The enemy is arrogant, and the steel behemoth is raging. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The fire dragon unleashed by the Pyro shuttled between the bunkers, and the screams of their comrades could be heard in the headphones.

I focused on digging into the floating soil under my feet.

Where are the spare transmitters?

The transmitter must be found.

When the artillery fire came on, it was right next to me.

Since I'm still alive, the transmitter will be fine.

The point is where is it buried?

My damn brain, completely unimpressed.

Our launch position was chosen on the anticline near the exit channel. But there are so many anticlines on the position, which one is it?

The launcher is buried by floating soil, which should not be too deep. As long as you dig down half a meter, you will know whether there is or not, maybe dig a meter? Or go deeper?

I was on the edge of the battlefield, in the rear of the enemy's troops, and a man was busy, messy, and anxious.

I searched desperately, dug desperately, and from time to time I went back to make sure that the missile was in good condition.

I'm afraid that when I turn around, the missile is gone.

Several digs yielded no results. I was so anxious that I was sweating, and I hated so much that I pounded the ground with my fists.

The gunfire faded away, the explosions continued, and the roar of the rotors cutting through the air could be heard behind them.

The currents tossed me over, and the floating earth on the ground filled into a small sandstorm.

Finally turning over and lying on my back, I saw the attack plane hovering directly above.

This is a tiltrotor aircraft, unlike the stealth attack aircraft that was shot down earlier. It is a heavy-fire model designed specifically to provide ground fire support and, if necessary, as a deterrent.

The attack aircraft is covered in armor, with tiltrotor engines on either side of the aircraft, and rapid-fire guns, rocket nests, missiles, cluster bombs, and even special pods on the belly.

It feels like it's hanging all the arsenals on it.

I looked at the invaders who suddenly appeared. The rapid-fire cannon in the belly of the fighter constantly spewed arrows of light, and the rocket nest bombarded ground targets at intervals.

At first, you can still hear your comrades calling for support, but as the special pod on the belly of the attack aircraft slowly turns, the communication circuit is paralyzed, and only ominous static noise agitates the eardrums.

Is everyone dead?

Again, I didn't do anything to help, it was useless.

Negative emotions such as self-deprecation, disappointment, anger, and powerlessness are softened together.

I turned my eyes away from myself, not wanting to see the enemy planes killing like crazy.

The cylindrical launcher, lying there quietly, right next to me.

My brain must have been short-circuited. It took me half a minute to understand what I was seeing.

It turned out that it had always been at my feet, right within my reach.

The numb brain, eroded by negative emotions, began to turn with difficulty. It's like there's a paste in my head, and I'm slow and sluggish in thinking about things.

Eventually, the line of defense is activated.

The explosion continued, and the air wave turned into a white ring of air and spread in the air.

Seeing this scene from afar, my first reaction was that the position was over.

Everybody's dead.

No one can escape the three-dimensional blow.

With a long sigh, a jet of metal rose into the sky. The arrogant steel behemoth meets the nemesis.

Top-attacking anti-tank mines.

Someone must have placed mines within ten meters of the tank.

The jet of metal descends into a sword that pierces through the fragile tops of the heavy tank. The steel behemoth was sprayed with sparks. It shuddered and disintegrated in a cloud of red.

With the earth-shattering explosion, the turret flew so high that it almost hit the top of the bunker.

My gaze moved up with the flying turret, and I saw the muzzle flame flashing in the belly of the attack aircraft, and the orange light illuminated the fuselage.

The attack plane was retaliating, attacking the comrade who had taken out the tank.

Look down.

Figures scurry through the trenches.

The tongues of fire from the high-speed cannon chased all the way down the ground.

Just a little bit.

The figure almost managed to jump into cover.

His body was caught up in mid-air by the line of fire, and the large-caliber rapid-fire cannon easily shredded the prey.

"No!"

In the final moment, through the all-too-familiar tactical movements, I recognized the identity of the warrior.

Helped me out of danger several times. The one who vouched for me and turned me into a regular was like a big brother, Captain Smith. He died like this, and even his body could not be found.

My heart was full of sorrow, but I had no desire to weep.

Crying doesn't save anyone, and it can't kill anyone.

Crying is just a sign of cowardice, an excuse to escape.

I don't need to run away.

I have nowhere to run.

I no longer allow myself to escape.

Something had to be done, to avenge the captain.

Pick up the transmitter and check that all parts are in good condition. The sighting device has been self-checked, and everything is normal.

The attack planes were still roaring, and the murderous rockets had turned the last line of defense into a sea of fire.

I prepared for the launch in an orderly manner, without distractions. Activate the warhead and put the heavy launcher on your shoulders.

My heart was filled with a desire to be a warrior like the Captain. My heart was full, full of long-pent-up resentment.

I'm going to send out all the depression, resentment, frustration, and all the disgusting stuff all at once.

Enemy infantry chariots passed. The rapid-fire turret on the roof of the car turned, pointing at me.

I didn't move, I didn't make a gesture of evasion, as if the chariot next to me belonged to my own.

I proceeded with the aiming procedure.

The rapid-fire cannon hesitated and did not fire. The controller must be suspicious, he's afraid of hitting the wrong person.

As the aiming process entered its final stages, a relieved smile spread across my face.

The missile was launched in a scream.

I stood still, motionless. Vengeance has been swooping down on the enemy with missiles.

The rapid-fire gun was pointed at me and did not fire. I could hear the controller yelling, "Hey, you're hitting the wrong target!" ”

"That's right, I'm hitting this damn attack plane!"

I turned my head to look at the chariot and haughtily gestured at it with my middle finger.

Finally, I was angry again. I'm no longer a coward.

No one saw it, but I could puff up my chest and say aloud to myself:

"I'm not a coward!"

Explosions and waves of air threw me into the air, and the world swirled.

I saw flaming attack aircraft.

The infantry chariot that opened fire was seen.

I also saw comrades in ambush in the trenches on both sides. The lines of fire were crisscrossed, and the smoke and flashes of explosions continued.

The powerful impact came from my side, and I didn't know anything as soon as it was dark in front of my eyes.

I don't know how long it took, but in a daze, I felt a bump.

When I woke up again, I was greeted by a blinding white light. I can't see anything clearly in the blur.

Someone gave out a set of numbers and my name.

The voice was good, it was the person in the lounge, it must be a woman.

I don't know how long it has been in a daze. I heard the voices of many people and felt a huge vibration.

Gradually, the sound and light of the outside world became distant.

The cold to the bone, the cold that could freeze my soul became the only feeling I could feel.

Just when I was about to lose my nerve and fall asleep like this, the touch of my soft little hands woke me up again.

Sure enough, there were women on the battlefield.

Warmth flowed from the wrists into the colder body. I felt indescribably useful, and I couldn't help but want to hum.

The light and shadow are flowing in front of you, there are people walking, there are many people walking, who are they and what do they look like?

I can't see clearly.

They are talking, but what are they saying? I can't hear clearly.

On the line between sobriety and blurring, I heard someone say goodbye and saw someone wave at me.

His voice, I'm familiar with. I miss his movements.

"Goodbye, Captain."

I'm too sleepy to support it.

In the deepest darkness, I found the land of my dreams.