It wasn't until the wee hours of the next morning that Karin returned to the infirmary, and I didn't wait for her tired figure to enter. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"How about it, it doesn't matter to the second battalion, right?"

The beautiful blonde curls wilted listlessly on her forehead, and she gave me a blank look, the squad leader, and kicked everyone out of the infirmary in a shameless way.

As the door slammed shut, we were left with a few old men looking at each other.

"The baby soldiers are hanging."

Chen Bin sighed, and the melancholy on his face became more and more intense.

Because of his status as a scientific and technological soldier, the division commander asked him to serve as a cultural instructor of the second battalion in his spare time, and he had the most intersections with the child soldiers. This kind of teacher-student friendship is sometimes no less than the comrade-in-arms.

I'm also worried about the teenage soldiers. I thought that the position of the reserve team was relatively safe, but I didn't expect that before the enemy saw it, they were bombed first.

Motioning for Grice to go to the company headquarters to inquire about the situation, I walked up to comfort him.

Chen Bin shook his head and walked away.

I wasn't angry, I just felt that I had failed as a squad leader.

Grice sent a message back from the company. The 2nd Battalion of the 3rd Regiment was hit by infrasonic shells.

In a rush of fire, almost all the shells fell in their defensive zone.

There is the protection of the sniper tower, and the children's dormitories are also set up in the sturdy towers, so there should be no problem in terms of safety.

An infrasonic cannonball broke through the tower's gates. Murderous sound waves wreak havoc along the stairway inside the sniper tower.

Perhaps to be brave, the children were crammed into an adjacent row of rooms on the second floor to rest, and the three-defense door on the floor was not closed at the time of the incident.

Mistakes in multiple details have irreparable consequences.

After the shelling ended, the commander of the second battalion took people to inspect the casualties.

He thought about comforting the frightened child soldiers and teaching them the way by the way.

Unexpectedly, what appeared in front of him was a room full of flesh, internal organs, and unformed corpses.

The second battalion commander was a veteran who had seen blood and killed people, but he still couldn't stand the terrifying sight and the self-reproach in his heart.

On the way to the division headquarters to report, he shot and ended his own life.

At the beginning of the war, our division lost the strength of the entire battalion, and it was still a boy's battalion. Even the tenacity of the soldiers of the Heroic Company was affected.

There was an atmosphere of sadness throughout the spy company.

Feeling the fragility of life in the war, I couldn't help but begin to doubt the meaning of the War of Resistance, and my once-firm belief fluctuated again.

The enemy launched a fierce attack day and night, and the rumbling artillery never stopped for a day.

In order to break through the fortress defense line and eliminate the full-spectrum interference center buried deep in the Martian ground as soon as possible, they have not hesitated to suffer casualties.

Heavy trucks loaded with wounded soldiers can often be seen evacuating the wounded to the rear. From time to time, additional troops were gathered near us, and soon these new arrivals were sent to the front line.

On the contrary, our division, nominally a reserve, has never received a combat mission. Except for the loss of a battalion at the beginning of the battle, most of the time was in the position of spectators.

On this day, I used to go to the company headquarters to inquire about the news, but I did not see the company commander in the intelligence room, and it was said that the company commander could not bear it and went to the division headquarters to ask for a mission.

When I heard the news, I had an inexplicable expectation. I have been in the position of spectators, seeing countless comrades-in-arms lying in pools of blood, or returning with serious injuries, and seeing countless brothers walking on the front line, and our special service company, which is not old or weak, but has a quality and technical and tactical level stronger than ordinary troops, but shrunk back in the special seat to observe the battle.

The feeling of guilt and guilt is stronger day by day.

Many times, when I saw new recruits, I was too embarrassed to look at them, for fear of being asked why I hadn't been fighting.

The screech of the heavy artillery swept through the air, and listening carefully to the intensity and direction of the screech can determine where the shell landed.

As the screams drew closer, the suspicion in my heart turned into conviction.

Before I jumped up to warn the others, there were already people shouting about heavy artillery strikes, pay attention to concealment.

I didn't have time to return to my own defense area, so I hid in the bunker of the company headquarters.

The correspondent is the only one who sticks to his post. In the midst of the deafening noise, he desperately contacted the division commander and asked the division headquarters to provide intelligence and electromagnetic countermeasure support.

endured the rumbling that seemed to be everywhere in heaven and earth. I have a splitting headache, and I can't wait to pull out my gun and aim it at my head now.

This is not an ordinary cold artillery or school firepower, but intensive artillery preparation, which is a routine that the enemy must have before attacking.

It's so perverse.

We were in the rear of the battle line, which was quite safe in the defensive battle of the fortress, and even the artillery positions had to be ahead of us.

Although the depth of the fortress is only more than 100 kilometers, and the entire territory is covered by heavy artillery, the enemy usually does not spend a lot of ammunition against the large rear.

Everyone here has a fixed hiding position, and all important facilities and equipment are protected by bunkers.

Covering this place with heavy artillery fire, unless you are lucky, is nothing more than a waste of ammunition.

I don't think that the shells of the enemy's landing force are so numerous that they can be wasted at will.

The combat terminal receives an urgent order from the company headquarters, and all units are ready for battle, and soldiers can open fire without asking for instructions after receiving the enemy.

This artillery attack must have contained a sinister conspiracy of the enemy.

The sound is all too familiar, even if it is muffled in the sound of an explosion, I can't be mistaken. The peculiar sound of the tiltrotor breaking through the air gave me the creeps.

"Stealth attack aircraft, the enemy's banshee fighter is nearby, prepare for air defense!"

As I was in the bunker of the company headquarters, my shouting attracted the attention of the company deputy and the instructor, who looked at me, exchanged glances, and seemed to have made up their minds.

The company headquarters immediately issued air defense and anti-concealment combat instructions.

From the bottom of my heart, I admire the officers of the Company of Heroes. Not only are they quick to react, but they are also good at making quick decisions. I was just a small squad leader, and they grasped the key point of the crisis with my words and made the most appropriate response.

I asked myself if I was in their position, not believing a subordinate shouting in a panic.

Soon after the order was issued, the bright green line of fire from the Gaoping dual-purpose machine guns and the white smoke from individual anti-aircraft missiles began to sweep across our company's positions.

The artillery preparations had stopped, and I hurried back.

A series of scarlet light beads appeared in the sky, which were anti-aircraft weapons that were confusing our side with fighter jamming shells.

I am relieved that this at least proves that the enemy's sneak attack is bankrupt.

The bright yellow flames fired by the ground-fired rocket nests, the fire whips from rapid-fire guns, and the smoke screen from the firing of auto-defense grenades mottled and confused the sky over the position.

I'm all too familiar with such a firepower-wasting attack, and the enemy is not only dispatching Banshee fighters, but also Hellfire attack planes.

Wouldn't it be possible to sneak attack, would they want to storm it?

I kept an eye out for the shadow of an enemy attack plane on either side, or the roar of an engine like a grim reaper.

The impression of seeing an attack plane around me in the blink of an eye was so strong that until recently I would often pop up Hellfire attack planes in my nightmares.

In front of our position was the position of the 1st Regiment, on the flanks was the 2nd Regiment on the defensive, and the 3rd Regiment was transferred back to the division headquarters to establish a joint defense zone because of the loss of the 2nd Battalion.

To return to the defense area of the 2nd platoon, the nearest road was to take a shortcut in the position of the 2nd regiment.

Approaching the position of the second platoon, in the left-hand direction, the position of the 1st Battalion of the 2nd Regiment was ablaze. In at least three directions, there were 6 Hellfires spewing tongues of fire at them.

I'm in the right position to be able to visually see these Hellfire attack aircraft.

I didn't think about using assault rifles to shake these aerial tanks, so I used an eyepiece viewer to capture the images and coordinates of enemy planes for the first time.

I'm no longer a battlefield fledgling, and it's clear that a person in an open area is equivalent to a target. However, the opportunity is really rare, and it does not take much time to read the coordinates of the enemy aircraft.

I nervously put each enemy aircraft into the aperture of the eyepiece display, and waited patiently for the optical rangefinder to get a reading.

The wireless communication system had long been paralyzed, and I turned my helmet and replaced the transceiver with a light sighting system to send information to the nearest sniper tower.

One, two...... Four, victory in sight, the enemy did not find me. I can't stop the ecstasy in my heart. Although it is not a one-handed destruction of enemy aircraft, this kind of combat method is like a direct guidance on the spot, which is also the first achievement.

The enemy planes shot down a few months ago were not counted as combat exploits even if they did not say that they were not reconciled, and when they were praised by others, they always felt that they had stolen the exploits of the captains, and they had no confidence in their hearts.

This time it was different, it was I who ventured to guide the air defense system on the battlefield. I can finally live up to the position of class leader.

The fifth fighter suddenly made a large maneuver to evade it. I can't lasso it with the spotter anymore. In the afterglow of the eyes, the group of enemy planes, which had been distributed in a fan shape, began to lose their altitude, and the formation became scattered.

They did tactical evasion in advance, and I was discovered.

The cold permeated his body, and his body could no longer maintain an upright position.

I almost threw myself on the ground and rolled towards the nearby semi-underground hideout.

A strong flame, a huge impact, and I felt like I was being thrown out......

The body is fluttering, maybe I'm dead. There is a gentle and delicate touch in the back of my head, and I feel so comfortable.

"Is this heaven? It doesn't seem to be as beautiful as the legend......"

A familiar throbbing sound came from his forehead, "You have no conscience, you are served by the old lady, and you are picky, be careful to let you taste the taste of hell." ”

Feeling that the smile on the corner of my mouth could not be contained, I stretched my body and turned my head sideways to make my neck more comfortable.

"You've got to get an inch! Look at the old lady who doesn't fix you. ”

The voice was furious.

She made threats. I waited for her to do it, but I just patted her forehead after all.

I proudly continued to enjoy the tenderness and delicacy that came from my neck.