"Old Kim! Sure enough, it's you, what are you doing on the front line in strong jamming mode? We have no shortage of infantry here. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

I don't know when Lieutenant Damon also came up. He was very familiar with Counselor Kim.

"You can't win a battle just by relying on strong interference! You see, I'm not carrying the equipment to help. ”

Damon only glanced at the box and frowned.

"Oh! I really want to let go of the suppression, but the aliens' technology is more advanced than ours, so don't be unable to open the situation, but it will be self-defeating. ”

"Don't worry. If you want it, we've thought about it for a long time. With the frequency hopping coordination of the cold band, the alien guy can't react for a while. ”

Damon shook his head, indicating that he would not be reassured, "You guys are playing with fire. Don't underestimate their electromagnetic situation analysis capabilities......"

My attention was drawn to a group of people coming up from behind, the three-platoon air defense group, and Karin.

"Bad girl, finally remember to go home!" , Edlaide teased her first, and the other brothers in the class also greeted her one by one.

Everyone loved this girl who devoted herself to the rescue work and treated her as if she were a family member.

I was the only one avoiding her.

Seeing her talking and laughing with everyone made me feel very uncomfortable. Angry at her own caution and concerned about her relationship with Damon, she is so conflicted that even the ongoing battle seems irrelevant.

With a soft bang, one of the soldiers brought by Staff Officer Jin fell on his back.

A large hole appeared in his visor, and there was a blur of flesh and blood inside.

Everyone reflexively looked for a place to take cover, except for Karin who rushed towards the fallen warrior. Even if she is not saved, she will not let his body go unattended, which is why everyone calls her a goddess.

I was scared into a cold sweat, at that moment, I was unprepared, if the enemy sniped me, it would be a shot.

People say that war makes women go away, and they don't deceive me.

Heavy machine clattered fire. The muzzle flame illuminated half of Fang Hushan's face armor, making his image look complex and hideous between light and dark.

The position of fire suppression was located five hundred meters away, in the direction of the roadbed of a large road.

Large-caliber bullets hit the gravel flying there.

Max also joined the ranks of fire suppression.

The rate of fire of the heavy sniper rifle is slow, and each time it is provoked, it stirs up a disturbance of the air flow in the sector area in front of the muzzle, like a small-caliber cannon.

I can't see the results of his battles, but I have a hunch that every shot he has will take the life of an enemy.

Fighters are joining the counterattack one after another, but I don't know what is going on.

As a class leader, am I really qualified?

It was only a few seconds before I remembered my duty and quickly beckoned the others into battle.

"Pay attention to the artillery, don't get together! Assault rifles should be coordinated with heavy aircraft to maintain the continuous output of firepower.

Sniper rifles shoot at will, trying to attack the enemy's heavy fire operators. ”

I laid out the tactics and formations at the squad level on the position in accordance with the regulations.

However, these are all veterans, and everyone cooperates tacitly, and my orders are more like superfluous background aftersounds.

A scream sounded in mid-air, and in less than a few seconds, mortar shells fell one after another on the position.

The grenade set off a storm of rubble on the composite pavement.

Immediately, a large number of light firepower fire lines beckoned.

In such a situation, no one can poke their head out.

Fang Hushan's heavy machine would sound a few times from time to time at the beginning. In less than a moment, the enemy's suppressive fire concentrated on him, shattering the makeshift machine-gun bunker, and he had to hide behind the bunker honestly.

The main threat we face now, in addition to the approaching enemy, is in fact the enemy's curving firepower.

The makeshift bunkers here are mainly used to shield fire in a straight line, and are unguarded against attacks from overhead.

To avoid being hit by shrapnel, we all try to curl up as much as possible. As for the case of a direct hit by an artillery shell, it can only be said that personal luck was not good, and there were no effective means of defense on the position.

I huddled behind a half-meter-high improvised bulletproof wall, enduring the enemy's dense suppressive fire, while paying attention to the movement of the positions in the three rows below the elevated road.

They are our lifeblood, and once the positions below are breached, it will be difficult for us to retreat.

There are still people running around on the position.

It's really a guy who doesn't know whether to live or die, the spy company is full of veterans, how can there still be people who don't abide by battlefield discipline in their positions?

Even if the qualifications are older than me, they still have to be scolded, not only for our class, but also for themselves.

I just wanted to ask a question, but I saw that the company commander, Staff Officer Jin, and a few people were busy.

Not only did they not look for a safe place to stay, but they also carried large boxes all over the field, as if to find the most suitable position.

The words of rebuke came to his lips and he swallowed them back. It's really depressing that I rarely want to exercise the power of the squad leader, but I ended up like this.

Soon, the sound of firefighting sounded on the positions of the third platoon, and I asked Max and Fang Hushan to find an opportunity to assist in the defense, but unfortunately the suppression of fire against our positions has not stopped. The superiority of our position has not been able to be brought into play.

The only thing that makes me happy is that there is no heavy firepower or attack aircraft to deal with us so far, otherwise it would be difficult to say how long such a rudimentary position can hold out for a few minutes.

Unfortunately, my glad it didn't last long.

The special sound of the drone's wings flapping is particularly prominent in the firefight.

"Heavy artillery seeker! Fight it down! ”

Edlaide screamed hysterically, it's hard to imagine that this usually humorous guy would have such a side.

Almost a few seconds after Edlaide's warning, on the position, three platoons of anti-aircraft groups fired anti-aircraft missiles.

The white tail smoke takes a small black dot in the air. Due to the severity of the interference, the missile adopts the method of irradiation guidance, which requires the operator to continuously irradiate the target with a laser.

Ignoring the stray bullets, the operator stood up and guided the missile.

Blood and brains splattered, and his head burst open along with his helmet. The corpse remained in a standing and guided position.

The fighters of another air defense group jumped up, took the launcher of their comrades and continued to guide the missiles.

The headless corpse fell to the ground, maintaining its last-minute stance.

In less than five seconds, under the blood-colored fountain, the last 3 fighters of the air defense group took over the heavy responsibility of guidance.

I was stunned to see this scene.

"Max, kill that sniper!"

I used my hands and feet to climb up to the missile pilot, and if he met with another misfortune, it would be my turn.

The succession of the three air defense groups made my blood surge, the sniper is a bird, we can't let that drone complete the artillery guidance.

In mid-air, the missile entered the final sprint, the warhead broke away from the thruster, and stabbed at the drone like lightning, and with the dazzling explosion, scattered fragments flew sideways, and the drone was dismembered into parts and fell from the sky.

In the seconds leading up and down, Max's sniper rifle roared, and the muzzle of the gun swept away the smoke and dust on both sides like waves.

The missile pilot fell.

He's alive.

The missile launcher was penetrated by an external force, and the solid launch tube was cut in two from the break.

Lost on the other side?

No, it should be Max's credit.

"Did you kill it?"

Looking at Max, he made an affirmative gesture, and the anger in my chest calmed.

A terrible scream swept through the air, and although the drones near our positions were shot down, there was certainly more than one enemy artillery guide.

On other positions, there must be drones that slip through the net.

Hearing the scream of a heavy cannonball piercing the air, my heart sank.

The raid hung in the air.

The sound of gunfire, machine guns, grenade explosions, and the screams of soldiers on their deathbeds were all overshadowed, and the kind of heavy artillery bombardment, the earth-destroying explosion, became the only melody between heaven and earth.

Huge fireballs and pillars of smoke that pierced the sky marked the mark of death on the scene, and hundreds of lives disappeared in a baptism of blood and fire.

In the face of the ever-present explosions and the storm of flames, I felt as if I had returned to the days when the war began, the days when I was shivering under the bombardment of the planets.

I thought I was strong enough to be afraid of the firestorm anymore. Now I know how outrageously wrong this perception is.

Absolutely, in the face of destructive forces, I fell to my knees helplessly, praying that the nightmare would soon end.