"What! No evacuation! How is this possible? How did they escape the bombing? Are you mistaken? ”

The communication loop came with a roar pointing at a certain general. In the once majestic and terrifying voice www.biquge.info of the pen and the fun and pavilion, I heard a hint of panic.

Proxima Centauri's landing force is unusual. They didn't really retreat when the planets bombarded, but lay in ambush on the surface of Mars. It is not known how they escaped the bombing, but the planetary bombing itself was carried out by them, and it is believed that it is not impossible to avoid such bombardment.

In order to avoid the bombing, our ground troops naturally returned to their bunkers, while the air force units flew to a high altitude to evade, and they would not return until the bombing had ended.

The enemy seized the opportunity of the ground forces to go underground, and the aviation units to take refuge in the air.

They set up fortification-blasting devices in the passage where the fighters entered and exited the bunker.

The wreckage fireball from mid-air was an Air Force fighter that had landed.

Although only one fighter plane fell, the impact was far-reaching.

The enemy blew up the tunnel when the last fighter plane entered, and the Tarsis theater aviation unit lost its sortie access.

Although the underground bunkers are well located and the fleet is not completely trapped, it will take time to move the group to a new sortie tunnel.

"In the unlikely event that the enemy launches a landing operation at once, regardless of casualties and repairs, we will be very passive." , Lieutenant Damon pointed out the biggest crisis of the moment.

Maybe it was just an accident, maybe the enemy's infiltrated troops got close to the sortie tunnel by mistake and delayed the time window for evacuation, maybe ......

Just as I was looking for an excuse for a tactical mistake in the surface battle, an urgent call came from the front finger.

A large number of landing craft were massed over Torsis.

Our fleet of warplanes will not be able to prevent this landing.

The former commander demanded that all units be prepared for contact warfare.

When I walked out of the company again, I was in a very different mood than before.

A few hours ago, I was still rushing to the platoon to report the good news, thinking that the victory of the battle was just around the corner. I didn't expect the situation to change so quickly, and now I have no confidence in victory.

Looking up in the direction of the crash, the flames reflected the man-made clouds red, as if blood was flowing in the air.

My heart tightened, and I was about to see the scene of Hell again.

Can you survive so lucky this time?

Back at the station, news of the failed anti-landing had already spread. The warriors were not frustrated.

It is worthy of a unit where heroes gather, and I secretly resolved in my heart that I could no longer be cowardly, and I wanted to keep up with the average of the special service company.

Two days later, the troops fighting on the surface were withdrawn one after another, and the enemy landed successfully at Torsis.

Although we failed to preserve the results of the first battle, the enemy was strong and we were weak, which was also a normal result. The morale of the troops was not affected much.

As the battle went deeper into the ground from the surface, the rumble of heavy artillery bombardment could already be heard in the fortress.

Contact warfare is inevitable.

The atmosphere in the platoon became solemn, everyone was silently preparing, and there was no longer the usual chatter and laughter.

The night of the fortress is formed by the lighting controlled by intelligent systems and thick inky clouds.

With Mars' own diurnal rhythm, day and night change together.

In order to avoid sneak attacks and to create obstacles for the enemy as much as possible, the fortress will only be dusk from today.

A man-made sunset casts a dappled cast on the buildings of the station.

It's already three o'clock in the morning, and time seems to have stopped, and the evening lights are still on everywhere.

I couldn't sleep in this strange environment, and walked out of the bunker building that served as a rest room.

In the setting sun, engineering units are dismantling the air-rail system that dots the fortress. The long metal monorail crashed under the laser cutting, stirring up a small dust explosion to drift away with the wind, leaving only a piece of nothingness, which made people feel an indescribable loss.

There was no one else who hadn't slept except me.

Medic Karin stepped out of the other break room with a solemn expression.

"Can't you sleep too?"

I walked up and chose a silly topic.

Maybe I'll never learn how to get along with girls in my life.

"It's such a boring topic, it's not popular with girls."

"It's stupid, right, I know I'm a boring person."

Although I knew it in my heart, I still felt inexplicably sad when she was judged to be stupid in person. I can't help but think of my student days, and I often made jokes because I wasn't good at dealing with girls.

Karin gestured to me with reassurance, "It's a little silly, but it's silly and cute...... Don't worry, there will still be girls who like silly boys like you. ”

"You don't have to comfort me, you know your own affairs, I don't have a woman in my life."

I don't know why I suddenly became depressed, maybe it was due to the tension before the war. But when I discuss with girls that I don't have a woman, I always feel that even I am starting to hate such a character.

"How could it be, at least I ......"

"Look! What is that? ”

A small black dot swept through the air. If it weren't for its perfect trajectory, which looked so well planned, I might have mistaken it for a small gravel falling from the top of the bunker.

"Drones, warn quickly, the enemy is coming".

Karin reacted much more calmly than I did. While I was stunned, she had already issued a warning to the platoon-level communication loop through her personal terminal. She then rushed to the makeshift infirmary, where she was at her combat post.

Seeing her back disappear around the corner of the sniper tower, I wanted to stop her and ask what the second half of the sentence meant?

Is she a girl who likes a fool like me?

Watching her back disappear in a hurry, I hated my cowardly character.

The black dot drew an arc in mid-air and was about to turn in the direction of the artillery position. The lines of fire flickered, and after struggling for a while, it plunged headlong into the positions of its brothers.

Platoon-level communications require all to enter combat positions.

I'm still thinking that just a drone, at most, for reconnaissance, won't be so aggressive.

There was a dense howling sound in the air. Where the drone fell, a pillar of smoke and fire rose up. A visible aura of air spread over the fortress.

Then there was an explosion, a deafening accent that nearly knocked me out. I fumbled to put on my enclosed helmet, and the shock of the rumbling cannon subsided.

Just as he was about to inquire whose position was shelled and what the casualties were, the clamor above his head sounded again.

Subconsciously ducked back into the bunker, but no explosion was heard.

After being stunned for a while, I realized that the second shelling came from my own side.

There is no arrangement in the platoon for the time being, and I plan to go and see the rest of the squad and hope that no one will get hurt.

Before the body left the bunker, a new wave of shells screamed again. Sparks flew from the position, and I had to go back to cover for the third time.

The siege and defense of the fortress began with the exchange of heavy artillery fire. The shelling continued for half an hour, and when I thought the shelling was going to continue, everything was calm again.

While our heads were still buzzing, we received a message from the division headquarters asking all units to send medical personnel to support the second battalion.