In the crowd of heavily armored grenadiers stationed in the human position not far away, Burrison saw the friendly identification signal that suddenly appeared in the demon-controlled trench, and his expression was visibly stunned.

He frowned, looked at the odd friendly signal, and clicked on it, allowing the computer to begin analyzing the signal.

A few seconds later, the computer called up the identification certificate of this friend or foe signal from the battlefield database: "Pilot of the Air Force reconnaissance plane...... Captain rank...... About 17 hours ago, he disappeared while on a reconnaissance mission in the Demon Realm......"

"This is a trap...... Burrison put down the tablet monitor on his arm and looked at his subordinates beside him, "The devil is messing with ghosts!" They are ready to use our friendly identification signals to induce us to cease fire......"

"So what do we do?" The machine gunner, who was strafing enemy positions with a 10 mm heavy grenadier machine gun, turned his face to his captain and asked.

Burrison sneered and pointed to the demon position in front: "Keep firing!" Shoot all the bullets you can find! Let them know that we are awesome! ”

"Good!" The heavy turned his head triumphantly, pressed against the large and heavy butt of the machine gun, aimed at the smoky enemy position opposite, and pulled the trigger again.

"Bump Bump!" Heavy gunfire rang out again, and the large-caliber machine-gun bullets slammed into the reinforced concrete fortifications, splattering a scattering cloud of debris.

"Let them know who we are!" With the roar of the machine gun, the slender chain was drawn into the machine gun, turning into fragments of the chain and shells, which fell at the heavy's feet.

The tracer bullets rushed into the white smoke from the bullets, knocking the demon troops on the opposite side to the ground, and they didn't even dare to poke their heads out and glance at the human position.

"Call! Call! You are the commander of the friendly unit closest to the source, the originator of the distress signal, requesting a live call with you. Burrison was leaning against the trench, using his binoculars to see the effect of the machine gun's blow, when suddenly there was a cold tone in his headphones.

He was visibly stunned, and then saw that there was a caller ID icon on the projection monitor of his visor. He swiped his finger over the tablet's control panel, and the communication request was connected.

"I am Captain Cara, the commander of the B-52 reconnaissance aircraft No. 1196...... I'm in the position you're attacking right now...... Cease fire! I beg you to stop the attack now! Inside the headphones, an unfamiliar voice came.

"Ha, I'm sorry, I'm Army Heavy Grenadier Captain Burrison, I need to verify your identification......" Burrison looked like he was on business, but he didn't order his men to stop the ferocious attack.

"Damn it! Damn it! You're firing at me! Captain Burrison! I beg you to pause the attack! Take a pause! The other side was obviously suppressed by this ferocious firepower, and his voice was full of annoyance.

"Please provide the corresponding identification code according to the battlefield identification steps...... Burrison smiled disdainfully, teasing the unhappy voice on the other side.

“#67941153…… Damn it! I didn't die by the devil's sword, but I died at the hands of you. The voice inside the headset provided the identification code, and the computer quickly gave the analysis result: "The audio signal matches the previous communication records, confirming that it is Captain Cara of the Air Force......"

"I'm ......" Burrison's eyes widened, he had never heard of such a thing as a pilot shot down by a demon coming back alive.

In the next second, he hurriedly shouted loudly to his subordinates: "Ceasefire!" Cease fire! Don't shoot! Cease fire! ”

Because of inertia, it took about two or three seconds for the gunfire on the entire human position to fall silent, and in Burrison's headphones, the voice that spoke was obviously much better: "Thank you...... Thank you! Captain Burrison...... I'm still alive, and my crew members, we're all alive...... It's true that the devil didn't kill us. ”

"You're incredible, I don't know how to deal with this kind of thing...... Burrison replied into the intercom, "You know, there has never been a thing like a demon captive a human being......"

"I know. I know. Captain Kara, the captive captain of the Air Force, also knew about this kind of thing, and continued to speak: "They are going to put us back...... It was ordered by one of their senior officers...... You, can you cover us and return to your positions? ”

"Sir...... This can be a trap, there is a possibility of ...... It's a devil's trick...... They may disguise themselves as our men and enter our trenches and ......," one of Burrison's lieutenants persuaded.

"Do you think it's possible?" Burrison interrupted his men: "A few of them will come...... Even if it's all demons, what effect can it have on our defenses? ”

Of course, it won't make a difference, because they have a few hundred heavy grenadiers here. Even if you can't fight off the demons, retreating is completely possible.

Because of the real-time intelligence push from the battlefield computer, they all knew that their fleet had launched a fierce attack on the demon forces from the flank, and it was already inconsequential for these demons to occupy one more line of defense and one less line of defense.

"You can come here! Just wait a few minutes! Burrison calmed Captain Kara, then switched the communication channel: "Let the heavily armored troops come over and cover us...... In addition, there is important information to report to General Madias! ”

"Understood...... Two Type 99 tanks will arrive in your combat area shortly, and your report has been uploaded, so please be patient and wait for the CPU to sort it out. "Inside the headphones, the mechanical sound sounded, which made people feel extremely reassured.

"We're going to pause the attack...... Burrison switched back to the communication channel and ordered the captured captain in the enemy camp, "To ensure your lives, please be patient." ”

"Do you think they're going to come with some virus that we don't know about?" A young soldier suddenly reminded.

Everyone in the "......" trench was silent for a moment, and then almost at the same moment, they all controlled their power exoskeleton and entered the state of sealing the three defenses.

"Be careful! These demons are not good guys! After checking his rifle to make sure it had enough ammo, Burrison reminded his men loudly, "When the tank comes, follow me!" ”