For a long time, I was in a state of distraction. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Let the outside world explode again and again, and the enemy walks around in front of you and fires, as if you are watching a movie that knows the end, and you can't lift your energy at all.

The sniper's roar lingered and continued to torment my nerves.

I hurt him.

If I could shoot for cover, he would have survived and would have been able to kill more enemies.

And I, a rookie, can't even hold a gun well. Survived?

Ironically, as I stayed like this, enemies passed in front of my eyes, the closest of which was not even two meters away. I was stunned that no one noticed me.

Or maybe they've found out a long time ago, and they're just too lazy to pay attention to me.

Damn it.

As long as they come from behind, these guys will know that they have made a big mistake.

Sadly, I couldn't, and I couldn't even move my fingers when the enemy was so close.

Fuck me, I'm a piece of shit.

The captain's voice rang out in the headphones, and the interference was heavy, and his orders were intermittent.

I was in no mood to listen to what he said, I just felt ashamed of him, unworthy of being his brother, and I failed his intention to guarantee that I would turn positive.

The atmosphere has changed. Arrogance was set on fire everywhere, and the enemy forces that were rampaging on our positions began to shrink.

An infantry fighting vehicle was enveloped in smoke and flames. The two tanks, firing in all directions, retreated in a panic. Their turrets spun nervously, cowering like frightened critters.

In the direction of 180 degrees, the line of fire of small arms was concentrated. The enemy infantry began to defend on the cover of terrain and tanks. People are constantly being hit by grenades and can no longer get up after falling.

There was a cacophony in the headphones. There were calls for flank cover, there were calls for howitzer support, and there were occasional explosions and gunfire.

Counterattacked?

Isn't the enemy dominant? We are only about fifty people at best, where is the strength to eat these enemies in turn? Not to mention that they also have tanks and infantry fighting vehicles.

As if to slap me in the face, the order to outflank the wings came from the communication.

Sure enough, more light fire was concentrated from both sides of the position to attack the enemy's penetrating troops. The dense network of fire for a time hit the enemy infantry did not dare to show their heads.

With a hissing and whistling sound, five white trails of tail smoke converged towards the center of the position. The tank hurriedly maneuvered to evade, and smoke grenades and jamming chaff disrupted my vision.

These are anti-tank missiles.

Undisturbed by the chaff, they pierced through the increasingly thick smoke and fired at two tanks, respectively.

Less than five hundred meters from the tank, the warhead detached from the auxiliary thrusters, and the missiles entered the final program one by one.

The first missile swooped down on the enemy's heavy tank from the flank and rear direction of the target in a horizontal position. The tank spotted the incoming missile, but it had no time to turn less than 30 degrees. In the explosion and smoke, the missile hit the side of the turret. Fragments were scattered, and fire surrounded half of the turret.

Almost the next moment when the first missile exploded, the second entered the final sprint. It attacked from the front of the same tank, at a ground grip of 15 degrees.

The fire flickered, and the missile was hit by an automatic defense grenade on the combat vehicle at a distance of a few meters from the target, and the fireball enveloped the tank in smoke.

Three more missiles hit another target at the same time. In the midst of the dazzling fireworks, the heavy vehicle disintegrated, and the armor plates, parts, load wheels, and tracks floated through the air, and then an even more violent explosion came from the detonation of the tank's own ammunition. The turret, with its heaviest armor, fluttered in the air like a leaf, tumbling and crashing to the periphery of the position.

"Well done!"

I couldn't help but clap my hands and shout, the tacit cooperation of my comrades gave the alien a hard blow, and Charles's long-cherished wish was achieved.

"Now you know how good we are! Know that we are not easy to mess with! ”

I got carried away with joy.

The smoke cleared, and the slender barrel shot arrows of fire between the telescopic spaces.

A small mushroom cloud rose from one corner of the position, and the lines of fire shot from that direction were immediately missing.

The engine roared, and the wounded steel behemoth slammed up the gentle slope, and the roar of the main cannon was its roar.

Smoke rose in another direction. It didn't stop, twisting the turret, and the muzzle flame made the behemoth shine more and more hideously.

The screams of the comrades were heard in the headphones.

I froze there, my left hand still in a fist celebration pose.

Aren't we victorious? The enemy's tank should have been destroyed? The smoke-shrouded chariot should have disintegrated, just like its companions. Why is it still moving, and it is becoming more and more ferocious?

My mouth was wide open, I couldn't make a sound, fear grabbed my heart again, and I was about to stop breathing.

It's uncomfortable.

Watching the tanks raging, the alien infantry also became arrogant. Ignoring the dense firepower, many people stood in the open and shot unscrupulously.

It's uncomfortable.

Something you want to do. I think of the effect. I don't want to huddle in a corner and cry again like a piece of waste.

Mechanized infantry appeared, and these were all types equipped with flamethrowers. They went in different directions, and they were going to burn those comrades who resisted, to burn those who were far braver and more useful than me.

I can't let this happen again, and I don't want to live with regrets. Even if it's death, even if it's just a stone thrown into the ocean.

I couldn't hold back any longer.

The body is unable to move as usual.

Taking a deep breath and leaning forward, I rolled down the slope like a wheel.

My body naturally acted in response to the action, and I regained my mobility.

With an assault rifle in hand, it's time to shoot with it. It must have felt aggrieved. There are very few times when I have the power in my hands.

Goddamn mechanical infantry, damn flamethrowers, it's in front of these things that I've become a coward.

Let me watch my comrades die.

Damn, see how many I can take.

Taking advantage of the fact that the enemy's attention was attracted by the fire from both sides, I stood up.

You don't have to look for cover, you just stand and shoot with a big grin.

If someone spots me and turns the muzzle, I play a role in attracting fire.

Aim at the Spitfire's backpack behind it and shoot in short bursts.

The assault rifle clicked, and no tongues of fire erupted.

What's going on?

Aim again, shoot. Click, damn assault rifle doesn't even fart.

I blindly and kept pulling the trigger, and I didn't fire a single bullet. The enemy grew rampant, they regrouped into assault formations, and the figure of the Spitfire disappeared from my view.

From both sides, the fire from the enemy became more and more scattered.

The captain's altered roar was heard in the headphones.

"Missiles, who has anti-tank missiles? Anti-tank mines are fine, who is going to overturn that iron guy......"

The target of his hatred, the wounded MBT, had its turret sunken into the right side of its turret, its reactive armor gone, and the top of its turret, with its active defensive grenades and secondary rapid-fire guns twisted into garbage, dangling from top of the tank like ugly charms.

What a tank of good luck.

However, its luck led to our misfortune. The counterattack on the positions fell short, and now the fighters are hunted down and slaughtered like prey.

I can't accept that just because of luck, we are going to end up dooming.

Watch as it provocatively stops high in its position, firing deadly shells in all directions. Every expansion and contraction of the long-barreled tank gun will set off a storm of flames, and it looks majestic and invincible in the man-made cyclone.

"What are you arrogant about?"

I was enraged. This guy stayed at a high place like a target, and he also violated the rules of the battlefield, and stopped there motionless, bullying us and not having the means to deal with it, because he saw that I was cowardly and didn't dare to fire.

I'm going crazy, cowardly or cowardly, and now it's the turn of such a dead thing to provoke me.

I can't accept it.

It was less than 50 meters away from me. With power assist, it takes less than five seconds to get to it.

The problem is that I don't have a weapon in my hand, and the unlucky assault rifle is just a stick, and it won't ring no matter how it hits.

Anger burned in my chest, and my vision was blood-red.

I'm going to find a weapon, where is it?

I remembered the transmitter I brought with Charles. It's not far from me. I didn't care about any concealment, I didn't care about stealth, so I ran to the launcher twisted in the crater.

The missiles are ruined, and the launchers are ruined. I wasn't willing to give up like that.

An elongated cylinder appeared in front of him, and one of the missiles dodged the shelling. In my joy, I hugged it like I was hugging my lover in my dreams.