Simon spent the winter at Fort Kent, and because of the winding mountains on the east coast, spring came later. But no matter what the season, you can't kill the boring training at the base. Fortunately, Simon has higher authority, and he can go to the weapons testing site from time to time to get a good time, and life is not too difficult, and the prospects of the war are becoming more and more optimistic, and the waiting time will not be too long.

One day in April, Simon finished washing up in advance when the sun rose, sounded the bed horn, urging the recruits to complete a five-kilometer armed cross-country run. Simon wiped the Colt python that the Major had given him, put it in his holster, and walked to the airport to wait for the arrival of the transport plane full of supplies from the base.

A few months have passed, Simon and the airport ground crew are familiar with each other, saluting each other's cigarettes, chatting and chatting inevitably turned to the recent battle situation, the ground crew pointed to the global map on the iPad, and said: "The first mecha division took Minsk this morning, hehe, I really envy them, the women of the empire are notoriously beautiful, I knew that I should have signed up for the fighter unit back then." ”

Simon didn't care how many imperial cities the Allies had captured, he casually dealt with a few words, the sun was dazzling, Simon took out his military hat and put it on, pointed to the expanding black dots in the sky, and reminded: "Don't dream, the transport plane is coming." ”

The ground crew muttered as they prepared to land, and a few of his fellow Ranger comrades beckoned Simon over and stood behind the major to stand up. Simon had no choice but to watch the ground crew drive the forklift with ease. Simon squinted at the transport plane with a different flying attitude, and Simon recognized at a glance that this was the C-17 "Globemaster", and it stands to reason that all this type of aircraft should be on the mainland battlefield.

"Hey, it looks like the war is going to be won, C-141 can be regarded as a fuck off." The person next to him sighed, indeed, the domestic military transport has used the mothballed old aircraft of the last century, and the airport has a headache. Simon nodded, and the C-17 unfolded its landing gear, the tires rubbing against the runway.

Major Lippmann pressed the intercom and said "understood", and then said to Simon and them: "This plane is not on the shipping table, the bullet is loaded, let's go and take a look." ”

The Rangers put away their playful thoughts, pulled out their guns and walked towards the runway, Simon pulled the python trigger, the C-17 had just stopped, the cargo door had not yet touched the ground, a team of black-clothed soldiers with M5 rifles rushed out, and the ground staff of the nearest airport was directly killed on the spot!

"Zizizizi...... Tower...... Attention to all...... Unauthorized persons...... Attack ......" communication suddenly sluggish, the current stabbing and stabbing sounded, Simon's pupils suddenly shrank, and shouted: "Enemy attack!" Enemy attack! As soon as the revolver/muzzle was raised, the whole person fell like a hammer, and dozens of black-clothed soldiers knocked over everyone on the runway in an instant, and quickly ran towards the exit.

Simon endured the pain, lying motionless on the ground, his mind was extremely confused, why was he attacked by soldiers with the same equipment at the domestic base. The black-clad army passed by him in a hurry, and no one stopped to investigate, the warm blood flowed to Simon's face, pursed his lips, and seeped into the collar, these veterans of a hundred battles did not die on the battlefield, but were inexplicably knocked down by a shuttle in their own base.

It wasn't until the footsteps of the black-clad army disappeared that Simon trembled and felt for the Zhibao lighter in his breast pocket, and the heavens favored him again. But he did not favor the others, Simon crawled over the corpses of his comrades, and Major Lippmann was still half breathing for the time being, with blood foaming in his mouth, and ordered with difficulty: "Leave me alone, go, warn...... Warning......"

Simon pressed the Major's hand against the wound and whispered, "Hold on!" I'll call for support right away! Picking up the revolver, the cat raced out of the runway as fast as he could.

As soon as he left the runway, the terrible sirens sounded throughout Fort Kent, and Simon realized that the black-clad soldiers did not attack the nearby terminal, but broke the isolation net and ran straight to the depths of the base, completely ignoring what was along the road, as if they were fleeing the road. Simon was screaming hard towards the terminal, the earth shook like waves, and the sudden vibration directly knocked Simon to the ground. The dazzling flash directly grinds away all the shadows and darkness, and at this moment, thousands of miles of day!

Simon's steel-blue pupils instantly turned a violent red, and at the end of his vision, a black blood-red volcano suddenly rose, and the clouds of smoke and ash raised the volcano like a moon until it occupied the entire sky!

"Lord...... Lord. Simon muttered, wondering several times that he was in a deep nightmare, what did he see? Nuclear explosion! No way! It must be a hallucination!

The terrible sirens were mixed with the screams of surprise and despair of the soldiers, and the visible annular shock wave was inexorably attacking the mountains, how many nuclear bombs could release such earth-shattering energy?! People block into ashes, God blocks, kill gods!

Fear instantly choked Simon's throat, but the survival instinct drove Simon to crawl towards the camp, he didn't die in five years of war, he didn't die just now, and today, he won't die in this dog place where birds don't! The Grim Reaper can't take him today!

The camp was filled with a tumultuous crowd of soldiers, staring blankly at the colorful clouds that seemed to freeze on the other side of the sky, and a few of them were quick to turn their brains and run to the thick-walled warehouse, where there was only hope of survival.

Light radiation! Nuclear radiation! Electromagnetic wave!

People in the center of the nuclear explosion are in a sense lucky, because in a Planck time, there is nothing left of the evaporated scum and disappears without pain, and the ensuing shock wave and thermal radiation are the real killer feature, Hiroshima! Nagasaki! Anyone who has read history will never want to wait for the cruel second half of his life!

When the ship is about to sink, even the rats will choose to jump into the sea to survive.

The hornet's nest stabbed open entirely, blocking Simon forward, and Simon roared vigorously: "Get out of here!" Obey orders! I don't care about you! "But the thirst for survival trumps the obedience to order and discipline, and who will be in charge of a little non-commissioned officer at this time?

"Bang bang bang!" Simon fired several shots into the sky, barely deterring the mutinous soldiers, and he couldn't shoot the crowd in his way with a heart of stone, whether Simon didn't dare or didn't want to, he couldn't resist the others with weapons!

At the sound of an order, a downpour of bullets came from the rear, and dozens of soldiers were cut down like wheat, and there was not just one C-17! The follow-up group forced landing, and the rebels, who were exactly the same as the black-clad army just now, picked up their rifles and fired frantically to open the way! The overwhelming wave of nuclear explosions and heat waves is not the biblical flood of destruction, but God cannot have such great power!

Simon turned and jumped into the training ground sewage ditch, drenched in the stinking water. Death swung his red-hot scythe, and the light radiation swept across the base, burning people alive into dry corpses charred on the outside and tender on the inside, Simon struggled to sink his body to the bottom of the ditch, enduring the buzzing of his temples, but the sewage ditch saved Simon's life for the time being. And any building that is not strong enough will be torn apart beyond recognition by the shock wave in a matter of seconds. No matter how huge the C-17 is, it is still a little chick, several infantry combat vehicles blasted through the cargo hold, forcibly smashed to the ground, the operator climbed out of the car, and did not hesitate to operate the vehicle-mounted machine gun to shoot at the crowd, how can there be any enemy friends at this moment! Whoever stands in his way will die!

Simon crawled out of the boiling ditch like crazy, panting roughly, the base was full of fireworks, and groups of human torches were burning, crying and falling to the ground. Simon's fingernails clenched into his flesh, forcing himself to compose. Be sure to survive!

After calming down, Simon immediately understood the intention of the rebels to rush to Fort Kent, and scrambled to the depths of the base. Perhaps there is a nuclear bomb shelter deep inside the base that has long been forbidden to soldiers! But the base is in the nuclear explosion killing circle, and the next wave of radiation smoke and dust will arrive at any time, and the hair hanging from the sword of Damorix has long been broken!

Mecha! Mecha!

The T-55 mecha jumped out of the brain like a thunderbolt, any type of mecha has a three-proof device, as long as it is not at the center of the nuclear explosion, it is not a problem to save your life if you are in the cockpit of the mecha! Moreover, wearing a mecha and being immune to small arms strikes, even if you are not equipped with weapons, it is still more than enough to deal with infantry chariots!

The chariot ran over the ground with broken limbs, and Simon watched as the crowd that couldn't dodge was shattered into a pink mist of blood by the cannonballs, and was run over alive without breathing. Simon blinked violently as he waited for the chariot to leave, through the sea of blood and purgatory.

Hurrying to the front of the mecha warehouse, the door locked and open only with an officer identification card, the black shell wrapped in the radiation smoke of tyrannical death has already engulfed the airport. The non-commissioned officer ID card was of no avail, and Simon was anxious to find the mech-gun officer lying nearby.

"Help...... I ......" Simon rummaged through the gunner's uniform, the gunner's not dead pleading and begging, allowing himself to shake like a rag bag.

Tearing off the identification card, the machine gun tore open the lower half of the gun officer's body, dripping blood and mushy intestines, Simon broke the gun officer's palm with all his heart, and staggered to the front of the identification machine.

"Checking your identity, please wait." The mechanical female voice said coldly, the nuclear storm engulfed all the exposed personnel in the base, the warehouse door slowly rose, Simon couldn't wait so much, and he couldn't wait to help the slide roll into the warehouse.

Simon rushed to the back of the nearest T-55 mecha, took out the non-commissioned officer card and inserted it, and with a "drop" sound, the mecha half of the body unfolded, Simon stepped into the cockpit with both feet, and the stress module was activated, and the personnel posture was detected to be correct, and then the sealed fuselage was closed, and the T-55 combat system was turned on, and the thermonuclear storm smashed over with a face. It is like ink dripping on rice paper, and the whole body is yellow in an instant.

Swallowing his saliva, Simon has been in the army for five years, and the thought of life and death on the battlefield is commonplace, Rao is like this, and his heart is still "poofing" and shaking the ground. The holographic screen, which has not yet been warmed up, presents a sickly brown scene, the instruments that have been disturbed by electromagnetic waves and malfunction crackle and spark, and the headlamp barely illuminates a few meters in front of it.

According to the normal procedure, it should be the technician who lifts the hydraulic lock before the mecha can leave the warehouse, but at this time, it is purely suicide to let people go out to unlock the lock, the mecha anthropomorphic mechanism is synchronized with the driver's actions, Simon stretches out the mecha siblings and forcibly rips off the tangled pipes, the coolant drips down the mecha groove, Simon takes a deep breath, and the inertia mechanism gives him considerable pressure.

Knocking open the attached mech's arsenal, Simon inserts the "Gustav" launcher diagonally into the hook behind the mech, holding an M3 heavy machine gun in the crook of his steel arm. Walking out of the warehouse, several groups of belated rebels burst out of the radiation storm, and the narrow vision of the rebels' gas masks loomed with marker lights, but the rebels were forced to suffer by the radiation dust, and they violently pulled the trigger when they met people.

The crisp thump of the bullet approached step by step, the orange fireworks suddenly tore through the nuclear mist, the barrel of the gun was slightly hot, Simon indifferently stepped on it half an hour ago, and now the Fort Kent base, which was full of corpses, gradually lit up with a misty blue light behind the broken isolation net.