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As soon as I was able to move, I rolled over and left the spot.

My legs and feet are still trembling because I am too nervous. I resisted my discomfort and ran to the nearest cover.

A wrecked all-terrain heavy combat vehicle.

Hiding behind the wreckage, I gasped for breath, and for a moment I felt a sense of happiness for the rest of my life.

It's nice to be able to breathe air again.

Steady in my mind, I cautiously probe out of the leg of the heavy tank.

The heavy infantry that fought me is gone.

Perhaps while fighting it, some of its comrades were also firing at it.

The wave of air that was holding me down was most likely caused by the explosives that hit it.

If so, my luck is really against the sky.

I feel more and more that there is nothing wrong with the title of Fu General.

Although I was lucky, I didn't dare to joke with my life.

This practice of probing the ridge line directly from the edge of the basin no longer dares.

The cat bends down and quickly shifts along the arc of the edge of the basin. The target is where Nguyen Pai is located. He's a veteran and has more battlefield experience than I do.

I just want to hug my thighs, and I don't have the consciousness of a battlefield hero at all.

The tactical terminal showed that the Nguyen platoon had left the basin and broke into the periphery of the position.

It's really worthy of being a heroic platoon commander, and in this situation he still wants to assault.

The thought of crossing the ridge again makes my scalp tingle.

In my senses, the other side of the ridge line is hell.

The ground trembled, and a heavy chariot passed by.

This weapon, which is covered in armor and relies on four legs and four auxiliary limbs to move, is a fortress that moves on the battlefield. The two rail-mounted guns continued to spit out tongues of fire out of the basin, and the auxiliary machine guns scattered a fan-shaped array of colors in the air.

I saw an opportunity to follow it across the ridge and finally to the outside of the basin.

This is the real battlefield.

Five or six other infantry rushed out with him.

Outside the basin, there was a line of fire and explosions.

Chariots big and small fight each other.

Attack planes patrolled the battlefield, occasionally spewing deadly tongues of fire downward.

Strange, why are there no attack aircraft of our army?

I was dazzled for a moment, unable to figure out what was more dangerous and where I needed support.

In a daze, he could only find a shelter and squat, looking at the scorching battlefield with confused eyes.

In this chaotic battlefield in front of us, how can we safely cross the past?

The heavy tank's main cannon roared, and the high-muzzle velocity rail projectile left a red-hot trajectory in the air, and the transparent trajectory spread outward into an irregular barrel shape under different air refractive indexes.

At the same time as the fire was fired, an exploding fireball flashed from the side of the turret of the target tank.

The reactive armor, along with the smoke and grenade launchers on the turret, was shattered and thrown backwards.

Unfortunately, the other side did not explode, and the turret body was still intact.

The fire flashed from the main gun of the enemy tank, and the heavy tank was knocked back two steps like a heavy fist.

The blast was flying everywhere with fragments of armor, and I was crawling on the ground in embarrassment, praying not to be hit by the splinters.

The wail came from beside him, and one of the infantrymen who had come with him had his lower half of his body destroyed by splinters.

He wailed, crawled on his arms, spun around and grabbed the lower half of his body, which was bleeding from his entrails, trying to shove his intestines back.

He didn't realize that there were more important organs in his upper body that were already dragging outside.

"Help...... Help me, just stuff it back and ......"

Halfway through the words, the head tilted, and the man was already dead.

I retracted my outstretched hand and continued to crawl, the fear in my heart gradually overtaking the intent to fight.

Another explosion was heard in the direction of the heavy tank.

I rolled over and jumped into a crater, and when I looked back, the big guy covering us was disintegrating in the flames.

The hatch in the belly of the chariot fell, and a body with fire fell.

One of the legs of the chariot was hit, and the hull of the vehicle fell along with the broken leg.

Two soldiers hid there.

They had barely been able to leap up when they were hit by the burning hull.

There was dust and fireworks, and the two were silent.

To act with a heavy chariot is to die.

It may seem dangerous to be alone, but I'd rather go alone than be caught up in the firefights in the workshop.

I wanted to act with the three surviving trios, but they ignored my advice.

I had to run alone in the direction where the battle was most intense.

It's not that I'm brave, it's that Nguyen Pai and they are there, and I have to go over and join them.

The rule of battlefield operations is to always find a sheltered place to settle and try to minimize the time of exposure.

But the situation here is too chaotic, there are enemy units entangled in every direction, and there is no position to ensure all-round security.

I could only stubbornly shuttle through the battlefield, praying in my heart that the luck of the lucky general would still be covered.

There was a continuous shelling from behind, which was raging with small-caliber machine guns.

I hurriedly found a wreck and shrunk my body into it.

Look back in the direction you came.

Where it had previously stayed, an attack aircraft was circling.

The whip formed by the nose gun repeatedly plowed through the ground.

There was a cloud of rubble, and no one was to be seen fleeing.

The three were finished.

In this case, I'm one head two big. It is necessary to pay attention to the combat situation on the ground, to care about what is flying in the sky, and to avoid being affected by the artillery fire of our own people as much as possible.

I always felt that this was not something that humans could do.

"Cover the shooter!"

A shout came from the headset, which was information from the friendly temporary call system. It happened within 500 meters.

According to wartime discipline, the system's calls, to which soldiers can choose whether or not to respond, are part of the non-mandatory battlefield mutual aid support system.

The scene was so chaotic, I was in a hurry to join Ruan Pai, and I had no intention of wading into troubled waters.

Less than fifty meters in front of him, an infantry soldier stood upright, and the anti-tank missile launcher he was carrying on his shoulder spewed tail smoke.

Curved columns of white smoke flew above a nearby tank.

This is an anti-tank missile of the Attack on the Top. The non-escape zone is centered on the highest point of the missile, within a conical area with a radius of 120 meters.

When the battlefield data link is in play, the missile does not need to be manually guided throughout the whole process, but only needs to use the observation and sighting device on the launcher to continuously illuminate the target for two seconds.

Once the guidance is complete, with the mobility of all types of vehicles on the battlefield, it is impossible to escape the attack of the empowerment.

I noticed that the enemy tanks had spotted the missiles flying. Smoke grenades and decoy grenades are scattered around it indiscriminately.

The shooter was also bold, and he was still standing there for more than two seconds.

It must be to ensure that the missile is not interfered with by decoy bombs, and take the risk of continuing to observe and guide.

The target tank had no time to estimate the small shooter not far away, and it was frantically rushing forward, making evasive maneuvers.

However, he was spotted by nearby enemy infantry, as well as at least one heavy infantryman.

The line of fire of infantry small arms, as well as cannon shells, concentrated on the shooters.

With a bang, the shells kicked up dust and rubble.

The shooter's body shook, still maintaining a watchful stance.

The missile enters the climb phase, and in a few seconds, it enters the non-escape zone and no longer needs guidance.

From my point of view, I saw a noticeable depression in the shooter's back, and his body was shaking.

He's trying to guide the missile.

Something in my heart was touched.

Uncontrollably standing up, he raised his assault rifle and fired at the spotted hoplite.

When I stood up, I saw that it was not just me, but many fighters who ventured to shoot and provide cover for the shooters.

It's a pity that my rifle can't do damage to heavy exoskeletons.

The one-eyed sight aimed at its head fired, but due to its poor shooting technique, all the nails spilled onto the chest armor of the hoplites, inspiring a flurry of flying sparks.

I watched as the heavy infantry ignored my suppressive fire, corrected the muzzle direction, and continued firing.

Fragments and rubble flew sideways, and I subconsciously crouched down, and the shooter's position was empty.

The missile lost guidance and continued to climb in accordance with the data link, as well as the navigation means built into the warhead.

The decoy swarm floated from the side of its path, and the missile corrected the climb height and directional blasting direction.

The scorching sword stabbed into the air.

The target tank swaggered up a gentle slope under my glare, spitting tongues of fire.

I felt like my chest was being weighed down by a heavy object, and I felt indescribably uncomfortable.

What is most difficult for me to accept is that the shooter paid the price with his life, in exchange for the continued arrogance of the enemy.

The tank continued to rampage defiantly, and I wanted to pounce on it and bite it with my teeth.

"Brothers continue to cover"

Again, another shooter stood up and aimed at the target tank.

Since there are two launchers, why not attack at the same time?

I almost scolded my mother in the communication loop.

When I saw that there were still blood clots on the broken transmitter, the anger in my chest was replaced by a group of blood.

That's the launcher used by the previous shooter. They only have one launcher.

"Pay attention to cover me, you must kill that son of a bitch!"

There is a sonic boom from the headset when the missile is launched, and the shooter is the one calling for support.

I also let go and stood up again. Still in that direction, the damned heavy infantry raised their cannons and prepared them for fire.

"I won't let you get your way!"

I screamed and fired grenades, creating a viscous field of smoke in front of the hoplites.

Instead of staying put, I ran to the enemy.

Due to the smoke, the reloaded exoskeleton appears and disappears from time to time.

There was a boom, the shooter was alive, and its first launch was missed.

"I'm not going to give you a second chance."

I was almost gritting my teeth and talking to myself.

The distance of more than 100 meters is in the blink of an eye. During this time, there were at least three screeches from the line of fire, including helmets and combat uniforms.

Ignoring the enemy's blocking fire, I broke into the smoke zone of my own making.

Deep in the area, the smoke was getting thicker, and the vision intensifier couldn't allow me to maintain normal vision in it.

But I just felt that the heavy infantry had locked me down, and it wasn't a rational act, it was just a feeling.

And I also know that the opponent is the one I encountered earlier. Although, in my eyes, the enemy's heavy infantry all looked the same.

I drew up a preliminary plan for dealing with the heavy infantry.

It's better than playing unprepared, even if you haven't practiced it.

I've never been a brave man, but at least I'm not scared now.

Say in your heart, "Near, near, closer." ”

I zigzag in the direction where the target might stay.

There was a rumbling sound, and it was only ten meters away from me.

I kept going.

The whistling of air currents swept around him. Another shell exploded in the distance.

This one is also coming for me.

The enemy can see me, and it is not affected by smoke.

I realized I had made a big mistake.

Smoke grenades are not only fired in vain, but also affect their own combat themselves.

It's too late to regret it, so I can only bite the bullet and continue to move forward.

In a flash of inspiration, I changed the zigzag route and went straight in the direction of the cannon roar.

The air was violently stirring over my right shoulder, and I could feel something high in heat passing through my combat suit.

The burning heat and tingling made me grunt.

The right side of the visor is splattered with red liquid.

That's blood spurting out of my shoulder. The stinging pain was followed by soreness and numbness, and the right arm could not be lifted immediately.

I was frustrated and wanted to shout a shout, but I gave up because I was pressed for time.

The loss of the ability to swing my right hand greatly affected my movement speed and hindered my subsequent plans.

But there's no turning back.

Light infantry against heavy infantry is like walking a tightrope on a cliff, and if you are not careful, you will be doomed. The knowledge of books, at least on this point, I completely agree.

If you can't run, you can jump, but luckily I'm very close to the goal.

With all my strength, I leaped forward.

In mid-air, the gray figure of the heavy infantry was already seen. The distance and speed are well grasped, and it would have been more perfect if it weren't for the lack of swing of the right arm that caused the direction to deviate.

I was fast and prepared, and the enemy didn't have time to react.

Before landing, the huge body of the heavy infantry had not yet turned.

Golden opportunity.

The moment I landed, I landed on my legs and continued to sweep towards the enemy.

Next to the nearly three-meter-tall behemoth, I was like a toddler.

Stretch out your left hand, slam the grenade on the exoskeleton, and then press the thunder on the seam of the leg of the exoskeleton.

I quickly wrapped the thunder around it with the bandage I had prepared and fixed it.

My left hand was not very skilled, and I was worried that there would be problems with immobilization, but it turned out smoothly, and I was able to complete all the movements in less than two seconds.

I fell on the spot, and in the middle of the roll I heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Glad it hadn't fallen, I pulled out my pistol and rushed forward.

The hoplite struggled to get back on its feet, but its damaged knee made it unable to do so.

I took the opportunity to reach its flank and pull it down hard by the hidden handle. The exoskeleton opens outwards with a click, revealing the cockpit portion of the chest.

I pointed my pistol at Proxima Centauri, who was still trying to manipulate the exoskeleton to stand.

In front of me was a surprisingly young, feminine face.

The teenage girl looked at me with wide eyes and frightened eyes.

I was stunned, I didn't expect it to be a blonde girl inside.

I felt that the evil wind behind me was not good, and it was too late to hide anymore, so I could only take advantage of the situation and rush forward diagonally.

I heard the sound of sharp objects plunging into the flesh and the sound of bones shattering.

When I stood up again, the left arm of the exoskeleton stabbed into my cockpit with a combat knife.

When I saw the blood-stained blonde hair, I didn't dare to look any further, so I bent down and vomited out all the bitter water.

I will never forget the frightened eyes of the girl in my life.