The night breeze is blowing, the end of summer is heavy, and it is already a little cool, and early autumn is coming.

Squatting behind a thick tree, the fat man looked at the time in the lower left corner of the march recorder of the blue light curtain, it was now 3:40 in the morning, and it was less than two hours before dawn.

Bring up the road map ahead and zoom in on the area. There are six or seven square kilometers of plains in front of the Don. There is no obstruction around, and the view is wide, and you can see a thousand miles at a glance. The terrain was not in his favor. If the enemy had placed individual armor in advance, the plain would have turned into a slaughterhouse.

The Don must be crossed before dawn. Otherwise, once the sky is bright, the chances of breaking through will be slim. The enemy will definitely send out a single armored pursuit.

Compared with speed, it is not as good as others. Moreover, the recruits who rushed to the company to report were all lightly armed and did not carry heavy weapons. Once overtaken by the individual armor of the Imperial Army, they can only become lambs to the slaughter. The human body without armor protection is the meat on the chopping board, and it can be torn as much as you want, whether you cut it or chop it, it all depends on the mood. If their driver has a bit of a bad taste, they even have time to think about whether to put some salt and pepper in it......

Thinking of this, the fat man broke out in a cold sweat. The speed of walking through the forest is also getting faster and faster.

Damn, I won't let my own mecha take it. It has to be managed in a unified manner. That's mine, is mine good?

No matter how justifiable the reason is, you have to hold it back. In the face of the orders of his superiors, he obeyed or obeyed. So the fat man hates the army very much, and the discipline is too strict. Whatever Shangfeng says is what it is. Even if an order is wrong, it must be strictly and unconditionally carried out until a new order arrives.

The fat man doesn't like to be controlled, but now that he has become a soldier, he can't help himself, which is equivalent to being shackled around his neck, and he is full of physical and mental discomfort.

If there is an "iron-blooded duke" by his side, how can he be so embarrassed.

whining silently. Out of the woods, the fat man, who was rushing forward, suddenly jumped forward and lay down in the grass. Wet with dew. With his wet and cold hand, he pulled away the grass in front of him, and then the moonlight vaguely saw that there were several figures more than twenty meters in front of him.

There was a faint sound of shouting. The fat man turned his face sideways and listened carefully, as if it was a thin man, Liao Xiaofeng.

Look at the order of the figures before and after, and the movements between the walks. The fat man judged that the thin man was caught. The three guys in the back were Imperial soldiers.

Lying on the ground, he crawled forward for a few meters. Look carefully this time. The thin man was caught.

The fat man pointed his gun at the three Imperial soldiers in the back. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, his fingers stopped there, and then slowly moved away from the trigger. No shots. When a gun goes off, it will alarm others.

The fat man lay on his stomach and didn't move. Didn't do it immediately, stared at them. After waiting for a while, I confirmed that there was no one else. He used his cat to stick it up.

Cat and mouse road, no sound. Because it is a toe on the ground, between walking and running, it belongs to jumping. Step out, three or four meters apart. When the body jumps up and lands, the weight of the whole body is pressed on the toes of the toes throughout the whole jump, and the front half of the soles of the feet are used to cushion the whole process. This set/movement is not easy to master, and the requirements for physical fitness, muscle control between the waist and legs, and coordination ability are very high.

The better the physical strength, the farther the jump. The highest record for a fat man, he can jump out of seven meters at once. In addition, he is good at camouflage and knows how to use the surrounding environment to form an optical illusion with his movements.

At a distance of twenty or thirty meters, he jumped four or five times and stuck behind the other party.

The two Imperial soldiers who were walking behind heard what seemed to be movement behind them, and when they were about to turn around, their necks were respectively clasped by two large cold hands. Before they could scream, the fat man's big hand twisted hard, and with a slight click, the bodies of the two soldiers collapsed limply.

While they fell, the fat man's body did not stop. Do not give the soldiers in front time to react. Leaping high, he bent his knees on the back of the soldier's neck in front of him, grabbed his chin with both hands and wrenched upward, breaking his neck. Pushing his knees against the other's severed neck, he threw himself on the ground in front of his corpse. The face of the dead Imperial soldier was smashed into the earth with brutal force, and blood gushed out of his mouth.

The thin man in front heard the movement behind him, closed his mouth without stopping scolding, and waited for a while before slowly turning around.

The fat man's huge size suddenly caught his eye. The thin man exclaimed excitedly, and rushed towards the fat man. A big man actually wiped his tears.

Because the back of his hand is tied, his head has been arching vigorously on the fat man's chest. This action was too girly, and the fat man couldn't say anything, so he had to wait for him to regain his composure, and then he quickly raised his leg and pulled out the paratrooper/knife from the hem of his trousers and cut the rope on his body.

"Why are you so unlucky?"

"Alas, don't mention it, it's all tears. Fuck, I thought I was lucky at first. The comrade-in-arms next to me died, but I was still alive, thinking that I could finally land safely now. Unexpectedly, it just fell on top of the heads of the three guys who were peeing in the woods. was arrested directly. Fatty, do you think my luck has come home? ”

The fat man was stunned when he heard it, such a coincidental thing can be encountered. This thin man is really not an ordinary person.

The thin man rushed towards the three dead fellows with fierce eyes, kicking and kicking and kicking on their corpses, and only after venting his own equipment from them. Micro data generator and a tablet. The fat man went over and turned out their guns, energy cartridges, and high-explosive grenades and put them in his backpack. After thinking about it, he took off the individual communicators on their bodies and hung them on his ears.

"Let's go, thin man, hurry up. We need to get to the Don before dawn. "Save the man, the fat man is in a hurry to go.

The thin man stopped him and said, "Wait, look at my face, it's already thin, let them slap them a few times, and it's even more meatless." I want them to know that if they offend me Liao Xiaofeng, they will be unlucky. Hmph, fatty, wait two minutes, I'll put some obstacles in their way. Get some fake targets out. Take a walk with these grandchildren. ”

"Okay, you hurry up. I went around to be on guard. ”

The fat man went to the side with a gun to stand guard. By the way, he glanced at the gun he had picked up from the Imperial soldier in his hand.

The silver gun body weighs about seven or eight pounds, and the barrel is thicker than the standard energy gun of the Alliance Army. Automatic locking system. Spontaneous aiming is possible. As can be seen from the data recording of the automatic indicator mounted above the handle, the magazine energy can last for six hours. This aspect is somewhat stronger than that of the Union Army. The coalition army's magazine energy only lasted four hours. Without firing a shot, it can last for eight to ten hours.

Judging by the peep, the fat man judged that the individual weapons of the Imperial Army soldiers were stronger than those of the Alliance soldiers. Although this doesn't mean anything, it is conceivable that during the intense firefight, your gun suddenly stops ringing, indicating that you need to replace the energy box, and the opponent's gun is still firing wildly, then it is possible that you will die.

Extending further along this spectrum, it is very likely that two Alliance soldiers will be needed to deal with one Imperial soldier.

The reserve of troops is twice as large as that of the opponent......

The Roland Empire had a population of billions......

I'm afraid this battle will not be easy to fight......

Fat people are not pessimistic people, but the reality is a bit worrying......

What's more, in the ancient earth era, the ancient Chinese sages once said that the husband was the victor without a fight, and he had to count as much; The temple is not victorious without a fight, and it is considered to be less. More wins, less wins. And it doesn't matter! From this point of view, the victory and defeat can be seen!

Ideologically, in armament, or in terms of soldiers, we will not fight unprepared battles.

The Fifth Pangalactic War is related to the fate of countless people. To what extent are the leaders of the alliance prepared? Before the start of the war, did they predict the war, did they plan in advance......

The fat man joined the army. But he didn't want to be worthless cannon fodder.

"Hey, fatty, what are you thinking?" The sudden sound in his ears startled the fat man, and the muzzle of the gun was subconsciously aimed at the thin man.

The thin man sighed, quickly turned sideways and pulled the muzzle of the gun to the side, and said disdainfully: "Are you still vigilant?" The enemy touched you and wiped your neck, and you didn't know it. ”

The fat man is embarrassed, he was really distracted by his cranky thoughts just now. Diverting the subject, "You're done?" ”

"It's over, if those grandsons search for us based on the data given by the radar alone, they will definitely be as tired as dogs."

"Won't you find out you've done it?"

"Hey, who am I, I'm Liao Xiaofeng, a genius programmer. The gadgets I made were enough for them to crack for half a year. ”

The fat man didn't dare to believe his words, with the urine nature of this product, if there was no water in a word, it would not be him.

With the thin man's oil bottle, the fat man's travel speed has been slowed down a lot.

Suddenly, the fat man grabbed the thin man with one hand, and quickly dragged him to hide behind a tree, his fingers stood up in front of his mouth and "shh There was a rustling sound in the forest ahead. The thin man glanced at the fat man and nodded knowingly. He took out two high-explosive grenades and held them in his hands. The two of them held their breath and didn't dare to make a single move.

After a while, three people came out of the woods, half-squatting on the ground, holding guns back to back to guard around, and after a while, they didn't notice any unusual movement around. One of them raised his hand and waved it twice, and a dozen or so people came out one after another. Everyone carried a large marching bag on their backs. Communicate in a cautious whisper.

"How's it going, are you alright?"

"It's okay, it's safe."

"Go ......"

As soon as the words came out, two figures, one fat and one thin, flashed from behind the tree more than ten meters in front of them. The men, apparently well-trained, quickly dispersed, each looking for a point of attack. The two figures on the opposite side raised their hands, and someone lowered his voice and said hurriedly: "Don't shoot, your own people." ”

"Report your name and the number of the unit to which you belong."