The initial reconnaissance activities were not smooth, and the fire reconnaissance of the two squads was inexplicably beaten back. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

After the 22 men were sent out, it was planned to let Yushiro overwhelm the formation and lead the reserves, but Wood and I caught up with our troops from two directions. As long as one direction receives an attack from a monster, the other direction responds in a roundabout way, and the reserves are all pressed on, annihilating the monster in one fell swoop.

Unexpectedly, before Wood and I could catch up, gunfire and screams came through, and by the time we hurried with our brigade, the surviving warriors in both directions were retreating.

Of the 22 people who went out, only 9 were able to come back, and the other 13 were outside.

According to the report, the monsters are not combat robots, they have very little armor on their bodies, they are some kind of creatures, they are basically not afraid of small arms, and they are extremely fast. When the scout team encounters them, they are first approached and then slaughtered.

The monster has intelligence, so first find the squad leader who commands the battle and the squad deputy who takes over the command.

The warriors retreated in despair, and they did not pursue.

"They will choose officers to start with, and they will never be in love with war, which means that their intelligence is not low, and it is not ruled out that someone controls them through some devices, but I prefer that they act autonomously."

Under the bewildered gaze of Wood and Xuedai, I told them about the subhuman Shalaman.

"I'm not sure if the opponent is a subhuman, but judging from its combat effectiveness and intelligence performance, it is very likely that it is genetically modified."

Wood: "What are you going to do?" Send troops to encircle these beasts? ”

Me: "No, it's useless to deal with them, just the three of us plus a sniper with an anti-materiel rifle, I'm going to see how high the biotechnology of the devils is." ”

Farouk: "That's right, I'm a heavy sniper, so I'll go with you." ”

The sergeant's unruliness should be a characteristic that comes from the bones, and it has not been restrained in the slightest because of its familiarity with us.

The four of them quickly got ready to stop. The firepower of our team, which can only be called a small group, is not much more than that of ordinary infantry companies, and there is no shortage of light and heavy firepower and armor protection, especially the heavy infantry with the snow generation, and Wood's mechanical body walking around, which naturally gives people a sense of security.

Area 16 is mainly an all-metal main road that spans a deep trench with a width of 5 kilometers and a depth of 2 kilometers.

The seemingly wide and smooth road, underneath is actually an intricate metal structure, ideal for hiding and ambushing, and with four small access roads, this is a haven for small guerrilla warfare.

In the spirit of attracting beasts, we did not intend to be sneaky at the beginning, but chose to act in a big way on the wide road.

Farouk: "You know what? Originally, I thought you were just a group of so-and-so second generations who were raised in the headquarters, and when the battle was almost over, you came out to mix up the credit. Now I've changed my mind, you're a bunch of lunatics. But the question is, as a madman, how did he survive the battle ahead? ”

Wood: "Don't be yours, it's made everyone very angry, and I also have a question, brother, how come no commander has put little shoes on you and sent you to death?" ”

Farouk: "Lao Tzu is hard, all the guys who put on my little shoes are dead, but I, a little sergeant, survived to the end." ”

Wood turned his mechanical head, which no matter how much he looked like a human, and the huge main monitor was staring straight at me.

"Hey, boss, I always thought that your life was hard enough, and there is no one in the solar system who claims to be hard in front of you. Why don't you two compare each other? ”

Farouk's image is that of a rough man, with a cigarette butt in his mouth and his visor open.

He looked at me with scrutinizing eyes, and I noticed an interested look in his bloodshot dim eyes.

"Oh, is it the same with your young major? I don't look like it! It can't be a relative of a general who scribbled on his resume with some foolish experience. ”

Yukiyo: "Uncle, you're wrong. At the beginning of the defense of Mars, he was already a celebrity in the Tarsis war zone, not only habitually killing the commander, but also defeating his comrades. If it weren't for the two of us following him long enough, and our lives would have been thin, we would have gone to see God with the other brothers. How? Aren't you afraid? ”

Farouk snorted, but I noticed a fleeting look of fear in his eyes.

At first, I wanted to laugh at the innocuous jokes between my comrades-in-arms, but after hearing them, the content of their conversation reminded me of my former comrades-in-arms. In a desperate environment, I narrowly escaped life again and again, and I looked at the brothers who could be relied on, who were so much better than me, lying in pools of blood, and many of them could not even find their bodies.

Once upon a time, I used self-hypnosis to knock it all out and it wasn't my fault, I was just a lucky person, and I survived because of luck. Everyone's deaths have nothing to do with me.

Their words once again uncovered this scar that I didn't want to think about, the feeling of loneliness, the guilt of only living for myself, the kind of questioning of myself that struck again.

I can't share this feeling with anyone, the commander must be a lonely existence, and everyone wants to see the person who knows what he is doing, knows how to do it, and can lead everyone to victory. Imitation, cowardice, fear, and other factors cannot be avoided, but they cannot be expressed, for a group of people like commanders, they do not have the freedom to express their emotions, once they are time and space, it often means that the same emotions are geometrically amplified to the entire army, and the result is definitely disastrous.

I remembered Edlaide's words again. At that time, I just had a fun mentality and asked him about the qualities that a commander should have, and I didn't think too much about it. Unexpectedly, Edlaide not only answered seriously, but also emphasized to me in a solemn manner the misunderstanding that as a commander should not be touched. Now that I think about it, does he foresee the day when I will need this knowledge?

Now that I think back to him, it is very unpleasant, such a good person, such an excellent comrade-in-arms died meaninglessly on the battlefield one by one. In peacetime, many of them would have become wealthy businessmen or political giants, but the war came so suddenly that many of them lost their future simply by luck.

As for me, it is not surprising that I will teach in the history department of the university in peacetime, and perhaps the greatest achievement of my life is to publish a book on the historiography of the development of human civilization that no one cares about.

The familiar feeling, the deep underworld of Mars, the feeling of being stared at by Salaman reappeared. It's just that this time I noticed more than one source of the gaze, and the anger and murderous intent they exuded were not comparable to Salaman's.

"Here they were, four of them, all in a metal frame under the floor. Be careful not to get besieged. Farouk, your defense is the weakest, stand by Yushiro's side. ”

I whispered the order in the communication. Farouk looked at me in disbelief, only to be pushed by Wood to Yushiro's side. We stopped, and behind the snow pad, Wood and I were in charge of the wings and straight ahead. Farouk carried an anti-materiel rifle for precise roll call. There was no time or conditions to give him a hypothetical stable gun mount, hoping that he would be able to withstand the huge recoil of the anti-materiel firearm.

Farouk: "You kid, you're a bit of a ghost, how do you know there's someone down there?" ”

Before I could answer Farouk, a frenzied roar rang out one after another.

Four black streamers flipped out from the edge of the main pathway and rushed forward towards us. Their speed is not much slower than that of the drug devils, but combined with a thick reminder and a furious roar, these enemies are far more oppressive than the drug devils.