The exchange of fire in the fortress continued, and the gunfire continued one after another, and there was no hint of calm. After all, there were a large number of defensive forces stationed in the Emar Fortress, and there was only one airborne battalion in the first round of airborne landings, although it successfully controlled four fire control towers and broke through the naval artillery fortress, but it was impossible to annihilate the four-digit number in the three-digit number, and this kind of rough work was the follow-up airborne regiment.

A vulture transport plane can carry a full company of airborne troops and ancillary equipment, and a dozen vultures can bring an airborne regiment. It represents the Allied all-domain fighter jets closely guarding the huge transport fleet.

With so many Allied warplanes appearing in the Imperial-controlled area, there is no doubt about the Allied counteroffensive!

Simon transported three XM204 ultralight guns back and forth to the top of the fortress, and the first batch of airborne regiment soldiers who arrived at the fortress stepped out of the drop pod and quickly plunged into the battles all over the fortress, captured the fortress, and had to hold the fortress!

"Calibrated for 3,000 meters, two rounds of high-explosive bombs, release!" Simon loaded the next 155mm shell into the gun, and the soldiers of the Airborne Regiment who were temporarily acting as gunners programmed the XM204, and a shell whistled out.

Flares inside and outside the fortress never fell, tens of thousands of drone locusts generally swept the designated shelling range, transmitting back real-time image data, once the enemy troops under the fortress formed a gathering situation, the shells falling from the sky immediately arrived as promised, as bright as the day under the night sky, bursting out of blood flowers, as if squashing tomatoes on the snow-white tablecloth.

With the arrival of the second round of airborne troops, and the frantic counterattack of the enemy outside the fortress, the Emar fortress is not a simple fortress, it is the core of the Maastricht fortified area, the fortress is guarded by an infantry regiment and a small number of special forces, and the fortified area has several imperial divisions! Hot water poured hot water on the ant's nest, and until the Allied counteroffensive arrived, the airborne troops, lacking heavy weapons, had to face the Empire's fierce three-dimensional offensive alone.

The "Blizzard" heavy marine mecha is the backbone of the Imperial Mecha Division, and when this four-meter-tall and three-ton guy carries two 30mm cannons, even the allied marine mechs have to temporarily avoid the edge. But the "Blizzard" mecha is almost the level of a toy in front of the "Ivan the Terrible" class giant mecha, and the forty-meter-tall mechanical giant is not much lower than the fortress, as far as Simon knows, the Ivan the Terrible mecha happens to be deployed nearby.

As for the rest of the main battle tanks, armored infantry, and steel frenzy, there seems to be nothing to mention.

It seems that capturing the fortress is just the easiest task.

Behind the fortress bunker and staying in the mecha, Simon is not worried about the risk of losing his life for a while, even the strongest soldiers, it is not an easy job to stay in the mecha for a long time, the mecha is majestic and domineering, but the mecha cabin is by no means a comfortable nest.

"Sergeant, come to the assembly point, the captain asks to assemble." Patrick's voice came from the team's internal communications, and Simon was just about to walk when the paratroopers behind him shouted, "Iron Man, take off your suit." ”

Carrying 155-mm shells with bare hands? It's really a bit difficult for a strong man, Simon opened the mecha cockpit, and with a "beep", Simon jumped out of the mecha, stood away from the shell box, held it for a long time, and finally had a chance to smoke a cigarette.

After fumbling for a long time in the pockets of his blackened military uniform, and not finding the half-pack of Marlboro he brought with him when he boarded the plane, Simon had no addiction to smoking, but just needed to numb his senses with cigarettes.

"Dude." Seeing this, the airborne soldier who painted a disguised oil paint handed over a cigarette, Simon glanced at the red star on the cigarette box, and unceremoniously took it all directly, the airborne soldier, who has always been known for his violent temper, showed signs of having a seizure on the spot, Simon didn't bother to care so much, he lit one by himself, took a puff, and almost choked his throat.

"What the hell! Do you eat tar? Simon covered his throat and coughed so that tears were about to fall, and the airborne troops on the side laughed and did not forget to continue to operate the 155mm gun.

The airborne soldier who handed the cigarette before took out a piece of chewing gum and gave it to Simon, and mocked: "Can you gnaw down the Emar Fortress, but a cigarette can't be subdued?" Sergeant, this is the last time I got it from the black market, the Great Red Star of the Empire, believe me, you will fall in love with this cigarette, just as you will love the Imperial girl. ”

Simon came to his senses, the red dots of the cigarette gradually burned, and he felt the fierceness and recklessness from the smoke, and the cannonballs falling from the sky in the distance exploded, and the dark and dreary sky shone red, making it look like the end of the world.

"Beauty, huh?" The paratroopers pointed to the countless Imperial soldiers who had died tragically under the fortress, outside the fortress was a steep cliff, and farther away was the canal, just the attack on the back was enough to make the attacker suffer, and the 12 XM204 ultralight guns dropped down armed two artillery batteries with two artillery batteries, you can imagine the difficulty of the Imperial army's hasty counterattack on the fortress.

Simon paused to admire for a moment, and Captain Ambrose's roar sounded directly in the team's internal communication: "Sergeant Simon Hayes, if you don't show up in two minutes, I'm going to blow up your stinky face!" ”

Throwing the cigarette butt off the fortress fiercely, Simon scolded a word that started with F, and the captain always did what he said.

Fei also rushed to the assembly point under the naval gun fortress, and rushed into the queue with his head down, and naturally no one on the battlefield cared about such as being late. As soon as he rushed into the C row, Patrick asked in a low voice, "You have been delayed for a long time?" Next, here's the one I picked for you. ”

Simon looked down and saw that Patrick had secretly stuffed a weighty pistol, and he was really a good buddy, always thinking about the squad leader.

Tokarev during the Imperial Alliance, which had long been discontinued, and was even plated with a layer of gold on the surface, must have been the beloved of a certain general. Simon touched the gilded seven-pointed star on the handle of the gun, the corners of his lips raised, gave Patrick a thumbs up, and with a flick of his mind, the gun went into the dark layer of the backpack.

"The captain is here." Sprewell cleared his throat and reminded. Simon saw Captain Ambrose jump onto an airdrop box in three steps and two steps, and said in a loud voice.

"Girls, Daddy is so proud of you, half an hour! Half an hour before we stepped on the Emar Fortress and talked, and I want all of you to fully and thoroughly grasp it. ”

"This half an hour, going down in history, until a hundred years from now, people will say, fuck, the Ranger did a great job!" The captain shook his huge fist, roared and roared. All the airborne rangers suddenly burst into a shocking cheer, I don't know if it was the guy who was too excited, picked up the M47 and opened fire into the sky, leading a group of people around to do the same, and the people of the airborne regiment thought that the ship's guns were under the fortress and exchanged fire.

When the cheers subsided, Captain Ambrose continued: "I know you're all waiting for that 'but', yes! But before that, it's all! ”

There was a burst of laughter in the crowd, although Captain Ambrose was a burly man, but he was very good at complimenting people, and after a sharp compliment, a "but" followed by a poisonous tongue instantly knocked people back to the prototype. The Rangers have long been accustomed to it.

"But! The people of the empire will not sit back and watch us pull out our teeth, open the bottle of vodka to open the party, and send a few more chicks to see us off in triumph! No! Those damn sluts aren't going to do that! ”

"They will counter-attack at all costs, press back tenfold and hundredfold, retake the fortress, chop us in two, stick our heads in guns, and hang on top of the fortress, this is what the imperial sluts will do!"

"Our legends have to be told by us, and if the fortress falls before the reinforcements arrive, everything that happens here tonight is a fucking piece of shit, and no one will boast about the Rangers doing a good job a hundred years from now, they'll just say, what the fuck is that? A bunch of bed bugs? ”

"Tell me, what are you!" Captain Ambrose yelled with his ears clenched.

"Rangers!" All the Rangers responded in unison.

"What is that ranger!"

"The strongest!" Simon said softly that capturing Emar Fortress was not his first battle, but it was probably the last battle for everyone present, but the fighting spirit had to be high!

Captain Ambrose nodded in satisfaction and said, "That's right, always the strongest." After saying that, he pointed to the mountain of drop boxes piled up in the open space square under the naval gun fortress, and shouted: "The strongest should be equipped with the best equipment, now, take off the broken copper and iron on your body, go there to find equipment, replenish ammunition, and after ten minutes, everyone, act according to the instructions of the second stage!" ”

"The one who took the girl must guard her heart!"

"Disbanded now!"

Walking to the square full of supplies, the drop boxes with hanging lights are still descending. The dense ejection trajectory depicts the night as a grotesque ultra-modernist work, and since Simon knew that the raid on Emar Fortress would be a prelude to an Allied counteroffensive, he could guess that there was an air wing flying overhead.

Simon tore open the "Blue Sky Raider" airborne weight-loss exoskeleton on his body in two by two, crumpled it up and threw it aside. To put it bluntly, this thing is a mechanical shelf, weighing only a dozen kilograms, which is only enough to provide the wearer with a basic increase in strength and speed, if Simon himself added armor inserts to his chest, and the dead bald head of the command tower was punched down, Simon would be useless if he didn't die. And those special airdrop sealing armor pieces are okay in the air, and they can't move normally if they don't pop out after landing.

The standard "Raider" exoskeleton not only greatly increases its strength and mobility, but also integrates a variety of combat systems. And there is a layer of special alloy armor in all vital parts of the human body, and small-caliber bullets are basically ignored. It is the equipment that every soldier dreams of.

Simon put down the M47 and picked up the M6 "Beowulf" rifle he was equipped with, since he changed to the "Raider" exoskeleton, it was necessary to change the shotgun gun, and the 50 caliber gun was more suitable for armored infantry.

As he walked, he reloaded the magazine, and the ground suddenly trembled, and Simon's hand was very steady, and he continued to vibrate, and a bullet slipped from his palm.

"Is there an earthquake?" Patrick wondered.

Simon's face grimaced, he pressed down the last point 50, loaded the magazine into the rifle, pulled the handle of the pull, and loaded, and said.

"The Titans are coming."