The cheers turned into screams and wails that I will never forget. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

People suddenly turned from great joy to great sorrow, and the vast majority of people were stunned.

The Martian Children militia remained sluggish for several minutes, during which time I watched hundreds of dominoes fall down.

Questioning voices of soldiers and officers were heard in the headphones, and some in the special forces were puzzled by the commander's orders. Among them, Company Commander Ruan's questioning was the most acute.

The special forces command did not answer all questions and demanded that all tactical units resolutely carry out the order.

The battlefield was steaming with blood mist, limbs and wreckage flying. The militia who called for his mother to save his life dragged his broken leg to the ground and crawled on the ground, and was shot in the head and turned into a corpse. The companions fell one after another, and the frenzied warriors fired indiscriminately around them, and many of them were inexplicably hit and fell.

The officers tried their best to maintain order in the troops, but in desperation, gunshots rang out, and all militia officers who dared to reveal their identities were sniped.

I recovered from the initial shock. The eyes are torn apart, but there is no way to change the status quo.

Although I am cowardly, vulnerable, and afraid of death, I am not without a sense of right and wrong. Seeing allies treated like this, how can they embrace the status quo?

My strength is very weak, and I want to change the status quo, neither in terms of ability nor time.

But if I don't work hard, I may not be able to feel at ease for the rest of my life.

I had to act.

The only way to stop the tragedy from continuing is to attack the headquarters of the special forces and force the commander to cancel the order to attack.

I realized that I had to move fast, to move through the battlefield, to find a command command that was hiding in a good position to direct the battle.

Since it is a special operation, the command is not necessarily a fixed position, maybe a command vehicle, or it may look like a tactical infantry squad. In any case, the command must have a high-power communication transmitter and a strong electromagnetic interference capability. The best way to spot the command is to judge by the density of the electromagnetic signal. It's a pity I don't have the relevant equipment to check the magnetic flux. You can only judge the location of the commander by relying on the naked eye.

Relying on one person, let alone capturing the commander of the special forces, even the discovery of the command seems to be an impossible task.

I didn't have any hope of success, I just didn't want to do nothing and just watch the tragedy happen.

The first thing to do is to find the former enemy command of the special forces.

I'm not supposed to be in a hidden position where the Command is stationed.

The view here is not bad, but the terrain is empty and there is a lack of solid cover, so it is not a good choice.

The direction of the base is impossible, it was still in the control area of the devil troops just now, and the command of the troops to put it there was purely to find death.

The rear of the ambush circle should not either. This direction is on the main traffic artery, and it will be interfered with in all directions, which is not conducive to the needs of the stability of the command.

To sum up, the general direction of the special forces command should be directly in front of my position, in an area of about 70 degrees.

To find the target, you have to traverse the entire battlefield.

I couldn't help but cringe at the hellish scene.

Tell yourself in your heart that you are a warrior and that you have to fight for what you believe in. No matter how dangerous the environment is, it is not a reason to abandon beliefs.

While cheering myself up, I stepped out of cover and prepared to make my way through the chaos of the battlefield.

The area of the battlefield area is not very large. But it's the most chaotic place I've ever seen, not one of them.

There are the wreckage of chariots, heavy infantry and other equipment, as well as the ruins of buildings. You can see the rout of the devils fleeing, and you can also see the dying militia who curse God.

The lines of fire were staggered, and the explosions were continuous. Danger can strike in almost every direction, every inch of land. During the journey, if you want to get out of the way, you must not only be bold and sharp, but also not bad luck.

Feel the heat wave of the explosion around you and avoid the debris of waste in mid-air. Even with optical camouflage, it's not easy here.

There was a constant storm of Gray's grenades creating a storm of murderous shrapnel all around, and every time you heard the sound of curling fire overhead, you had to look for craters or ideas to cover your figure.

After a while, along with the sound of explosions, there were all kinds of things that could tear flesh apart.

I rushed left and right on the battlefield, trying to choose a zigzag route from one bunker to another. Every sprint is a desperate process. On the chaotic battlefield, any stray bullet or single ticket can easily tear people apart.

I saw many militiamen, who did not know the iron rules of survival on the battlefield, and ran into this territorial place without cover. Every once in a while, a group of militiamen fell.

In the few minutes I had rushed into battle, I had already seen dozens of people lose their lives senselessly.

Compared to the militia of the children of Mars, who behaved badly, the rout of the devils had already passed the initial panic period. If these people don't die in the first place, they become dangerous again.

Although their presence poses a threat to the large army, it cannot be ignored by individual soldiers.

I saw that there were ghost soldiers hiding behind the wreckage of a heavy infantry, sniping at all the moving targets that could be seen on the battlefield.

I don't have any mental barriers to them. When passing by, with optical camouflage, by the way, destroy them with an axe.

For the other group of people, those special forces with a line and body, my attitude is much more complicated. They are all former warriors, and no matter what, it is a vocation to carry out orders as a warrior. Even if what they do is evil, it is the people who give the order, not them, who really deserve to be punished. Not to mention the existence of a soldier like Company Commander Nguyen, who is himself a fighter against the massacre of the militia.

Before I can't figure out the situation and distinguish right from wrong, I won't shoot at them except for self-preservation. I was scared, very scared of killing the wrong person. The thought of those lying in a pool of blood, perhaps the real comrades who opposed the massacre mission, made it impossible for me to make up my mind to attack.

At this point, avoiding is the best way to go. For this I chose a slightly farther route, following a winding path across the entire battlefield.

When I finally stood out from the chaotic world of death, I felt like I had escaped from the ascension.

Preparations are underway to find the location of the command of the special forces. The whine in the headphones reappears. This time it was no longer a command-and-answer form, but a stern baritone broadcast.

"Attention all warriors, immediately cripple the enemy, hand it over to the follow-up brother forces, and now start attacking the base core of the Martian Child."

I let out a long sigh and almost sat down on the floor.

Launching an attack on the core of the base, as the name suggests, is to press forward and begin the final liquidation of the Martian Child.

It was not easy to cross the battlefield, and as a result, the special forces command was about to be transferred.

The important organs in the transfer will be protected by elites, and they will not be approachable at all.

I can't help but be discouraged, did I run out of good luck some time ago?

Then I felt a different vibration. I looked around, and in addition to the complexes of the base, there were empty and uninhabited roads, as well as the telex facilities and tracks of the internal traffic loop.

The tremors were faintly transmitted from the ground. I gathered my gaze, and hundreds of meters away, a large area seemed to have transparent glass moving in the air.

By the time I realized what I was facing, the vibration was very close. I didn't dare to make too much movement, wrapped in optical camouflage, squatted on the spot, and moved towards the roadbed at an extremely slow pace.

The roar came to me in an instant, and a huge armored command vehicle appeared in front of me.

No matter which direction you come from, it's too late to escape.