The tactical movements were so violent that I not only felt physically exhausted, but also showed signs of an old injury. I understand that www.biquge.info my body is not ready for battle. However, whether or not to participate in the battle is really not up to me.

Check the size of the wounds on the body, and tighten the strip of cloth to bandage the fingers. I began to examine the "results".

The face of the "shadow" is very young, and it should be a newcomer who has just joined the special forces before the war. He didn't have his badge with him, and his blackened fingers were still clutching the silenced rifle tightly, as if he could grab a lost life.

I hesitated, but pulled out the nanoknife and cut off his fingers, freeing up the single-shot silenced rifle. I watched my fingers roll to the side like a severed turnip, and my stomach churned.

I forced down the vomit that was about to come out of my throat, but I was a little happy. I haven't been numb enough to do this kind of thing without feeling it, Zhao Ping is still that sentimental and sensitive young man.

The sound of firefights in the distance reminded me that time was running out.

I carefully studied the rifle I had in my hand, which was supposed to be a modified version of the standard assault rifle, with the scope removed, the magazine delivery mechanism changed, and a high-efficiency silencer added. The weight of the rifle has become much lighter. From these modifications, it can be roughly seen that this rifle has outstanding performance indicators such as close-range accuracy, extreme silence and extremely high penetration, which greatly weakens the burst performance, reduces the number of bullets, and is estimated to be not much stronger. In general, it is a special weapon, and it is not suitable as a tool for battlefield fighting.

A search of the whole body of the "Shadow" found only 16 specially crafted bullets. After a little thought, it became clear that he was carrying so little ammunition. The type of gun that is biased towards assassination is almost a shot and a life. It is still enough to bring a dozen or twenty rounds in a battle, and he is about to use him as a weapon to suppress firepower, and it is estimated that the user of the gun has been dead for a long time.

I tried firing a shot, except for the sound of the wall of the centralized warehouse, the sound of the rifle was as light as a human whisper, which was equivalent to no sound on the battlefield, and it was indeed an excellent assassination weapon.

After checking again, they did not find the pistol equipped by the "Shadow", and it seems that they did not think about the high-intensity hand-to-hand confrontation after the stealth was detected by someone. I can imagine the retraining of special forces instructors repeatedly emphasizing that concealment is their life. When I was in the Heroes Company, I heard that this kind of argument was quite common in peacetime, and it was only when I actually entered the battlefield that I realized that it was all a theory devised by pseudo-experts who had never participated in actual combat. Fortunately, he didn't carry a self-defense pistol, otherwise after the first shot was missed, he immediately pulled out his pistol to replace the gun, and I really wouldn't have been able to dodge.

Being able to use the guns of the deceased once again proves that the "shadows" are the Wehrmacht. I was at a loss in my heart, and I deliberately avoided thinking deeply about how to deal with my relationship with the Defence Forces. Although I know that this is an inevitable choice, deep down I still hope that the time for a choice will come later. This indecisive attitude is probably the result of my inherently cowardice, and there is nothing I can do about it.

In the end, I found a shot of high-energy nutrients on the "shadow", as well as a matching vitamin in the form of capsules. These supplies were a relief for me, who was extremely weak. After ingesting the nutrient solution and resting for a few minutes, I felt that my body had recovered a lot. The firefight is getting farther and farther away, and it's time to keep chasing.

I put on my "Shadow" optical camouflage suit, grabbed his tactical communications headset, adjusted the mode of the equipment to a state of monitoring, and continued to walk towards the core area where the battle was most intense.

With the help of optical camouflage and communication headsets, the following trip went a lot smoother. I deliberately avoided the special forces, who were as responsible for detecting outside interference as the "shadows", and soon caught up with both sides of the war.

It's no different from a real battlefield. The size of the Proxima Centauri Devil force is about 1 regiment, which is composed of hoplites mixed with light infantry and infantry chariots, and the number of Martian children is not clear, but from their retreating posture, they must not be much better than the rabble.

The devil attack unit has a great advantage in terms of the tactical literacy of individual soldiers, the coordination of multiple arms, and the light and heavy firepower. If the children of Mars had not fought a defensive war, they might have collapsed.

Even under the cover of bunkers and fortifications, their blocking effect was not satisfactory. Less than half an hour after entering the battlefield, the Martian Son had already lost two pre-arranged fortified lines. They took advantage of the situation with a large number of light infantry troops, but did not cause much damage to the devil soldiers.

I followed the Devil Soldiers' troops from a distance. There was no immediate intention of intervening in the battle. It's a shame that they can't fight with the Martian children, but they're not the real protagonists of the battle. I think the moment the devil soldiers and the children of Mars are divided, the defense forces will make a move, and then we will know their true intentions.

The situation was complicated, and I really didn't know what to choose, so I had to do nothing.

As the battle line advanced, a small number of the devil's wounded soldiers were sent down.

Escorting the sick and injured is a motorized reconnaissance camera configuration.

It seems that the devils have also discovered that there are people behind the scenes, so they don't know if the special forces of the defense forces distributed in the outermost part have the ability to eat a complete reconnaissance platoon. If they fail, and someone from the devil escapes to call for reinforcements, everything they did in the early stage is just a joke.

The reconnaissance platoon was led by an infantry chariot and a heavy infantry, with light infantry following behind. If it is against a small group of harassing troops, such a configuration is enough to deter the other party.

I was about a kilometer away from the battlefield. In order to avoid the reconnaissance platoon, I deliberately left the main road.

The headset listened to the frequent orders and answers, and said that the show had begun, and I found a hidden position to watch the situation unfold.

The devil soldiers put on a reconnaissance formation, and the attitude of the soldiers was not cautious.

The speed of the infantry chariot was slightly faster, and it was somewhat disconnected from the light infantry that followed.

The heavy infantry should follow within 100 meters of the infantry and advance behind the chariot, which was supposed to protect the flanks of the chariot and was more like fire support in the rear.

It's no wonder that the devil soldiers don't care about escort operations. Judging by the combat effectiveness shown by the Children of Mars, they are not much better than armed civilians. The roots of these field armies on the right track would not believe that a harassing enemy could pose a decent threat to them.

The commander of the chariot leaned out of the chariot under the cover of the roof of the chariot. He is operating an on-board pressing system. Judging by his actions, he should want to use the advantages of the chariot detection system to find out the "rats" scattered in the rear of the battlefield, and then use the machine guns on the chariot to eliminate them.

The commander's head suddenly tilted back, his body stiffened, and he immediately slid into the chariot. On both sides of the road where the chariots were traveling, the white missile tail smoke outlined an arc-shaped trajectory and concentrated towards the chariots.

The fire flickered, the suppression system turned rapidly, and the grenade launcher on it was continuously excited. At the same time, smoke grenades and jamming chaff were also thrown above the infantry chariot. White smoke, chaff strips reflecting various colors, and successive explosions of various sizes instantly enveloped the chariot in the heart of the fierce clash of energies.

The cannon roared, and the half-destroyed infantry vehicle fell back into the center of the explosion with smoke in smoke.

At the back of the roadside factory-like building, the orange-red line of fire flickered, and the intact tail of the chariot first dented, then bulged from the inside, and finally disintegrated into small pieces in the explosion and scattered in all directions.

The whole process, from the time the commander was shot to the explosion of the vehicle, took only a few seconds. Even I, a mentally prepared observer, couldn't help but be taken aback.

I secretly warned myself not to underestimate those "elite soldiers" who repeatedly practiced specific tactics. Under certain conditions, their combat effectiveness even exceeds that of real battlefield veterans.

The Devil Scout Platoon reacted extremely quickly.

They showed no signs of confusion, with the light infantry looking for concealment in the rocks, and the heavy infantry firing their guns as they retreated to the edge of the building where they could take cover. Alarm flares were also lifted into the air at the same time.

That's how the veterans reacted, and it's no wonder that Mars' paramilitary forces are vulnerable. In the face of such an opponent, even the standard field troops of the defense forces will not be able to take advantage.

In all directions of the ambush battlefield, a dense burst of gunfire was heard. However, these gunshots are different from machine-gun repeating weapons, and a closer look reveals that the gunfire is coming from all directions.

Standard sniper group ambush tactics.

This tactic is so rare that I can't even imagine arranging dozens, if not hundreds, of snipers to fight if I hadn't heard it from Max.

This can be described as an extremely out-of-the-way move. It is almost impossible to achieve on the field battlefield. It is a standard street fighting ambush tactic. The troops in ambush are in a pre-set ambush circle, ambush a large number of gathering groups, destroy the enemy's vanguard first, and use buildings and fortifications to give full play to the precise and concealed characteristics of snipers to strike at the troops in the ambush circle.

If you don't have experience, or when the terrain is extremely unfavorable, this tactic can work wonders.

I don't know what the devil's elite soldiers think, but I was shocked to hear such a dense stream of sniper rifles. Even in the optical camouflage, there is no sign of detection. I still hid in the rock, my silencer rifle in my hand, staring in horror and staring ahead.

It took me a while to realize that the shot was not aimed at me. I was so frightened that I almost couldn't even take a step.

Back in the observation position, the format of the ambush battlefield has changed. Between the criss-crossed lines of fire, the sound of explosions and the screams of the soldiers before they died were connected. The chaos only occurs in the location where the devil soldiers gather.

Outermost, in the direction of the ambush troops. It was so quiet that there was not even a human figure in sight. Except for the indiscriminate counterattacks of the devils and the columns of smoke that caused explosions from time to time, there seemed to be no one like here.

Sniper rifles have thinned out, not because the snipers have suffered too many casualties to maintain a dense rate of fire, but because there are fewer targets available for them to attack.

In less than ten minutes, the counterattack of the devil's reconnaissance platoon position quieted down. The ambush battlefield fell into an inexplicable silence.

Could it be that a platoon of devils has been wiped out?

I'm not sure. The first time I saw such an efficient killing effect, I had lost faith in my previous experience.

Smoke and dust drifted in the air in the distance, and the roar of engines and heavy footsteps signaled the arrival of reinforcements from the devils.

With a roar that didn't seem like a human being, more than thirty devil soldiers rushed out of their shelter and ran back frantically.

There were no expected gunshots, and no one fell to the ground. The sparse queue was so long that some even threw away their weapons. I could scarcely believe my eyes. Is this still an elite devil soldier? When I first entered the ambush circle, the reconnaissance platoon, which had become calm at the place, seemed to suddenly become a recruit platoon.

"Smack!!

It was like a gunshot, and more than 30 people fell down together, and no one stood up again.

I was so shocked by such a scene that I didn't even dare to come out. Knowing that there would be no gathering hands to his detriment, he still didn't dare to move. The feeling of going to war for the first time seems to be back.

I finally understood that the so-called veterans or elites are not really fearless of life and death, they are just too much to see and numb. In such a completely unexpected situation, these people are not much better than rookies.

The ambush circle fell completely silent. From my point of view, only the heavy infantry of the guard platoon was alone behind the rock.

He had given up the courage to fight back, and sat there with his back to the building, holding his machine gun and staring straight ahead.

My mind went blank as I saw the silence of the ambush battle position.

I felt fear, and my self-confidence as a veteran was gone.

I suddenly regretted my behavior of running here.

I, a big-headed soldier, was lucky not to be killed on the battlefield, so I thought I was self-righteous, I didn't cherish the life that I had saved so hard, and I even took the initiative to take care of other people's affairs.

I really should burst on my own, and I don't know how much weight I have.

The headphones in the monitor sounded again with a continuous Q&A. The special forces of the defense force must be making a large-scale formation adjustment.

But in my field of vision, it was as if nothing had happened, and it was as quiet as death on the battlefield.

The roar is getting closer, and reinforcements from the devils are about to arrive.

I was able to distinguish with the naked eye the shadow of the infantry chariot in the front row, the hoplites jumping forward in the gaps, and the light infantry following them.

The gangster of devils was all pressed up.

An indescribable emotion rose in my heart, and for the first time, I was actually overjoyed by the arrival of the devil soldiers.

Frightened by my reaction, I hurriedly warned myself that the devil was the real aggressor, and no matter what the defense forces did, it was still their own people, it was an internal contradiction, and we must not stand on the wrong side in the general direction.

When I came back to my senses, I also gasped, I was shocked by the actions of the special forces just now, and I actually made the mistake of indistinguishing between friend and foe. In any case, in the face of the devils of the invading army, I still want to be on the side of the defense army now.

I checked the silenced rifle in my hand and told myself that if a devil came into range, I had to fight, and that it was my duty as a Martian defender.

Helplessly, I found that I no longer thought about things from the standpoint of the Martian Defense Army. Is it because you have been attacked, you are going to change your position?

Such a change must be cautious, it is only the behavior of one army, and it may even be the wrong behavior of only one or two soldiers, I cannot judge it easily, and I must be more cautious about my own position.

Reinforcements from the devils began to enter ambush positions.

In the distance, I noticed that in the distance, the exchange of fire in the direction of the core area of the Martian Child had completely stopped.

Sure enough, the mixed group all retreated. The devil commander's judgment was completely correct, and his reaction was quick enough.

In the face of the penetration of the whole regiment, I believe that the special forces who are only good at skirmishes will not be stupid enough to go to the frontal hard top, and I judge that the special forces have either retreated or harassed on both sides of the road.

When the battle is fought, the purpose of the special forces should be considered a failure. No matter how easy-going, they couldn't stop a gang from spreading the news of the attack.

What happens next? What about the children of Mars? It was chaotic and I realized that my brain was really running out.

The firelight stung my eyes.

The three infantry chariots in the front row of the devil's troops were on fire at the same time.

With the explosion caused by the detonation of the ammunition, the dense line of fire instantly filled my field of vision.

Columns of smoke rose from the devil's ranks, and exploding fireballs erupted in all directions of the ambush battlefield.

The dense explosions and staggered lines of fire made me forget to breathe for a moment.

To my surprise, the special forces chose to block the penetration of the entire regiment.

They faced the elite of devils, and their reactions were also first-class and fast, and every direction of attack was counterattacked at the first time.

The ambush reached a terrifying intensity in an instant, with the warring sides pouring all their firepower on each other in a matter of minutes.

As the line of fire and explosions extended, the empty outer area of the battlefield finally showed the presence of special forces.

I finally understood why the special forces dared to resist the assault of the regular field forces.

They turned out to be armed with heavy infantry with optical camouflage.

It is still unclear how many special operations units participated in the battle, and as the special operations units opened fire, the optical camouflage appeared and disappeared from time to time, causing a special jamming effect.

It felt like there were attacking special operations units everywhere, and after a while, they disappeared again, leaving only a handful of wreckage destroyed.

I think the devil soldiers feel the same way I do, and I don't know where to concentrate my fire, or which way to defend against attacks.

Time flies, maybe half an hour, maybe an hour.

The devils were mixed up and constantly shrinking the defensive line, gradually forming a semi-circular defensive circle with a radius of only a few kilometers. The battlefield was littered with wrecked combat vehicles and the wreckage of heavy infantry. The light infantry only dared to pour fire blindly in one direction, and anyone who came out of the way would be headshot by sniper fire from several directions.

When the battle has reached this point, the indispensable devils have become a group and are already tired.

I've noticed that there are constantly ghost soldiers or unmanned equipment trying to leave from the side of the battlefield.

The special forces apparently used extremely high-intensity battlefield jamming equipment, which were all couriers trying to restore communication, as the mixed forces had lost contact with the outside world.

There is no doubt that any devil combat unit that broke away from the defensive circle was sniped, and none of them could flee the battlefield.

While I was amazed at how the war was going, my questions were growing.

On the surface, the battle situation is one-sided in favor of the special forces, but as a former special combat player, I know how expensive the special operations equipment is.

Taking out such a huge amount of special combat equipment at once, the difficulty of equipping and assembling it is beyond imagination. I estimate that this is beyond the equipment capacity of one or two theater special operations forces, and it should be that all the remaining special forces in the entire Martian region have been assembled, and even the para-special forces in training have been sent.

If it's just to destroy or consume a bastard group of devils, it's a big loss.

From a logistical point of view, the Defence Forces suffered a major defeat in the face. As a result, the devil used only one regiment to create all the special operations forces on Mars.

If the large number of devil defenders gathered by the Eye of Mars discovers the anomaly in time and sends a brigade-level field force, this seemingly beautiful special force is likely to be hated here.

At such a big risk and at such a cost, what exactly does the defense force want to achieve?

When gunfire is heard behind the devil's line, and a large number of Martian children's militia units intervene in the battle, the winner is already decided.

Once again, I lamented the lack of my imagination. Because of what the special forces are doing in the outer area, I didn't even think about the possibility of the special forces uniting with the Martian children.

When I saw the facts, I realized that the children of Mars probably didn't know what the special forces were doing, and they saw the defense forces as reliable allies.

What am I going to do? Join the battle now, fight the devil with your comrades, or continue to wait and see?

According to my original intention, there is nothing to hesitate at this time, since the defense force and the children of Mars are once again on the side, the so-called different positions do not exist, and my only enemy is the Proxima Centauri.

As for the massacres in the outlying areas, just forget about them, or find an opportunity to report them to the internal affairs forces so that they can treat the killings against civilians as criminal cases.

I don't know why, whether it's reason or emotion, when it's calling me to rejoin, there's always a voice deep down that stops me and keeps me hidden.

The ambush battle is nearing its end. Just like an enlarged version of the previous performance of the Devil Reconnaissance Platoon, a large number of Devil soldiers left their positions, and the organized resistance was over.

On the battlefield, from time to time, the ghost soldiers who fled in a hurry were killed, or the stubborn infantry chariots disintegrated in the flames.

The invincible aggressors, as if they were the victims, wailed under the onslaught of both sides.

The cheers came from the Children of Mars. For the time being, the militia spared the fleeing remnants of the soldiers, raised their weapons, and shouted loudly.

I felt the joy in an instant, and almost jumped up and cheered with the militiamen.

The commands and answers in the headset reappeared, and the killing on the battlefield did not stop.

In an instant, the shouts of victory turned into the wails of the pitiful.

Hell on earth has come.