It is said to be new equipment, but it is actually light infantry equipment plus jetpacks, which allow infantry to have a certain ability to jump and maneuver. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, doubling the strength of the leg exoskeleton is also essential, which leads to the equipment after wearing the legs and feet appear extraordinarily thick, and the army jokingly calls this equipment bigfoot.

After receiving Bigfoot, I asked the Makeshift Ordnance Service for a shotgun, a single bullet, and a stretching arm shield.

The explosion and the sound of the roof falling were getting closer, and I realized that Company Commander Nguyen was in a bad situation.

After finishing the preparation and replenishing the high-energy nutrient solution, I rushed to the battlefield on a scooter.

Of the four people in the same car, three had undergone organ replacement surgery, and one was forced to go to the battlefield with painkillers.

The situation of replenishing troops is such that one can imagine the casualties on the battlefield.

Comrade-in-arms: "Beware, there are some small bumps!" ”

Then it was a rollercoaster ride that almost threw up.

Covered with rubble and wreckage, with the ability to jump over trenches and aided by jets, field scooters are able to speed over most roads with terrifying maneuverability and maneuverability.

In the midst of the bumps, I saw enemy gunboats with silver-gray armor casings and flashing blood-colored streamers.

It was now fully inside the base, and perhaps taking into account the drag caused by the canopy, the gunboat had descended to a distance of less than thirty meters from the ground.

At such a height, the gunboat can avoid colliding with the roof and affecting the forward speed, relatively speaking, it also gives us a chance.

The gunboat's side was bleached by the explosion of light blocks, and countless fragments carried the debris inside the boat, and even the human body spewed outward.

Immediately, the blast wave turned into a tangible white ring of air and spread.

Comrade-in-arms: "Watch out for sonic damage." ”

I didn't dare to slack off, and quickly operated the tactical terminal, and then the headphones made a buzzing noise.

The scooter is still moving forward quickly. As he flew through the wreckage of a building, he crashed head-on through the shockwave ring.

The head jerked back as if it were hitting a wall, and the sonic boom felt like it was about to pop the head.

The buzz in the headphones intensified, and the uncomfortable sensation caused by the sonic boom was greatly reduced.

My comrade-in-arms sitting next to me suddenly grabbed me and shook me violently.

Apostated? I tried to shake him off with the wrong hand, but his hands grabbed me so desperately that I couldn't shake him off no matter what.

The fighting dagger popped out, and in his right hand, he stabbed him in the throat from the bottom up.

I can't stab halfway through the action.

He was bleeding from all seven knots, and brain tissue was leaking out of his nostrils and ears.

Another rollercoaster bump. This time I don't need to dump him, people can't sit still.

He's like a broken puppet, letting acceleration toss him around, all with the safety belt to tie people to the car.

I was overwhelmed when I saw my comrades-in-arms like this.

"What's wrong with him?!" , slapping the other person in the front row, I desperately asked for help.

The man shook his head and confirmed to the fighter in charge of driving.

The latter glanced back, "Alas, let him go!" It's hopeless. ”

"But! What's going on? ”

"Shocked, he didn't turn on the sonic countermeasures, poor fellow."

I was taken aback.

I thought that sonic countermeasures were a device configured to make people feel better, but I didn't expect that it could kill people without this thing.

Looking at the comrades-in-arms beside him, he has already breathed out more and inhaled less.

His limbs twitched, and he saw that he could not live.

"Give him a good time!"

Before I could react, an assault rifle reached out from the driver's seat and fired a single shot at his eyebrows.

The corpse's head tilted back violently, and it ceased to twitch.

For such an inexplicable comrade-in-arms, I sighed in my heart.

I didn't take the sound resistance seriously just now.

Now that I think about it, I was so close to death.

I consider myself a veteran, but I'm still far from becoming a real old bird.

Company Commander Ruan: "Prepare for a tactical jump, enter the boat, in addition to killing and wounding people, focus on controlling the bridge of the ship, don't try to shoot it down, then we won't survive." ”

The scooter had already advanced to the position of the belly of the gunboat. Four or five tactical scooters jumped out and chased in the direction of the gunboat.

Comrade-in-arms: "We'll catch up too." ”

Together with our total of six scooters, a total of 23 people and one corpse.

We approached the wounded gunboat in a galloping jump.

At this point, the height of the target had been reduced to less than 20 meters.

In the flicker of the explosion, a scooter disappeared into flames along with the fighters inside.

I nervously prepared my weapon and checked the condition of the jetpack.

The missile warning device flashed continuously, and the streamer drew a strange trajectory in mid-air.

System: "Watch out for incoming missiles." ”

The explosion was so close to us that I couldn't dodge it with a safety belt, so I had to open the shield hidden in my right arm.

The azure transparent energy shield instantly turned red and shattered in the overload.

The screeching sound of shrapnel embedded in the body of the scooter sounded.

"Thank you, man, I've never seen anyone shoot so fast!"

I realized that I had just helped the whole car block the shrapnel attack.

Look at the shield again, the energy has been depleted and is being replenished from the tactical battery.

I am very proud of the decision to bring a shield.

Company Commander Ruan: "It's time, let's go!" ”

The bright white light flickered, and the comrades on the vehicle jumped one by one to the breach in the gunboat's side.

A line of fire with small arms was fired from the breach, presumably with the intention of the ship's personnel to prevent us from ascending.

We've also arrived at the observation room.

I activated the jetpack, let go of the safety belt, and gently released the clutch, the gravitational acceleration pressed me against the backpack, and the scenery around me suddenly shrank.

Adjusting the attitude spout on the backpack, I crashed into the gunboat like a cannonball.

The field of view darkens, and the eyepiece quickly adjusts to light. I didn't dare to stay so as not to be bumped into by my own people who came up from behind.

Rushing forward almost in the dark, it would be silly if it hit the wall. Even so, I didn't dare to slow down, and before I regained my eyesight, I stopped and was a target in the eyes of others.

Finally I could see, and I was far from the entrance to the hole, and there was just a line of fire passing by me.

I subconsciously raised my shotgun, and the high-lethal single bullet was stimulated.

The blood mist splattered in front of me, and I could only see the bloody helmet falling, but I couldn't see the figure I had hit.

I didn't have time to study the terrifying effects of the single warhead, so I continued to dodge sideways while continuing to lunge forward, and another line of fire was avoided by me.

The shotgun roared, and another corpse exploded in the blood mist.

The enemy is a standard infantry squad configuration, and there should be two more people.

I staggered and opened the jetpack at the same time, and the man rushed forward indoors, praying that he wouldn't crash to death against the wall.

An enemy turns around the corner. I didn't have time to raise my gun, and the shield was still recovering, so I had to shrink my hands and feet, hoping that the bullet shield on my chest would do its job.

It was as if someone had struck me on the chest with a hammer, and I almost lost my breath without slowing down.

Behind him, there was a lot of fire, and the enemy erupted into a cloud of blood mist, and he looked dead.

Comrade-in-arms: "You're okay!" ”

"I'm fine. Where do we go? ”

It's hard to say, but I'm really not good at discerning the direction, and I can't figure out where I am after a few jumps and forwards.

"We don't need to figure out the direction, we follow the sound of the firefight, and the captain is in front."

"Okay, let's go. I'm a melee loadout, go ahead! ”

I can't tell whether the comrades next to me are in the same car or not, and now I can't control much, and the occupation of the bridge is the focus.

Fierce firefights and explosions could be heard in the passage ahead.

Company Commander Nguyen: They were in front.