The soldiers, following behind the six Chakna warriors, struck in the jungle.

The sound of gunfire and explosions, as the fighters ran, got closer and closer. After turning the mountainside, the position built on the top of the hill is already faintly visible.

"Boom!" With a deafening loud bang, a cloud of red light suddenly shone through the cracks in the woodland.

Countless pieces of dirt were thrown into the sky in a violent explosion, and the dense branches of the trees crackled. Gunsmoke and dust spread in all directions. Streams of black and white smoke formed a dark cloud that covered the ground, tumbling and changing in the air in a strange shape, slanting into the sky with the wind. The entire mountain trembled in the continuous explosions.

The fat man gritted his teeth and ran at the front of the line with six Chakner soldiers.

He hadn't experienced such a scene for a long time. Since he fled from New Rome with Mido and Nia to Gariparan, most of his battles have been done in mechs. Although the danger is the same, the energy shield and armor of the mecha always give him a sense of security.

The fat man has always felt that of all the fights, the infantry battle is the most dangerous.

There is no need to find any justification for this, but only to look at the number and proportion of infantry killed in each war to know how close these unfortunate bastards with guns and armor with their flesh are to death every day

Thinking of the mountain he had just seen like a tidal wave charging the Jeppen soldiers, thinking that he was actually going to stand in front of them and hold a damn position, the fat man's face turned a little pale.

Hold your ground and fight to the death! How it sounds: heroic, bloody, heroic. Seducing women, that's also the most awesome topic.

But God. It's only when you come down!

The position is a dead place. Whether it is a fort around the city or a temporary trench on the hill. In the enemy's Earth-Sky net system, it's just a fixed ground coordinate. Hold your ground. It's not much different from putting yourself in front of someone's target and being swept away all over the place. I want to live. I can only pray that those bullets and shells have eyes. Fly around yourself!

Obviously. It's a pipe dream.

The fat man imagined all kinds of possibilities in his mind as he ran. And tremble at it. Fear comes from the unknown. That's not true at all! No one knows which shell will destroy the fat man like a flower.

Dozens of figures. Jump and run in the jungle. Rushing towards the position like a meteor.

There are still a few tens of meters from the position. You can see the light that shrouds the battlefield through the cracks in the foliage of the forest. There is a fusion grenade that explodes, a dazzling red light, and a portable energy cannon that has a white light. There are also energy machine guns and rifles when firing intensively. It flashed like tens of thousands of electric cannons.

And behind these flashes, the figure of Jeppen's soldiers has faintly appeared at the front of the position!

"Kill!"

Captain Nash of Chakner let out a loud shout and stabbed his bayonet in the chest at one of the Jeppen soldiers who stormed the trench.

Jeppen soldier Kong, who had just stepped into the position, quickly shrank and reflexively turned sideways to try to pull Nash's bayonet away. However, as Nash's arms shook violently, the bayonet on the muzzle of the gun still pierced his heart with great precision.

Blood sprayed out violently with the drawn bayonet. It's like a burst water pipe. The Jeppen soldier fell into the muddy trench with his eyes open and his head down.

Nash wiped the blood from his face and met another Jeppen soldier who had rushed into the trench.

Beside him, the machine gunners, who had been wounded in several places, were still pouring fire down the hillside, and the other Chakner fighters were still gritting their teeth and firing at the wave-like skirmish lines in front of the position. Although at least five or six Jeppen soldiers broke through the fire blockade and rushed to the position, Khanash could only shout at the same number of fighters in hand-to-hand combat. Among them, he included himself.

Although he was still working hard, Nash knew that this battle had reached the end.

The company was full of more than 160 people, and now there are only twenty or thirty left. Including civilian personnel, mechanics and cooking squads of each platoon, they have all been filled to the front line.

When the Jeppons rushed into the position, let alone draw more men to fight hand-to-hand, even then, the firepower of the position was not enough to block the enemy. In the blink of an eye, the enemy in front of the position rushed closer for more than ten meters.

Nash's bayonet was lightning fast, and his opponent's bayonet was just as fast. In less than five seconds, the two had already stabbed each with a dozen knives. In the block, two wounds were exchanged, although not fatal, but hideous and terrifying. Pushing off his opponent's straight stab, Nash took a step back, the bayonet in his hand, and forced his opponent back with a sharp shake.

A second of confrontation, Nash gasped desperately. The enemy in front of you is tall and strong. The gray Jeppen uniform seemed to be torn apart by his knotted muscles at any moment. As soon as they met, Nash knew that he had met a master of hand-to-hand combat.

The opponent's strength is extremely large, and the movements are simple and effective, and you can tell at a glance that you are fighting an old battle. The Jeppen Marseille rifle in his hand, every stabbing blow, the angle is extremely tricky. And with each collision, Nash could feel the unforeseen vibration on his opponent's bayonet. This vibration made his hands numb. If it weren't for the speed of his feet, he would have almost died when the empty door was opened several times.

The tired body can't hold on for long. Nerveless

, it will be difficult to block the opponent's next attack. Nash stared at him for wanting to take this lifeless eye as the last impression of his life, and lead him into eternal darkness.

Even if it is death, there is no escape!

The Jeppen soldiers moved. With a lightning strike, like a venomous snake, it struck Nash in the chest from the bottom up.

Dial! Nash's gun, having already rammed into the opponent's bayonet. However, except for a piercing sound of metal rubbing, the opponent's gun was not moved in the slightest. Still stabbed along the same path.

Just when Nash was in complete despair, suddenly, a cloud of blood exploded from the head of the Jeppen soldier.

Red blood mixed with white brains erupted from a piece of skull that had been lifted open. The Jeppen soldier, with his head jerked, leaned against the combined bulletproof wall of the trench and slipped limply into the mud.

Nash reflexively turned his head to see dozens of people rushing out of the jungle behind him.

At the forefront was Sun Ping, who shot steadily against his shoulder and fired quickly as he ran. Feng Laosi, who was beside him, stood up as soon as he came out of the woods. Constantly moving in the folded line, he used the sniper rifle in his hand to shoot the Jeppen soldiers in the trenches, and the guns and guns bite the flesh. Behind them, four other Chakner fighters, also running and firing.

Strict training allowed these fighters to gather their firepower, quickly formed a sweep of the position, and another wave of Jeppen soldiers who had just emerged was blocked in front of the position.

And what attracted Nash's attention the most was not his several savior-like subordinates, but a fat man running next to Sun Ping!

The fat man had an automatic rifle in his hand, and all he was carrying was a shell gun. But this barge gun is even more terrifying than a P29 energy machine gun. As long as the fat man's hand waved, the energy bullet was sprinkled forward like a torrential rain. With just one glance, Nash's cold sweat came down. The fat man seemed to want to destroy everyone in the entire position.

When he kills a Jeppen soldier, Nash discovers that the soldier has just been stupefied by the energy bullets that have just been enveloped in energy. When the Jeppen soldier was covered in holes fell, the first reaction of the stunned Chakner warrior was to check how many holes there were in his body. As a result, he didn't even have a bit of oily skin scratched. In addition to luck and miracles the approach explained.

Nash didn't know where the fat man came from. All he knew was that he wanted to beat up this fat man! Just now he almost lost one of his fighters.

And that fat guy is definitely a rookie!

Not only did he shoot indiscriminately, but he was actually wearing a major general's uniform. The epaulettes of the rank of major general on his shoulders simply turned him directly into a rising star in the night. Radiant and stupid!

Those Jeppons who rushed into the position did not need to use their brains to choose at all. As soon as he appeared, he was immediately the target of the siege.

Thankfully, it didn't last long.

The crumbling line of defense seems to have become strong again. The Chakna soldiers on the battlefield were in high spirits when they saw the sharpshooter Feng Laosi and the most powerful scout in the company, Sun Ping, returning, and bringing back more than 30 soldiers in blue uniforms. The Chakner soldiers, who had almost rushed into the trenches, were forced out by them again.

In the face of the sudden ferocious firepower, the Jeppen people were obviously a little overwhelmed.

In particular, the Jeppen soldiers who were running behind involuntarily slowed down their charge when they saw their comrades in front of them, who were about to set foot on the ground, trembling like chaff from the fierce fire. And the dozens of reinforcements that suddenly appeared made these Jeppen soldiers, who had already fallen down and hidden, understand that it was impossible to take the position in this wave of attacks.

On the orders of the commander in the communication channel, the Jeppen, having left at least fifty corpses in front of the position, simply retreated under the cover of artillery fire in the rear.

Although it was a bit embarrassing, however, during the retreat, the skirmishers of the Jeppen remained very intact. Although their world-famous army training and their national character made each of their soldiers as rigid and rigid as machines, the concept of life in combat discipline at least allowed them to retreat in an orderly and unhurried manner.

After a few moments, there was not a single Jeppon figure in sight at the front of the position. The whole position, after being plowed by enemy artillery fire, returned to calm.

The bandit soldiers nestled behind their positions and chatted.

“！” Nash grabbed Sun Ping and his face distorted: "Who the hell is that damn fat man?!" Why don't these guys even have a gun, they're here for a vacation?! ”

"Damn" Before Sun Ping could answer, Nash saw the soldier who was almost beaten into a honeycomb by the fat man just now, and walked towards the fat man with a calm face!

Seeing that the other party was coming to reinforcements, the Jeppen soldiers, who were already at the end of the crossbow, suddenly lost their momentum, their confidence was shaken, and they attacked on their backs, and the casualties were suddenly much greater. As a last resort, he could only suppress it with fire and slowly retreat...... I originally wanted to write about it, but now I have something to do and want to go out. Start with three thousand. Keep asking for votes, all tickets