The reinforced exoskeleton is equipped with a portable energy core for individual soldiers, and the power system of less than five kilograms can support infantry to run at speeds beyond human limits for two hours. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Regardless of the scarcity of energy cores, we adjusted the mobility assistance performance of the exoskeleton to the maximum. Thirty kilometers per hour allowed us to retreat into the tunnel just before the heavy artillery covered the entrance to the bunker.

The shockwave almost chased my ass into the passage. I was pushed forward by an irresistible force. If the captain hadn't dragged me into the cave on the side of the road, I might have crashed headlong around the corner of the tunnel.

The full-coverage helmet has a good soundproofing effect, but under the cover of enemy heavy artillery fire, this barrier is equivalent to none. The thunderbolt of the explosion exploded in my ears, and I didn't even have time to hold my head before I knew what to do.

Woke up from a split-like headache, the muzzle and smell of blood made me sick to my stomach. The state of Venus in the eyes took a while before gradually disappearing.

I was lying on the floor of the break room. My rifle was neatly placed next to me.

"Captain!" I woke up with a jolt and got up. Dizzy, he fell to the ground again.

A small hand rests on my forehead, with gentle movements and delicate touches.

"Women?" The dizziness continued, and I couldn't open my eyes.

There was a crisp snap, and I felt my forehead flicked.

"The body temperature and pulse are normal, you just have some concussions, just lie down a little longer."

Different from the captain's, a different, cold voice, it is so good.

"Sure enough, it's a woman."

Another blow on the forehead.

When I felt better, I struggled to sit up, and there was no one around, was I dreaming?

"Zhao Ping, if you can move, come with me." A corporal named Charles came in and called me.

I know him, he is a soldier of the third company.

"No, no problem. By the way, what's wrong with the captain? ”

Looking at me, Charles smiled. The bearded and sloppy face looks rough and hearty.

"You're going to be the captain's henchman. Rest assured, he's okay and is arranging the battle. This time, you cooperate with me to see that I don't beat the alien out of the! ”

"You've got to make sure the aliens before you can make sure they're going to." The ridicule of others caused laughter, and we temporarily forgot the haze of war with the help of laughter.

Following Charles, I turned into a porter again. Carrying a heavy anti-tank missile on his back and carrying a launcher made it difficult to walk. The corporal carried a launcher and three missiles on his back. Looking at his relaxed appearance, I couldn't help but worry about my physical fitness. Why didn't I exercise well in peacetime, and now it's too late to regret it.

In order to carry out the idea of mobile defense, we do not have a fixed line of defense, only a rough division of areas. The captain asked us to delay the enemy as much as possible while preserving our living forces.

The battle line is located on the ground floor, and after a powerful fire cleansing, coupled with the advance of the enemy's ground forces, the ground floor cannot be held. We set up the first line of defense for mobile defense at the entrance to the first floor of the bunker.

It is a wide lane reinforced by large pieces of armor, large enough to accommodate three heavy vehicles in parallel.

Two fire coordinators were stationed there, who were responsible for directing the first round of interdiction.

Charles and I were huddled at the ramp of the anti-slope less than 500 meters from the first line, the portable launcher already open and ready to be activated.

"Listen to the young man, move fast, once the missile is launched, don't care what the results are, put away the launcher and run horizontally, the farther you run, the greater the hope of survival." I'll be a decoy in the opposite direction, and as long as I dodge the enemy's first blow, I'll go over and join you. Got it? ”

Seeing that I nodded, he was still not satisfied, and grabbed my shoulder hard, "Do you understand?" What are you going to do once launched? ”

"I'll just run sideways, without looking at the results, and running sideways without looking back, waiting for you to meet." I replied aloud, feeling silly to do so.

Charles smiled, "Good boy, that's what we infantry want." ”

Just as I was laughing and crying as I gripped Charles's strange idea, there was a different vibration on the ground. The bearded man let go of me and pounced on the anticline, and I was curious to lie down beside him. Since there is no telescope, only a vague cloud of smoke can be seen through the eyepiece display.

"Good fellow, here it is! The aliens' infantry chariots and tanks, the real assault workhorses...... Hey! Charles was unforgiving, but from his lack of open-minded laughter, I heard the element of fear.

From my point of view, I was able to see two fire coordinators, each hiding in a dead corner of the entrance bunker. Like Charles, the two were intently observing the movements of the enemy's attacking troops.

As the shaking approached, my breathing began to jam and I had to take deep breaths to stay in shape.

There was a rustling sound, like an animal walking on the sand, and occasionally there was an intermittent whistling sound in the air. I don't know what that is? Look at Charles. He was listening intently, his expression changing, and he probably didn't understand.

The captain shouted in the communication, "Guided fragmentation shells!" Beware of the hidden ......"

An orange-red explosion rose between the two lines of defense. Countless shrapnel flew outward. I only had time to lower my head when the shock wave lifted up a wall of mud several meters high and buried me.

I didn't have time to put on my respirator, and I almost choked to death in the mud and sand.

I struggled to clear the space to breathe, but I couldn't touch the respirator, and I waved my hand anxiously, destroying the precious breathing zone, and I was choked by the dust again and almost unconscious. This time, I simply didn't look for a respirator, and used my hands to peel off the covered dirt and successfully poke my head out.

The air was filled with the smell of burnt with a bitter taste, the eyepieces were shattered, and the eyes were dark, and I didn't know what was being studied. Eagerly wiping it was useless except to make my eyes hurt.

I tried to scream, but my throat was so dry that I couldn't make a sound.

After a while, I washed my eyes with a portable water bottle and my vision was restored.

The rumble was in my ears, and I quickly shrank back. The enemy's huge tanks drove by less than three hundred meters.

Accidentally stepped on the soft mound, and the rolling dirt caused the tank turret to spin at great speed. The Black Hole's main cannon is aimed at where the mud block hits the ground, and the secondary weapon's aiming laser scans back and forth around the edge of the dirt pit. I was so scared that I didn't dare to come out.

It must have been the dust that saved me. Otherwise, with the tank's inductive radar, it will not miss any living individual targets.

I told myself to calm down, and it took two deep breaths for my swollen head to regain the ability to think.

That's when I had a chance to look around.

The missile launcher twisted, half buried in the dirt.

About ten meters from where I was hiding, the broken half-corpse fell there. The upper half of the body was gone, revealing white vertebrae with strips of flesh swaying in the murky air.

I couldn't help but retch, but I didn't vomit much. Although I denied it in my heart, reason told me that it was Charles. This rough and funny man died in this way. He didn't have time to fire even a single missile at the hateful enemy.

I tried not to think about it, just now I was still alive, the young man called my comrade-in-arms, and it was gone. Not even a single last word.

Fear gripped my heart and kept me from moving. Enemy tanks, as well as two infantry fighting vehicles passed around the corner. One of the infantry chariots stopped, and one after another heavily armed soldiers got out of the vehicle and assembled.

I laughed at myself, damn it, I had been on the battlefield for a month, and my comrades were almost dead, and I saw the real enemy for the first time. It's a shame that before joining the army, I still fantasized that I was invincible on the battlefield.

Explosions and fireballs stabbed the eyes, and a grenade landed in the crowd. Two enemy soldiers flew up, and the enemy infantry in a neat line hurriedly dispersed, each looking for cover to shoot back. The speed cannon on the infantry chariot threw out a fire whip, and sparks flew around the corner of the pit two hundred meters away.

Shots rang out, and an infantryman, who had not found cover in time, fell, his helmet bursting. Red and white matter sprayed all over the ground.

The tank was drawn in, and the slender main gun suddenly retracted, and after a sharp flash, flames and smoke rose from the corners, and rubble flew everywhere. Smaller rifle lines weaved into a web of fire, which, together with tank guns, shrouded the corner area in smoke.

"Smack", the crisp gunfire contains calmness. Another infantryman fell. He was shot in the head. The enemy began to panic. The infantrymen shrank their bodies under cover as much as possible, and many of them simply reached out of cover and fired blindly. Tanks and infantry vehicles slowly moved forward, continuing to suppress snipers around corners with high-speed fire.

Two mechanical infantrymen armed with flamethrowers rushed forward.

The suppressed fire became more ferocious.

The calm gunfire rang out again, and a mechanical infantryman, along with his jet cylinder, turned into a fireball.

But there was still a mechanical flamethrower that didn't handle it well.

I knew what I had to do to provide cover for my comrade who was still holding on to the corner and help him retreat.

But my body didn't listen to me, and my arms were so stiff that I couldn't even hold a gun.

The fire dragon seen in the previous resistance battle reappeared. It turned the corner of the tunnel and burned the flames into the shadows. A roar rang out simultaneously in reality and in the communication loop, struggling with a comrade scorched by the flames.