"Here are 3 squads, 15 kilometers ahead, and no enemy blocking troops were found. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Class 1 reported that the attack advanced 25 kilometers with no anomalies."

"The heavy infantry squad is in regular contact, and the location of our unit has been able to visually see the enemy's urban complex, and no garrison troops have been found."

The communication loop was littered with reports of non-anomalous findings from my comrades, and my team even made their way to the edge of the core of the Eye of Mars.

Cities, warehouses and mining facilities are shrouded in a gray haze. There are no lights and no signs of activity, and it looks like a dead city.

A cool breath rushed from behind and reached the neck.

I shuddered violently and came to my senses.

The feeling of being watched lingers.

I don't think it's a delusion.

In fact, it is extremely abnormal to climb the cliff and go out to this position without encountering enemy resistance.

To say that the enemy has no conspiracy, I don't believe it if he is killed.

But the problem is that in the middle of the army, you must jump even if you know that it is a trap.

The heavy infantry squad was in an awkward state of having to jump into it knowing it was a fire pit.

While waiting for further instructions, I placed the three heavy infantry in positions where I could attack and defend with ease.

Having fought several heavy battles, I have learned the importance of being cautious.

Even Simon's suggestion with Leon to disarm the heavy and use the light infantry mode to stand guard was vetoed by me.

It's not that I don't know how uncomfortable it is to be stuffed in a tin can all the time, but it's really life-threatening, and I can't be too careful.

Both of them are older than me and come from regular military schools.

I have little experience in the military, and I am not a professional class, so I am naturally considered by them to be a high-ranking relation.

Disagreeing with the proposal to lower the standard of sentinel was seen by them as a sign of excessive nervousness.

The two of them, who didn't respect me very much, were even more sneering in their words at this time, and they almost spoke ill of each other.

I'm no longer the fragile volunteer rookie I was when I first enlisted. It's not that I don't know what the two of them think, but I don't care. As long as they do what they are told.

What I really care about is when the enemy will launch.

Know that the enemy is retreating, not breaking up or surrendering.

With 150,000 powerful troops, the ultimate goal of blindly shrinking the defense is definitely a powerful blow.

The question is when they will attack and how we will respond.

The company commander agreed with me.

He told me that the summary of the reconnaissance company had been reported to the brigade headquarters.

We discussed it for a long time, and we guessed that the reconnaissance units on the right would have similar opinions.

"I hope the brigade commander will listen to his opinion......"

The helplessness in the company commander's tone was also the helplessness of the veterans of the whole brigade.

Since the beginning of the operation, the 112th Brigade has rushed forward as if it were afraid of being robbed of its military achievements.

Simply did not take into account the enemy's ambush.

In a trench like the present, the main force of the troops is advancing in a canyon less than 30 kilometers away from our vanguard reconnaissance force.

This is a serious violation of investigative protocols.

You must know that once the reconnaissance force is attacked, the enemy assault force quickly intersperses and launches an attack, and 30 kilometers is a distance that can be reached in the blink of an eye.

Some long-range tactical support guns can even bring the main force into range without moving.

In this case, the reconnaissance unit could not play the role of early warning, and the main force did not have enough time to react.

In other words, the 112th Brigade is actually blindfolded without reconnaissance, and it is strange not to suffer losses in the face of the Centauri devils who are armed to the teeth and cunning and abnormal.

Along the way, the increasingly strange situation itself was a natural warning, and the brigade headquarters ignored all the exhortations and always carried out the order to advance.

It was as if the 112th Brigade had no other option than to advance.

My intuition tells me that this wait will not be fruitful, and there should be only one decision of the brigade headquarters.

With a beep prompt, the command item in the tactical link has been updated and synchronized.

I can't help but applaud the launch of the microwave relay system.

Despite the inconveniences of one kind or another, at least the efficiency of the troops' summons has increased by more than one level.

"All members of the reconnaissance company pay attention, continue to attack and advance, and break into the city until they encounter resistance."

Although I was mentally prepared, I couldn't help but sigh when I saw the order.

And so it was.

The brigade headquarters is going to crash headlong in the rhythm of the encirclement.

"Hmph, Roland is going to let the whole brigade accompany him to the funeral!"

The company commander's communication avatar put on a look of deep disgust.

I replied noncommittally, only to feel a burst of bitterness in my mouth.

The heavy infantry squad is the vanguard of the reconnaissance company, and according to this trend, the three of us are not the first to accompany the funeral.

Although I am not afraid of sacrifice, and even look forward to the relief that death brings, I still don't want to let my death be so meaningless.

"Let's hope that the reconnaissance units of the fraternal units will share the enemy's firepower!"

I don't even believe that this can be done. After all, other reconnaissance units are unlikely to rush forward like us.

Turning off the communication and looking up at the dead silence of the city, I could only sigh.

"Prepare to break into the city, pay attention to the reconnaissance forward."

"What! Have you ever been at war? This kind of place that is obviously a trap still has to break through? ”

Simon yelled at the top of his lungs.

Leon's information loop has also been connected, and the avatar's expression can be seen in the explicit mockery.

I'm struggling.

Their reaction was normal, but what could the brigade do if they ignored my advice?

"The order of the superiors, it's not for you and me to question, act quickly!"

Maybe it was because his tone was not resolute enough, and after walking a few steps, he found that the two did not follow.

"Captain, this is to send us to death, forgive us for not obeying our fate."

Leon's tone was calm, but I could feel his contempt for me.

“……”

I hesitated for a moment, I wanted to press them with orders, but I thought it was despicable to do so.

As the vanguard of the vanguard, our squad will definitely encounter a terrifying firepower attack.

In the face of a mortal end, it is human nature that they are reluctant to participate.

"Let it be, tell the company commander, I ordered you to return to the defense company, and he won't blame your ......"

"Humph! You think that's ......"

I cut off the communication before Simon could finish speaking.

Even though I knew it was a misunderstanding, I was still disappointed with their attitude.

I fought valiantly, and I didn't deserve to be treated like this.

Why do they look at people with colored glasses only on the basis of their origin and seniority?

I don't want to explain, it's because I have my own pride, not because I'm willing to be criticized.

Ignoring two more disobedient men, I commanded the heavy infantry to charge towards the city.

Soon the emotion of grievance was replaced by nervousness.

Even though I knew it was a suicide mission, I couldn't completely let go of the imminent death.

Thinking that I would have to pull a few more pads to die, I rushed headlong into the gray-brown haze.

The moment I came in, I noticed that something was wrong.

The first is that the data link is down. The optical connection with the communication vehicle is in an extremely unstable state, and the packet loss rate is as high as 95%.

In this case, it is not possible to complete even the most basic data handshake.

The second is that the smog is too thick.

In addition to visible light, even the detection of infrared and deep ultraviolet lineages cannot penetrate their envelope.

Although I didn't know what was in the haze, and I didn't expect its impact on light detection to be so unbelievable, I took out the pre-prepared lighting grenade and pushed the special shell into the hand-held cannon.

I'm not sure how useful the flares will be in the thick haze, but it's the only way I can warn the rear after the loss of the data link.

I hope the two fools can warn the company commander in time when they see my signal.

I resisted the urge to turn and run away, and continued to sink deeper into the haze that had become as thick as ink.