"Planet bombing! Into the bunker ......"

The squad leader screamed and ran along the pit first. I followed him www.biquge.info The tired body burst out with new strength, and even he was surprised by his agility.

An alarm sounded in the communication loop, and more and more soldiers joined the frenzy. The trench turns into a traffic trench, and then there is the entrance to the underground bunker. In just 500 meters, the distance of a few steps is now like there is no end, and the process of running makes people feel extraordinarily long.

After a few bombings, you can understand how I'm feeling right now. It is better to be ridiculed as a rat in the sewers than to be exposed to the damage of bombing.

The brave men who dared to face the bombing were undoubtedly admirable, but they certainly did not survive until the bombing was over.

Before joining the army, I thought I was a brave man, but now, I just want to be able to sleep peacefully in a soft bed, and I have no extravagant hopes for the future.

Running into the entrance to the bunker, the heavy alloy door was slowly closing amid the sound of the alarm. Like the other lucky ones, I can't care about the fate of those who are too far from the entrance to take refuge in time. We continued to run as hard as we could, finding a spare lift, and the car was not full and we hurriedly pressed the descent button.

Experience has taught me that you have to leave the surface before the bombardment happens.

The high-speed elevator swooped deep into the ground with a humming sound, and I was panting like tattered leather. The assault rifle was lost, and only one glove remained. The people in the car were all embarrassed, and people couldn't do anything but gasp for breath right now.

"After you go down, remember to find a warehouse to replenish equipment and ammunition, and you will have to go up desperately in a while, you can't do it empty-handed."

The squad leader, Wan Tianhao, is a big veteran and my clan, and he usually takes good care of me. It is said that he survived the previous battles. I nodded to him reluctantly, signaling that we would be restocked in time.

The bunker is built underground, with a total of ten floors, each of which is 100 meters high, and the internal space is huge. The layers are separated by concrete partitions and columns doped with high-energy ray-absorbing materials.

In order to survive the planetary bombardment, such a bunker structure must go down to the bottom.

Without waiting for the elevator to stop, someone jumped off the support table, activated the pressurization device, and began to prepare the one-man oxygen supply, which were all necessary equipment to ensure that they survived the bombing.

There are constantly people coming down from different lifts or elevators to the 10th basement floor. Everyone silently waited for the terrifying moment that was about to happen.

I don't know how many times it was, but I went from being an ignorant and fearless person at the beginning, to now I have a deep fear buried in my heart. The bombing from the orbit of the satellite can directly turn a beautiful planet into hell, not to mention that the landform of Mars is not much different from hell.

With the click of the electromagnetic lock, the layers are isolated from each other. There are no more elevators or lifts to get there.

I counted less than 30 times in my mind, and a low shock wave passed over my head.

No one who has never experienced the bombing can never imagine what a horror this muffled shaking was. The bunker trembled in the tremors, as if it were collapsing at any moment. The tinnitus has not stopped since the bombardment began.

After a few efforts, I finally held my head in my hands, my teeth chattered, and my body trembled uncontrollably. Others are no better, and it is not a matter of guts and courage, but a shiver from the depths of the soul.

It was as if a terrifying beast was trying to get in from outside, and the muffled sound of the impact continued. When the reverberation finally quieted down and it felt like maybe it was all over, the air hissed into a stream of air, flowing out through the cracks in the bunker. This is a special phenomenon caused by atmospheric cavities after intense combustion. The lucky ones who escaped the destruction of the internal organs by the blast wave and avoided the scorching fire will eventually die due to lack of oxygen or collision with debris in the raging air currents.

If it weren't for the pressurizer, no one here would have escaped death.

Even with all the preparations, a temporary lack of oxygen is unavoidable. Synthetic oxygen, mixed with the smell of unpleasant chemicals, accompanies us for at least half an hour.

No one spoke, everyone was silently doing their own thing, or simply in a daze.

I kept cursing my rash decision inwardly. On impulse, I signed up for the Volunteers and was thrown into the defense of the Martian colony.

The battle was not the blood of imagination, there was no face-to-face fight with the enemy, there was no emotion of generous death, there was only an endless retreat. Retreat from the surface to the tunnel, and retreat from the tunnel to the underground. Planetary bombardment after planetary bombardment, the enemy's Star Destroyer seemed to be running out of bombs. Sometimes I wonder if the enemy wants to wipe out the defenders' artillery fire.

Cold-faced Captain Smith stood up, carefully discerning the outside world and trying to connect to the communications systems of the other zones to determine if the bombing was over. His efforts failed. The communication circuit finally did not survive the bombing.

As a last resort, he took a microwave communicator to the upper floor to check on the situation, and I was one of the two lucky ones he randomly named.

I looked at the class leader, hoping that he would give me some encouragement or something. What caught his eye was his shadow shrinking into the corner, and he was trying to make his tall figure less conspicuous. It turns out that this is how he survived the first few blockades, and I can't help but be angry. It's a shame that I still want to learn more about the rules of battlefield survival from him.

Picking up the assault rifle I had just replenished, I followed the captain without looking at the cowardly figure again.

The lift lost momentum and climbed a thousand meters on its legs, which was a tiring task even with the help of a strengthened individual exoskeleton.

We gasped and passed through the ninth and eighth floors of the basement that were intact. The captain is the company commander of the third company of the brothers, and he usually does not smile. His soldiers were afraid of him, and when they got close to him at this time, the feeling of depression was really unbearable. I'm starting to regret following him.

Although the overall structure of the seventh floor is intact, the soldiers who have no choice but to hide here are not good. The level's supercharger failed, and for a time it became a vacuum, and all moving objects, including humans, were sucked into various crevices. The life detector did not respond, and an entire layer of people died silently.

I remember that at the beginning of the campaign, everyone did not understand the horror of the bombing, and countless soldiers lost their lives in a daze.

After checking and seeing no living people, the captain led us to continue the climb, his expression unchanged throughout.

From the sixth floor, the structure of the bunker was damaged to varying degrees, and the unfortunate stranded soldiers were even more dead.

The higher you go, the more damage the bunker will be. When I got to the location where it was supposed to be the third basement floor, the road was blocked by sand and soil and was impassable. A high-level bunker with a single-story height of 100 meters was blown up to 300 meters, and the intensity of this bombing was far greater than before.

"It's finally getting started!" After the captain said this sentence without a clue, he continued to climb.

We struggled to find an exit from the adjacent weak current passage between the bunkers. The captain instructed us to microwave the location of the exit while searching for the advance.

The outside was gray, and the orange-red sky of Mars, with its characteristic mixture of sand and dust, was obscured by thick and thick ash, and from time to time huge lightning bolts pierced the dome through the sky.

The air is cloudy and visibility is extremely low. The only thing that is fortunate is that the radiation concentration is still within the safe range. In this case, we did not dare to take off the oxygen mask. It's been an hour with the damn mask on, and it's hard to describe, but it looks like we're going to have to endure it again.

The division of labor between the three people, the captain liaises with friendly forces, mainly to obtain battlefield information, as well as the latest orders of the previous commander, and I am responsible for scouting the situation in the vicinity. The other is moving towards friendly positions, and he will attempt to make contact with them.

The captain's attempt at intelligence sharing was not smooth, the interference on the position was too strong, and although he knew that the friendly forces had sent information, he could only parse out meaningless junk data after receiving it.

I circled around the exit, and everything was blown up beyond recognition, and it was like a desolate satellite surface.

The captain still had a good idea, he fiddled with the field communication repeater for a while, and barely completed the docking of the information chain.

"Got in touch, there's a whole squadron of tanks here!" The excited shouts of his companion were heard in the communication circuit, and his voice became shrill with excitement.

"Very well, do they share information with the former finger? I need to connect the battlefield coordination system through their circuit, and it would be better to be able to find a backup circuit, one channel is very unreliable......"

While the captain was busy coordinating battlefield data, I picked up his telescope and looked at the sky over the position that was gradually emerging from the dust.

The blue light flickered and disappeared, no sound could be heard, no outline could be seen, something was approaching the position from above.

"Landing craft! The enemy came up. The captain did not know how to determine the whereabouts of the enemy, and after shouting a warning, he hurriedly pulled me into the underground tunnel.

Violent explosions, gray-black shrapnel, everything looked chaotic under the orange-red ball of light.

We almost fell victim to the enemy's leading fire, but with the help of the turn of the tunnel, we managed to escape, and the place where we had just been was in flames.

It was also the first time I had experienced a shelling in the true sense of the word, with piercing screams, overwhelming vibrations, and sudden strikes, which had a completely different rhythm from the same star.

"Don't be stunned, get ready to fight, the enemy is coming."

The captain gave me a push before consciousness returned to my body. The battle is about to begin, and the face-to-face battle with the enemy is about to begin. I clenched my assault rifle tightly, my arm trembling uncontrollably.