"Second row! Offensive! "A heavy shell exploded, sending out tons and tons of blood-stained dirt, drowning out cries of despair.

Simon clutched his helmet to the enemy's rain-down nets of fire, tracer ballistics painted the night sky in a sickly splendor of colourful images, and beside him, one soldier after another shouted to his feet, even though the muddy abyss was under his feet, and the hot bullet casings jumped out of the shell window and hit his face, causing a slight pain, it was not enough to shake the determination to victory.

Simon jumped out of the trench, pulled the trigger, and the bullets shot out in a straight line, and the recoil commensurate with it turned into a hammer and smashed into the shoulder, and a flame erupted from the bloodshot eyes, blocking the line? Tear it up! Encirclement? Smash him!

Roaring and roaring, the fishy wind swept through the muzzle of the gun and circled over the slaughterhouse where thousands of people wailed, and the fishy wind, the flame, became a gale that swept across the sky, blowing the message of the goddess of war that kept repeating how clever she was, and made all the people of the world submit.

Close support planes flew over the battlefield, turbofans "clicked", and thousands of pillars of fire rose up in front of Simon's eyes.

……

"Click, click, click......" The vulture's unique chirping disturbed Simon's thoughts. Of course, he didn't die on a river beach somewhere, and there was a vicious bird standing next to him that was proud and chose to eat people.

It's the middle of the night on December 23, 2055, and Simon is in the stratosphere 15,000 kilometers from Earth. It is true that there is a vulture, and he is in the belly of this vulture.

The C-143 "Vulture" stealth tactical transport aircraft, including Simon Hayes, the entire Company A of the Second Battalion of the 71st Ranger Regiment, and more than 100 armored airborne troops, are all in the belly of this vulture.

Flesh vultures, mechanical vultures, in a sense, are exactly the same.

They are all hunters.

And never satisfied.

Only a few lights lit up in the dim cabin, and a flickering scarlet light flashed past the rows of airborne rangers wearing the Blue Sky Raider-powered exoskeleton. Although the visor obscured his face, Simon's steel-blue and cold eyes were like vector nozzles outside the global fighter plane, burning faintly, and anyone who dared to touch the tower even once would only be burned to ashes by the merciless fireworks.

War.

Never stops.

"This operation must crush the enemy's resistance with the most rapid and resolute attitude, seize the planned place at the established time, and provide guidance and support for the follow-up troops!" Simon recalls the captain's pre-departure remarks as he taps his sensor gloves and habitually checks the Talos combat system. Although Simon has worn the exoskeleton for countless training and battles, in order to avoid that possible risk.

Even if the Allies are as bold as the Allies, the exoskeleton equipment cannot be equipped in the whole army, and this kind of support frame tailored to the physical requirements of the soldier is not just a simple matter of giving more power. After integrating the combat system and adapting it to the requirements, the armored infantry equipped with exoskeletons become miniature weapon platforms, the recoil of the guns is almost completely negligible, and the neuronal fit system can increase the wearer's physical fitness by more than several levels. Similarly, exoskeletons powered by shaped fuel, both in terms of manufacturing and maintenance, plus the cost of sorties, are more than twice as expensive as traditional armies.

Shaking his head, dispelling the dizziness, Simon knew that the transport plane had broken through another electromagnetic interception net, and the Imperial Army had laid a net in this fortified area, and perhaps in the next second, there would be anti-aircraft fire suddenly pulled up, and then all the raiding troops were buried in the cold and hot stratosphere.

The real horror is not necessarily death, but waiting for death, Simon has always ignored the emotion of not feeling the battle, but this operation is too much to die, people must have some good memories to accompany before they die, right?

Five years ago, before the world was swept away, a certain California kid was working in his dad's gun shop, because Simon's dad promised that if he shot a soda bottle 700 meters away with a Remington 700 rifle before Christmas, then he would have the gun.

Just before Christmas, the war began, and instead of getting the Remington from his grandparents, Simon picked up an M5 assault rifle because Simon was eighteen years old and he received a conscription order.

Memories are not always good, for example, the six months in the new barracks were directly ignored by Simon, not that Simon was bored with those tiring days, but that the protracted war turned too many familiar faces into gray statues, and Simon couldn't remember how many of his comrades he had fired ceremonial guns.

Simon raised his head and looked at the pitch-black cabin roof, dozens of millimeters of aluminum outside the harsh silence of dozens of degrees below zero, once a person was thrown out, he would not live for a minute. Simon touches his nose self-deprecatingly, only to touch the engineering material of the visor, which triggers the quest prompt.

Airborne raid on the fortress of Eben Emar, garrisoned by a heavily armed Imperial infantry regiment with a tight anti-aircraft fire network and several Imperial reserve divisions stationed outside the fortress, knows if the people in the transport plane will survive a minute.

The visual mask showed the time, and at 11 o'clock sharp, the airdrop was getting closer and closer.

After completing his recruit training, Simon was transferred to the 27th Infantry Division, and like thousands of young men who joined the army, he flew across the ocean with an outdated C-5 transport plane. It no longer even has human attributes, but the countless meaningful zeros behind 1 in the generals' plans.

The ground effect vehicle carrying Simon crossed the Baltic Sea and sent him into the Königsberg Encirclement.

The Battle of Fort Kosny, from January 25 to December 25, 2050, for nearly a year, the Allies held on to the only remaining fort area after the defeat at the Battle of Courland, and sent reinforcements in a steady stream, and finally withdrew at the cost of more than 78,000 casualties under the strong pressure of the Imperial Army.

Simon blinked, unable to tell if the noise in the cabin was the wind or some kind of peculiar whimper. He was one of the few soldiers who survived a battle filled with blood, fire, and mud. After tonight, if there is still the rest of his life, Simon will still not forget that church.

57。

In 2050, the Imperial Army launched the Thanksgiving Offensive against Königsberg, and Simon took a McMillan sniper rifle of a fallen squad sniper and killed 57 Imperial soldiers on a church bell tower.

When he woke up again, Simon was lying in a hospital on the Miren Isles as the nurse read him the Wehrmacht's war report from a month earlier.

The entire 27 infantry division, 18000 people, only survived less than 3000 people.

Simon's battalion was one of his own.

It is said that people will have a very deep memory of all kinds of first times. Discharged from the hospital, Simon entered the Ranger Regiment, and after countless battles in five years, now that he thought about it, it seemed that there was a mist drifting and covering, and no matter how he thought about it, it was only superficial.

Sideways glance over the soldiers beside him who were held in place by the airdrop beam, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, and now eight young men were holding their lives in their hands, Simon knew the Rangers' motto, and since they knew, they were destined to take the most difficult road first.

Simon suddenly remembered that the sun was shining brightly on the shores of the Great Lakes, and the pastures were as vast as the sky, and he was leading his horse through the prairie, and a female knight galloped past him, taking his cowboy hat with him.

As the sun dimmed, Captain Ambrose walked through the cabin, looking at each soldier one by one, and Simon knew that the time had come.

The captain temporarily took off his visco, and his scarred face was rather ugly, but it just proved that the captain was a battle-hardened warrior. The captain shouted in a purely loud voice, "Girls, do you know what we are going to face!! ”

"Enemy !!" The Rangers responded in unison.

"Does everyone know what we're going to do!!"

"Combat !!"

"Tell me, what's waiting for us!"

"Victory !!" Everyone roared hoarsely, as if this would drain every trace of hesitation from their hearts.

"Rangers, open the way!!"

"Unstoppable!!" Simon left all anger, joy, sorrow, and disappointment behind, and all he needed was the purest faith to fight, to kill, to win.

Go home.

"Then cheer up! Arrive at the drop area in ten minutes and warm up the first round of airborne weapon systems! ”

The faint sound of antifreeze lubricant gushing out from under the ultra-light 88mm gun on the shoulders of the "Seraph" airborne HAWP (Heavy Automatic Weapon Platform) was faintly resounding, and Simon raised the corners of his lips, living for war, dying for war, and the pleasure of seeing the enemy being knocked down by war weapons is comparable to the most violent desire.

"Put it in five minutes, prepare the exoskeleton recoil system! Check the Landing Booster Pump! ”

Turn on the command on the center console of the left arm, and the recoil thruster on the sole of the foot is well fixed and start to store energy. The system self-examines the huge jetpack behind it, which is either carried to the ground by the thing or becomes a firework in midair.

"Put it in three minutes, seal the exoskeleton!"

Pieces of intelligent alloy armor leaves are removed from the fixed beams to which the individual belongs, and embedded into an exoskeleton designed according to the main human bone veins, with constant internal pressure as the threaded teeth close. With the visible visor turning into visor mode, the heavily armed "Medieval Knight" returns to the battlefield.

Simon doesn't wield a great sword or ride a warhorse, but his killing efficiency will only embarrass the Ancestors!

Gradually like a sleeping dragon opening its eyes, the red light in the cabin exploded, and the palpitating breath permeated every corner.

"Airdrop in a minute, girls, you're going to pick up! Open the deck! "Turn on the team communication, the captain ordered.

The creaking of the movable deck was no match for the wind sweeping up, the hoarse storm filled his ears, and the noise in the cabin was incomparable, Simon looked down at the dim and infinite continent under his feet, and his heart was empty.

"Airdrop after thirty seconds, open the bondage insurance!"

The scapulars snapped open, and Simon only had to press the huge red button at hand, and if it was too big, it would be on the ground in forty seconds.

Yes, forty seconds.

"Row A, jump!" As soon as the airdrop indicator light was turned on, dozens of airborne troops immediately fell. Even with the belly open, the special stealth coating applied to the outside of the vulture still blocks most ground detection.

Row C, jump! ”

Vultures have empty bellies.

The 100-meter-long zipline descended suddenly, and even at an altitude of 14,900 meters, Simon was able to glide effortlessly with the help of correction.

The figure suddenly paused, and the companions who were close at hand suddenly walked away, Simon immediately realized that something was wrong, the stable zipline that should have been automatically lifted was bolted to the buckle plate because of the rapid drop in temperature, Simon grabbed the zipline with his backhand, and a sharp blade popped out of the exoskeleton arm, and the lock knob behind the shoulder was lifted, and it fell again.

The altimeter on the visual mask was only more than 14,000 meters, and Simon didn't want to hang on his head, and after eating the anti-aircraft fire, he ordered: "Pressurize and start!" ”

"I haven't reached the predetermined altitude, so please confirm again." A cold mechanical female voice said.

The night sky was icy blue, like Simon's pupils, Simon didn't hesitate and immediately confirmed.

The pressurized pump ran suddenly, and the jet pack pulled out two extremely clear tail flames, and the overload high G that climbed in an instant even if it had been trained and adapted many times, but when it hit at the real height, it forced the eyes to turn black and the internal organs to twist together.

With the smell of blood in his throat, Simon caught up with the team, who looked at him firmly and nodded, and swooped down towards the fortress of Eben Emar.

Hundreds of fireworks fell from the night sky, saying that it was a prelude to a grand celebration, but it was more like a meteorite rain, bringing more than just beauty and splendor.

……

The anti-aircraft machine gun sentry on duty at Emar's fortress muttered, reaching out to his companion for a cigarette.

"The last pack! After the draw, wait for the next ration! Another sentry warned, but the two of them quickly took a pleasant puff of smoke rings, and they didn't care about the light ban, if the Allies did attack, the exposed soldiers would hardly survive the first round of fire, so it was better to have fun in time

The sentry clasped his hands in the sleeves of his coat, and he shivered from the cold night, "Meteor?" The companion stepped on the cigarette butt and looked wonderingly at the hundreds of blazing trails that pierced through the clouds in the sky.

"Then I hope to fall to the west." The sentinels casually pointed to the west, hundreds of kilometers away on the border, and the million-strong armies of the allies were eyeing each other.

The two laughed, and suddenly the smile froze on their faces, and the poignant air defense siren sounded, resounding through the fortress!

Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!

What a meteor! That's the Airborne Forces!

"All gun emplacements, fire freely!" The horn heard the angry shouts of the fortress commander, and the sentries rushed to the 12.7mm anti-aircraft machine gun, and before they could adjust the settings to the meteors, they had already fallen in despair.

Right on the Fortress!

"Jump!" This time, it wasn't Captain Ambrose who gave the order, but Simon was giving orders to his team. The first wave of airborne landing had only one battalion of troops, and each platoon, each squad, each group had a designed target.

"Bang!" The thrust of the recoil device suddenly came from under the soles of his feet, and in the second before he was from the shattered bones, the counter thrust took Simon to jump upwards again, jumping ten meters high, and the sealing armor that had been withstood to the limit exploded instantly, and dozens of pieces of alloy armor were much more powerful than the fragmentation grenade, and the enemy in front of the explosion turned on his back. When he landed again, he already held the M47 strategic caseless rifle in his hand, and with three extremely fast bursts, he fiercely knocked down the two unlucky guys in the machine gun nest before his feet stepped on the solid ground.

Rolling on the spot and unloading the depleted jetpack, Simon stood up and ran to the corner, leaning slightly to the right, and firing a grenade launcher from the muzzle, blowing up the machine gun tower in the corner. In thousands of battles, drawing the gun and pulling the trigger, two extremely simple actions have long been engraved in Simon's mind.

Without a word, Josh, the attacker of the squad, rushed out through the smoke, and the orange flames swept down several guards who rushed to the command room. The rest followed, and Simon taped a hollow charge to the blast door, which took effect immediately, and the blast door, which could withstand heavy shells, was covered with paper under a shaped cone. A big kick kicked the ground.

The moment the door was breached, Patrick, the support hand, quickly threw a nine-link flash infrasound, but Simon was also facing it, but the visor ignored the light waves that were enough to temporarily blind and deaf, and accurately marked the bright red humanoid patterns. Pull the trigger, shoot hard, and when you regain clarity in front of you, there will be no more enemies standing.

"Ford!" Simon shouted the name of the technical sergeant, who was not carrying a special all-in-one backpack for everyone, but a pair of portable electronic countermeasures equipment.

Ford unloaded his backpack, and the team tacitly unfolded the transmission antenna to set up, time flew by, and it was a great danger to be in the enemy's nest for one more second. The technical sergeant debugged the electronic jamming intrusion instrument within a minute, and the power was fully turned on, as long as the intrusion signal was intercepted and the darkness was entered, the fire control control tower of the fortress was under control, and all the automatic anti-aircraft fire in the area belonged to the airborne rangers!

Simon glanced through the shattered blast door into the depths of the night, and Thor threw down his hammer and turned it into lightning, smashing the strongest fortress on earth!