Induction mines are detonated by sound and vibration. The www.biquge.info attack aircraft of the pen "Fun" Pavilion turned into scattered clouds of debris, covering a large area.

The exchange of fire on the position stalled, and the movement of the attack planes exploding and landing was particularly obvious.

There were cheers from the communication circuit, and I could hear that it was the joy of the person who was about to drown, and suddenly found that the lifebuoy was at hand. Small arms, recoilless guns, grenade launchers, and other defender equipment roared in unison.

The lines of fire in mid-air are staggered and messy. I ran as hard as I could. The captain was buried under the wreckage and he had to be rescued.

There was smoke and a choking smell of burnt. The scorched black parts all over the ground, the skin of the fuselage became the only intact part left of the attack aircraft. The explosion of the energy core continues, and the burning of the detonator is not over. Ignoring the half-meter-high wall of fire and the metallic air, I searched the scene frantically.

The captain, who was a stranger a few hours ago, was like a loved one in distress at this time, and it made me worry a lot. I finally understand the relationship between my comrades.

The temperature of the wreckage was extremely high, and the infantry combat uniform and tactical gloves were not enough to completely insulate from the heat. My hands were burned, and there was a burning pain in my feet, but I didn't give up.

Using both hands and feet, and the butt of an assault rifle, I finally dug up the human body wrapped in an infantry combat uniform. With all the strength of the milk, the black figure was dragged to safety.

After a while, with a violent cough, the human form finally regained consciousness, and the captain was still alive, tears of excitement gushing out of his breath.

Good news came from the communication loop that the enemy had retreated. Leaving behind a few hoplites and a dozen mechanized infantry, they ended their assault on the position.

The shelter on the fourth basement floor was used as a rest area, and there were not enough chairs, so everyone sat on the ground. While nibbling on dry food, he took turns drinking water in a large vat. Fatigue invades the whole body, and I don't want to stand up after sitting down.

Here, the good mood brought by repelling the enemy is shattered by the cruel reality. In our district, there were originally more than 60 people left, and less than 20 people were able to come back alive. The information coming from the rest of the position was similar, and we paid a great price to repel the enemy's attack.

"It's impossible to hold the next attack, let's retreat." Wan Tianhao proposed that he was the one with the neatest combat uniform among the survivors. There was no one around him to follow, and his comrades-in-arms looked at him with a strange expression. He didn't care about the gaze of the people around him, and puffed out his nimble tongue to try to convince the captain.

"Can't withdraw, this time it's fire reconnaissance, and their human soldiers haven't been on the field yet. Retreating at this point would have made them guess that we had lost a lot. ", the captain looked comical with a bandage on his face and a burn ointment on his neck. But no one laughed at him, no one laughed at the real battlefield hero, no matter how ridiculous his image was.

"It's all you said, this time it's fire reconnaissance, and the next enemy attack will be more fierce, just rely on a few of us, it's useless!"

"Wan Tianhao, pay attention to your tone!" , blurted out the words of reprimand, and then found out that it was inappropriate. He's a sergeant, after all, and I'm not even a regular soldier

, I am not qualified to reprimand him at all.

Sure enough, he turned his face with unscathing contempt and contempt.

"I thought someone was yelling there, it turned out to be Zhao Ping! Where did you go to the battle just now? Why didn't I, the squad leader, even see your hair, are you hiding in the corner and shivering? Now that it's safe, just jump out of the fox and fake tiger, do you really think that Lao Tzu can't control you? The reason why our class can't exert its combat effectiveness is because of you kid. Look at Lao Tzu if he doesn't send you to the overseer team, he will kill you! ”

I was choked by his snatching for a while, and I couldn't speak. The strange glances from my comrades-in-arms made me feel very uncomfortable. It's also true that he keeps saying that I'm a soldier in his squad, and now I'm really hard to argue.

Wan Tianhao is very big, and he can't help but say that he wants to drag me. My comrades-in-arms, who didn't know the inside story, watched coldly from the sidelines, and no one helped me.

"Sergeant Wan, let's first introduce to you how to keep your combat uniform neat and tidy in battle." The captain put his hand on his shoulder, and the huge man immediately became half shorter, and a painful look appeared on his face.

"Captain...... I'm dealing with things in my own class, and you're too lenient! With oil and sweat on his face, Wan Tianhao was still stiff-mouthed.

"Of course I don't care about your class. But you're talking to my soldier, and you're scolding me as a company commander when you call him a deserter. He was the one who dragged me out of the fire just now, and if you want to be a deserter, everyone here should be court-martialed! ”

He ...... He is the ...... of our second company Ah, Captain, everyone's their own people. ”

"What? He is your subordinate, how come I don't know, Charlie, check the database, and see which army Zhao Ping belongs to. After the captain's command, the communications non-commissioned officer connected to the personnel database of the troops.

"Zhao Ping, a volunteer recruited before the war, is now subordinate to the third company, one platoon, one squad, and the rank is a private."

"Huh!"

Wan Tianhao and I were both surprised. He was wondering when my formation ran three times in a row. For the first time, I knew that I had become a member of the full staff.

Then it dawned on me that it must be the captain, and he helped me get the official establishment of the unit. I have a better understanding of the comradeship.

With pride, I shook off Wan Tianhao's big hand.

"Humph! The combat effectiveness of your class is determined by your courage. Seeing his face turn blue, I felt an indescribable joy in my heart.

People are like that, once recognized, they have a sense of identity. It turned out that he always thought that he was a civilian, and that Lao Tzu Volunteer Army was synonymous with arming the common people. Although I want to defend my homeland, I always feel that the army is someone else's business, and I don't have a sense of urgency, and I don't have a strong sense of crisis. Now I'm a private, and I'm a full-fledged member of the Space Force, albeit at the lowest level. The crisis facing the troops, the urgency of the current war situation, and the development of the war situation have suddenly become my own affairs. The more ferocious attack that I was about to face really worried me.

The Captain sent forward as a commander to assess the battlefield and asked for reinforcements. At the subsequent coordination meeting, he asked us to be mentally prepared, "Now that the war situation is dangerous, even if there are reinforcements, there will not be too many." He asked us to base ourselves on the existing forces, collect anti-tank mines and induction mines as much as possible, familiarize ourselves with the terrain, and memorize the location of each sniper hole. "In the case of inferior troops, we must give full play to the advantages of local operations, fight mobile warfare with the enemy, and play mobile defense."

At this time, the captain was no longer the company commander with an indifferent expression, he enthusiastically explained the tactical points to everyone, and took the trouble to explain the doubts of the soldiers. The gloomy atmosphere in the lounge was swept away by heated discussions, and to my delight, my comrades-in-arms began to identify with me as a rookie, and from time to time I was greeted by people, and I could be asked if I had any questions.

Two hours later, the captain announced that everyone, except for the sentry, was forced to rest. I hid in the marching blanket and was alone and excited.

I don't know how long it took, but there was a muffled thud from the top of the bunker, and I scrambled to my feet, holding the assault rifle in my right hand.

The captain and the others are already busy. Charlie sat in front of the terminal and pointed to the front point, the soldiers were methodically preparing their weapons, and someone had already returned from outside, dragging boxes of grenades.

Outside the lounge, the captain was talking to an officer I didn't know, and behind him were well-dressed GIs, a platoon in number. I guess they're reinforcements.

"The enemy is gathering, and the front finger is asking all units to be ready!" Everyone stopped what they were doing, and the movements were neatly arranged as if they had been rehearsed. After a short pause, the scene exploded into excitement. Someone was busy resupplying ammunition, someone was scrambling for grenade launchers. The communications non-commissioned officer nervously adjusted the backup circuit, and the medical staff handed out the hemostatic medicine kits one by one. And I stood silently behind the captain, and this was my post.