"Cover me. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The veil was suddenly lifted. When I came to my senses, the figure of the captain had already rushed towards the chariot.

He was holding a top-attacking tank mine and was trying to stick to it.

I subconsciously raised my assault rifle and fired at the slender figure that had turned. Hypersonic nails flutter through the air with the beating of assault rifles, and scattered lines of fire form a net of fire that covers the upper body of the robotic infantryman.

Sure enough, it wasn't a woman, and I thought with regret.

The robotic infantry twisted their bodies to evade, and their movements were far more agile than normal humans. Unfortunately, it was facing a rookie, and the fire fired from the assault rifle was not in a straight line, and the angle of fire was scattered and unpredictable.

Mars is scattered over the slender mechanical body, which disintegrates in flashes.

Another robotic infantryman pounced, and I turned the muzzle of my gun and continued to pull the trigger, clicking, but no tongues of fire erupted.

Damn, it's out of bullets.

The observer stared at me coldly. The click was like the footsteps of death, gradually approaching.

The orange whip of fire whipped against its slender body, and it fell backwards in an eerie position, rapid-fire rails grabbing and emitting bright white flashes. Firepower capable of penetrating medium armor is helplessly absorbed by the top cover of the bunker.

Shadows flickered, and someone dragged me to the side. It's the captain. His strength was so great that I was almost thrown by him into the one-man bunker next to the tunnel.

More robotic infantry gathered, and the bright white projectiles converged into a torrent of light, tearing apart the human body if it touched it.

Soaring jets of metal pierced the fragile tops of enemy vehicles from top to bottom. The orange sword tore through the vehicle's armor and detonated the hull's energy core.

Attacking anti-tank mines were launched.

Brilliant fireworks engulfed everything within a radius of more than ten meters. The two of us were crammed into a single-use bunker, as far away from the exit as possible.

The heat scorched combat uniforms, infantry armor began to dissolve under the scorching, and headphones chirped from life support devices. Feeling the heat behind me and smelling the burnt smell of the burning cloth, I remembered the carbonized corpses curled up in a clump. The heat subsided, and two gray shadows staggered out of cover.

The enemy's heavy tanks are burning, and the ground is littered with fragments of parts. The robot infantry fell to the ground in a scattered manner, no longer threatening.

Looking at the results, I didn't have joy in my heart, I just wanted to drink a glass of sweet ice water.

There is no water, and the battle will continue. We had no time to rest and searched everywhere for anti-armor mines and grenade launchers. The enemy moved more quickly than expected, and on the way to find equipment, he had to avoid small groups of invading enemy forces from time to time. The captain didn't find a suitable opportunity to attack, and we had to flee like rats.

The sound of gunfire and explosions echoed through the tunnels, and we managed to find a safe shelter. I saw that the captain was also panting for breath like me, and retching from time to time. I realized that he was also human.

The enemy is from the Proxima Centauri colony and is a group of fanatical militarists. After their heinous atrocities were posted online, I decided to join the army.

Ignorant, I am determined to defend this galaxy with my own flesh and blood.

While most people were scrambling to flee to the inner solar system to get away from the fighting, I chose the opposite path.

My journey stalled on Mars, and my route was impassable because of the war. I can only stay on Mars and wait for my chance.

Finally, the battle to defend Mars began, and thousands of enthusiastic young people joined the volunteer team. Among them was me.

However, war is not as simple as it seems.

The sprinkling army of millions was reduced to a flock of sheep to the slaughter after the fleet lost its dominance. The planetary defense field, which is said to be able to withstand the saturation attack of an entire space fleet, failed in less than half a day. Unprepared positions were exposed to a direct blow from the Star Destroyer.

The combined attack of thermonuclear weapons coupled with kinetic warheads, as well as planetary bombs, dealt a devastating blow to the position. All surface facilities have been wiped out, and shallow bunkers cannot escape destruction.

Of course, there are exceptions.

The 3123 position where I am located, with its high-standard underground bunkers, struggled to survive the bombardment, but the 150,000 troops on the position are now less than 30% left.

Position 3123 is located at a key node on the main access road of the underground headquarters, and if you want to march to the headquarters, you must pass through the range of fire of the position.

At the beginning of the battle, the enemy, with the help of air superiority, attempted to bypass the 3123 position and directly take the command center.

The anti-aircraft defense system was put into play, and the dense rain of fire severely damaged the enemy troop carrier group. Subsequently, electronic warfare and information warfare carried out with positions as the core seriously weakened the supply lines of the enemy's attacking troops.

At this point, the offensive of the Proxima Centauri fleet was contained, and the defenders saw hope.

Position 3123 is seen as a thorn in the side of the enemy. At the beginning of the war, the Star Destroyer swarms that were raging around the world launched a high-density planetary bombardment of the position, in an attempt to wipe the position off the surface of Mars.

As a result, we are still alive and the fighting continues.

The captain woke me up, and he made a radio pose. There was a peculiar engine sound, the howling of the rotors breaking through the air.

"Stealth attack aircraft, be careful not to show your head easily. Their array radars and microwave detection devices are able to detect people hiding behind bunkers. Try to stay in a building surrounded by steel bars, and make sure that there is a metal shield in the direction of the fighter plane. The captain used his passive source receiver to probe the distribution of electromagnetic signals in the surrounding bands, and at the same time introduced me to the method of dealing with attack aircraft.

I felt his kindness and was touched in my heart.

Soon after the rotor vibration appeared, the various sniper points were suppressed by powerful low-altitude fire. Guided shells whistled incessantly. The gunfire of resistance gradually stopped. The defenders were either killed or hidden deeper.

The once-noisy communication circuit fell silent. The sound of rotors mixed with the sound of the chariot's tracks grinding stones, and a new enemy attack began.

The captain went into action. He asked me to help him defend the left side and rushed out. His route is peculiar, not in a straight line, but in a complex zigzag line. From time to time, he stopped to fiddle with the detector. Presumably, it was to find a safe way to avoid the line of sight of the attack aircraft.

The sound of the rotors was getting closer to the bunker I was, and the sound of gunfire and explosions intensified again. It was the desperate cry of his comrades.

From time to time, individual anti-aircraft missiles trailing white trails swept through the air, and the air exploded continuously. However, the roar of the rotors remained. I knew it was useless, but I still clung to the assault rifle.

The captain pushed forward. I noticed that in the direction he was traveling, there were induction mines that we had planted.

The bright white of the magnetic track snatched flew around the captain, and he was spotted. Using cover and smoke grenades, he leaps to his feet and makes the final sprint.

The rotors hovered overhead. In mid-air, occasionally falling debris was blocked by invisible objects, and the shadow of the attack aircraft flickered and disappeared.

I finally understood why so many anti-aircraft missiles couldn't hit it, and this guy actually achieved optical invisibility.

The Captain's figure was completely exposed, and he ran desperately to the collapsed roof.

With a rapid thud, the guided projectile chased after it along a constantly correcting trajectory with tracer.

The smoke and dust from the explosion obscured my vision.

The attack aircraft was still firing, and its figure appeared for only a few seconds with each shot. More individual missiles flew over. The shadow of the attack aircraft, which was about to disappear, was maneuvering towards the breach in the top cover.

Faced with a multitude of missiles, it tried to slip through the breach.

Pillars of fire run through the tunnel, scattering sparks as beautiful as fireworks. The attack aircraft rolled helplessly in the pillar of fire, and the armored body was as fragile and soft as a piece of paper. The anti-aircraft missile group, like a wolf pack, smelled blood, and gathered one by one. Airburst warheads rained down dense shrapnel. Attack power is sliced and shredded in the air, and falls as meaningless metal blocks.

I watched the splendor in front of me with great attention, and then I was awakened by an unexpected thought, "Where's the captain?" He won't be buried alive by the wreckage! ”

Picking up my assault rifle, I scurried for the roof gap.