My eyes must have been bloodshot because the world I saw was clouded red. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The flesh and limbs of the warriors were scattered everywhere, and it was no longer possible to distinguish who was who and which part belonged to whom.

My chest tightened, and I opened my mouth, inhaling not air but blood.

A violent cough made me bend over.

The smell of blood irritates the throat all the time, as if only coughing is proof of survival and a guarantee of continuing to live.

A large hand with a tactical glove covered my mouth, and I felt like I was being dragged forward.

The cough is still the same, but the voice is more muffled, suffocating, and heart-wrenching.

"Get behind the pillar, Lincoln, you carry him."

"Hey, where are you going?"

"Go and tease those animals. Don't worry, I won't die in vain. ”

I really hated myself for not being able to do anything when it came to help.

I wanted to get off the ground and run by myself, but the cough was so violent that I didn't even have the strength to stand up straight.

Lincoln's panting was audible through the visor.

Unwilling and angry turned into whimpering, and came slowly.

He must have wanted to turn around and charge at the enemy.

I was the one who dragged him down.

Behind him came the sound of a sniper rifle.

Max is luring the enemy.

If his opponent is some infantry, he will have no problem, but he will have to deal with a group of chariots wrapped in heavy armor.

Whether it is firepower, mobility or detection ability, he has no advantage.

Max was gambling with his life, covering our retreat.

The sound of tank guns sounded, not hitting us.

He succeeded, he drew the attention of the enemy to it.

A shameful sense of security came to mind.

As a soldier, as their squad leader, I actually let others break off the back, while I felt at ease in a safe place.

It's cheeky, it's mean, it's cowardly, it's urine.

I've never hated myself so much, and I want to shoot myself.

Yes, you can commit suicide and end this despicable life.

I said that I participated in the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, but in fact I was causing trouble for others. The enemy didn't kill a few, but they pitted a bunch of their own people.

Such a me, such a burden, it is better to end it quickly.

Lincoln stopped, gasping for air, breathing like a broken air conditioner.

He lay on the ground in a large font, unable to speak for a long time.

He didn't cough anymore, his lungs were burning like fire, and his throat was so dry that it was about to crack.

Now is the opportunity, the opportunity to put an end to this vile life.

Lincoln's assault rifle fell to the side, and I picked it up and turned it around.

The muzzle of the black hole is pointed directly at the center of the face armor, and with a pull of the trigger, everything will be over. I'm not going to hurt people anymore, I'm going to drag people down, I'm not going to wake up screaming from nightmares anymore.

It was amazing that I was looking forward to ending my life.

yes, I'm too fragile to come to the battlefield.

It was a mistake to join the Volunteers.

"Squad leader! Did you hear that? If you hear it, please answer. ”

Karin's voice came from the headphones unexpectedly.

Like a child doing something wrong, I reflexively threw the assault rifle away.

"That's right! How can I give an account to Karin, and how can I give an account to my brothers who died for me? I'm running away from ......."

It's really bad, how can I be worthy of the goddess of the battlefield like this.

"Squad leader? Edlaide? Max...... Is there anyone in the anti-tank group? ”

There is a lot of anxiety and loneliness in the shouting. I can imagine the sadness and grief she felt when she found out about my death.

I was ashamed that the moment before, I wanted to escape, I wanted to kill myself.

"This is Lincoln, with the class leader, what's the matter?"

Lincoln finally recovered, holding down the communication button to reply.

"Ahh Finally, there was a reply, I thought you were all glorious! ”

"It's not all glorious, it's pretty much the same. Is there something wrong? ”

Damn Lincoln, can't you be gentle with Karin? What does this hard gang answer mean?

I can't wait to beat this wooden guy.

"Let me explain! Counselor Kim's trick up the game worked. Our army has restored its ability to coordinate information. The previous command required each unit to identify the enemy's distribution and deployment situation on the tactical map. ”

Fang Hushan's voice seemed very excited, restoring the ability of information coordination is a good thing, which means that our army's ability will be greatly improved whether it is offensive or defensive.

The strength returned to his body, and the fighting spirit hidden in his heart was ready to move.

I want to atone for my sins, I want to redeem myself, and I want to wash away the cowardice and shame in my heart by destroying the enemy.

"The anti-tank team understands and acts immediately to identify the enemy in front of them."

"Zhao Ping, you're still alive! That's great. I thought you were hanging......"

I can't hear Karin say anything again.

The body is light and fluttering, and it feels like it is about to fly. The high morale gives me an inexhaustible amount of strength.

Patting Lincoln, who was still lying on his back, "Let's go and avenge the brethren." ”

When we actually walked back, we realized that Lincoln had run a long distance, and we were hundreds of meters away from the chariot group.

The sound of sniper guns slammed in the chaotic battlefield, and the unique pop sound made people's hearts tremble

Max is alive.

The roar of heavy machine guns and machine guns rained down on the ground.

The pace must be quickened, and now it's our turn to cover Max.

Battlefield information coordination has been further strengthened.

My tactical terminal receives tactical commands and imperfect tactical situation maps from the division-level virtual switching network.

The campaign area was artificially divided into 115 small blocks. Half of the blocks have uploaded the distribution of the enemy's situation, as well as the forecast of tactical trends, and some positions have been marked with campaign weights.

Judging by the map, the enemy's rapid mobility forces managed to divide our assault forces.

Although in some areas, our army has the advantage in armored assault forces, considering that the enemy does not need to destroy us, but only needs to fight a war of attrition with us, and then there will be a steady stream of reinforcements to swallow up our attacking forces.

The current situation of the war can be described as extremely bad.

According to normal development, the assault force is bound to be completely defeated.

Looking at the distribution of the situation, I couldn't help but gasp.

Among the areas that were divided and surrounded was Position 74, where I was.

No wonder they didn't care about the battle in front of them. Compared to what they did, what is the battle of our squad and even the entire spy company?

I stepped up our movement with Lincoln towards the position of the enemy tank group.

Judging by the sparse sound of gunfire, the enemy's infantry had followed.

Is the third row finished?

A whole platoon of battlefield heroes can't be defeated so easily.

Thinking of Edlaide and others, they are not also battlefield heroes, but they are not more resistant than ordinary soldiers under the enemy's superior firepower.

I lost faith in the ending of the third row.

Our military's information support capability is being strengthened.

In a few minutes, the individual soldier information feedback system successfully completed the continuation operation.

I watched the heads of Edlaide, Chen Bin, Ivan and Adams turn red in the personnel control column at the class level, and I felt very uncomfortable.

Everyone used to get along day and night, train together and laugh together.

They were all veterans, and they were both teachers and friends with me.

I can still vividly remember Edlaide's yellow jokes, Chen Bin's stinky face, Ivan's boldness, and Adams's skillful hands.

It seems that a moment ago, we were still fighting over whether Karin was the number one beauty in the war zone, and in the blink of an eye, everyone was gone, turning into cold corpses.

The ominous red icon, the cold word death, caused a throbbing in my heart.

From the point of view of war, we are nothing more than a screw, a set of numbers, nothing more.

I'm not a good class leader, and I'm sorry for them.

The icon representing Max flashed, and an exclamation point indicating danger appeared on his name.

"Lao Mai is in danger!"

Lincoln rushed out as if the wind was blowing.

I didn't have his speed, but I ran as fast as I could.

As I ran, I subconsciously shrugged my right shoulder to make sure the assault rifle was in the right position.

I felt a strange sensation, and I felt a tightness in my chest.

Only then did I remember that the assault rifle had already fallen somewhere when it was retreating.

Damn it, what am I going to do without a gun, do I want to smash a tank with a stone?

The gunfire grew clearer, and Lincoln plunged headlong into the smoke, but I hesitated to take a step forward.