"Attention units! The weapon of attack was a German-made 'Little Red Riding Hood-5' bazooka, and the direction was the surrounding ...... The vehicles dispersed, and the infantry dismounted to seek air attack support......" radio access to enemy communication channels, and the opposing commander was heard shouting to deploy the troops. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info all mercenaries to occupy favorable terrain in small groups. In the past, the ambushes of the Allied guerrillas could often bring a major blow to the Allied troops in the march because of the rigidity of the Allied forces and the reaction mechanism, but that was all, if the first blow could not defeat the opponent, with the organizational efficiency of the Allied forces, it would be a nightmare for the ambush troops. Of course, if it was just a few "lone wolves" launching a surprise attack, by the time the allies reacted, the opponent would have retreated long ago. What's more, I am the only one in the "enemy ambush force", and I have already mixed in with them.

"Again and again, immediately launched fire suppression on the hills on both sides! Three companies attacked the hills on both sides, and the tank companies immediately dispersed to provide cover for one company and two companies! Feed? 'Pharaoh', this is 'Viper 2'. We are being hit by enemy forces, the number of enemy is uncertain, request air force fire support! Repeat, here ......"

There are no more "duplicates". As soon as satellite jamming is activated, radio communications become waste. I didn't let Daxia completely stop the mercenary communication with electromagnetic interference, but only interfered with their communication with the main force. I have seen the bad signal on the moon, no matter how urgent the vanguard is, it is useless, even if their radio communicators explode, for a long time the large army will only think that the vanguard has a bad signal. "Damn, two companies and one platoon to erect radio communication towers!" "Viper 2" barked again. I ran through the crowd, and at last I chose to follow the squadron that had heard the wind and shot through his glass hood without anyone noticing. The surface of the moon is almost vacuum, and naturally the screams of the killed and the sound of guns cannot be heard. There were quite a few corpses lying on the ground, and it would not be strange to add one. The light on the moon is not good, the mercenary's flashlight can only illuminate the cratered surface, and with the design of this colored glass cover to prevent sunlight, it is impossible to see anything. Of course, it would be miserable if anyone asked me for my identity, so I can only pray that I am safe until I destroy them.

I counted 20 men, all well-armed - except for the one next to the squadron leader, who was carrying a large backpack for unknown purposes, and all of them jumped towards one of the highest hills nearby. The front was too steep, and the captain instructed us to go around the back.

"Then I can't blame me." Pinch off the microphone and I whispered. Then he pulled out a pistol in one hand and patted a soldier in front of him with the other. As soon as he turned around, I shot him down. Unlike on Earth, because the gravity is too small and you can only jump on foot, the interval between each soldier is very large, and I killed a person without being noticed by the former, so I slowly moved forward and killed them one by one. When the sixth-to-last one was killed, the seventh-to-last one inadvertently turned around and found that I was the only one behind me, and raised his gun over the walkie-talkie while shouting "enemy attack".

I hesitated, for I wasn't sure if I could finish him out before he could shoot, but he jumped at me step by step—and then jumped behind me.

He didn't doubt me! I breathed a sigh of relief, and the hand reaching for the gun quietly retracted, blending in with the other enemies attracted by the shouting. When I saw the corpse with my throat cut, many people jumped backwards, and even staggered and floated in extremely low gravity. I dodged the retreating astronauts and squeezed into the crowd without hurrying. The captain and another soldier examine the bodies in a circle of people. After taking a closer look, the captain frowned and said to himself: "There are no traces of radiation overdose and radiation burning, not killed by a laser pistol." There are no biochemical germs left, so it should have nothing to do with virus snipers...... And the way to die is the same, the spacesuit is broken, the life support system is broken, the air leaks, and slowly dies in space......"

"Broken spacesuit...... someone muttered, "who is so cruel?" This caused a cacophony of whispers on the radio, which was a busy tone in the poor call quality. Because of the radio call and the unfamiliarity with the operation of the handheld computer, I had to hide in the crowd to observe the reaction.

Fear and suspicion grew in the crowd. Anyone has learned a lesson in textbooks: never expose yourself to space. Once the flesh is exposed to space, not only will the skin be destroyed by ultraviolet rays, but the violet cosmic rays will travel from the scalp to the brain nucleus (from a paper on the results of the anatomical research of the human brain when Yuri was a scientist who fled to China after the defeat of the Soviet Union). In that paper, Yuri believed that there is a crystal in the innermost part of the human brain, which is the most complex part of the human brain, and that as long as electromagnetic waves interfere with the normal operation of this crystal, that is, the core "headquarters" of the brain, there is an opportunity to input the ideas that the controlling party wants to instill in him...... It was only four minutes, but in those four minutes of total sobriety, the deceased would undoubtedly suffer greatly. They were all thinking: Who used such a brutal method of killing?

Some people soon learned the answer as well. As I was hesitating to do so, I heard the captain say, "The enemy uses alloy bullets for lunar warfare, but Yuri's forces and the Storm team use laser guns." The power of the Alloy Bullet is much less than that of the Laser Gun, so I guess these people were killed by their own people, and this assassin is among us! ”

"We?" Someone repeated it uncertainly, and the captain nodded, and spoke; "That's right, the enemy disguised himself as his own to assassinate us in order to obstruct the construction of the communication tower! Now that the third squad has been eliminated, we have to find out the spies one by one! ”

Retreat, I don't want to die here. I don't know whose brain waves can spread it into a mass idea. For a while, although they promised to "understand", in fact, those mercenaries only had one idea left, and maybe only me and the captain knew the reason why they could not retreat other than the assuming communication tower.

Since the captain wants to investigate the spy, he will undoubtedly bring his death date closer. I pulled out the only laser grenade from the storage bag on my chest and quietly stuck it on the lunar ground as close to the circle as possible.