The soldiers carried Keitel up the hill with great difficulty, and in order to cover his safe retreat, the leader of the second squad rushed out of cover with all the remaining able fighters and launched a final and ferocious attack on the enemy.

The soldiers who remained on the battlefield relied on the thick individual armor to withstand the rebels' attacks, even if they were pierced by armor-piercing shells, they had to give the opponent the final blow under the adrenaline of the individual armor.

"Sir, why did the other party suddenly become so fierce?" In the hidden headquarters at the top of the mountain, a thin soldier lowered his binoculars and looked at the big man with a large black spider tattooed on his chest.

"Hmph, the trapped beasts are still fighting, I think they are so desperate, they want to save the person who climbed the mountain." The ink spider took out a large cake from his pocket, grabbed it in his hand and chewed it heavily, "Bring me a rifle." ”

"Yes." The soldier did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly handed over his gun to the ink spider.

The ink spider grabbed the rifle and threw the cake to the ground, the computer that came with the armor had been firmly aimed at the soldier who was climbing the mountain, of course, he was not ready to give them a one-two, seeing that the soldier was desperate to save this half-dead "corpse", then maybe this "corpse" was the person the young master wanted.

"Bang!"

Spike-shaped armor-piercing projectiles whizzed through the air and hit the soldier's head with great accuracy.

The force of the impact caused the soldier's head to hit the rock wall, and the momentary trance made him almost let go of his hand and fall down the mountain, but he bit his tongue and stabilized his body by the sobriety brought to him by the pain.

"Everyone, don't chase that soldier just yet, and when we're done cleaning up the gang below, we'll play with that kid." Seeing the soldier climb over the hill and disappear from sight, the ink spider glared at the soldier beside him and ordered. He definitely had a chance to give the soldier a second shot in the same place, but that way, it would be a lot less interesting, wouldn't it?

"Yes!"

The leader of the second squad watched the soldiers leave, and when the back disappeared into the sky, he finally smiled, at least, their sacrifice was not in vain.

Watching the surrounding comrades fall one by one, the rebel soldiers gradually surrounded them, firing armor-piercing bullets into the heads of the survivors, and in less than ten minutes, only the leader of the second squad was still alive on the field, but the soldier escorting Keitel had not gone far.

The rebel soldiers aimed their guns at the only standing Federation soldier on the battlefield, wrapped him in a circle, and did not kill him because of the order of a certain person himself, he wanted to live.

"Put down the gun, soldier, if you know each other, it's better to surrender and honestly explain all your information, I don't have the mood or the energy to transfer the machine from elsewhere to do a brain check for you." The ink spider took a few people, eating grapes and spitting out the peel in his mouth, and slowly dangled in front of him.

"Tell me where your superiors are."

"Bang!"

A bullet pierced the armor of the squad leader's right knee, knocking him off balance and falling to his knees.

"I'll say it one last time, and I'll give you your current message. Your ground forces, your fleet configuration, and the purpose of your here. Say one more extra word, and your head will taste the smell of bullets. The ink spider's hand was tightly placed on the team leader's shoulder, and all the peels he ate were spat on the mask.

The team leader didn't speak, just lifted his mask and spit a mouthful of thick phlegm on the face of the ink spider.

At this moment, there was a silence around the surroundings for an instant, and everyone looked at the ink spider with wide eyes.

The smile on Mo Spider's face did not decrease but increased, and he didn't wipe the thick phlegm on his face: "Yes, if you dare to spit on Uncle Ben's face, you are still the first, there is a kind." ”

"Hmph, don't talk nonsense, if you have the ability, give me a good time!" The squad leader looked disdainful, and his hand quietly touched his waist.

"Good! Uncle Ben admires your courage, so I decided to ......" Mo Spider turned around, and when he turned around again, there was already a sharp saber in his hand, "Uncle Ben will fulfill you today!" ”

The bright blade stabbed into his chest from the weak point of the armor, and blood gushed out like a spring, instantly filling the entire individual armor, and the medical agar could not solidify his wounds.

However, the surrounding rebel soldiers did not take the initiative to step forward, and they all stepped back like crazy, because they heard the countdown sound of laser grenades.

A difficult smile opened on the corner of the squad leader's mouth, and the slowly lost eyes reflected the ink spider's gradually frightened face.

"Boom!"

An earth-shattering sound echoed through the valley, and colorful laser beams flew across the sky, forming a rainbow of visual sensations through the scattering of mist. The living fled like frightened birds, and the dead turned into a cloud of dust in the ground.

The soldier carried Keitel, who was almost equivalent to a corpse, and the sound of the explosion behind him had disappeared, replaced by a deathly silence. The wind blew up the sand and gravel on the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust, obscuring the soldier's view and his back. Tears rolled wildly in his eyes, but the soldier didn't have time to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, and if he couldn't bring Keitel back safely, what was the point of the brothers' deaths.

However, the sight he saw along the way made his heart half cold, and corpses kept appearing in the thick fog, these corpses were the soldiers that Keitel had sent back to contact before, one of the heavy communication equipment was on the back of an upper body corpse, the lower half of the corpse had long since disappeared, and the blood stained several square meters of land.

The soldier gritted his teeth tightly, and his blood-red eyes looked at the seriously injured and unconscious Keitel on his back, with the speed of the individual armor itself, it would have taken quite a long time to rush back to the original assembly point, and with the weight of Keitel, the speed was even slower. And looking at these corpses on the ground, it is obvious that the other party has a certain amount of ambush strength on the periphery, at least a patrol force, and now he wants to face dozens or even hundreds of times the rebels alone, and the success rate of escape is almost 0.

But he couldn't abandon Keitel and escape alone, he knew very well that his life was bought by a dozen brothers in the crater, and only if he successfully sent Keitel out, or if he died with Keitel, could he be worthy of those dead brothers. It just so happened that it was almost sandstorm weather again, and coupled with the electromagnetic interference around him, the communication and detection systems of the Federation soldiers were not yet functioning, let alone the rebels, and if he was lucky, the extremely low visibility around him should provide him with cover.

"Big brother, what should I do? The smoke was too big to see where the little rabbit had run. ”

"Don't worry, let the Air Force, it just so happens that we still have a few rusty helicopter gunships? Pull it out. Standing at the top of the mountain, the original freshly shiny individual armor on his body had already appeared in several ravines, but none of them were fully penetrated, he raised his arm and threw the dusty grapes into the crater.

After a while, the buzz of propellers was heard in the sky, and five helicopters blew up the dust and appeared in the air at a height of hundreds of meters, each of which was an old antique left over from a thousand years ago, three of which were American Apaches, a Ka-50 of the Russian Federation and a Wuzhi X.

However, due to the lack of complete logistics to provide supplies and repairs, these helicopters are actually only the most outdated and simple rockets and machine guns that can be used (but there are a small number of rockets loaded with thermobaric warheads, which can pose a certain threat to armored units), and they also rely on the crew to aim with visual power, because all the precision instruments such as radar on the plane have long been broken, and even if those things can be used, they can't withstand the electromagnetic interference near the crater. At the beginning of the 21st century, the so-called precision instruments became blind and deaf here.

Ink Spider sat on the Z-10 helicopter gunship led by him, and personally piloted the helicopter to fly in the direction where the soldier's back disappeared, and the four rocket nests under the wings kept making rustling sounds under the wind and dust.

"Big brother, the wind and sand here are too big, and the helicopter can't last long in such a harsh environment." The co-pilot behind the ink spider shouted into the headphones.

"Don't worry, the wind and sand will disappear in no time." The ink spider said something brainless, but his face was still very relaxed, and he couldn't see any nervous expression.

Sure enough, the wind and sand quickly dispersed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the stars in the sky gradually appeared in front of everyone's eyes, along with the stars, as well as the Federation soldier carrying a "corpse" on his back in the distance.

A 122-millimeter rocket ejected from the chamber, although it was a visual aim, but the combat quality of the rebel soldiers was not low, and the rocket hit the soldier's right hand two meters very accurately.

The shock wave from the explosion would effortlessly knock the soldier over, and the body behind him was instantly free, and both of them flew ten meters away like kites with broken strings.

Wu Zhishi stayed above the heads of the Federation soldiers, the propellers kicking up a storm of dust around him, and several other helicopters hovered in the other four directions, rockets and cannons all aimed at the Federation soldiers.

Wu Zhishi hovered above his head for half a minute, gradually descending, and the ink spider took off the hood and threw it casually next to the federal soldier.

"Tell me, which unit, what is the position, and what do you come from?"

"I don't know." The soldier gritted his teeth and shook his head, although most of the power of the explosion just now was absorbed by the armor, it still caused him a considerable amount of damage.

"Bang."

Plumes of white smoke were emitting from the muzzle of the Ink Spider's rifle, and the nail piercing bullet was embedded in the soldier's knee, blood rolling out of the armor, but the soldier didn't even snort.

"Yes, you have backbone, it seems that the Federation has trained you well. Still, whether you say it or not, I'm going to carry that thing back. With a mocking smile on his face, Ink Spider pointed to Kettel not far away, "Seeing that you are in such a hurry to send that thing out, it seems that he is quite an important person among you, could it be your captain?" ”

Looking at the fleeting frightened eyes of the soldiers, the ink spider knew that he had won, and the rest, all they had to do was bring the corpse back, even if it was really a dead man, they would have a way to extract his memories from it.

However, what he didn't expect was that the soldier in front of him, who seemed to be tied up, suddenly grabbed the laser rifle while he was complacent, and wanted to shoot him in the head.

It's a pity that the soldiers behind the ink spider are not eating dry food, and as soon as the federal soldiers here raise their guns, the rifles are kicked away in the next second.

The laser beam still hits a hovering Apache. The high-energy beam easily tore through the armor of the gunship that flourished more than a thousand years ago, and even the propeller was broken into several pieces. Apache lost control and threw himself on the ground.

This completely angered the ink spider.

"Bastard, you want to die, don't you? Good! Lao Tzu fulfills you! Adjutant! ”

"Yes!"

"How many more rockets do we have with thermobaric warheads?"

"Less than fifteen."

"Good!" The ink spider grabbed the armor-piercing rifle, fired another shot at the soldier's left leg, and turned to walk towards Wu Zhishi, "Drag that corpse back, and when we take off, warm up the little brother on the ground with thermobaric bullets." ”

The Ka-50 Black Shark gunship turned its double-layer propellers, the nose was aimed at the soldier's position, the pilot's finger was already pressed on the launch button, as long as the red button was pressed, only the blazing flame hell awaited the soldier.

"Wait for me, comrades, I will soon be able to join you, please forgive me for not completing the task assigned to me." The soldier stood up with great difficulty, the wound on his leg seemed to have no pain, his eyes were fixed on the helicopter in the sky, the soldiers of the fleet of country Z, even if they died, they would die standing and die.

"Fire!"

Suddenly, a beam of light fell from the sky, accurately cutting off the tail of the Ka-50, and the helicopter lost control, spun and fell to the ground.

The ink spider looked at the sky with a solemn face: "It's not good, they're coming, retreat quickly." ”