"Enemy infantry at a thousand yards!" The bell tower sentries shouted in their most primitive mouths, and then the soldiers shouted along with them.

"A thousand yards!"

At noon, Simon's long-range sniping of a Blackwall Reserve Officer obviously completely angered the Combine, and he didn't think that it must be the angry observation group that demanded an immediate attack. Only half an hour after the sniping killing, the first round of shelling rained down and lasted for more than a point, and at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, the combined forces brazenly launched an infantry attack despite the approaching sunset!

From this position, you don't need a telescope to clearly see the dense shadows of the flickering figures moving forward. Simon "swiped" the trigger, and a 7.62 bullet was quietly discharged, and a small blood flower was set off in the wave, which was immediately drowned, and the successive cold shots forced the enemy infantry to swarm and hide behind the leading armored vehicle.

"Wait! Wait a minute! Ramirez calmed the slightly restless soldiers, several infantry chariots brought by the Combine army at any cost had begun to fire 25mm chain guns, and the successive tracer incendiary bombs not only stripped the outer wall of the main building of the fortified academy from the earth, but also ignited a series of iron fence vines closest to them, and the flames gradually caused a foul smell.

"Eight hundred yards!" The gunslinger on the bell tower has been replaced with a shooting nest to avoid repeated sniping and cannon coverage. Although the Combine has sufficient artillery, the artillery reserve is another concept, and the Combine Army, which has been drained by multiple city-states to share its elite inventory, will not use the regular armament against the Crusaders to clean up the situation for Hydra at a critical moment?

"Keep waiting! Keep them close! Near! "The armored infantry is calm, but the steaming exoskeleton signals the urgency of the coming war. Under the orders of the commander, whether it was heavy weapons, projectile fire, or even rifles, they were silent.

"Six hundred yards!" In just a few kilometers from the enemy's jump out of the assembly area to this place, Simon emptied three magazines, and thirty rounds of ammunition harvested no less than a dozen heads, and the White Death reaper, who shuttled through the rubble and bricks, coldly pushed up the handle, and his solid shoulders could not shake even the recoil for a minute.

"Five hundred and fifty yards!" Not only was the roar of the machine guns of the enemy's infantry chariots audible and the dust that shook down countless clouds, but it took great difficulty to catch the would-be shooters wandering in the fortifications, and the grenade projectiles outside the "petite" turret fired one after another, and strings of orange-red flames bloomed.

"Five hundred yards!"

As soon as the words fell, Jonathan's nose was as white as a dragon, and he roared violently, even the M2 bullet chain was injected, and the bullet explosion could barely be concealed! In an instant, several lines of fire burst out! Straight Infantry Tank Armor Flying Sparks! The crew inside is terrified!

Explode!

"Boom!" A sudden blue light appeared under the tracks of the infantry chariot at the head of the row, and the black scorched mud suddenly burst into rage! A huge amount of steel balls and shrapnel bounced like a rain and swept past the infantry who followed closely behind, and in an instant their knees fell and wailed all over the field.

"Stand back! RPG！ The commander in the infantry chariot screamed in horror, and the gunner desperately manipulated the turret to swing towards the tail flame eruption, and the panicked driver frantically stepped on the brakes, and hung up the reverse gear at the fastest speed in his life, and the steering wheel turned to turn, which was to turn!

"Stop! Person! Person! "The poor infantrymen, struck by the thunder, were still crawling with difficulty, and their comrades, who were still able-bodied, braved the flying bullets and ran to the back of the chariot to drag the wounded away, only to be met with a terrible howl. The tracks first ran over the heels of the wounded soldiers who were too late to break away. At this time, the companions were still holding the palms of their comrades, who had turned into flesh, trying to pull them out, but no matter how much they shouted and slammed the car guard, it was to no avail. Just as the tracks were about to rub against his toes, he let go.

"Stand back!" Simon scrambled to his feet, waved his hand away the shooters who had just fired a round of rockets, and as soon as he turned the corner, the explosion followed. Thick smoke poured through the sky in an instant.

"You take three people to Building Two! Come as planned! Simon grabbed the Calamity Blade, who was climbing up the spiral staircase, and pointed to the auditorium adjacent to the main building. Calamity Blade twisted his neck and shouted, "Johnson, Bernie, Bull, follow me!" ”

When arranging the defense of the Polytechnic before, Simon gave the highest priority to laying minefields, not only the light steel ball mines brought out from the Mill Fortress, which were specially aimed at living corpses and marching mole swarms, and even the anti-armor mines that were used to destroy the incoming human regular army, and even the homemade mines buried by the disaster blade, all of which were laid, and the main body of the Polytechnic was simply constituted a hedgehog.

"Dad, we're leaving!" Peter shouted at Jonathan with his ears pulled, and the muscular giant laughed wildly and watched as the enemies were smashed by the M2, until a bullet was light, and then he hurriedly lifted the machine gun and transferred.

Once there is an RPG appears

In order to avoid an armor-piercing rocket that was enough to paralyze the whole vehicle, all three infantry vehicles were making an emergency turn, not to mention that they were no longer used as cover for the infantry behind, but they caused a lot of meaningless casualties due to the pressure of the collision.

Simon quickly locked onto a non-commissioned officer-looking guy who was yelling loudly on a walkie-talkie a few hundred meters away, and through the scope, Simon could see the emblem on the front of his steel helmet, an "F" made of wire hoops, and the non-commissioned officer of Ford City led a group of soldiers from other city-states. Its efficiency can be imagined. With a sharp shot, Simon jumped off the stand with his gun in his hands.

In the hall of the main building, there are purple-blooded soldiers running past with guns, and then the spiral ladders and rope ladders are transferred to other points, or moved to another building or even the old tunnel, from the armory box raised in the basement of the refuge, the dome "cloud" dust is always endless.

Simon put down the M110, picked up an assault rifle and lay behind the sandbag, leaving only the nail window with a hole in the hole to be the Combine soldiers who were scared by the thunderbolt, to be precise, these are all recruits, and I think with my ass that I know where the Iron Army, which has made an agreement with Simon, will send veterans to do this kind of cannon fodder.

"Have a drink? Chief? Marco beside him took out a small wine jug close to his chest, took a sip, and took a sip of wine with a "smack~".

Simon smiled and held his fingers round, raised his head, and said, "Cheers."

The two looked at each other and laughed.

A few kilometers away, the command of the Combined Forces.

"The attack should be stopped immediately! I can't send the lads to a minefield! "The representative of the Combine who is responsible for launching the attack smashes the map table." Send out self-detonating drones! Send a rocket throwing truck! Clear the minefield! ”

"Lost time." Officer Moschi picked up his coffee cup when his fist fell, and slowly raised his binoculars to look at the battlefield where the smoke of gunfire continued.

"What did you say?" stands for disbelief.

"Lost time." Moschi repeated.

"Withdraw my troops!" Before the spit star splashed into the cup, Moschi grabbed the representative's neck with one hand like lightning, and his eyes were still unwavering, not reminiscent of a ruthless man who had fought with the Imperial Mecha Corps and retreated.

"Go on the offensive and either withdraw after dark, or I call in other reinforcements."