"At 12 o'clock, fire!" The M47 has a caseless design, omitting the shell ejection device, the rate of fire has been significantly increased, the additional weight of the shell has been reduced, the ammunition carrying capacity has been increased to 50 rounds per round, and the recoil can be easily carried even by untrained women and children. The so-called invisible soldier is accurately captured in the hyperspectral eyepiece, and what kind of color-changing camouflage can make a bullet pass through the body without hurting a single bit?

"Grenade!" Astrid slowly retreated, and the technical sergeant immediately pulled out the "Northern Lake" grenade launcher, and after a grenade, Astrid shouted, "Smoke grenades!" Smoke grenades! Change plans, go to the retreat point! ”

Sure enough, the ghost emerged from the aftermath of the explosion intact, and the stormy firepower of the special forces did not hurt its fur, but completely angered the "man". In the spectral mapping, the ghost is a living person diffused with an ionic halo! How could it be a blurred silhouette when draped in optical camouflage when moving!

It's not human!

"Retreat! Fall back! Astrid pressed the blockade button and stuck it to the hallway wall, "Whew! "The shaped fuel in the blockade bomb is a wall of fire that can reach a temperature of 1,000 degrees Celsius in an instant, and as expected, the flamethrowers of the combat engineers can't cope with it, so what can a mere wall of concentrated fire do? The ghosts shuttled, and the wall of fire froze for a moment, and then rekindled.

"This thing is in hot pursuit, what the hell!" Cabrera carries the most versatile equipment, and the narrow corridors do not allow multiple people to run together. "How do I know!" In vain, Sessions ditched the grenade and relied on kinetic energy to penetrate. The physical means of gunpowder explosion, shrapnel splitting, and temperature melting are useless against ghosts! Which pig brains did that group of staff officers at the headquarters come to the conclusion of the invisible soldiers! It's a ghost! Evil spirits!

"Get rid of your goddamn burdens!" Astrid was second to last, and Cabrera was two or three places behind her. Cabrera hurriedly tried to untie the backpack, but the integrated backpack couldn't be thrown away unless it was cut with a saber! "Throw away the load!" Astrid shouted, the video link of the Combat Engineer Group made it clear to everyone how the ghost killed the soldiers like knocking down blocks, and the combat engineers of the heavy explosion-proof exoskeleton were left with Major Conway running for his life, how similar was it to the Marines who had entered earlier? Yes, they are equipped with top-of-the-line armament, so what? Seeing a ghost only makes the fear spread faster!

Cabrera tugged at the gun belt, and before it was too late, the dark green passed through his body. There was a slight "hiss" sound, like a skirt being slightly untied, and the elite special combat team lost all their vital signs in an instant. "Run!" Astrid watched Cabrella's face suddenly rise and the light in her eyes disappear, and the pain was even transmitted to the ghost, who hunched forward and let out a silent scream.

"Where are you!" Astrid called Conway on the other end. "Area 4B! The ghost is on my way! The dog stuff is catching up with me! This thing wants to lift me up and break my neck! "In the small box of the video, the ghost that killed four combat sappers jumped out, just like the humanoid green ray." Take a shortcut back to the upper deck, we must withdraw to the ship! Astrid's facial muscles fluttered, and she slipped her rifle back into her pouch and ran with her hands thrown away.

Deathmatch.

"Sir! Front! Front! "The back team changed to the front team, and the team members who ran at the front suddenly saw another ghost, two phases of attack, and there was no way to avoid it!" What a detour! "Astrid scurried into the lower staircase on the left-hand side, and when she took the first step, she was already out of the intended route, and it was true to save her life when it was time of life and death!

As the red dots on the map marking the Marines got closer and closer, Astrid's suddenly realized that the first Marines were concentrated at the intersection near the upper level, and the fish that slipped through the net were caught in the lower level, and they had no way back! Now, the fisherman has collected his nets.

The oxygen supply to the visor increased suddenly, and Astrid gulped in the turbid air, although she ran second this time, it didn't mean that she was one point away from danger, and the team was heading towards the deep tank, once they reached the deepest ballast tank, it was a fool's dream to go back to the deck. "Bang" someone fell, the stumbling ants crawled, and there was no need to look, there were three people left.

"There's no way!" They ran down the road to a certain operating compartment, the chain-chained square cover vibrating inexplicably, the boots grinding against the floor with a screeching noise, Second Lieutenant Sessions shouted, there was a dead end ahead, and the security door was locked. Astrid turned around, and the two ghosts, one on the left and one on the right, took the upper position, and these ghosts seemed to sense the desperation of the team, and even began to taste, Astrid stared at the ghost's inhuman appearance. She had brushed shoulders with death many times, but the Grim Reaper also had the laziness to snooze or be kind, she forced herself to calm down, changed into a new magazine, twisted the bolt load, the butt was against her shoulder, she squirmed her lips and said: "There are three of us, two ghosts, we run separately, left, center, right, one run, be sure to pass the news to the headquarters!" Let them sink the ship! Got it! ”

"Understood!" Second Lieutenant Sessions replied with another member of the team, Adam. The sweet taste of despair is over, and the ghosts are in search of a sweeter pathos, first with small steps, then with great strides! "Let's go!" Astrid roared, and the DM13 shellless bullet spewed out a large cloud of gunfire, illuminating the pitch-black chamber where they couldn't reach their fingers, and the team diverted their path, charging like Jedi towards the enemy they knew they would die.

The caseless bullets in the transparent magazine disappear quickly, and the M47's unique rotating automaton structure causes the bullets to move in a circular motion. In the eyepiece, the ghost stretches out a halo of light and ionic fireworks, pure mythical ghosts. A second before crashing into the arms of the demon, Astrid suddenly slid and saw a clear vision ahead! Empty! "Tom!" Not everyone is as lucky as Astrid, the ghost's arm struck a special operator's bulletproof insert, and a giant hammer smashed into the insert, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and before he hit the ground, the spikes in the plate pierced the heart.

"Come on, animals, do you want to suck your uncle's bone marrow?" Sessions was cornered, and out of the corner of the lieutenant's eye, he saw that Astrid had managed to get away from the ghost, and the second lieutenant pulled the AATS watch that Astrid had given to the team before he set off, double strength and weakness detection, and the highest amplitude of time overdrive, and the second lieutenant activated the knob of the shaped fuel rod. What a good girl. Second Lieutenant Sessions looked at Astrid, and as he was dying, he was seen off by a beautiful alien, who was luckier than most of the soldiers. What's more, the girl was also looking back at him affectionately, unaware of the third ghost quietly appearing in front of her, and Sessions opened her mouth wide to remind her loudly, but her thumb had already touched the button, and the wire was implicated in the detonator. "You ......" the second lieutenant only had time to say the letter "y" before the miniature explosion led to a series of deflagrations of the shaped blocks. Before the fire curtain ablated the lieutenant's vocal cords, he shouted "b".

“back！” Astrid jumped, and a third ghost stood in the doorway, apparently following the sound, the ghost stared straight at Lieutenant Sessions, who had been fused into a white skeleton, and the ghost turned his head, the first, the second, to the side. Although invisible to the naked eye, the bloodthirsty tyranny that radiated through it was frozen into the mind.

Am I going to die here? Nobody cares? No grand funeral? No crying with garlands? She finally filled with a hint of sadness, "Bell! "A deafening tremble, her world, dark.

……

"General, today's routine report." The secretary sent a stack of papers, and Lieutenant General Williams said "Thank you." But whether it was a female secretary wearing a straight military uniform with her chest high, or a lieutenant general who didn't lift her eyelids, they all knew that this was nothing more than a ceremonial idiom imprinted in their bones. I'm old. The lieutenant general waved for the second lieutenant secretary to withdraw. He admired the graceful curves of the young female officer, and fifty years ago, perhaps the lieutenant general would have given birth to some open secrets. However, the old general only wants to pave the way for the army during his tenure, and as for where it leads, as long as it is not destruction, the general is willing to accept it, and burn the afterglow for it.

The general flipped through the files marked by the eagle logo, and naturally remembered Astrid, who was on a mission hundreds of nautical miles away. To be honest, during the years at the helm of West Point, the general didn't like her at first for a girl who obviously longed for power and desire but conveyed a down-to-earth surface. Astrid Josephine is on the list of punishment for violations every month, and I don't know if she is relying on the glory of her father or grandfather, or her own means. In short, every weekend, the general and the private would meet in some form, either looking at the lonely trainees in the training ground through the shutters of the small building, or the reading girl in the memorial hall. The general omitted some embarrassing images. "Requesting a modification of the submarine electromagnetic grid?" The general puts on reading glasses. Old fellow, it's hard to keep up with the times, he laughed to himself.

It is expected to reduce the continuous navigation time by 30% and improve the safety rate of personnel dealing with mimic organisms. The general thought about it again and again, but still gave the instruction "No." "Manpower is a resource, scarcity depends on horizontal comparison, if a diver can exchange a hundred tons of fuel, then change it. There are too many "pioneers" in history who have given answers, and there are still a copy of "The Great Patriotic War" and "History of the War on the Eastern Front" on the general's shelf, one is an imperial author, the other is a federal author, and it is necessary to look at things critically and dialectically, ancient and new Eastern philosophy.

The general ticked and crossed one by one, until he reported on the progress of Operation "Mountain Green Light" at the Fort Kent Vault. "Rangers, Rangers, unstoppable." Most of the Rapid Reaction Force are Fort Benning Base Rangers, who regularly conduct camouflage reconnaissance of the Federal wasteland, and many of them have received professional spy training and are sent further afield for long-term infiltration. Even though you are the chairman on duty, the spy list is still in the hands of Admiral Tyran, who is surrounded by champagne beauties and recuperating in the undersea sanatorium. I heard that he had a son dead? Williams thought with pity that the Admiral had only two sons and a daughter, and that the youngest son, Metroon Tyran, had confirmed that he had died in a daze by the wasteland mob. When the old man thinks about things, he easily thinks of politics, and sometimes, the lieutenant general forgets whether he is a military officer or a politician. After all, this is a new era. The old man picked up his teacup and took a sip of warm water.

The General continued to look at the report, which stated that the remainder of Squad U disguised themselves as Wasteland Mercenaries and were stationed at the large gathering point closest to the Fort Kent Vault. Blackwater? What a vulgar name. The Rangers were given the power to act cheaply, and everything was allowed as long as they thought it was feasible. Detachment U is recruiting displaced people, and after a brief training, it will be deployed into the logistics supply team to attack the Great Lakes industrial area to explore the Fort Kent refuge, and will monitor the progress until the headquarters decides to commit reinforcements.

It's not a bad thing for lads to learn the philosophy of survival. The lieutenant general ticked the box and put it in the approved column, and the next report made him annoyed and happy. The daily delivery of supplies by the 1st Mecha Division. Poseidon has a mecha division of 13,000 men, but it is reduced to a tactical response force that needs to be opened to the surface of the Officer's Seed Planner to deal with the terrible state of the sea? But the only use of complaining is to make the general cough up a mouthful of thick phlegm. Williams wiped his lips with a tissue. The world's last formed mecha division. He comforted himself so much. Then the general signed the agreement and wrote his unique monogram.

The general rang the bell, and the secretary knocked on the door. "General." Miss Paltrow was holding a stack of folders, and it seemed that she had been busy delivering orders from the High Command when she heard the general's call and hurried to loosen a button. A semicircle of very golden ratios. "A cup of black coffee, no sugar." The general said.

"As you wish." Miss Paltrow is said to have rejected a large number of suitors from the headquarters, saying that the young men's vision is indeed good, and they have a beautiful woman, and they rely on nepotism and the relationship between the chairman on duty, and the review over the years is not all the personnel of the Half Moon Bay base assigned to the mecha division? The general admired the rounded hip line under her military dress and skirt, probably a woman's unique gesture. "Miss Paltrow, your buttons." It wasn't until the secretary was about to open the sliding door sideways that the general kindly reminded.

"Oh." Miss Paltrow's face flushed with shyness, and she hurriedly fastened her clasp and bowed in greetings, "Thank you for the reminder, General." "She didn't wear underwear today, a lace bra with pink trim on a black background. The general waved his hand and said, "Well, let's put a spoonful of sugar in the coffee." "The sea has reached the mouth, and you have to be a little more comfortable before you die. So the old man wrote down his opinion on the salary and supply of the female staff officers in the next civilian regiment of the base.

"Add a hundred grams of bread a day and twenty grams of chocolate a week."

There is a photo frame in the corner of the table, and in the group photo of hundreds of people, the lieutenant general sits in the center. Next to her was Astrid Josephine at the age of twenty-one, her golden edges shining as brightly as the General's Venus. She had a shallow smile, and those who knew her well knew that this was the superficial kung fu of the Arctic Snow Fox. "My student ......," the general thought gloomily.

"Sure enough, you're the best."

……

"Alpha, please answer if you receive it, Alpha ......" A line of text burst out from the exchange panel, and Astrid didn't even dare to move her lips, in fact, she didn't dare to move lightly at all, and a sharp crumb pierced her waist and ribs, gradually piercing into the flesh. She suppressed her breathing rate to a minimum. Gone? Hyperspectral goggles can't see through what happens after being blocked too thickly. So I'm in prison. She thought depressedly.

The Shaped Blockade Bomb activated by Second Lieutenant Sessions' decisive death had saved Astrid by sacrificing him, and if it hadn't been for the fact that the fire curtain had severed the control line from the ceiling and caused a vat to cover her, she would have been buried in the cabin by now.

When Astrid woke up, she was so ghostly that it took her a few seconds to realize that she was still alive, and the time given on the visor was 3 p.m. Two and a half hours before dark, she thought. Astrid was in no hurry to leave the square cover, which was supposed to be ceramic, and she wondered what the ghost was that she had seen. Invisible soldiers? Impossible, what kind of equipment can make a bullet pass through and ignore the flames? She fired at least 200 shellless rounds at the Ghost! Could it be that a nuclear explosion has blown the world open a four-dimensional gap? If this is the case, the religious believers must happily shout "Hurrah!" ”

On this planet, the basic laws will definitely be obeyed. Astrid was convinced of this, and she retrieved the comms, and the battle sappers exclaimed, "The ghost has sent John flying!" "The hammer has smashed over! The muted video shows that the combat sappers are all being shot away by the ghost like a golf ball. Hell-damn nails. Astrid endured the pain. However, the images of the special combat personnel killed are very different, and they are killed when they touch them, and they only have the inertia of rushing forward. And so on, she froze on the death footage recorded by Second Lieutenant Sessions' eyepiece camera. When the lieutenant turned around, he caught the ice folds on the faces of the team members after the ghost killed them. Freezing light? Astrid wondered that the conceptual weapon was still on the blueprints and consumed enough energy to be installed on a nuclear-powered aircraft carrier, so the project was quickly discontinued. But how could the freezing light condense into a self-conscious ghost?

Astrid tried to move her waist, held her breath, and slowly pulled out the screws that were in trouble. They're gone. Astrid replied to Major Conway, who had survived the death. "This is Alpha A-1, and all four of the team are killed except me."

A few seconds later, a message from the Major came from the exchange panel: "The same goes for the Combat Sappers, I'm hiding in a bathroom-like room in Area 6F, with the Ghost Shuttle patrolling outside, and I can't move. ”

"It is impossible to contact the outboard patrol boat, long-range communication fails." Two of the three communication signals on the arm's master control panel went off. The Major replied yes as well.

Can't sit still, she clenched her fists. Königsberg she withdrew, let alone a bullshit freighter? "I'm supposed to be near the ballast tanks in Zone 7C, I'm covered by a ceramic cover, I'm going to lift the lid and go back to the upper deck, what about you?"

"Good luck, ghosts are sensitive to sound, it is recommended to maintain low noise movement." The Major's uninhibited hippie tone doesn't change. Astrid took a deep breath and lifted the ceramic lid with her hands.

"By the way, you should drink more papaya milk or something, it feels too bad to the touch." The Major teased. Astrid stepped out of the lid, silence and clear vision, and she replied, "you die here, idiot!" ”