After the aircraft landed, the hatches quickly opened, and people and vehicles rushed down. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Iron slag dragged the simple refueler, and when he was about to walk to the hatch, a strong sense of crisis suddenly rose in his heart, and he was suddenly startled, slapped his helmet, turned around and shouted, "Get down!" The Black Pig King was still in a daze, and the iron slag had already knocked him to the ground, rolling into the corner with a series of crashing sounds.

The light overhead dimmed and then shook violently. The round glass windows burst one after another, and blue flames erupted in. Suddenly, there was a sea of fire in the cabin, and exclamations, wails, and screams continued to sound.

Iron slag held his head, curled up in the corner, only to feel the ground shake, the body was sometimes heavy and sometimes light, tossed around. The ears are buzzing and no sound can be heard.

"Zizi Zi ......"

I don't know how long it took for the shock to finally stop. His hearing gradually returned, and the sound of electricity reached his ears. Looking left and right, the arc flickered everywhere, and a large number of sparks were falling from the cracks in the metal above, like a waterfall of flowing fire.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang from his side, and when he turned his head, he saw that the Black Pig King was kicking open a metal plate and emerging from a pile of messy objects. Although neither of them seemed to be harmed, their images were a little embarrassed, lying on the ground and facing the two toads. The surface of the power armor of the Black Pig King is uneven, and it is obviously not light, while the power armor of the iron slag has not changed much except for adding a lot of new scratches due to the different materials.

In the flickering lightning, you could see a large number of corpses and debris piled up all around, and scarlet blood oozed out, flowing in all directions like a trickling stream.

The cabin was silent, with the occasional arc or two. Iron Slag and the Black Pig King observed for a short time, determined the general orientation of the hatch, turned over the debris and corpses, and got out.

Looking back, the aircraft was stuck upside down in the snow, leaving only the front half, and the second half falling 100 meters away. There was a mess all around, craters everywhere, wreckage of people and vehicles everywhere, black smoke from flying tires, and mutilated limbs scattered on the snow.

From the scene in front of him, it was not difficult to tell that in the interval between the landing of the aircraft, the nearby demon tribe launched a thunder spear attack.

Half of a human corpse, lying on its back on the edge of the crater, eyes wide, ears bleeding, and the horror on his face remained at the moment before he died. The Black Pig King sighed, crouched down, and closed his eyes for it. This corpse was the little mercenary he was talking to just now. With dreams and hopes, but at the beginning of the journey, it ended......

Gradually, the surviving personnel gathered towards the Iron Slag and the Black Pig King. There were three Power-Armored Warriors and six Engineers, the Power-Armored Warriors climbed out of the back half of the aircraft, and the Engineers got off the aircraft at the beginning and were in an open area, so they were not all killed.

A medium-sized aircraft, including the crew, a total of more than 500 people, is left with so many deaths.

After searching for a while, the group found a survivor and dragged it out, and then the aircraft leaked fuel and began to burn. In just a few seconds, flames rose into the sky, and from time to time there were terrible screams from the wreckage, which made people feel frightened, but also sighed.

"Shit, I'm going to kill all these bastards!" A power-armored warrior thumped his palms and said in grief. All his companions were killed, and in just a few seconds, the good brothers who had lived and died together, drank and ate meat together, were separated forever.

"Let's go, kill them all!" Another power-armored warrior chimed in.

"A few heroes......" a middle-aged engineer wearing a broken hard hat and blood on his face pleaded to Iron Slag and the others, "We need to set up a communication station and inform the command of the situation here, please help us." ”

Iron Slag and the Black Pig King glanced at each other and nodded at the middle-aged engineer. The other three power-armored warriors hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement. On the one hand, the Thunder Spear is more expensive and will not be used easily unless the target is worth it. It's just been attacked, and there shouldn't be a next round. On the other hand, there is no communication coverage, which is not conducive to follow-up operations and reporting of combat achievements.

In the absence of a communication signal, killing the Elta requires taking a photograph and cutting off the left ear as proof. On the contrary, the coordinates and video can be transmitted back on the spot, and the combat merit accounting can be carried out directly.

Next, the group searched around and gathered together the equipment scattered in the snow that could still be used.

Using what was left, the engineers quickly set up a communication site and immediately contacted the command to report the situation.

"Brothers, I feel deep regret and sorrow for what happened to you." The voice of Hildebrand Suja, the head of the war zone, was heard over the walkie-talkie.

"There were also three other landing sites that were killed, and our losses were extremely heavy."

"In a short period of time, we don't have any more flying machines to send out."

"Even though you have just been in trouble, I still ......"

"I would like to ask you, if you can, please continue to set up communication stations to ensure the safety of subsequent landings."

"I am the Templar Hildebrand Suja, and I swear by the glory of my family that all that you have done will not be buried."

The middle-aged engineer pondered for a moment, stood up straight, and replied with a firm gaze: "I will do my best to complete the task!" ”

Iron Slag originally wanted to leave, but when he heard Hildebrand's words, he took a deep breath, turned on the voice changer, and said, "Commander, we, the Black Wolf Mercenary Legion, will do our best to assist them. ”

"Count me." "And me." "I'll go too." Seeing Iron Slag's statement, the other three power armor warriors also expressed their willingness to support. Anyway, the situation is not right, they can fly away at any time.

"So, friend of the Black Wolf Mercenary Legion, I appoint you as the commander of this operation." Hildebrand said.

"Yes." Iron Slag nodded in response.

After the communication ended, the six engineers quickly sorted out the equipment and made two improvised sleds to head for the target site 15 kilometers away. The survivor left on his own, looking for other mercenaries to join up along the river.

Among the five power armor warriors, in addition to Iron Slag and the Black Pig King, there is also an insect transformer wearing mechanical power armor, and the remaining two are psykers. According to the two of them, they are from the northern part of the Central Continent, and they are both second-order.

At each stage, two psionics flew into the air to reconnoiter and then continued to move forward. Although the endurance of the psionic power armor is higher than that of the mechanical power armor, the two psionic people have quite a complaint, saying that they are only second-order, and once the psionic energy is consumed excessively, drinking the special agent supplement will damage the body, and they can only drink it once in twenty hours.

In this regard, Iron Slag, who was the temporary governor, had to promise them that their reconnaissance losses would be counted when assigning battle merits, and the two psionics were satisfied.

"Hmph, it's useless." The insect-transformed power-armor warrior said disdainfully.

"Then you're in charge of the investigation." When one of the psionic beings heard this, he immediately retorted, "Look who is more useless." ”

"I can beat you two by one, what's wrong, want to try?" The insect creded defiantly.

"Bang!" Before the words fell, he was pushed by the Black Pig King and stumbled, almost plunging headlong into the snow.

"Shut up, rookies!" The Black Pig King clasped his hands to his chest and said viciously. He showed his hand and made a judgment, surpassing the other party by more than one level.

An ordinary second-order psionic person, wearing a standard psionic power armor, and his combat power is assessed as a golden beginner. Ordinary insect warriors wear standard mechanical power armor, and their combat power is assessed as gold mid-level. However, psionic weapons have the ability to penetrate super-dense alloys, so fighting depends on both personal experience and luck. Moreover, the evaluation of combat power is always just reference data, unless the difference in strength is too far, such as black iron against diamonds, it will definitely be beaten.

After the Black Pig King wears the power armor, he can reach one star of diamonds, and the iron slag is at least two stars of diamonds, and this advantage comes from his profound brilliant ancient martial arts, super customized power armor and source force induction. But if you talk about physical fitness, strength and endurance alone, the iron slag is still much worse than the black pig king.

After being scolded, the three of them were a lot more honest, and the world of mercenaries relied on their fists to speak.

After about ten kilometers of hard work in the snow, the group stopped at the back of a snow mound and began to eat. Although it is night time in the aurora plane, the visibility is still far away under the aurora plane.

In order to cover their bodies, everyone lay on the snow and ate. The food is a self-heating military package, but the task is in the body, and everyone's appetite is not very good, only the black pig king eats it.

Twenty minutes later, the group continued their journey, and a psyker took off to reconnoiter as usual. But this time, he quickly lowered down and said in a low voice, "I found the demon patrol, a total of six people." ”

Anyone who has come into contact with the demon military system knows that this is a standard patrol team, consisting of a captain and five members.

The Templar Corps adopted the decimal system, commonly known as "a dozen armies", with a squad of thirty-seven people, a squadron of twelve, a squadron of twelve, and a number of brigades. The smallest tactical unit is a squad, and the smallest strategic unit is a squadron.

The ground garrison adopts the three-tier system, commonly known as the "three-three army", with three groups in one, three groups in one team, three teams in one platoon, three platoons and one company, three companies and one battalion, three battalions and one regiment, three regiments and one division, and several divisions are theater corps. The smallest tactical unit is a group, and the smallest strategic unit is a division.

The demons use the five-base system, six people in a team, five teams in a hunt, five hunts and a village, five villages and one brigade, five brigades and one town, and five towns and one flag. The minimum tactical unit is a team, and the smallest strategic unit is a town.

"Hide, then kill them." Iron Slag said.

Immediately after receiving the order, the engineers climbed under the snow mound, buried the equipment with snow, and hid themselves in the snow.

Iron Slag took off the enhanced version of Barrett and set it up in the direction of the patrol, and another psyker also removed the Psionic Sniper Rifle and set it up a few meters away from Iron Slag. Others have assault rifles ready, ready to charge and take them by surprise.

A few minutes later, six tall figures appeared on the snowy peak in the distance. Iron Slag opened the magazine on his waist, took out a twenty-centimeter-long red silk armor-piercing bullet, and pressed it into the chamber.

"Five hundred meters open." Iron Slag commanded in a low voice.

"Roger." The psyker looked over and nodded slightly at him.