With a screech of brakes, the off-road vehicle stopped halfway.
Chu Jungui looked at the battlefield situation map, from which he could see two troops quickly outflanking him. A circle of encirclement gradually formed and was not concealed.
"You found me so soon?" The test subject and the boy stopped arguing, and their 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 Guard Force in the past, they have a 40% probability of discovering Chu Jungui’s disguised identity after a week, and the other 60%, It is impossible to discover that there is one person behind many false identities.
Intelligence processing capabilities cannot become efficient overnight. Either someone leaks Chu Jungui's information, or a real master appears.
Chu Jungui turned off the off-road vehicle's communication and positioning system and changed it to passive mode that only received signals. Since the other party discovered that there was something wrong with Chu Jungui's identity, this off-road vehicle that kept sending signals was equivalent to reporting its position to the other party at all times.
After turning off the positioning system, Chu Jungui did not escape the encirclement, but accelerated his speed and flew deeper.
The results of head-to-head encounters at the first two bases showed that the defending troops were vulnerable. Originally, the planetary guard force was already second-rate compared to the starship fleet, and they were unprepared, so they naturally collapsed when faced with the test subjects.
Chu Jungui planned to surround him and weigh his opponent's weight.
Far to the south, a large temporary camp looked extremely busy. Two shuttle transport ships were stuck in the ground like nails, with the hatches wide open and trucks flowing continuously, unloading various supplies from the transport ships.
The two officers held the supply list in their hands and were handling the handover.
The older officer had a worried look on his face and said: "There are just two ships and vertical shuttles, which are not enough! What can the vertical shuttles carry?"
Another officer shrugged and said: "It's good to have two vertical shuttles. They were repaired after working overtime. A warship was also dismantled for this batch of transport ships. Do you expect to use landing craft for you?" Delivering supplies?”
"Our losses are so serious?"
"Very bad."
The older officer became 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 damn planet. If the day comes when I can't stand it anymore, I have to find a way to send at least one back to orbit."
Another officer expressed understanding and whispered: "Nearly 60% of our landing craft were destroyed at one time, and 30% of the transport ships were lost. 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 Federation's raiding fleet only attracted attention. Of course they also caused some damage, but the real reason why the shipyard was destroyed was that someone planted a bomb on the power furnace."
"Where's the person who did it?"
"It was finished with the shipyard. But thousands of people died at that time, and it will take time to identify the real murderer. How are you doing here?"
"As you can see, there are wounded everywhere. Look over there. They are all fighter planes and tanks that have no time to be repaired. I'm afraid they can only be thrown there and become scrap metal. By the way, there are also those weapons stations and turrets. Now most of them just look good, but the ammunition can only last for a day if they are actually fired. I have made several reports asking for more ammunition, but there is nothing."
The young officer kicked a nearby packaging box marked with food and said, "Because these things are more important, your people can't fight on an empty stomach, right?"
"It's the 35th century, and you still have to worry about supplies. How is it any different from the 18th century?"
"Supplies in the 18th century had to be shipped from 100 kilometers away, and now supplies have to be shipped from 100 light-years away. So, you still have to worry."
"That makes sense."
The young officer closed the list and said, "I have to go. If you hurry up, you can see me again tonight."
The young officer returned to the shuttle, then the hatch closed, and the shuttle slowly took off, flying higher and higher, and finally disappeared beyond the sky.
The older officer shook his head, climbed into the car, and headed back to camp.
In the space orbital base, a transport ship was pushed out of the repair shop and slid into the dock.
In the control room, an officer opened the warehouse diagram of the transport ship and prepared to distribute a list of materials that needed to be shipped. The list in his hand was extremely long, and several of the top pages had red delay or emergency marks. He pulled up a cargo 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 the entire transport cabin.
The officer was stunned, then looked around and found that no one else was present. He opened the communication channel and asked: "Colonel, have you added a manifest to transport ship No. 875919?"
"of course not."
"Suddenly, several manifests came over, occupying almost all the slots, but I couldn't find out who added them. You know, this is the area I am responsible for, and there is already 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 it 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 a lieutenant general?"
"Maybe, maybe not." The colonel said meaningfully.
"These manifests, wait a minute, how come they are all freedom fighters?" the officer suddenly shouted.
"Freedom Fighters?"
"200 freedom fighters and their supplies and equipment," the officer added.
"Where to invest?"
"We are responsible for the forward base in the area. Have these guys who only have money in their eyes discovered any opportunities to make money?" the officer said sarcastically.
"At least we can increase some ground troops." The colonel was not very opposed.
"Okay, that's it."
The officer angrily closed the communication channel and confirmed the manifest. After the order was given, the hatch of the transport ship slowly opened and the tractor was ready, waiting for the cargo to arrive. Although the space orbital station is large in scale, the transportation system is highly developed. The goods and personnel waiting for deployment will also arrive at the designated area in advance to wait. Therefore, after the general order is confirmed, the shipment and departure can be completed within a few minutes.
But for some reason this time, a full ten minutes had passed and there was still no trace of the personnel and equipment scheduled to board the ship.
Officers who wanted to track the progress of the manifest encountered the same problem. They did not have enough authority 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 next to him: "Is there an empty ship here? Great, just one ship can't fit in it. Someone, please put my cargo on this ship!"
