"Who came up with this damn landing, I cursed his ancestors!"

Davis is basically a chatterbox. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He doesn't have the so-called belly slander ability, everything is presented in the form of scolding in the headphones.

The noise makes me miss the days when there was no wireless communication.

The experimental exoskeleton is equipped with the latest microwave communicator, which can ensure a class-level communication link within 50 meters of the strongest interference.

"This is another big advantage of special forces over normal forces. Presumably, the enemy does not have a similar microwave communication system, so as long as we do not encounter their special forces in the operation, we will have a considerable information advantage. ”

Before we set off, Senior Colonel Galen, who was in charge of special operations, said this to us.

But I don't believe his side of the story.

In actual contact, the enemy's technological level is much more advanced than ours. Their grassroots tactical links have not yet been completely cracked.

In my opinion, the so-called inferences are nothing more than consolation rhetoric, and tend to be more self-deceptive.

I prefer to think of the enemy as an elite unit with 100-meter wireless communication capabilities under high-intensity interference.

The two of us were two bombs without fuses, following the pattern of free fall towards the target, and an enemy divisional headquarters located on the cliff wall fell down.

According to the tactical plan, the detachment fought in two groups in tandem.

A group of four people landed first, as close as possible to the headquarters, and prepared for a feint battle, while my group fell from the sky and destroyed the access control system of the enemy headquarters at the first time.

As long as the alloy gate at the entrance is not closed at the first time, the detachment will forcibly break through the defense line of the guard unit with the individual combat effectiveness comparable to that of heavy infantry.

After entering the headquarters, we will destroy all kinds of command equipment as much as possible, kill and injure all personnel who can be killed, and calmly evacuate before the arrival of enemy reinforcements.

"What if the enemy happens to have heavy infantry, or simply rams their special forces?"

At the tactical guidance meeting before departure, the Nguyen team raised issues that everyone was concerned about.

The colonel hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hands to us.

"If that happens, you'll have to ask for your own blessings."

What irresponsible remarks. There was an urge to throw the coffee cup in his face.

It took me a lot of effort to exercise restraint, otherwise I might have been pushed to the end of my newly promoted rank.

The colonel's meaning is to sum up that the success of the mission and the safety of the special operations detachment are all pinned on luck.

On the way to the mission location, I prayed inwardly to all known and unknown gods and Buddhas, hoping that luck would favor us.

And now, during the landing, as soon as the reverse jet of the buffer engine was turned on, I saw the entrance of the headquarters, in addition to the normal infantry squad stationed, there was actually a heavy infantry standing there.

"Don't be so lucky! Hit the jackpot on the first strike. ”

Davis's complaint, and I was speechless.

Although reason has repeatedly emphasized that it is not my fault, my experience and intuition tell me that eighty percent of such "outstanding" luck comes from the "lucky general's" rebellious physique.

"Thanks to the strong interference of all frequencies, our landing method can achieve the purpose of suddenness to the greatest extent. Without the help of specialized equipment, it is difficult for ordinary light infantry to effectively intercept bomb-like descending special services. ”

This is another Galen famous saying, and winning in his mouth is as simple as drinking water and eating.

"This judgment is useful only when the opponent is light infantry. If he's attacked by a heavy infantry with a sharper detection system, his words are like fart. ”

I couldn't agree more with Team Nguyen's seemingly rude assessment.

By the time I slowed down in the air, the unexpected heavy infantry had already raised their guns and was ready to shoot.

It turned out that we were going to be out of luck.

At the entrance of the target, no one from the infantry squad had yet to come up with weapons that could effectively strike us, and the most agile soldiers only raised their heads in confusion.

The problem is with the heavy infantry.

Assault rifles for heavy infantry modified with small-caliber airborne machine guns can penetrate as easily as pieces of paper against the armor of combat vehicles, not to mention the reinforced exoskeletons on our bodies.

Its muzzle is about to reach the firing window, and if we don't respond, the next moment we will be bombarded into a broken sieve by machine guns.

When I think of the tragic situation of the heavy exoskeletons on the battlefield that were destroyed by the heavy infantry of the same class, I strongly hope that it will not become like that.

Driven by a strong sense of disgust, I want to make a judgment as soon as possible.

What to do?

The free-fall motion is decelerated by the reverse jet and falls towards the ground at a greater angle. On the other hand, I became a slow-moving target in the eyes of the enemy.

If you give up the reverse spray, or even change your attitude to accelerate in the air, you may be able to escape the end of being smashed by machine guns, but you will face the result of falling to death.

The reloaded exoskeleton might be able to withstand a similar blow, but I can't be in it, I guess I'll be reduced to pulp.

No matter how you look at it, it's a mortal ending, and there's no more time to buffer.

But now I really don't want to die.

If, in the intensive care room, I still thought of escaping this hellish war with the help of death, then my chest is now full of desire to survive.

I have a goddess named Karin in my heart, and I don't want her to be sad because of me again, I want to live for her and fight for her.

How full the ideal is, how skinny the reality is.

I am on the verge of life and death, and every road in front of me seems to lead to death.

Time does not allow me to think too much, I must make a decision on the spot.

"Davis, cover me!"

"What, you're crazy!"

Amid the screams of my companions, I opened the chest exit of the exoskeleton, exposing my body directly to the outside world without any protection.

The rocket backpack worked at full strength, and the reverse jet minimized the overall fall speed of my equipment.

At that moment, I lifted my legs hard, and my body fell downward as I separated from the reinforced skeleton as fast as I could, and the reinforced exoskeleton suddenly became lighter, and instead jumped upwards under the effect of the rocket backpack.

On the ground, flames flickered from the muzzles of the heavy infantry, and I felt the scorching energy passing by.

I was only ten meters above the ground, and although I wasn't fast, I had no protection, not even a helmet. Just like that, he fell to the ground empty-handed.

As I fell, I rolled forward, and the barricades, stones, and pavement wore out my skin-like combat uniform.

A dull explosion was heard overhead. Smoke, fireballs, and air waves are several times larger than when a normal exoskeleton is hit.

They must not have imagined that not only did I give up my biggest reliance, an enhanced exoskeleton that could be used as armor, but also blew myself up with everything that could blow myself up, including the rocket backpack.

Even with my back to the explosion point and I deliberately closed my eyes early, I could still feel the glare that stinged my eyeballs through my eyes.

Now is the time. Ignoring the pain of my skin being torn, I ignored the abnormal bending of my left leg and leaped desperately to the feet of the enemy's heavy infantry.

At this time, it was still busy raising its cannon to shoot at Davis.

I lifted my left hand, which was closest to it, and noticed that my arm was limited in movement, so I used my right hand to assist my left hand.

There was a sound of muscle tendon tearing at the shoulder.

The pain was sweating, and I couldn't care so much about grabbing the emergency wrench in the right hip of the hoplite.

Pull down firmly.

A familiar scene. The blonde girl's frightened eyes gripped my heart.

Am I going to kill an underage child again?

Anger, disappointment, sadness, and a hint of madness made me stop.

I stared blankly at the bare piloting space of the hoplites.

I knew I was in the way of Davis's machine guns. If you don't leave in time, you will either be crushed by your own artillery fire, or let your comrades miss the best opportunity to destroy the enemy and kill the whole team.

But if the blonde girl doesn't disappear, I can't move, my body can't move. Like a fool, I stood in front of the muzzles of friendly guns, and froze there.

Didn't you say you wanted to live for Karin? Breaking your promise so soon?

The figure in front of me moved, and the blonde guy who was not a girl or a teenager showed a look of shock and disgust, and raised his leg to kick me down. He held the pistol in his hand and shot it as soon as he raised it.

I was kicked awake by him. Judging that he didn't have time to retreat with his whole body, he could only try to turn sideways and give him the side of his body.

I had a sharp pain in my shoulder and I was shot.