Chapter 790 Night Patrol

The medium wave transmission has excellent directivity. If the signal plan of the 149th Division at this moment is made, it can be clearly seen that the transmission area of ​​the signal at this moment is a bunch of narrow fans, and the central part of the fan is the nearby 117th Division of the friendly army. , and the end of the fan happens to be the area covered by the frontier army of the Gaddo Empire on the map.

Unsurprisingly, this information was obtained by friendly forces, but the transmission did not stop because of this, but spread to a further distance.

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In the No. 62 Intelligence Battalion of the Gaddo Empire Frontier Army, hundreds of soldiers sitting in front of the light curtain are busy analyzing signals.

When the signal receiving equipment intercepted the signal from the Federation, these soldiers performed daily signal cracking work.

The ciphertext transmitted by the federation's radio waves is often changed, and the intensity of encryption and decryption work is escalating day by day. As long as the two sides confront each other for one day, the war in this virtual world will not stop.

When the intercepted information was connected to the ciphertext library, it didn't take long for the device to sound a Didi alarm.

Deciphered successfully?

Looking at the information displayed on the light curtain in surprise, the soldier hastily pressed the direct communication button with the officer.

A moment later, a lieutenant colonel wearing the blue uniform of the Gador Empire ran in. After reading the deciphered message, his face was cloudy and uncertain.

Why did the federation, which was already sending messages in seven-and-a-half-generation ciphertext, suddenly change to seven-generation ciphertext?

How authentic is the information accidentally intercepted by one's own side?

What kind of conspiracy is there in the Federation? Is it really planning to use the Fire Hills area as an entry point, or is it attracting the attention of its own side.

After a long time, the lieutenant colonel finally dialed the special line of the Imperial Frontier Army Headquarters.

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"This is a night patrol, wear a helmet, it will be too painful if you are taken away by stray bullets." The bench chattered to Mu Fan.

It can be said that every soldier of the 27th Infantry Company has several positions. At least the corporal code-named "bench" belongs to both the mechanical soldier and the scout.

It is already a miracle that this infantry company successfully defended a war zone of more than 20 square kilometers with less than a hundred people.

After Mu Fan repeatedly stated that the huge marching backpack would not slow down his speed, he was allowed to patrol with heavy loads.

At this moment, he was extremely awkwardly wearing a heavy-duty tactical helmet that focused on defense, holding a half-body explosion-proof shield in his hand, carefully hanging at the end of the line, and in front of him was the bench that served as a short-term teacher.

After the last self-check before the night patrol mission, the seven-member team finally set off successfully.

The night of planet E75 comes much faster than that of Landu star. According to the bench, two-thirds of the day here is in the dark.

Moreover, the night was especially cold. In Mu Fan's eyes, the six soldiers in front had all changed into thick marching uniforms, and all of them turned on the night vision devices on their tactical helmets.

No one noticed that Mu Fan at the back of the team did not turn on the night vision device, but directly exposed his eyes.

Walking on the rugged mountain road with one foot deep and the other shallow, in Mu Fan's eyes, these people were all laughing and joking before wearing the equipment. But when they started to carry out the night patrol mission, they all seemed to be different people, including the talkative bench, who only pointed out a few words to Mu Fan at some key places.

This feeling of sneaking in the silent night made Mu Fan seem to have returned to the days when he was on Lorga.

"Roar~ Roar ~"

Suddenly a strange cry sounded from the rock formation in front, Mu Fan tensed his body subconsciously, and raised the shield in his hand unnaturally.

As if feeling the movement behind him, the bench standing in front of Mu Fan immediately turned around and whispered, "Don't be nervous, this sound is a unique rock formation cavity in the Fire Hills area, indicating that the area in front of you is a hollow deep underground ditch. You must be careful. We don’t know how deep it is below, anyway, people who fall will never return. You will follow closely later, and don’t slip down.”

The night patrol team that stayed for a while began to line up carefully. During this period, Mu Fan deliberately kicked down a stone, and rolled it down the smooth stone wall to the bottom of the rock formation. After hearing a few ding-dong crashes, there was no sound...

The depth may have exceeded 100 meters.

After following the team around this area, Mu Fan's field of vision suddenly disappeared.

Now they still turned over the shadowy side of the hilly area, and what appeared in front of them was a flat valley, and on the other side of the valley were still rolling hills.

With Mu Fan's excellent eyesight, he could clearly see the bomb craters all over the so-called flat valley.

The teammates got down quietly, and Mu Fan followed suit on the warm rock and flint. The sergeant leading the team took out a high-power infrared telescope, breathed out the cold air from the gap in the windproof mask, looked at the opposite side cautiously and carefully, and began to adjust Scale on the eyepiece.

"What's the matter, is there any problem on the other side?"

"That's the winger's defensive area. It's a routine task to observe their defense changes every day." The bench said in a low voice, and then noticed the abnormality on Mu Fan's face, and asked in surprise: "Have you not turned on the night vision device all this time?" ?”

Mu Fan nodded: "I can see very well at night, but it's inconvenient to wear night vision goggles."

Hearing Mu Fan's words, the bench quietly gave a thumbs up.

The Galaxy Federation spans such a large territory, and capable people and strange men emerge in endlessly. In his opinion, Mu Fan's ability is even better than the strength of the hand-to-hand exoskeleton armor.

Mu Fan didn't continue on this topic, but squinted his eyes and looked at the other side and asked, "How can you see the defense on the other side in this situation?"

Hearing Mu Fan's question, the sergeant stopped to watch, looked at Mu Fan with a grin and said, "From this point of view, the winger army has a unified command, unlike ours where multiple divisions are not controlled by each other. .So their treatment is better than ours. This place is very cold at night. We are here in the fire hill area, but the opposite is not. It is just an ordinary hill area without rocks and flints for heating. So just observe the individual abnormal temperature areas in the eyepiece , that is the opponent's garrison area."

boom!

Suddenly, the rock in front of the sergeant exploded into pieces.

The sergeant immediately shrunk his neck and buried himself behind the rock, cursing in a low voice: "These lingering night herons, recruits over there, lower your body, lift your shield a little, and pay attention to the angle of inclination."

Hearing that he didn't know what the sergeant meant, Mu Fan still followed suit.

The shield was just exposed for a moment, when it exploded with a loud bang, and because the shield was tilted at 45 degrees, the bullet bounced off directly.

Mu Fan's arm didn't move at all.

This surprised the sergeant, and said in amazement, "Yes, boy, Yelu's sniper rifle is very powerful. Even if the distance should be more than four kilometers, the kinetic energy can knock an adult back."

Mu Fan grinned and didn't speak, but the bench explained in a low voice that this recruit was really strong.

"Let's go, Yelu has discovered our location, and we're going to investigate in another place. Just now, I saw that the other party's temperature anomaly seems to be much higher than the previous two times. Has the opposite side stepped up night patrol?"

Frowning and muttering something, the sergeant waved his hand, indicating to follow, and then the group bent down and began to transfer.

During the transfer process quietly holding his breath, the bench told Mu Fan that "Night Heron" is a collective name for the reconnaissance snipers of the winger army.

When he reached a raised rock, the captain of the sergeant observed quietly again and then retracted, "There is indeed something wrong with the defense on the opposite side. It seems to have increased by about one-tenth. I will report to the major when I go back."