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"This place is too open, we can't engage in battle here! Lieutenant Mondersen!" The one who originally wanted to ditch his "superior officer" was still chattering away, just now he'd switched targets to a similarly clad middle-aged man wearing an old-style power armor suit.,The shoulder insignia was orange, which marked them as belonging to the River-Beyond Colonial Star Garrison, even less prestigious than a Marine "Orangutan". They were also known derisively as "Security Team Trash", as their place on the military's hierarchy of contempt was at the very bottom.,Dozens of electromagnetic pulse rifles blazed with flashes, their dull booms sending hundreds of steel nails hurtling into the smoke. Immediately, a chorus of horrifying screams, mingled with the sickening sounds of mangled limbs and torn flesh, filled the air. A dense fog of blood and viscera, thick enough to choke on, spread with a frenzied pace.。