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The solid core position, which was so impregnable a moment ago, has become a dilapidated building that collapses at any time in the blink of an eye.

We, the ants who clinged to the position to survive, immediately gave up our previous high-minded talk and looked for a chance to survive in imitation.

A group of people instinctively got together.

In the apocalyptic scenario, they all looked at me as if I were a prophet who could show them the way forward.

In fact, like them, I am one of the ants, how can I guide others in a precarious situation.

In the panic, I inexplicably thought of Shen Tianhao. The squad leader of the Volunteers, the hateful guy who likes to push his comrades in front.

Against the backdrop of the apocalypse, he stood in front of me and smiled at me, the kind of smug smile that implied a deep meaning.

It's like saying, "Look! What's the difference between you and me, you don't have to step on the corpse of your companion to survive when the time comes. ”

"You're wrong, I'm not like you. I am braver and more responsible. I was able to take control of my own destiny. ”

In a fit of rage, I swung my fist at him.

The old squad leader gradually faded in front of me with a mocking smile.

"Squad leader...... Monitor! What to do? ”

Pops and loud noises poured into the ear holes. It was as if I had just entered this world that was about to collapse, and I was stunned by the sudden loud noise, and I didn't know where I was for a while.

When I turned my head, I saw the hopeful gaze of the brothers. Even the rough Fang Hushan was staring at me at this time, looking like he was looking at me for the first time.

I smiled bitterly in my heart, they wouldn't really think I knew what to do.

It should be good to be relied on.

But now I just feel so stressed.

Can't they go their separate ways, leaving me alone?

Still, I won't let them go. Who made me the class leader, and I am responsible for them.

This is also the difference between me and Shen Tianhao.

There was a popping sound of something breaking in the air.

Karin screamed.

I looked in the direction of her finger, and the fort turret slowly tilted and fell downward.

A series of fireballs first appeared in the cracks of the shell of the fort, and then densely connected together, engulfing it completely.

The groans of steel and the sound of continuous explosions were heard.

"Run, it's time to press down!"

The words of the company commander put us into action.

He dragged Karin in front, and the others followed behind them.

Sure enough, it was the company commander, and I had to rely on him at the critical moment, and I couldn't help but feel sour.

The battery fell unquickly, and it was only after everyone ran into cover that it reached the elevated position.

A solid armored casing and an equally solid position collided.

Like children's building blocks, they disintegrated on impact, and the debris and smoke quickly stretched out along the radiating path.

"Close the door! Everyone sat down along the wall with their heads in their hands. ”

It was the company commander again, and he gave the crucial order at a critical moment.

I reflexively did what he said.

The alloy door of the three-defense quickly closed in front of me.

I hope it will insulate the horrors of the end of the world. But relying only on a door only separates us from sight.

I walked briskly to the base of the wall, as Damon had said. Sit down with your head in your hands and your knees on your chest.

Isn't this a posture to defend against shelling?

Is it really useful for the fall of anti-battery batteries?

In my thoughts, the terrifying tremors combined with the howling of the air and the sound of buildings collapsing became the whole melody of the world.

I let go of my head-hugging hand and held the ground tightly so that it wouldn't tumble out.

The chaos, the explosions, the collapses, everything seemed to be happening in the distance, and it seemed like it was happening around me.

It was as if I had sat in a boat in a sea of rage, and I could only let the circumstances determine my fate.

I don't know how long it took, but the shaking subsided, and the screaming of the air subsided.

"Damon!"

Karin's screams rang from beside her.

I hurriedly turned around, the spotlights of my combat suit flickering in the darkness.

I vaguely saw her throw her helmet aside, and her face turned pale on a body.

Tall build, dressed in standard combat uniforms, with a full torso and limbs, and no scars.

However, the place where it was supposed to be the head was pierced by a metal structure pierced from the wall of the bunker, and the end of the structure was covered with a bloody helmet.

There were very few breaks in the bunker, and there were almost no wounded, so it happened that he was hit.

It's all a matter of luck.

Our company commanders, leaders of battlefield heroes, veterans who always know what to do.

He has 10,000 reasons to outlive me. He has more subtle skills to save the day on a hellish battlefield.

But no matter how great his ability is, now he has turned into a cold corpse.

Even if his technical and tactical level is the first in the universe, he can't match the bad luck of one time.

How unfair the world is.

Seeing Karin heartbroken, I couldn't take a step further. I couldn't comfort her, I couldn't comfort her. Because I myself am the embodiment of injustice in the universe.

Compared to Damon, I am not the slightest better than him.

Whether it is my appearance and figure, or my qualifications in the army, or my experience resume, or even my sense of honor as a soldier, I am too far apart.

But I survived, who was so good-for-nothing.

I can't face her, she must have preferred that it was Damon who was alive rather than Zhao Ping, who was useless.

"Get out of here, the enemy is coming!"

Ruan Pai's warning woke me up from my thoughts.

The alloy door opened, and the people around him rushed out.

I hesitated, glanced at the grieving Karin again, and rushed out of cover with my assault rifle on my back.

When I came to the position, I was stunned by what I saw.

A wall was raised on all sides to enclose the position.

Only after careful distinction can we see that the position has changed from the core high ground of the battlefield to the core basin.

The battery smashed the entire position into the basement.

The surviving fighters jumped out of their bunkers, took up their weapons and ran to the edge of the basin. From time to time, all-terrain vehicles would break through the rubble and crawl towards the basin's vantage point.

Filled with things on my mind, I don't care about anything else. Hurry up and open the tactical terminal. The familiar cascade-level datalink interface appeared on the eyepiece display, and my hanging heart finally relaxed.

Fortunately, the frequency hopping joint debugging system is still alive.

Knowing that our army's greatest reliance had not been damaged, my spirits were greatly lifted. Grab your assault rifle and climb to the edge of the basin.

Just as he was about to look outside with a probe, an iron head rose in the cold.

I broke out in a cold sweat, and my legs went weak and rolled straight down the anticline.

The moment I looked at that thing, I saw a dark red eye, an inorganic gaze, and an endless killing intent.

It was the enemy's assault reloaded exoskeleton.

They were so close, and the situation was worse than expected.

After the fall, I continued to roll, and I used the corner of my eye to carefully distinguish the position of the ridges of the high ground in the rolling world.

The heavy infantry will definitely peek in.

Sure enough, when I finally stopped rolling and was about to stand up, the gray-black hoplite poked out half of my body. The one-eyed one was fixed on me.

Its raised right arm exposes a hand-held cannon for heavy infantry.

During the retraining, the instructor once said that in the face of hoplites, the advantage of light infantry is agility and agility.

I had no experience in heavy infantry, but I had to put into practice what I had learned from books.

Ignoring the protesting click of the exoskeleton in my legs, I twisted my body with all my might, and leaped forward without a beat.

The shock wave behind me sent me forward a few meters.

Damn the hoplites, that's fast.

Am I really going to be more agile than that?

I slandered the evaluation of the heavy infantry by others, but I did not dare to slack off in my actions.

With the exoskeleton's motion assist function activated, I ran with all my might towards the anticline under the enemy's feet.

The guy who resists the cannon in his hand must not be good at close combat.

With this idea in mind, I ran to the soles of its feet.

What happens when you make a successful arrival? I don't have time to think about it.

As I ran, I felt something of great energy pass overhead, and I knew that I had once again avoided the shelling, but I had no joy of success.

Maybe the enemy is not as agile as I am, but so what?

I still can't help it.

It can make mistakes. Once missed, it can be launched a second, a third or even more. But I can't make mistakes, as long as I don't dodge once, it will end up in pieces.

What can I do to deal with the enemy and save myself?

Time is not on me. Even if you rack your brains, you can't come up with a solution in a short time.

In one leap and one leap, I came to the feet of the enemy.

It struggled to move its body, moving much slower than a normal human.

Maybe there really is a way.

Seeing the clumsiness of the enemy, I regained my confidence.

Pulling out the only heavy firepower on my body, a grenade, I thought about where to throw it.

The explosion occurred overhead, and I was crushed by the shock wave and lay on my stomach unable to move.

What weapons can inflict this effect?

It was obviously too late to hide, and I waited for the last moment in a daze.