Chapter 67 Friendly Forces Always Arrive at the Last Minute

Amber actually thought that Major Randall and Tom were both killed at first.

After all, the plasma bomb thrown by the ‘Fanatics’ seemed to cover the area where they were.

So after sensing the signs of life in that area, Amber was also stunned.

It seems that these two people are made of iron?

But no matter what, Major Randall and Tom didn’t even wear exoskeletons, and directly carried the individual anti-vehicle missile launcher in their bodies to create opportunities for themselves. Amber must have remembered this favor in her heart.

Now that she has sensed the signs of life, she naturally has to take a look.

Because she was worried about being sniped by long-range electromagnetic cannons again, Amber turned on the optical stealth and rushed almost close to the fire.

When he rushed to the position where the two were swallowed by the plasma bomb, he found that the two people were not just a little bit lucky.

Such a small forest actually ‘developed’ a small deep pit at their location, and there was a little water in it that just covered their chests.

Obviously, the two people just jumped into the pit after seeing the ‘Fanatics’ turn towards them.

Several plasma bombs that flew over later also avoided the deep pit and did not roll in to boil the water.

At this moment, Randall and Tom were floating upright on the water, as if they were stunned.

"What kind of European emperor is this."

Amber couldn't help but complain while jumping into the deep pit that was less than four meters high, and then she felt a smell of corruption in her nose.

Obviously, the pit was full of dead water, and the accumulation and decay of fallen leaves made the smell really unpleasant.

"Hey, Major! Wake up!"

Amber patted Randall's face, but although the latter hummed a few times, he still showed no signs of waking up.

He then patted Tom's face a few more times, and got the same "response".

"No, are all your navy people like this?"

Amber simply checked the two people's conditions. It seemed that they had no external injuries, but were stunned by the shock wave generated by the plasma bomb explosion at close range.

Just as he was about to control his psychic power to carry the two people out of the deep pit.

Amber saw the throat microphone and headphones that Randall was wearing.

Considering that her communication equipment had been destroyed in the previous psychic shock, Amber took off these two things and put them on her head.

At the same time, she found Randall's individual terminal.

After Randall began to follow them, Amber had temporarily connected his navy version of the individual terminal to the company-level tactical network.

Although it only had the most basic communication and tactical map permissions, it was enough to use.

After Lilith forcibly unlocked the terminal's protective lock and slightly debugged it, Amber immediately began to call the communication relay vehicle.

"'Scepter' calls vehicle No. 5, please reply if received."

After Amber called several times in a row, the other end of the communication finally responded.

"Car No. 5 received! 'Scepter' your communication identification code is 'alien', are you together?"

"Yes, I just found them. Sending a temporary command verification code now."

In order to regain command authority, Amber sent a temporary command verification code through Randall's personal terminal.

His own personal terminal was also damaged in the psychic shock just now.

Although the storage module seemed to be fine, it also prevented him from using other functions for a while.

As the temporary command verification code passed the verification, Amber also reactivated the command module on this personal terminal.

Although Major Randall and his navy-type terminal were indeed relatively simple in terms of land warfare, they were enough for Amber to use temporarily.

Soon, the communication command vehicle also issued a tactical retreat as the current highest combat order according to Amber's instructions.

After all, the follow-up troops of the empire have already arrived. If others want to retreat, they have to run away while the forest fire has not been completely extinguished.

"Calling the 'scepter', we have received a friendly communication request, do you want to transfer it?"

Friendly?

Hearing the news from the communication vehicle, Amber immediately thought of the friendly drone he had seen before. He guessed that this friendly force was probably the main force led by Lieutenant Colonel Dallas.

"You can transfer it, enable the encrypted channel."

Soon, the communication relay vehicle transferred the friendly communication request to Amber's terminal.

"Calling friendly forces in the nearby area, this is the temporary 83rd Composite Brigade. Our unit has detected that a large number of imperial troops are maneuvering to encircle you. It is recommended that you break out to the southwest and join us immediately."

The one who sent the communication was a brigade-level unit, which was the main force of the breakout led by Lieutenant Colonel Dallas.

"This is the D Platoon of the 2nd Mobile Infantry Company under the 179th Composite Battalion. We have received the suggestion and are ready to break out."

Since friendly forces are coming to support, Amber naturally has nothing to be unhappy about.

After thinking about the current state of the troops and the estimated time it takes to break out, Amber continued to say in the communication channel with a try-it mentality:

"Calling the brigade headquarters, my platoon is currently suffering heavy losses and many wounded, which seriously affects the speed of the breakout. I request the brigade headquarters to provide fire support to cover the breakout."

The brigade's signalman obviously didn't expect Amber to suddenly ask for fire support, and was stuck for a while.

"Um, received, please wait."

The signalman quickly reported Amber's request for fire support. Lieutenant Colonel Dallas, who was staring at the map with several tactical staff officers in the brigade command vehicle, turned to a staff officer beside him after seeing the request for fire support:

"Wolf, can our current long-range fire strike unit provide support?"

"Sir, the fire strike unit that retreated with us has a self-propelled artillery battalion and two "Stegosaurus" rocket launchers."

"Then let them prepare for fire support. I approve it. The survival of this friendly force is related to our subsequent plans."

"Yes, sir!"

When the signalman told Amber that the brigade agreed to provide fire support, the latter was overjoyed and chose the long-range rocket attack without hesitation.

After all, he was not a full-time fire observer and was not so skilled in guiding the self-propelled artillery to shoot.

Rockets are much more convenient. For this kind of area-killing weapon, Amber only needs to tell the specific attack area and let them cover the shooting.

The guidance module in the rocket warhead will help correct the landing point during flight. Even if the satellite navigation is no longer effective, other navigation methods can still keep the error within a completely acceptable range.

So in an emergency, even calibration can be avoided.

Soon, the brigade signalman transferred Amber's communication to the brigade's firepower command center.

In the main force that had arrived 90 kilometers away from Amber's location, two "Stegosaurus" rocket launchers and their attached ammunition loading vehicles also drove to an open space suitable for attack, and then slowly raised the 30-tube rocket launcher at the rear.