One Thousand Two Hundred and Eight Haji

Harold adjusted his mechanical arm and complained to the comrades around him: "Aren't the marines human?"

"You didn't know that? The Marine Corps was not human before, but now we are interstellar paratroopers, so we can only be inhumane." A soldier complained helplessly.

Parked next to them is a Type 99 main battle tank... Who would have thought that today, when spaceships are flying all over the sky, the main battle weapons of the interstellar paratroopers are still such outdated equipment.

In fact, this is not bad, because on some planets of the Alan Hill Empire, the garrison troops are still using cheaper T-72 tanks, and even some places do not even have T-72 tanks.

There is no way, because the expansion of the Alan Hill Empire is so fast that many weapons and equipment are too late to be produced.

This is a strange era, so strange that it is possible to complete the transformation and development of a planet in one morning, and at the same time, the empire can only produce less than one spaceship.

Almost all production capacity has been allocated to the most urgently needed aspects, so some minor aspects have not had any substantive development in 3 years.

For example, many ground combat troops of the Ireland Hill Empire are still using UH-60 transport helicopters.

Who would have thought that it was these outdated ground equipment that accompanied the first batch of landing troops to Planet Hope 2.

Even, I heard that five A-10 attack aircraft were transported together, and they were used as ground support.

Anyway, as if it was a free gift of old things, the General Logistics Department of the Alan Hill Empire sent all the weird and weird rags it could find to the "front line".

"They don't even think about it. Sending these rags here may cost more shipping than making them." Harold's mechanical hand clenched its fist and then loosened its five fingers. It repeated several times until it stopped when it was satisfied. down.

The soldier sitting beside him shook his head and said with a smile: "They can't find anything serious either, and there is no good way."

The best equipment must be reserved for the main force stationed near Alan Siris, and then some will be sent to the border guards.

Anyway, for the current territory of the Alan Hill Empire, no amount of advanced weapons and equipment produced is enough.

This time, the confrontation on the front line was not fierce. Everyone knew that the opponent had only cold weapons and was in a state of bullying.

It is precisely because of this that the logistics department has allocated some unused weapons and equipment to the interstellar paratroopers participating in this operation.

"Okay, the landing site has been opened up. Those robots and demons who are not afraid of death have already acted on the surface of the planet. It's our turn." An officer quickly passed along the narrow aisle, reminding loudly own men.

They are the third batch of airborne troops, and it has been confirmed that the opponent has no defensive artillery fire, so the danger is close to zero.

Compared with the previous airborne troops, the third batch of them landed more like an exercise. The task is actually very simple. Arrive at the ground, put down the heavy weapons and equipment, and then...stand by on the spot.

"The detectors show that there is a strong magical atmosphere here, but the locals have not used these resources. It's a bit of a waste." A magician looked at the data display on his arm and said with disdain.

When he was speaking, the re-entry module they were in had already separated from the transport ship that transported them, and began to fall to the ground along the predetermined track.

With a slight jolt, the boosters had fired, and on their sides, some re-entry modules also began to descend.

...

On the ground, the vanguard of the town had already started fighting on the outskirts of the town. They encountered an infantry temporarily assembled by the Storm Empire.

These infantry were not as fast nor as large as cavalry. There were only more than 200 of them, and as soon as they assembled in the town, they encountered the puppet infantry who came to occupy the town.

The battle between the two sides was not too fierce, because the puppets were still relatively clumsy in this kind of street fighting. After losing more than 30 puppets, there were not many soldiers of the Storm Empire in the town left.

By the time the demon officer led the follow-up troops to the town, the puppet soldiers in the town had already started cleaning up.

Several soldiers carried weapons on their backs, carried the soldiers in armor who were killed, and threw them one after another on the square, making a thumping sound.

Although these soldiers who were killed had armor on their bodies, they were not very sophisticated. Apart from the armguards and the armor on their calves, they only wore plate armor on their chests.

Similar defensive equipment can only be regarded as the level of light infantry. Even the standard armor of the original demon servant army is much stronger than this.

"Sir! We wiped out 204 enemy troops, and we lost 37 puppet soldiers!" A puppet robot walked over, stood at attention and saluted, and then mechanically reported.

The demon officer returned a military salute, and then ordered: "Let the troops disperse and guard around the town! Take off the drone to keep scouting! Put up the antenna at a high place and connect to the communication with the landing site command!"

"It's all done! Sir!" The robot once again stood at attention and saluted, and replied mechanically.

On the roof of the tallest building, several puppet soldiers have erected huge communication antennas.

At a higher place, a drone is hovering in the air, maintaining due vigilance on the surroundings. The puppet army has also dispersed, and only about half of them remain in the town, controlling all intersections.

"There is no civilian resistance?" The demon glanced at the indigenous man standing beside him: "Haji! You go and bring some smarter people!"

"I... I'm not Haji... I, I have a name." The indigenous man seemed to want to argue, but his tone was as soft as cotton.

"Okay, Haji, you will be called Haji from now on." The demon officer didn't give the native man a chance to struggle at all, and he settled the matter with a casual sentence.

This is in line with his habits, because he would not discuss anything with a weak person before. What he decided, for the weak, there is only one choice to bear.

The translator quickly translated the words of the demon officer to the native man, so the man opened his mouth, wanting to say something more.

However, he looked at the puppet soldiers standing on his left and right sides, holding weapons, and finally changed his mind: "Okay... sir... as you wish."

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