Simon lifted an ammunition box, hurriedly pulled out a few drums and stuffed them into the exoskeleton loader, the M6 rifle was modified with a neural fit system, and after connecting with the exoskeleton or mech, the soldiers only needed to focus on aiming and shooting, and the "Taros" combat system would do the rest.

Since Simon chose the "Raider" standard exoskeleton, after his physical fitness has been greatly enhanced, it is very easy to hold the heavy M6 rifle, and the recoil brought by the point 50 bullets does not care at all. Then the fire control tower will not be pressed and beaten by the armored infantry of the Imperial Army before.

The second phase of the order was activated, to defend the Emar Fortress, the military strength of one regiment and one battalion should be enough to hold the arrival of the Allied vanguard, if the sky was clear, the entire 101st Airborne Division would be dropped, but until now only one parachute regiment has come, and the 101st Division's journey is obviously not so smooth.

The huge shell case shook slightly. Patrick on the side was a little uneasy, and asked in a low voice, "Head, why don't we have a large mecha, such as Queen Elizabeth or something?" ”

Simon raised his eyebrows disdainfully, he was equipped with an artillery type "Raider", and an additional M5E2 "Gustav" 84MM multi-purpose recoilless gun was placed behind the shoulders of the exoskeleton, and the sudden burst of firepower was very impressive.

"Young man, I saw too many Gundams when I was a kid." They are all a group of young people, but Simon has been in the war for five years, and his military rank is pressed, so he is naturally regarded as an elder. Simon punched the recruit Egg/Child in the chest, pointed to the top of his head, and said, "Remember, the sky is ours." ”

The young recruit Dan/Zi looked up at the colorful night sky rendered by tracer shells, flares, and large-caliber artillery shells, and in the clouds, each other's all-domain fighters were inseparable, desperately defending air supremacy. The stratosphere hovers over vultures and albatrosses, the latter of which are the most predatory birds of the Allies, unleashing tens of thousands of support drones.

As for the next level?

Yes, it's 2055.

War is eternal, and the form of war is always changing.

SIMON KICKED THE SHELLS THAT WERE IN THE WAY, THE SHELLS OF THE 152MM ARMOR-PIERCING SHELLS WERE PILED UP INTO A HILL UNDER THE SHIP'S GUN FORTRESS, AND THE ONE-METER-THICK ARMORED ALLOY GATE COULD NOT WITHSTAND THE FIRE OF THE XM204, REPLACED BY "IVAN THE TERRIBLE", SIMON COULDN'T HELP BUT HAVE SOME THOUGHTS.

Riding the freight elevator to the ship's artillery fortress, tens of thousands of drones formed a perimeter barrier, and the sporadic long-range artillery bombardment of the Imperial Army was all resisted by these little guys who sacrificed their lives to the death, knowing that the interceptors of the Imperial Air Force had risen into the air, and the vulture transport planes still risked their lives one after another to cross the blockade and drop personnel, ammunition, and equipment.

The barrel of the XM204 was slightly red, and the loader wearing the individual mecha could not keep up with the gunner's faster and faster firing speed, and in the distance, it seemed to be sparkling, which was a harbinger of the arrival of the imperial mecha troops painted in winter, and in the distance, a majestic figure that almost connected the heavens and the earth slowly approached.

Ivan the Terrible.

Simon leaned against the battlement, fingers pulling the trigger, a little numb coldness, looking through the gap at the fortress soldiers, even if they had been accurately hit by artillery fire, they were still extremely indifferent to life and death.

"Save ammo and fire when you get closer!" Simon pressed the intercom and ordered. Then he picked up the M110A4, which had been replaced with a heavy barrel, and said to Patrick: "Boy, give you a chance, come over and be my observer." ”

Simon was lying in a shadow, draped in an optical camouflage net, and with a sniper rifle, his whole person was flooded with a few faint ripples, which was the optical camouflage activating. A few seconds later, Simon disappeared into the shadows. With one eye closed and the other against the high-powered scope, Patrick lay nearby with the telescope, indicating the target.

"Command Blizzard mech found in Area A3." Patrick said, thousands of meters away, a Blizzard mech covered in communication antennas was walking slowly, Patrick immediately pressed the logo button, and the coordinate information was transmitted back to Simon's visual mask.

No one noticed that somewhere in the shadow on the gun's fortress seemed to be somewhat distorted. Unless you are very close, you can hear a faint "ding" sound in the shadows, as for the eye, even if it is close at hand, you may not be able to find the sniper covered with the optical camouflage net.

The bolt was reset, and a bullet casing popped out of the exit window, crashing into a collection bag that was also coated with optical camouflage. After a heartbeat, thousands of meters away, the ice and snow outside the communication mecha blasted a large crater.

"Off, to the left zero zero one"

Simon silently tugged at the bolt, and the next depleted uranium armor-piercing bullet with a black core was pushed into the chamber. In fact, the drone not only sends information to the artillery fire guide when patrolling the battlefield, but the commander and sniper are also in the first sequence, and after the combat system retrieval, many high-value targets have appeared in Simon's hyperspectral visual mask. However, the sniper field of view is too narrow, and it is better to have the help of an observer.

Change the parameters slightly, and next time, Simon didn't miss.

"Watch out for target No. 33, suspected enemy fire guide."

In the silent pale green vision, the red light flickered, and with the flip of the magnification wheel, Simon clearly saw the transmission antenna swaying outside a certain crater, and in the crater was indeed the fire guide of the Imperial Army, and the crosshair ring was firmly fastened to it. When the usher transferred, Simon pulled the trigger.

The bottom/fire hit the bullet straight through the barrel of the supercharger, and the rapidly increasing chamber pressure in an instant, the bullet concentrated into the head of the Imperial Army's guide, and the irresistible kinetic energy instantly shattered the unlucky bastard.

The recoil that can break a person's shoulder bounces back violently, but it is not worth mentioning in front of the exoskeleton. The Imperial Army soon discovered that their high-value targets were being sniped one by one, and the observers pulled out a sparse number of hyperspectral telescopes to try to search for Allied snipers, but there was little hope until the Allies advanced their electrical technology.

So the Imperial Army called for shelling.

Naturally, the reaction speed of the mechs is much faster than that of the artillery, and the artillery in the emplacement is always impossible to aim at the Emar Fortress. After the vanguard of the Imperial Army suffered a wave of heavy losses in front of XM204, its own artillery support came.

The wrath of the god of war is only a matter of time.

The noise-cancelling headphones suddenly began to blink and turn high and low, and Simon took them off, as did all the soldiers on the fort. The officers realized that something was wrong and immediately shouted and ordered the soldiers to hide inside the fortifications! Outside the fortress, a brilliant blue aurora exploded, and the drones suddenly came to a standstill.

“EMP！ Dodge shelling! Intermittent communications could be heard from Captain Ambrose's shouts. The falling drone was like a summer shower, the smashed naval cannon fortress ping-pong, only a few anti-jamming models were able to maintain the flight, and the soldiers on the fortress quickly withdrew into the fortifications.

The Empire is knocking on the outer walls of the fortress!

Drones are the panacea of the battlefield, and they are assembled in sufficient numbers to even withstand artillery shelling, and both sides of the war know this. Once a large-scale EMP erupts, it must be a prelude to a large-scale attack or artillery bombardment!

The roar of the heavy artillery was still clear through the fortifications. Not so long ago, the Emar Fortress was an impregnable barrier to the Empire, but at this time, the Imperial Army only wanted to crush this walnut so as not to become another spike in the meteor hammer that the Allies had fling.

It is said that recruits are afraid of shelling, and veterans are afraid of machine guns. Sitting inside the fortifications of the fortress, the dense explosions shook the fortress. Simon seemed to be back in the Encirclement of Cornish, where the heavy artillery of the Imperial Army shelled the positions non-stop, and there was no better moment in the world than a hot canned stew during the intervals between shellings.

A cigarette was lit from the cigarette case, and only through the heavier and spicy smoke could the anxiety be removed, and the big red star cigarette given by the parachute soldiers burned fiercely, and those who smelled it wept and smoked it sadly.

Patrick, who was on the side, choked and slapped his hands and said, "Sergeant, when did you start smoking this kind of cigarette?" ”

"When the war began." Simon replied.

Patrick took Simon's scattered cigarette, and the boy from Hertfordshire took a few puffs unconvinced, and sure enough, he was about to cough his throat out, making everyone laugh, which diluted the tension a little, and Patrick poured a pot of water in one gulp to ease his strength.

"I do remember you had a girl you liked, oh, it seems to be some Devonshire poplar, did she roll the sheets?" Simon removed the shell casing, crouched and laughed. "Time flies, friend, you don't want to come home at the end of the war and see that the pretty girl's children can buy a dozen puddings." As soon as they heard the word girl, the men, who had been accompanied by blood and fire all day long, suddenly rose to their senses, and stared at little Patrick, who was only willing to smoke fruity cigarettes.

"Did you succeed?" Patrick retorted, annoyed. Simon has a fiancée and the whole camp knows about it, so he is waiting for the leave to return to China to get married, and he is envious of the singles.

Simon pulled out the necklace and shook it, revealing a photo of Simon and another beautiful girl, and grinned silently: "Nonsense, of course, I'll make a little Simon when I go home, otherwise buddy will get engaged?" You kid can't avoid the problem. ”

Obviously, military life has not completely turned Patrick into an old fritter, and he said quite unconfidently: "Uh...... Yes! ”

Somehow, the laughter continued, and Philip handed him a pack of seized cigarettes and said, "I think there should be a vacation after this battle, and get your little poplar done, like a man." ”

I don't know who took out a beautifully carved cigarette case from Patrick's pocket, and the two of them immediately grabbed it and made a mess.

The fortress no longer shakes, the shelling has ended. The captain roared, "Ladies are leaving!" ”

Scratching the crumbs all over his head, Simon picked up his gun and walked out of the fortifications, and the promise token of a twenty-year-old boy accidentally fell to the ground, trampled on by hundreds of pairs of steel feet. Who could tell if the distorted enamel would be the face of a young girl?

The Rangers returned to where they had been before the bombardment, and the top of the fort was in shambles, and under the thick fog of gunpowder that obscured the sky, there was an avalanche.

The gunners hurriedly dragged out the XM204, and the few guns that had not had time to pull back the fortifications, even if they had emergency shields, were only jet-black gun emplacements after the shelling.

"Tom!" All the soldiers on the ship's gun fortress trembled in unison.

"Tom!" XM204 suddenly flicked its muzzle as it fired, staggering to the other side, knocking over several Imperial Blizzard mechs.

And not shelling.

It's Ivan the Terrible, a man-made Titan, the largest humanoid machine in human history.

At this moment, there is still a long time before dawn.

The darkest hour before dawn was the time for the Allied counteroffensive, as waves of armor rushed across the border, breaking through the seemingly impregnable defenses of the Imperial army, tearing a huge breach in the entire defensive line.

In the white moonlight, a mech painted black and red fire-breathing dragon rushed towards Emar Fortress, and the Imperial forces in the fortified area were also launching a powerful counterattack.