Looking at the broken city in front of him, it was difficult to tell what kind of mood Ye Suqin was in at this moment.

He sat on a raised rock, some distance from the noisy camp. Since coming here, there are no more people watching; The people of the clock tower will not be so bored to spy on a useless person. And the two veterans in the company have long since hung up. So, now he's, theoretically free.

However, such freedom is meaningless.

Looking at the curry gratin in his hand, he sighed.

Leaving alone means that the road is cut off, and although staying does not mean better, it will definitely be worse if you leave. First of all, at the very least, he can't eat good curry baked rice anymore.

A small person like him is pushed forward by the torrent of the times. It seems that the choice has always been there, but in reality, there is no choice.

The ruins of the city three kilometers away, he knows, he knows its original appearance, knows its prosperity, and knows its prosperity.

Because, the battle point this time, this ruined city, is his hometown - Jingjiang.

I went around in a big circle, turned my head to look back, and came back again.

It is here that I took my first steps when I came into this world. He is familiar with every plant and tree here, and many people may still know it. He remembered the trafficker who had been wandering around the area for years, Peter the Crippled.

The chubby figure in my mind gradually became a little blurry, although it had only been less than half a year since the two sides last met. But in the past six months, he has experienced too many things, so that the familiar faces have become strange and blurred.

Under the parquet glass of the church, a large boy in a thin, torn student coat hides under the ruins of a fireplace, staring at his big eyes, looking at the outside world in horror and fear.

With a thud, the heavy door was kicked open, and the lame Peter walked in with a hideous face surrounded by two thugs. He grinned and lay outside the fireplace, half of the moldy bread in his hand, "Hey, boy. Come with me, at least, I can feed you. ”

There is no need for superfluous words, a simple sentence is destined to Ye Suqin's turbulent experience of licking blood from the knife edge in the following year.

Ye Suqin put away his thoughts, stuffed the last bite of curry rice into his mouth with a spoon, and chewed it slowly. He didn't dare to eat too fast, for fear that such a leisurely time would end early.

A shell fell and landed inside the camp, blowing up a large crater.

Ye Suqin picked up the rifle next to him and stood up with a low body.

War! It's fired!

.........

Inside the Command Headquarters, Harris ripped off his gloves and threw them on the table. Leaning down, his eyes staring motionlessly at the huge three-dimensional rendering in front of him, a map of the battlefield outlined by a hologram.

The opposite side took the lead in launching a round of raids.

Two hundred armed men carrying pickup trucks carried out a round of harassment on the edge of the camp. They fired a round of artillery fire with mortars and recoilless guns mounted on the trunk of the vehicle, and fled before we could launch countermeasures.

At present, the number of mercenaries recruited or volunteered in the camp is about 160 people, and many of them are informants from all sides, and it is difficult to say how much role they can play on the battlefield. These are basically unexpected.

It would take another sixteen hours for the Carterit's support force to reach the designated battlefield. I guess I can't wait for them in the first round.

"Let's attack." Harris said he used his hand to draw an area on the hologram. "Take the C22 block before dark."

Block C22 is located at the front end of the entire clock tower front. The soft interior is protected like a wall on the periphery of an ancient city. The significance of taking this area is that the troops officially cut into the interior of the city, and the underground city where the nest bird is located is only fifteen kilometers away from C22 in a straight line, and the loss of C22's protection means that in the face of the gradually advancing clock tower deployment forces, and the gradual loss of strategic buffer and air supremacy, they are just fish on the knife board, to be slaughtered.

Squeak crunch.

Paulson's massive ass repeatedly shifted over the marching wire bed, letting out a tooth-aching metal moan. With his hands behind his head, he reclined on the marching bed and groaned in comfort.

Harris couldn't help but frown at this unusually lazy fellow.

Dante sat in a wheelchair and remained silent. His injuries were only contained, but it was still a long time before he recovered. This meant that he could not directly participate in the battle, and even lacked the ability to assist in activating his perception.

He was a little lazy, with a thin quilt on his knees. Petty stood nervously behind her, while the middle-aged man did not leave an inch.

"Then I'll bother you." Dante looked up, smiled and nodded slightly to the other side of the table. Major Paulson and his team had arrived two hours earlier. Not only did they bring fifty-two good lads, but they also brought two helicopter gunships. Although it is an old object of the old era, it is a powerful foreign aid when there is a shortage of artillery and ammunition.

Dante had always opposed this military operation. In his opinion, the safe thing to do is to notify the headquarters and let a more professional person handle it. He always had a bad premonition. As a person who has invested heavily in the field of perception, his heart has always been throbbing during this time.

Although on the surface, Harris is dependent on himself, but on matters of principle, he is always unwilling to back down. For the Habsburgs, glory is my life.

As an outstanding son of the younger generation of the family, the first time he went out on a mission, he ended it in such a sloppy way, which is the difference between being slapped by a rival in love at a social banquet. After going back, what do the up-and-comers in the family think of themselves?

It was impossible for Harris to retreat. He wants to prove himself with the head of the enemy.

In the face of Harris, who does not eat oil and salt, Dante can only stand up and do his job well. Although he could no longer use his abilities to assist his team, he was still a good staff officer and a good military advisor.

He was the one who planned the offensive line.

The lazy Paulson jumped up and stretched comfortably. On the left and on the right stood two officers. One man and one woman, the male wears the rank of captain on his collar shoulders, and the female is a lieutenant. Guy Best and Shabana Heney; Among the bounty hunters, a feared husband and wife pair.

"I'll go with you." Just as the three of them were about to walk out of the tent, Harris spoke behind him, "Five against four, the odds are better." ”

"No," Dante objected, "Major Paulson's team is a professional and sophisticated team that is adequate for any unexpected risks. Even if you encounter four extraordinary opponents of the same level, you can calmly retreat. "There are some things that Dante didn't say, if you have something to miss, the consequences will be even more severe, and none of the people present can afford it.

"Master Harris, listen to your companions, stay here, I don't need you for the time being. After all, the ace needs to shine when the final battle comes, and that's handsome. Paulson grinned, revealing eight snow-white teeth.

Harris had a hesitation on his face.

"Don't worry, we can't run if we can't beat it. We're professionals, and so are we're running away. Paulson said a witty nonsense, "And at present, it is only the tentative stage of the two sides, and I don't think the other side will invest all their extraordinary combat power at once." After all, no one has ever fought like this, right? Your Excellency, Young Master. ”

"Well," Harris was moved, "I wish you all the best." ”

After leaving the headquarters, Paulson began to assign tasks. Of the more than fifty people he brought, half were Heroic Warriors, and the other half were not bad. Fighting alone is enough to easily eliminate multiple elite opponents. If the opponent is an ordinary outcast, it is even easier. Harris also had more than twenty reinforced soldiers under him, and these were also delivered to the Major.

For a professional team, the soldiers didn't play as well in Harris as they did in the hands of the battle-hardened Paulson. He will arrange the right people to go to the right positions and play 12 points of efficiency. Harris couldn't do that, and neither could Dante.

More than 160 mercenaries advanced in a skirmish line. The three main combat vehicles slowly started and followed behind. Of course, it is impossible to expect these people to understand what is called step-tan coordination, nor can they expect any firepower coverage and key interspersed breakthroughs. The tasks of the mercenaries have long been drawn up, and they are nothing more than meat shields and cannon fodder.

More than seventy of their own soldiers did not follow the mercenaries and pressed them forward, but divided into two groups. In positional warfare, there is no essential difference between elite soldiers and ordinary soldiers. No master tactician would throw his elite forces into an ordinary battle. Paulson and Guy each led a team, interspersed with breakthroughs from two sides in the form of horns.

Apache helicopter gunships began to take to the skies.

The electronic warfare expert turned out the metal suitcase and opened it, and a round metal block burst into the air, and after being lifted to a predetermined altitude, it slowly released a powerful electromagnetic interference wave in all directions. Under the lower abdomen, an electronic eye was exposed, scanning the C22 area for a while, and a series of data was transmitted to the combat headquarters. A series of hostile red dots of light appeared on the holographic map that originally only had the terrain of the city.

After making preparations, Paulson, who was standing on the dirt bike, looked behind him. Harris nodded imperceptibly to the computer expert, then pressed the red button on the computer.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

The sound of gear agitation and the reciprocating sound of the return lever was heard simultaneously on both metal carriages.

This is where the confidence of everyone dares to challenge the armed team of thousands of people.

The doors on both sides were propped up by the reset levers, and the mysterious carriage finally showed its hideous fangs.

It was a magnificent sight full of sci-fi gilding. On the thick steel central axis, there are three separate cabins hanging in each unit area, which resemble "people" curled up, each fixed to one side by the top ring control. Densely packed, dislocated and orderly, roughly calculated, there are at least one hundred and fifty cabins hanging on a central axis. Each carriage has three steel axles, arranged in a zigzag pattern. In this way, there are four hundred and fifty capsules.

As the red signal lights jumping in the carriage turned green, a puff of steam rose from the bottom, and all the cabins began to writhe as if they were alive.

Squeaks—

The steel shaft began to rotate, and a row of cabins near the side of the door was stretched out by the manipulator, and the top fixed hub was disconnected, and the metal cabin was in free fall.

At the moment of landing, the cylindrical electronic eye head slowly rose up from the chest, the curled lower limbs suddenly stretched, and the mechanical upper limbs embedded in it popped out, twisted up and down, and pulled out the dynamic light energy rifle from the back.

The pupils of people passing by unconsciously shrank.

Pioneer Type II. Holographic dynamic mimicry combat androids.

By androids, we mean that these metal shelves contain not cold electronic wiring. It is synonymous with half machine, half living.

The scary thing is that these things combine the cold emotions of a machine with the efficiency of efficiency. Without the various weak points of the robot, it will not go down due to the loss of external signal sources, and it will not be damaged by electronic jamming bombs or other electronic weapons.

The high frequency of calculations and the powerful weapon building blocks are enough for them to cope with any form of battlefield environment. The ability to think for themselves allows them to take the lead in making the most suitable plan for the moment, without relying on the command center. They are not flesh and blood, and they are not interfered with by electronic weapons, which makes them extremely survivable on the battlefield. Almost ordinary bullets can't get them out of the field at all, and 40mm grenades, as long as they don't hit directly, they basically won't take much damage. Even if they have broken hands and feet, they can carry out combat missions. The perfect soldier at the top level.

Two metal carriages, nine hundred Pioneer II bionic soldiers marched towards the C22 area in a neat row.

The Red Scorpion main battle vehicle slowed down, the 120mm main battle gun adjusted its angle, and the flames of the dragging chamber continued to explode. With the "eyes" in the sky, the chariots were slightly adjusted and carried out blind fire.

Dust and smoke rose from the dust, explosions and flames that swept up all corners of the city. The hastily constructed artillery positions on the opposite side were hit by fire.

Dada!!

Heavy machine guns began to roar, and the mercenary armament at the head fell in pieces like straw under a sickle. The procession began to be chaotic, some rushed forward, some retreated, some hid in the ruins shivering, and some stood motionless.

Ye Suqin wandered among this group of people on foot. Coincidentally, in this wave of commandos advancing past, Ye Suqin was in sight. Paulson, who had just taken over the command, didn't know Ye Suqin's value, and hastily incorporated him into the cannon fodder unit as a nearby mercenary. And the anxious Harris is obviously not in the mood to manage this stubble matter, of course, in the eyes of a big man like him, he can't retain his small role. Christine's instructions before departure have long since been forgotten with this defeat. So in a daze, Ye Suqin appeared at the forefront of the offensive team.

Ye Suqin sighed and raised his hand. His hand holding the gun was steady, and his perception had increased exponentially since he was injected into the Nibelungen. Although the opposing machine-gun positions were a kilometer away. But in his eyes, it seemed to be close at hand, along with the half-decayed window lattice, and the excited heavy machine gunner behind the window sill, and the deputy next to him handed over a row of bullets, which had not yet been embedded in the bullet link. Ye Suqin pulled the trigger.

Open. At the moment when the gunshots rang out, Ye Suqin had already started to move.