional channel.

Immediately, everyone's gaze turned to 9527.

Being stared at, 9527 trembled even more violently.

"That..."

"Did those iron men just say they wanted to eliminate all of us?"

Another voice rang out, "Seems like it..."

"What do we do?"

"Those damn iron men! What Amnesty Soldiers, they're just using us as slaves!"

"Screw this, I was busy making babies at home, and I got dragged out and forced here, told to be loyal to some piece-of-shit Marshal?"

Immediately, curses rang out one after another on the regional channel, until——

"By the way, did that thing in what's-his-name's hand just blast that iron man to death?"

A smart-ass pointed at 9527 and said.

"Looks like it, yeah!"

"That iron man still has one in his hand!"

"Mine!"

"Wait! I've worked with this thing! I reckon I can build one!"

The crowd erupted into a chaotic scramble, and then the arguing became even louder.

As more and more experts appeared on the channel.

Eventually, everyone seemed to reach a consensus——since those big iron men were going to screw them, then they would go and screw those big iron men!

WAAAAAAAAAAGH！！！！

These servitors of the space station, they weren't good at other things, but when it came to tinkering with machinery, it was as simple as eating and drinking.

Soon, the metal pipes, power transmission devices, metal wires, and those deformed metal sheets that everyone picked up turned into all sorts of strange rifles and crooked bullets.

(As everyone knows, Electromagnetic Rifles don't have high requirements for the shape of the projectile; theoretically, as long as it's metal, it can be fired)

"Screw them!!!!"

"WAAAAAAAGH!!!!"

After extremely rough preparations, all the Amnesty Soldiers in this area, shouting strangely, rushed towards the bulkhead door they had entered through.

At the bulkhead entrance, the 5 Marines and 30 newly conscripted auxiliaries who had been urgently deployed were preparing to set up a blockade.

——There was no choice; the combat-capable Marines had basically all participated in the Boarding Actions, and these few people were just supervisors pulled from other areas.

When the first guy who ran the fastest rushed out of the bulkhead, the few people looked at each other——no one expected that the exchange of fire would start in such a sloppy way:

While the people outside the door were still stunned, the smart ones had already learned to shoot first——the guy who rushed out was only stunned for a moment before aiming the contraption he had cobbled together from a battery, a steel rod, and metal wires at the defense line that hadn't been fully set up yet.

An irregularly shaped piece of metal flew out of the barrel and smashed hard against a suit of powered armor, leaving a dent.

Both sides were briefly silent, and then a large number of Amnesty Soldiers rushed out.

——Since they were going to die anyway, might as well fight these bastards before dying!

Holding this thought, they charged forward fearlessly.

No matter how much the remote control for the shock collars was pressed, it remained disconnected. (night lamp: Hehe?)

The five soldiers wearing powered armor were soon submerged in the tide of thousands of angry people.

... ...

"This flight has reached its destination!"

"We will be launched in ten seconds!"

"The rest of the way, leave it to luck, leave it to you!"

"You just need to remember!!"

"No matter where you are!!"

"When you don't know what to do!!"

"Then charge!!!!"

"For the Marshal!!!!"

The voice of the Political Commissar resonated in the headsets, and the Marines who had already boarded the landing pods were high in fighting spirit, shouting their replies loudly.

Facing the hail of bullets, those 8 landing ships launched the landing crafts one by one, and then, like trout swimming upstream to burn out their lives, fell into eternal silence.

The extreme speed of the landing pods was obtained after sacrificing almost all their armor——many landing pods were riddled with holes by anti-aircraft fire while still in mid-air.

The thousand-meter distance passed in a flash, and about one-third of the landing pods slammed hard into the CAS066, numbered 01.

The cutters at the end bit fiercely into the hull, connecting the landing pods to the Warship.

"Prepare for combat!"

Releasing the controls and protective measures on the seats, the 20 Marines in one landing pod stood up immediately, forming a combat formation.

Behind the bulkhead door was the Marine Corps wearing dark green powered armor.

"Fire!"

"Take cover!"

"Counterattack! Counterattack!"

Iron and fire intertwined, and hot blood splashed onto the ground.

For the control of the CAS066, both sides engaged in an incredibly fierce struggle——shootouts, hand-to-hand combat, every conceivable method was staged over and over again, but the Cosmic Army that had boarded could not push the front line forward even an inch no matter what.

One hour later——it was finally over.

Xi Hai stood on the Bridge, looking at the countless space debris floating before him, silently sighing in his heart——an hour ago, they were still a menacing enemy fleet.

Although both sides were in completely hostile camps, Xi Hai had to admire the courage of those people——so, he paid the highest respect to these enemies——extermination.

When the last enemy Marine fell to the ground, there was no trace of the enemy left in the airspace.

He looked at the space station opposite; the command post there had been quiet for a long time. Perhaps they were at their wit's end?

So, he waved his hand and ordered: "Advance!"

"Occupy the enemy space station!"

"Wait!!"

Suddenly, a shout came from the communication console, "fleet over there!"

"The space station has changed hands!"

"We surrender unconditionally!"

The words, mixed with electronic noise and dialect, said so.

(The End)