Infantry is a cheap item that can be sent to the battlefield after only three months of basic training. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info infantry combat is the most brutal, close-quarters combat, on a bloody battlefield, stepping on the corpses of enemies or comrades. However, only the victory won by the infantry was the most secure.

Mu Zhendong climbed to the top of the landing craft he used as his headquarters and looked in the direction of the firefight. But nothing could be seen, and the low hillside blocked the view, and at the same time, it gave cover to the rest of the people.

"Desert combat mode, six hundred distances." Mo Ji is the third-level non-commissioned officer of the 4O2nd Brigade, that is, the non-commissioned officer who was grabbed by Mu Zhendong and came to the hillside to establish a defensive line.

He and his comrades could only lie on their stomachs on the sand, and the bunker was a completely unreinforced foxhole that had just been shoveled out with a shovel, although through the scope of the rifle, the distant enemy could be trapped into the center of the triangular crosshair. However, they themselves were exposed to enemy artillery fire.

"Ceasefire."

Inkmark listened to the command from the headset, and regardless of whether it was confirmed or not, he retreated into the foxhole first.

"Are you the Ink Stain Three?" An officer jumped into the foxhole in a dashing manner and asked directly. "The eighty-fifth squad of the fourth Otwo brigade?"

"Yes, Lieutenant." Inkmark saw the lieutenant emblem on the other man's arm. "What's the matter with me?"

"Marine Corps Lieutenant Hai Li, you are ordered to support the defensive line, and from now on, you are under my jurisdiction." Hayley patted the ink-streaked helmet. "You and your men have a ten-minute break, take your men down there to get supplies."

"Yes." Ink didn't say much, and climbed out of his foxhole, which had been dug out by his subordinates, which was relatively comfortable and had an exceptionally good sight, and needless to say, had been occupied by this commander who couldn't see his face clearly. To add insult to injury, ten minutes later, he had to go back and squeeze a pit with a lieutenant.

The supply point is on the anti-slope of the hillside, and the protective armor of the three landing craft constitutes a safe zone. Ink Marks saw that the seven landing craft that had landed safely in the depression had already spread their protective armor against the hillside.

"Yellow Heights, one hundred and twenty copies, all here, all yours." Before Inkmark had time to regret it, Sergeant Hehe, smirking evilly, threw the four standard supply crates to Inkmark.

"Hey, you're mistaken, I have less than twenty people." Ink Marks didn't know why it was combined with the first batch of ginseng, but he also knew that he wasn't qualified to care about it.

"Look at your tactical map, yes."

Ink was stunned, and after calling up the tactical map, he realized that the so-called yellow high ground was the small hill he had just left. According to the tactical map, the Marine Corps defense line has extended about two kilometers to the north and south lines.

"At least we're rally." Inkmark looked at the display in the helmet, and there was something unrealistic. He hooked the four supply crates together and dragged them with a single hand. Compared to the warriors of the Cosmic Age, the weight of the box is completely within the bearable range, and the more troublesome thing is the larger size, which makes them look bulky.

Seven landing craft, transporting about seven hundred people, are theoretically the size of a warband. In fact, due to the need to transport all kinds of supplies, the seven landing craft only carried 350 people, so there were only half of the 1O7 team here, plus 20 of their own subordinates.

If there is only two kilometers of defense, it is no problem. Inkmark shrugged and easily dragged the four boxes to his foxhole. Well, now it's no longer a foxhole, the space has been expanded several times, but it has a bit of a field command.

"Lieutenant, our supplies."

The so-called ammunition supply is actually a cylinder with a diameter of one centimeter and a length of five centimeters, which can provide energy for the assault rifle, and the outside is wrapped with a layer of metal, which is the main source of particles. The cylindrical energy bar can be recharged repeatedly, but it requires very specialized equipment.

The range of assault rifles is more than two thousand meters, in fact, not many people are willing to use rifles to hit the enemy at a distance of two kilometers, there are too many parameters to calculate, and it is a waste to hit them.

"The non-commissioned officers on the defensive line all come to the command post." Haili gave the order through the helmet, then took off the helmet, leaned against the wall that was still falling slag, took out the battlefield rations and chewed them. Seeing the ink marks dragging the supply box in a daze, he shook his head helplessly. "That non-commissioned officer of 402, dig a pit for the supply box and put it away, and then come over and rest."

"Yes, Lieutenant." Inkmark pulled out a folding shovel from behind his ass and began to dig down the back wall of the command post. Haili held the hard rations in her mouth, looking up at the blue sky on Planet Alpha, and the expression on her face looked very leisurely. From the beginning to the end, Haili didn't care about the dust deliberately raised by the ink marks.

Ink Marks lay on the bunker with the shriveled rations in his mouth, knowing very well that he had just been teased by this officer from the other unit.

"Sir, there's a situation." Inkmark's eyes widened, confirming what he was seeing. "They're probably digging a tunnel. Presumably to avoid the range of our shelling. "Ink marks made a judgment with a professional eye.

"Where?" Hai Li's movements were also very fast, and almost when Ink Marks said that there was a situation, she had already put on her helmet and lay down beside Ink Marks.

"At eleven o'clock, the farthest has been advanced two hundred meters."

"Rub, it's only been a few minutes, and it's faster than a gopher to make a hole." Haili subconsciously turned her head. "Fortunately, we also have people, Sanshi, this is your professional scope, hurry up and think of a way."

"......" ink marks are a little crying without tears.

"Aren't you from the engineering corps?" Haili questioned dissatisfiedly. Ink Mark opened his mouth, he is an engineer, yes, but what he is good at is mechanical work, and construction machinery is still floating in the sky.

"It looks like they're not going to attack us for a while." After Hai Li pursed the corners of her mouth boringly, her expression became serious. "The Yellow Heights called for artillery support from the brigade, three thousand four hundred in front, high-explosive shells."

Seconds later, the cannonballs whizzed across the sky, followed by the sound of explosions in the distance. The enemy, who had been looming, was now completely shrouded in the dust raised by the shells.

"Pretty ......" Inkmark jumped for joy.

"It's a pity that the effect of this shelling is not good." Hai Li sighed softly, after all, the opponent this time has rich experience in land warfare, and just a conflict has changed the way of fighting, and this way just offsets his own artillery superiority. This is a formidable opponent, and a hint of excitement flashed in Haili's eyes at the thought of this.

"Inkmark Three, do you think with their speed, will they be able to advance to a distance where they can charge in two hours?" Haili asked the professional, after all, she was also a layman in this area.

"At their previous speed, they could reach the charge in an hour." Hearing the question, Ink Marks immediately stated his reasoning, and then added. "Shelling can effectively delay the pace of their advance."

"Hmm, it's a pity that the team-level artillery support capacity is limited, and there are too many places that need support on the orbital platform, so we have a priority here." Haili raised her hand and looked at the tactical watch on her wrist, her face was rather indifferent, but her tone revealed the truth. "Well, forty-seventh, second only to primordial moorings."

The primordial class, as a base platform for the fleet to deliver to the planet's surface, was set in the center of many vanguard teams from the beginning, and it was almost impossible to encounter a battle under the protection of many troops.

"Why is this happening?" Ink Marks opened his mouth, feeling incredulous. Thousands of calculated enemies are digging tunnels thousands of meters away, and the Yellow Heights are only defended by more than 300 people, so the other defense lines are besieged by tens of thousands of people. If that's the case, I'm afraid the top brass of the fleet will laugh off their big teeth. The enemy's large-scale gathering just took advantage of the artillery fire of the orbital support platform, and even hundreds of thousands of people could be wiped out with a salvo.

"I'm sorry, probably because of me." In the temporarily expanded command post, Mu Zhendong, who only had one less reinforced armor than the non-commissioned officers, laughed embarrassedly. "I am the commander of the 1st O 7th Brigade, Mu Zhendong. According to the rules of the combat of the clan, the commander of the major will not be at the forefront. As for the current situation, it can only be said that it was an accident. ”

The ink marks suddenly realized. There were indeed endless accidents on the battlefield, such as a certain engineering team of 402 that was supposed to descend in the third batch. It was because the towing pipe of the landing craft was "grazed" by a stray bullet when it was queuing up on the platform, so the landing craft summoned by the planet's gravity could only land on the ground in front of the landing craft of many vanguards.

What a small probability it must be for the backward technology of the Alpha Planet to complete a precise blow to kill, a stream of ions with a diameter of ten centimeters, after passing through thousands of kilometers of atmosphere, unbiased across another 60,000 kilometers, hitting the traction pipe with a diameter of only 30 meters and causing a small-scale explosion, causing the traction pipeline to completely break.

Although she successfully "deceived" the ink marks that had just joined the command, Hai Li, who had been with Mu Zhendong for many years, couldn't help but twitch the corners of her eyes. Combat regulations? The rules of operation of the special service fleet are almost the same as those of the Central Fleet, and in the generally young special service fleet, especially in the Marine Corps directly under the flagship Federation, there are a bunch of officers, a sergeant major, and a large group of non-commissioned officers, but the real private has become a rare species.

Therefore, on the theater integration platform of the special service fleet, the military rank is not a point standard, but a personal strength as a standard, on this high ground, where Mu Zhendong, the captain, is located, it represents the force of the entire brigade. In the same way, Hai Li, who is on par with Mu Zhendong in terms of individual strength, is also a brigade.

Therefore, the yellow heights, which were determined by the stubborn computer program to have two brigades stationed, naturally fell last in the order of support. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) )