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Captain took a deep breath and finally said:
"I wish all you warriors good luck in battle and may we be victorious! We will return to this land we all deeply love undefeated. May the Galactic Federation always be strong, and may we always be free!"
"Victory in every battle! Victory in every battle!" The soldiers repeated Captain's words loudly, raising their weapons with unwavering conviction.
Captain Damian smiled as he walked down from the command platform. He knew his soldiers were ready, all fighting for the same purpose - to protect their homeland and defend freedom.
Everything is ready, and everyone is waiting for the moment to come - the "Great Cleanup" is about to begin.
As the "Great Cleanup" action is about to start with only one minute left, this planet, covered with red soil and sand, is like a taut string, on the verge of breaking. Silence and tension envelop every corner, as if about to engulf everything. However, within this oppressive silence, there is also a sense of eager anticipation.
The soldiers are all standing in their positions, tightly gripping their weapons with serious expressions. Their equipment is neat and uniform, but the emotions in their eyes are different: some appear restless, while others have a determined gaze, fully dedicated to the upcoming battle.
Heavy vehicles and tanks are already in position, their engines emitting a deep and deafening roar, as if mocking the fragility of the Insect tribe and warning of the impending violence. These mechanical beasts, while awaiting orders, also seem to be flexing their muscles and displaying their power.
At that moment, Leo raised the tactical visor on his helmet. The HUD panel immediately lit up, and a small artificial intelligence chip presented the surrounding environment, potential enemy positions, and various tactical information clearly in his field of vision.
"Warning: Heart rate too high. Do you require a sedative injection?" the artificial intelligence's voice suddenly sounded.
"No need," Leo replied curtly.
He could feel that not only himself, but everyone around him, had found a kind of balance in this final tense moment—a tense and intense balance that allowed people to find a strange peace even on the battlefield of life and death.
Time seemed to stretch out, with each second feeling unusually long, and every small sound amplified several times over. In that moment, everyone felt their heartbeat inseparable from every inch of land and every grain of sand on this planet.
Finally, the last second passed, and a loud noise shattered the almost frozen oppressive feeling.
"The big cleanup," officially begins.
Captain Damian stood at the command post, his face pale but his eyes burning with determination and excitement. He suddenly pointed forward, a firm smile on his lips, and shouted loudly, "Battle stations, move out!"
His voice was like a bomb exploding in the soldiers' hearts. In that moment, the entire unit suddenly woke up, like a fierce tiger bursting out of its cage, wild and swiftly charging forward. The roar of the vehicle engines grew louder, and the tanks began to move like steel behemoths. The soldiers seemed infused with boundless strength, instantly rushing to their respective positions.
At this moment, the entire battlefield seemed to boil over. It was filled with the mechanical roar, the sharp sound of tires rubbing against the ground, and the furious commands of the sergeant. These sounds intertwined to form the most sincere symphony of the battlefield, depicting the impending tension and excitement, as well as foreshadowing the possibility of life and death.
Everyone knows that this is a battle with no turning back, but precisely because of this, they all appear more determined and brave. Even in the face of an unknown fate and possible dire straits, they show no hesitation or retreat, but instead hold onto a belief of "invincible in battle," advancing without looking back.
The footsteps of the platoon cut through the drifting red sand in the air, reaching a group of patrolling Xyphos Insect tribe. Seeing the enemy's restlessness, the platoon leader shouted without hesitation, "Open fire!" In an instant, the fire blazed, and the dense artillery and bullets, like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, cut through the air, leaving intimidating trails in different directions.
"The 'Hellfire' firepower broke the silence of the battlefield, their firepower was like a brilliant lightning, instantly cutting through the deep darkness. A heavy cannon sound echoed in the air, followed by a rapid machine gun fire, shaking the hearts of men.
The soldiers fired bullets at the Insect tribe while quickly seeking cover. Their movements were extremely coordinated, each action was rigorously trained, demonstrating a high level of professionalism. At the same time, the combat sappers were also not to be outdone, quickly activating their digging devices. The powerful mechanical arms were like a huge iron hammer, rapidly excavating the ground, revealing a newly dug trench."
Afterwards, the sappers solidified the trench with inflatable barriers, barbed wire, and landmines, forming a temporary but sturdy defensive fortification.
In the rear, the heavy tank stood like a mobile fortress, imposingly positioned behind the platoon. Its gun barrel pointed forward like a huge pupil, ready to launch highly destructive shells at a critical moment. Inside the tank, soldiers tightly gripped the controls, their eyes fixed on the multifunction display screen, ready to react at the slightest sign of trouble.
As time passed, machine gun turrets and heavy machine guns were set up one by one on the battlefield. Each turret was manned by a dedicated operator, clad in heavy armor, gripping the controls, and vigilantly monitoring the battlefield.
In this way, with the activation of the final machine gun turret and the positioning adjustment of the turrets, an impregnable line of firepower defense was established. This line not only symbolized the cohesion and tactical prowess of the platoon, but also resembled a thick iron wall, vowing to hold firm until the last moment. Ensuring that every inch of land and every soldier would not easily become the enemy's sacrifice.
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