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The screams quickly faded away with the messy footsteps.

I felt like I saw Lincoln rush like a tiger into a pack of wolves.

He was a wooden man, not a man of words, and often misunderstood.

After getting acquainted, his perception of him will not change much, because he is really a cold guy to the bone.

But on the battlefield, he will become a different personality.

Warm-hearted and righteous.

Lincoln was a master of hand-to-hand combat, and his record was characterized by the miracle of holding his position with five outfights.

His style of combat is not to raise his gun with the enemy, but to shoot a rapid-fire pistol in his left hand and a stabbing pistol in his right hand. Rush to within five meters of the enemy and engage in a battle with guns and stabs.

His formidable physical skills, combined with his unrivalled speed, make him a nightmare for enemy infantry.

However, he also has great limitations, and he is a flexible target until he reaches the killing distance, and he is easy to take advantage of.

To exert his combat effectiveness, the best way is for someone to cooperate.

With the support of rear fire, his presence really cannot be ignored.

I knew in my heart that what I had to do now was to follow Lincoln and cover for him. It doesn't matter if you don't have a gun. He is rich with an assault rifle.

The two of us are definitely able to exert more combat power than the sum of our hearts.

However, my uncompetitive legs and stomach began to twist, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't take a step.

The reason is simple.

I didn't have a gun in my hand, and my overly strong survival instincts started to stumble me again.

Thankfully, I've been through this state and I've had a way to deal with it.

Stand still, stomp your feet heavily on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Ignoring the choking smell, he closed his eyes and bit the tip of his tongue violently, and the pain in his heart was full of the taste of blood.

It was inconvenient to shout on the battlefield, I covered my mouth with my hands, and I was startled by a low, inhuman whimper, is this really my own voice?

Anyway, the power of the stumbling leg was gone.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped into the smoke.

It's a weird feeling, it's like stepping into another world.

A killing jungle of steel.

The matte blade surface slashes through the air, leaving a gray streamer that seems to cut through the space in front of it.

As one of the oldest combat weapons, the military spur is much more lethal than its ancestors of the same type after a simple high-tech modification.

The blade of the high-density alloy, with the blessing of co-vibration, has the characteristic of instantaneously decomposing the binding force of macromolecules.

The blade slashed across the junction between the helmet and the shoulder armor, and the neck brace was easily disconnected. The wound was so deep that the close-fitting combat suit, further skin, and human tissues were affected.

The neat incision shows a textbook, faceted pattern of a human neck.

After a brief pause, the plasma from the incision broke through the surface tension of the liquid and turned into a fountain of blood that scattered into the air.

The right hand holding the spur had not yet returned to its normal position, and the high-velocity pistol in the left hand had already been activated.

With a thud like a drumbeat, the visor cracked. As more and more small nails are pierced, the bulletproof special glass can't help but sink inward. The bones shattered, and the flesh and blood could not withstand the huge influx of energy, and burst like a balloon.

The swift and strange figure didn't stop long, and swept towards the depths of the steel forest in a swaying manner.

I was stunned by what I saw.

I've experienced a lot on the battlefield, and I've seen all kinds of killing methods, but I've never seen such a smooth, art-like killing process.

Under the rain of blood, I followed the familiar shadows that were hidden in the blood mist, and rushed over in a pool of blood.

It wasn't until I had run a long way that I heard the sound of corpses falling and blood splattering.

Proxima Centauri takes the security of their weapons more seriously than we do, and even the assault rifles of ordinary soldiers, after they are dropped, cannot be used by us.

I decisively gave up on picking up enemy guns and giving them a try.

It's more reliable to catch up with Lincoln and ask him for an assault rifle.

Dense gunfire, mixed with the terrifying screams of flamethrowers. It will be a long time before there will be a response from a sniper rifle.

Although I couldn't see the scene clearly, I could still imagine the lone sniper hero being cornered. The assault failed, and the enemy brought in flamethrower scenes.

Follow Lincoln over an anticline of rubble.

I ran two steps to catch up with him.

The melee warrior was standing on the ridge in a daze at this time.

"Whew...... Call...... Finally...... Catching up with you. Handful...... Give me the assault rifle, mine is lost. ”

Seeing that he was motionless, I thought he had acquiesced, and I stepped forward to shoot him.

Under the positive slope, the enemy's formation made me forget to breathe for a while.

Three heavy and three light, a total of six combat vehicles, plus a company of infantry, not including the few mechanical infantry with fuel backpacks on their backs.

So many enemies are besieging some three-story bunker fortification.

The outer wall of the fortification had been broken, and half of the main body had collapsed, and if it had not been for its back against the knoll, it would have collapsed.

But it was the small mound that made it impossible for the people inside to escape, and the exit of the bunker was blocked inside.

The tank groups had long since ceased to bombard with heavy artillery and switched to the use of machine guns and machine guns for horrific suppression.

The infantry pulled up a semi-encircled skirmish line farther away, but did not participate in the attack.

Many people even hide behind shelter and dare not show their heads.

Only the Pyro bravely rushed forward and lowered the dragons into the bunker.

A heavy sniper rifle rang out, and a mechanical flamethrower burst into flames.

The fuel pack was ignited, and a huge fireball swept through the open space in front of the bunker, and the enemy infantry hurriedly retreated into the shelter in fright, not daring to look out.

Immediately more intensive suppressive fire was poured on the bunker. Another Pyro appeared where his predecessor had fallen, and the scorching dragon scurried into the second layer of the bunker, the hot air distorting the light and the raging flames licking at the outer walls of the bunker.

Even from such a distance, I could still feel the breathtaking heat coming over my face through my combat uniform.

"Zhao Ping, Lincoln, don't come here, just let me hold them down."

Max's unhurried tone came from the headphones, and his tone was so laid-back that I almost took his words for ears.

"Don't worry, Lao Mai, I will lead the enemy away with the squad leader first, and then you will find a chance to come out."

"Yes, the situation is very good now, the information coordination system that Staff Officer Jin and they are drumming up can be used, we have the advantage of information and efficiency, as long as we hold on a little longer, it will be the turn of the aliens to complain." I puffed out my lips and hoped that Max would take advantage of the opportunity we had created to escape.

“……”

The Pyro has washed the second layer of the bunker with flames. It seems that their strategy is to bake the bunker in its entirety.

Listening to Max's long silence, I thought he agreed.

"Lincoln, your speed is fast, but the attack range is limited, we cooperate to fight ......"

"No need." Max interjected abruptly, his tone so calm that I couldn't understand the meaning of the words for a moment.

"No, you can't sacrifice."

Lincoln was one step ahead of me and understood what he meant.

"Don't get in the wood. Listen to me, I've already made a lot of money, and just now I sniped one of their heavyweights, I believe it's not a general or a colonel, otherwise how would they catch me. ”

"Because of this, you deserve to live even more, and you may have made the greatest military achievement in the battle......"

"Squad leader, don't interrupt and listen to me. This unit is not simple, it should be a direct guard company of the enemy's rapid reaction force, I believe that their mobile command is nearby, as long as they are dragged down, that command will not be able to escape. A moment ago, the finger is about to use artillery fire to concentrate the attack, remember to let them focus on taking care of this place! ”

"Okay, I'll get in touch with the platoon commander in a moment and ask him to report to the higher-level chief. But you can't stay in the encirclement all the time, or ......"

"My family is on the Shining City space station. At the beginning of the war, there was a devastating blow there, and Jessica, Bruce, and Leeds failed to come out. ”

"......", I wanted to say something, but there was something in my throat that was blocked, and I couldn't say a word.

"I've killed countless aliens, and their revenge has been avenged. Now I'm tired, very, very tired, and I want to go to Jessica's side to rest. ”

I was going to persuade Max by killing more enemies, but after listening to him, I couldn't say anything more.

The sound of sniper guns rang out again, and the huge fireball of fuel packs engulfed the mechanical soldiers who took over.

After wordless eye contact with Lincoln, I connected the divisional data link, entered the local coordinates into the tactical map, and chose the highest level in the weight position.

As long as the platoon commander, company commander, battalion commander and other layers agree, this area will be taken care of by long-range strikes.

I glanced back at the three-story bunker.

Facing a wide traffic convergence point with a backdrop to the hills.

Max is a good guy, but he has chosen a good place.