I followed the captain, panting forward. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info I really didn't expect the captain who was lightly armed to run so fast. I guess I can't compare to the speed of escape.

The preparation of enemy fire continues. Each time the railgun landed on top of the bunker, it reverberated through the depths of the earth. Knock knock, knock it makes my brain hurt.

According to the captain, this was not the handiwork of the Star Destroyer, but on the tracks, where the main guns of those combat ships were firing.

Ever since we got acquainted, he was no longer the cold Captain Smith, but a brother who could be entrusted with life and death. His face was very bad, which illustrated the gravity of the situation. The addition of enemy battleships to the bombardment heralded the complete defeat of our fleet, at least in the vicinity of the Martian fortress, where the Proxima Centauri fleet had absolute superiority.

We can only be trapped on the surface of Mars, and we are alone.

I'm tempted to ask, what's next? In case reinforcements don't come, will we hold on forever? After hesitating for a while, he didn't ask after all.

The railgun has terrifying kinetic energy and penetrating power, and it has a small killing range compared to planetary bombardment and nuclear weapons, but it can threaten even the strongest bunkers. As long as there are large-caliber railguns cruising in satellite orbits, there is theoretically no real safe place on the planet's surface. No matter how strong the command is, it can be penetrated in one or two bombardments.

Just now, we crossed the third floor, and a railshell pierced the concrete roof of the first two floors, and went all the way through the floor of the third floor. A cavity about five meters in diameter permeated the entire bunker. The captain said that only the command headquarters, which was located directly below us, covered with starship armor, was able to withstand the railgun attack. It can be said that every hit of the railgun is directed at our headquarters, which will seriously weaken the morale of the defenders.

I looked through the hole in the second layer into the hole that reached deep underground, and I couldn't help but swallow. Imagining the sad scene of being directly hit by the railgun, the hairs on his neck stood up.

The captain carried the binoculars, and I carried the microwave communication machine on my back.

This is the second time I've been on the surface.

The positions were under enemy interference. With the exception of microwave communication, which can be used at very short distances, the usual wireless communication methods have been paralyzed. We shall not use microwaves and wirelines to coordinate and communicate information.

Relatively speaking, the enemy is no better. The full-spectrum interference of the positions greatly weakened the enemy's communication and coordination capabilities, and the war was regressed here for nearly a thousand years, returning to the period when light weapons dominated the battle.

This reconnaissance is a continuation of the old tactic. We need to confirm with the naked eye the enemy's disposition of forces and the direction of attack.

The surface of the bunker was barren. It's night on Mars. The gray clouds block out the starlight, the temperature drops to -130 degrees Celsius, and any exposed skin is instantly frostbitten. The fully enclosed combat suit and oxygen supply equipment make us look like astronauts on a spacewalk, bloated and sluggish.

The surface position, which was once densely covered with tunnels and defensive facilities, seems to have weathered for tens of thousands of years, and everything is only an outline. Occasionally, you can see weathered humanoid corpses, and they also seem to have gone through thousands of years, and they can't see their gender, and even their human form is difficult to maintain. When I saw them, I couldn't help but wonder if I would be like this.

My question is destined to go unanswered.

Walking through the undulating terrain, I prayed in my heart that I would not run into enemies. I don't want to be one of these corpses.

"Captain, what if the enemy launches a planetary bombardment? There is no way we will be back in the bunker in time. I didn't want to be seen as a coward, but the doubts in my heart lingered, and I finally spoke out.

"They won't bomb again unless they want to wipe out the landing force altogether." , the captain replied nonchalantly, he was busy with his telescope looking for the enemy's staging place.

"If we defeat the landing force, will there be another bombardment......"

I was pushed and fell into the trench in a whirlwind. Struggling to get up, the captain was already moving quickly along the trench. I grabbed my assault rifle and followed.

The wind was so strong in the position that it was hard to discern that something was approaching us. Towards the corner, the captain slowed down, and we covered each other to advance cautiously.

I secretly complained that I didn't want to have a firefight when I was covered, and it was very uncomfortable to be targeted. I didn't want to cover the captain for a firefight, and I knew my marksmanship, and it was great to be able to keep the nails from hitting him, let alone cover the battle.

In the entanglement, the two took turns to advance. Finally, the infrared spectrum captured the laser aiming beam, swaying on the pit wall ahead.

The two of us waited in a kneeling position.

"Pay attention to concealment, turn off the active source sight." , the captain's reminder was still a step too late. I panicked and closed the sight, but when I couldn't call up the passive crosshair, the red sight stopped swaying at the speed of light, and the other party was alert to our presence.

The tunnel was quiet, the wind whistled and I could only hear my own heavy breathing.

How many seconds did the stalemate last? Or a few minutes? Sweat soaked through my clothes, and I didn't dare to blink my eyes, for fear that I would never have a chance to open them again after closing them. The fingers on the trigger trembled slightly, and I was worried about the stiffness of my fingers at the critical moment, and the mis-triggering misfire. The stalemate almost drove me crazy, and I even wanted to rush out like that, and the gunshots rang out and it was gone.

"Where is hell?" , the captain's voice scared me so much that I almost shot.

"Hell isn't here, it's under our feet." In the encrypted communication loop, a hoarse answer came.

"Your own people, be careful of accidental injury."

The captain put away his gun and found that I was still nervous there with my gun. So he held my gun with one hand and stuck the trigger with the other.

"Okay brother, your own people, relax."

The figure who walked around the corner, wearing our army's standard combat uniform, could not see clearly under the helmet and armor.

"Rookie?"

"Well, it's too nervous, just go through it a few more times."

I bowed my head in shame, feeling that I had dragged my feet at the critical moment.

The man was a scout from the next area, who had shown us the enemy's staging area and disappeared into the wilderness. He is a veteran, calm and calm.

"When can I become like him?"

"As long as you live long enough."

The captain insisted on observing the enemy with himself. We found an anticline at a distance of one kilometer from the assembly area and began to reconnoitre.

The climate of Mars has been severely affected by the bombing. Sand, dust, anomalous electromagnetic radiation, thunderstorms, and jamming signals from both sides of the battle. Except for the naked eye and a handful of microwave detection devices, any advanced sensing device is nothing more than a pile of garbage.

In my eyes, there was nothing on the dark horizon. But the captain was different, he watched carefully, and from time to time he made notes on the terminal.

"Can you really see the enemy? Why didn't I find anything? I couldn't help but ask.

"Pay attention to the details, pay attention to the changes in the night against the dark background, and then analyze the distribution of electromagnetic signals through passive sensors, you can roughly predict the location, number, and even type of enemy."

The captain did not look back while observing the records and answering them, and I admired them more and more for those who have been on the verge of life and death all year round.

A peculiar howl pierced the clouds and drowned out the wind. The captain stopped his reconnaissance and listened carefully.

Then he began to pack up quickly, urging me to follow.

"Hurry up, this is the enemy's heavy artillery firing, and they will attack when the fire is ready."

The Captain's words were accompanied by explosions unlike any other I knew. The deafening roar nearly threw me off the ground, and orange fireballs continued to rise in the distance of the position. The dense fireballs connected the city, forming a wall of fire more than ten meters high and advancing in our direction.

"Doesn't look like it's going to hit us, is it?"

"Yes, if we don't run, the shells will fall on our heads in a while, and if not killed, they will be shocked to death."

The captain quickened his run.

I struggled to swallow the saliva I was trying to secrete, ignoring my body's signals to rest, and staggered to keep up.

I don't want to be hit on the head by a heavy gun.