After stationing in the Tarsis fortress, our division was assigned to be deployed on the edge of the fortress farthest from the front line. In terms of www.biquge.info the layout of the pen "Fun" Pavilion, it is used as a reserve of the battle group.

I was both disappointed and relieved to learn that I didn't have to go to war for the time being.

Disappointing is that they can't fight on the battlefield and embody the value of a soldier. Fortunately, the old and weak in the division do not need to be sent to death immediately.

The Secret Service Company is located at the heart of the last line of defense in the Fortress City.

There are a variety of shelters for street fighting, scattered on both sides of the wide road.

The towering buildings look like skyscrapers, but they are actually sniper towers with the ability to shield electromagnetic signals.

Not only can they be used to control a wide area, but they can also help defend other towers, posing a constant threat to attacking forces, forcing them to capture them floor by floor.

The towers greatly increased the casualties of the attacking forces while delaying the time it would take to capture the fortress.

And that's not all there is to the towers.

Each tower is home to dozens of electromagnetic relay nodes.

If things go wrong, the defending forces can easily dismantle these nodes. The cluster of towers then becomes a special antenna array that shields the signal.

Unless the attacking troops set up another signal relay station or set up a cable network, any battlefield dispatch system and detection system will be reduced to useless garbage in front of the towers.

Such an easy-to-defend and difficult-to-attack layout, coupled with the strength of the fraternal units and the high morale of the battle group, restored my confidence in defeating the enemy.

Presumably, the enemy can no longer be as unscrupulous as the surface battle.

The tremor caused by the planetary bombing lasted for more than six hours.

When the earth finally calmed down, the low vibration still echoed in my ears, and maybe it will stay with me for the rest of my life.

I'm someone who has actually experienced planetary bombing, and I understand that any bombing can have a devastating effect.

If you don't have enough preparation, even a million army will be wiped out in an instant.

On the 3123 position, the vast majority of casualties of the 150,000 troops were caused in the first two planetary bombardments. The first bombing caused more than 100,000 casualties.

I closed my eyes, and I still remember the scene.

There were a lot of troops on the position, and the personnel were relatively dense. Among them, there are very few people who have actually participated in actual combat.

Everyone's morale is high, and when they hear that Proxima Centauri is going to land, many people are gearing up to give the aliens a taste of the old punch from Mars.

I was a volunteer, with a low status and a young age, and I was often sent to do odd jobs.

On that day, it was judged that the enemy would force a landing, and the troops were asked to deploy on the surface position, and I was sent to clean the toilets in the station.

Since I couldn't participate in the battle, I cleaned up in the toilet with a crying voice.

There was a commotion outside, then there were shouts to close the door, and others asked to wait until everyone was in before closing.

There was a lot of noise at the door, and the sound was heard down the aisle into the depths of the station, and I wanted to see what was going on.

The muffled sound was accompanied by the whistling of air, and the screams lasted only a few moments before falling silent.

I didn't know what was going on, I just felt the whole bunker shaking. With a bad premonition, I quickly ran towards the elevator, but before I was halfway there, I was pulled back by the huge suction.

At the corner of the passage, I got stuck with debris and luckily stopped. But most of them were not so lucky, they waved their limbs past me, and I can still remember the fear and despair on their faces.

Then came suffocation.

The feeling of suffocation that inhaled air but couldn't complete the oxygen exchange was something I would rather die than experience a second time.

I woke up with a severe headache. His limbs were weak, and there seemed to be thousands of ants biting on his body.

It took a lot of effort to move out of the passage little by little, and the purpose was a dozen corpses, which were piled up at the entrance.

The massive alloy door was wide open.

The corpses were layered on top of each other to form a high wall, and I don't know how many people had filled in.

It doesn't matter if you're strong or weak, whether you're a man or a woman, how high or low your status is, you have to face death equally.

On this day, I saw what war is.

Now, what kind of scene is it on the surface of the Tarsis position, which has been bombarded for a full six hours?

Someone once compared the surface of Mars to hell.

I wondered, what has become of hell after the planetary bombardment?

Perhaps purgatory can only be used to refer to the place where the bombardment was baptized.

It is said that in the part of the bunker close to the surface layer, there are also reconnaissance teams and fire coordinators.

The thought of enduring six hours of bombardment at close range made me wonder if anyone in those places would survive.

A special roar and scream echoed in the enclosed space.

Painful memories of the past sent me shudder.

I shouted: "Attack aircraft, watch out for attack aircraft!" ”

took the lead and plunged into the bunker, and for some reason, his comrades followed suit.

Individual anti-aircraft missiles and anti-aircraft machine guns were pointed into the air, and the platoon-level tactical full-frequency blocking system was urgently turned on.

The characteristics of the heroes are revealed, and everyone performs their duties, nervous but not flustered.

The air screamed incessantly, and artificial clouds and fog occasionally revealed gaps, and the figures of fighter planes could be seen passing by.

Glancing at the disappearing shadow, my mind was filled with doubts.

It's underground. How did the enemy get the fixed-wing fighter down?

Although the space is vast, the depth of the bunker layer where the fortress is located is two thousand meters, but such a spatial depth is still very cramped for fixed-wing fighters. Enemy planes can't be moved and evaded here, so they don't become target planes?

Proxima Centauri's tactics are usually cautious and professional, how could they make such a stupid move?

After a while, the company commander's roar came from the communication circuit.

"Which guy lied about the military? Didn't you know that we also have fighters? ”

I felt like my face was on fire.

The gaze cast by my comrades-in-arms made me feel ashamed, and I wanted to dig a pit and jump in.

The roar of the warplanes continued for several minutes, and the distant sound of engines could be heard overhead.

It is estimated that the underground bunker has access for fighters.

In my heart, I wish my brothers in the Air Force a great victory.

The wait is hard. The crankiness of idleness torments me all the time.

The total of the 3123 position was replayed over and over again in my mind. The cool expression of the captain, the beard of Charles, the roar of an unknown comrade-in-arms, and the memories of the past make me uneasy.

I always feel that the situation is very similar to the one before. The fraternal units were at their peak. Everyone was at ease when they got together.

I was scared that in a few minutes, it would all disappear like a bubble.

The comrades-in-arms died in droves, and the scene of corpses piling up lingered.

I just felt stiff, my throat was bitter, and cold sweat kept coming out. It's very uncomfortable, but you can't control it.

"Squad leader, what's wrong with you? Is there anything wrong with it? ”

Fang Hushan was fiddling with the Gaoping dual-purpose heavy machine gun. Under normal circumstances, it takes three people to move the big guy, and he is also comfortable alone.

What a big man.

His deep voice pulled me back to reality, and the stiffness and cold sweat vanished.

I let out a sigh as if I had just had a serious illness.

"It's nothing, just remembering the old days."

Even though I replied like that, I still had lingering palpitations.

"Oh, it's okay...... You can go to the company headquarters to inquire about the battle situation on the front line. ”

Fang Hushan carefully checked the aiming module of the gun. It was as if he had never looked up at me or spoken to me.

"Thank you."

I thanked him for his kindness and flew to the company.

The company headquarters was not far from our platoon, set up in a sturdy semi-underground building.

I ran into the small communications room, which was already overcrowded, including the company commander.

There is a battlefield integrated coordination terminal, which is connected to the coordination system and can listen to real-time battle reports issued by the former commander.

The company commander and the company's subordinate correspondents sat in front of the terminal and intently checked the data of the graphical simulated battle report. Others craned their necks to get a general look.

Since the planetary bombing, the contest between our troops and the landing force on Proxima Centauri has been launched in the form of electromagnetic warfare.

Taking advantage of the space-based advantage, the enemy launched full-band electromagnetic interference in satellite orbit and launched a joint debugging system of frequency hopping information system based on satellites and supplemented by battlefield UAV networks.

They tried in vain to launch a three-dimensional attack on the sky and ground under the high-density interference.

The more complex the attack mode, the greater the dependence on battlefield coordination, so whether the frequency hopping joint modulation system can be successfully activated has become the key to gaining battlefield advantages.

Our army did not stand still, and took countermeasures-for-tat.

The enemy's space-based superiority is too obvious for us to obtain global electromagnetic suppression capability through satellite orbits, so we retreat to the next best thing, using underground bunkers scattered everywhere as the core, and using the metal structure of the bunkers themselves as antennas to implement full-spectrum information blocking in local areas of the battlefield.

In order to counter the enemy's frequency-hopping joint commissioning system, the headquarters distributed around the world are prepared in advance, relying on the physical channel to set up a wired data loop, while abandoning their own frequency-hopping joint commissioning system in the local battlefield, and implementing all-weather, all-round, full-spectrum high-intensity interference.

Although the Proxima Centauri fleet has mastered the overall electromagnetic control of Mars, on the local battlefield, the defenders have successfully eliminated these advantages, and the level of front-line battles has been lowered for nearly a thousand years.

The landing and anti-landing operations that took place in the Tarsis theater of operations were a reproduction of the ancient Earth war.

Proxima Centauri flotilla, armed with landing capsules, landing craft and transport boats, carried thousands of marines and extremely well equipped to rush into the Martian atmosphere under the cover of a large number of aerospace fighters.

The cosmic combat power they relied on to be proud of was unable to intervene in the battle due to electromagnetic suppression.

The Martian defenders, due to the lack of global electromagnetic suppression rights, although wired communication can play a rough coordination role, but under the continuous infiltration and attack of Proxima Centauri's special forces, the theater command cannot coordinate operations.

In the end, it can only be broken by each one.

After the start of the battle, the main force of the first anti-landing warfare of the defenders was the intra-atmospheric air force.

The 4 fighter groups and 4 attack aircraft groups belonging to the Tarsis battle group successfully predicted the landing path of the enemy's landing vehicles.

Taking advantage of the fighter planes' maneuverability in the atmosphere, the pilots first lured the escorted air and space fighter groups to leave their defensive positions, and then sent two fighter groups to engage with the superior number of enemy planes.

Over the Great Plains of Tharsis, exploding fireballs continued to extinguish. Trailing landing craft and transport boats dragging long black smoke rained down like meteorites into the most ravaged desert on the surface of Mars.

Those landing capsules, which were used mainly by special forces, were difficult to intercept, but they could only transport a limited number of troops and could not pose an effective threat to the defenders.

The ground battle unfolded in the roar of sand and artillery fire, and only the lightly armed Proxima Centauri special forces tasted the greatest bitter fruit since the beginning of the war. Their front was encroached upon by a large number of Martian land and air forces, and the landing force was once faced with a desperate situation when the number of troops, firepower, and armor were not superior.

What happened in the Tarsis theater of operations, played out almost globally on Mars.

Eight hours after the battle began, the Proxima Centauri finally began to withdraw their landing force.

A large number of Star Destroyers then launched a second round of planetary bombardment, creating artificial Bailey beads on the surface of Mars.

The defending army took advantage of the situation to retreat underground, and the air force rose to a high altitude to evade.

The news of the victory in the shallow battle soon spread throughout the fortress, and the cheers of the warriors began one after another.

I looked at the time, and before I knew it, I had been in the company for more than four hours.

The brothers must also be waiting for news of the victory.

I didn't care about my fatigue, and the wind rushed back. I want to share the news of the victory with my comrades-in-arms.

Although this time it was mainly the Air Force's credit, it did not detract from my mood of applauding their victory.

The gloom of the 3123 position was swept away, and I was convinced in my heart that the final victory would belong to Mars.

A series of explosions came from overhead, and the grim sirens were stunned.

The fruits of victory were so luscious that I couldn't understand for a moment why the alarm sounded.

The flaming wreckage of the warplanes turned into fireballs that pierced the clouds and sent a series of explosions between the towers.

My fleeting dream of victory came to an end.