God is Coming

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With a screeching sound of brakes, the off-road vehicle stopped halfway.

Chu Jungui looked at the map of the battlefield situation, from which he could see that two troops were quickly outflanking him. A circle of encirclement gradually formed, and it was not concealed.

"You found me so soon?" The test subject and the boy stopped arguing, and the two consciousnesses merged into one.

At this time, the chip gave the latest conclusion: according to the operational efficiency and intelligence processing capabilities shown by the planetary guards in the past, there is a 40% probability that they will not discover Chu Jungui's disguised identity until a week later, and the other 60%. On the other hand, it is impossible to find out that there is one person behind many false identities.

It is impossible for intelligence processing capabilities to become more efficient overnight. Either someone leaked Chu Jungui's information, or a real master appeared.

Chu Jungui turned off the off-road vehicle's communication and positioning system, and switched to a passive mode that only receives signals. Since the other party found that there was a problem with Chu Jungui's identity, this off-road vehicle that kept sending signals was equivalent to reporting its location to the other party all the time.

After turning off the positioning system, Chu Jungui did not escape from the encirclement, but speeded up and galloped in depth.

Head-to-head results at the first two bases showed that the Defenders were vulnerable. Compared with the Starship Fleet, the Planetary Guard was already second-rate, and they were defenseless, so they would naturally collapse at the touch of a test subject.

Chu Jungui planned to hit the siege, weighing the opponent's weight.

In the far south, a large temporary camp seemed extremely busy. The two shuttle transport ships were inserted into the ground like nails, the hatches were wide open, and trucks streamed continuously, unloading various supplies from the transport ships.

The two officers hold the supply list in their hands and are handling the handover.

The older officer looked worried and said, "There are only two ships, and the vertical shuttle is not enough! What can the vertical shuttle hold?"

Another officer shrugged and said, "It's good to have two vertical shuttles. They were overtime and urgently repaired. For this batch of transport ships, a battleship was also dismantled. Do you expect to use landing craft to give you Shipping supplies?"

"Our loss is so serious?"

"Very bad."

The older officer looked more worried and lowered his voice, "Tell me, how bad is it?"

Seeing the vigilant eyes of the young officer, the older officer explained: "I have two sons who are also on the surface of this damned planet. If the day comes when I can't stand it, I have to find a way to send at least one of them back to orbit."

Another officer expressed his understanding and whispered: "We destroyed nearly 60% of the landing craft at one time, and lost 30% of the transport ships. But the most terrible thing is that the orbital base was attacked just two days ago, and the largest shipyard was repaired. The factory was blown up."

"How can it be?"

"The Fleet raided by the Federation was just for attention, and of course they did some damage, but the real reason the shipyard was destroyed was because someone planted a bomb on the power furnace."

"Where's the one who did it?"

"It's already finished with the shipyard. It's just that thousands of people died at that time, and it will take time to identify who is the real murderer. How is your side?"

"It's what you see. There are wounded everywhere. Look over there, there are all fighter planes and tanks that are too late to repair. I'm afraid they can only be thrown there and turned into scrap iron. By the way, there are also those weapon stations and turrets. Now most of them are just looking good, but the ammunition may only last for a day in real fighting. I have made several reports asking for additional ammunition, but there is nothing.”

The young officer kicked a packing box marked with food next to it, and said, "Because these things are more important, your people can't fight on an empty stomach, can they?"

"This is the 35th century, and you still have to worry about supplies. How is it different from the 18th century?"

"In the 18th century, supplies had to be transported from 100 kilometers away, and today's supplies have to be transported from 100 light-years away. So, you still have to worry about it."

"It makes sense."

The young officer closed the checklist and said, "I have to go. If you move quickly, you can see me again tonight."

The young officer returned to the shuttle, and then the hatch was closed, and the shuttle slowly lifted into the air, flying higher and higher, and finally disappeared out of the sky.

The older officer shook his head, boarded the car, and returned to camp.

In the space orbital base, a transport ship was launched from the repair shop and slid into the dock.

In the control room, an officer opened the warehouse map of the transport ship, preparing to distribute the list of materials that need to be shipped. The list in his hand is extremely long, and the top few pages are marked with red delay or urgency. He pulled up a manifest from his personal terminal and was about to put it into the cargo hold of the transport ship, but suddenly several manifests appeared and were directly inserted into the queue, almost filling up the entire transport compartment.

The officer was stunned, then looked around and found that no one else was present. He turned on the communication channel and asked, "Colonel, have you added a manifest to transport ship No. 875919?"

"of course not."

"Suddenly, several manifests came over, almost occupying all the space, but I couldn't find out who added them. You know, this is the area I am in charge of, and there has been a backlog of supplies for more than 10 ships."

"Wait for me to see."

The communication channel was silent for a moment before the colonel's voice sounded: "I can't find out either. The other party's authority far exceeds mine."

"You can't find it either? Doesn't that mean that the other party is at least the rank of lieutenant general?"

"Maybe, maybe not." The Colonel said meaningfully.

"These manifests, wait a minute, how come they are all freedom fighters?" the officer suddenly called out.

"Freedom fighter?"

"Two hundred freedom fighters, and their supplies and equipment," the officer added.

"Where are you going?"

"We are in charge of the forward base in the area. These guys who only have money in their eyes have found any opportunities to make money?" the officer sarcastically said.

"At least some ground troops can be increased." The colonel was not very opposed.

"Okay, that's it."

The officer angrily turned off the communication channel and confirmed the manifest. After the order was issued, the hatch of the transport ship opened slowly, and the tractor was ready, waiting for the arrival of the transported goods. Although the space orbital station is large in scale, the transportation system is highly developed, and the goods and personnel waiting for deployment will also arrive in the designated area in advance. Therefore, after the general order is confirmed, the loading and departure can be completed within a few minutes.

But this time, for some reason, ten minutes passed, and there was still no sign of the personnel and equipment scheduled to board the ship.

The officer encountered the same problem when he wanted to track the progress of the manifest, and the authority was not enough to track it. He shrugged and was not in a hurry. Anyway, the so-called freedom fighters were mercenaries, and mercenaries were notoriously unreliable.

At this moment, a rough voice suddenly sounded from the side: "There is still an empty ship here? Great, it happens that one ship can't fit it, come here, and put my cargo on this ship!"