() The cold wind was blowing, stray bullets were flying, and the stiff human body was falling down like a bomb.

There is probably no worse skydiving environment in the world than this.

The strong wind blew so hard that I couldn't even open my eyes, but it was pitch black below and I couldn't see anything when I opened my eyes. The feeling of having my eyes blackened and having to hold my head while being beaten was simply terrifying. It was deafening.

The sound of gunfire was getting closer and closer, and stray bullets pierced the air, but I was still hanging in the air trying to remember the calculation formula for acceleration that I learned in high school.

After about ten seconds, I roughly estimated that the height should be about the same, and I couldn't wait to pull the main umbrella.

With a "bang" sound, the main parachute opened safely, and the falling speed suddenly dropped. Just half a second later, a stray bullet flew past the soles of my feet very accurately. The disturbance of the rotation of the airflow made the soles of my feet itch.

Lingkong shivered.

The horse's leg was almost chopped off.

I subconsciously grabbed the parachute rope and lifted myself up, which seemed to be a little safer.

I was blown continuously by the northeast wind and landed quickly into a coniferous forest. Unluckily, the parachute rope got caught on a branch. However, I was still pulled by my inertia and bumped my head against the trunk of the tree. I cursed in pain.

What kind of bullshit job is this? It’s like filming a blockbuster movie even before you officially take up the job.

But now was not the time to talk about these things. I released the clip and freed myself from the restraints of the parachute and jumped down. Fortunately, the height was not exaggerated, but it was just a little painful.

The anti-aircraft fire also stopped at this time, and there was a dead silence all around, which made people feel uncomfortable all over.

"I'm going to sue that asshole for violating labor laws."

I muttered and looked around, only to find that the travel bag that I had just dropped was missing. I hurriedly lay down in the snow nest that could freeze to death, unscrewed the small flashlight on the key ring, and tried my best on the huge snow.

Explore.

"Clang, clang"

Just when I finally found the backpack half buried in the snow, a creepy sound came from hundreds of meters away.

Calm and very rhythmic, it clearly penetrates the silence of the jungle. It is different from steel tracks and large rubber tires, but it is similar to the amplification of human footsteps several times. This sound has only recently appeared on the battlefield.

Yes, the sound of mecha action.

I turned off the flashlight as quickly as possible, pulled my backpack to my chest, and relied on my memory to pull out the anti-tank rocket launcher, a pack of four rocket launchers and an Abagan automatic rifle.

The bag was thrown aside.

It might be useful if I'm dealing with pure police troops, but if I'm facing a land combat mecha, my chances of attack are really pitiful, and carrying so much ammunition is simply a burden.

"Clang, clang"

The sound of the mecha's movement is getting closer and closer, and it can be heard from the overlapping footsteps that there is more than one enemy mecha.

It seems a bit troublesome.

I screwed up the rocket launcher, loaded the magazine on the automatic rifle, fixed the spare magazine on the side according to the method taught in the academy, and pulled the bolt firmly.

Four rockets, sixty rounds of ammunition, and one person. The resources at our disposal were pitiful. But the strange thing was that I didn’t feel scared. Instead, I felt like I was in elementary school and got into a dark game with my bad friends for the first time.

While playing video games in the airport, a burning sensation like strong liquor penetrated from head to toe. The sensation slowly dulled and became numb. The only thing that could be felt was the excessive beating of the heart.

coming!

Two red spots suddenly lit up in the darkness, moving here with the hard syllables. From a distance, they looked like two will-o'-the-wisps.

When the distance shortened to less than 400 meters, I saw that they were actually fixed on a huge armor.

Those are the eyes of the mecha - active infrared night vision devices!

But wait a minute, this should be the standard equipment of the Treaty Army. Could it be that my opponent now is actually the Treaty Army? What the hell is going on.

The distance was shortened to less than 300 meters, and I didn't have time to think about it. Since these guys started firing as soon as they came up, they probably had no intention of communicating with me.

Pulling the trigger, bright flames erupted from the front and rear ends of the barrel, and rockets with a diameter of 40mm hit one of the mechas at high subsonic speeds.

I had never actually fired a rocket launcher. I was blinded by the flash and was knocked over by the recoil. I quickly jumped up and crawled and moved desperately to the right. The next moment, a dense rain of bullets directly hit me where I was just now.

An area was turned into a sea of ​​flames.

I swear I will never do the dirty work of anti-tank infantry again next time.

One advantage of the old-fashioned RPG rocket launcher is that it does not have the troublesome simple guidance device of modern individual rockets, which makes the photoelectric countermeasures device on the mecha completely useless, and the rest is a competition of maneuverability.

"Bang"

The mecha under attack jumped to the side nimbly, rolling nimbly like a special forces soldier while firing the armored machine gun in its hand. The rockets passed over the mecha with a huge deviation and exploded on the trunk of a coniferous tree.

"Damn resilience framework."

I cursed this technology that gave the mecha the flexibility to rival humans, and quickly fired the second rocket. To deal with this steel monster, at least multiple people would have to work together to achieve a certain effect.

Suddenly, I felt my field of vision suddenly widen. No, no, the brightness of the entire battlefield had changed.

Fuck, that guy just fired a flare!

The two khaki-colored [Depps] stared at me fiercely with blood-red eyes. The 23mm armored machine guns in their hands sprayed out deadly fire snakes. Although they were called machine guns, they were only compared to the huge mecha.

In terms of size, it is actually a heavy weapon of the same level as a tank machine gun.

"Click, click, click, click."

The trees that were hit hard by the tungsten alloy bullets screamed in pain, and the snow poured down like an avalanche, and the smaller trees were even broken by the huge kinetic energy!

I cursed, stepped back and set up my automatic rifle and shot a few short shots in succession, but the 5.45mm small-caliber bullets only scratched a few ridiculously small sparks on [Depp]'s armor plate and then stopped making any movement.

.

"Damn, it's so strong."

I have seen the amazing armor protection of land combat mechas as early as during Operation Beifong. I am afraid that even ordinary anti-materiel rifles cannot do anything to this thick-armored monster. Now the shotgun in my hand is not even enough to scratch the itch.

Ge, I just hope to buy a little more time to retreat deep into the jungle.

But the other party's movements were faster than mine.

The sound of steel lower limbs hitting the ground sounded fiercely. A [Depp] kicked the snow powder while firing the armored mecha in its hand, and came towards me at a speed of at least forty kilometers per hour. Not only was it the main weapon, but also the continuous weapon

The 7.62mm general-purpose machine gun and 30mm automatic grenade launcher built into the chest also erupted with fine sparks from the built-in weapons, turning into a powerful metal storm that swept away all targets in the world.

Watching a large machine more than seven meters tall while breathing fire and rushing toward me was a psychological pressure that was too great to be described in words.

"Boom boom boom"

"Papa pa pa"

Clods of earth and broken snow were scattered in all directions during the explosion and impact. I felt as if I had been blown to pieces. The opponent's firepower was so fierce that an infantry platoon in the old century was no more than that. I had no choice but to use tree trunks as cover.

Randomly firing automatic rifles in an attempt to interfere with the driver's aim.

But wait, one mecha, another one?

All the nerves in my body were tense. I nervously leaned over and looked around. I immediately saw a red "eye" flashing maliciously about seven or eight hundred meters away. I raised the rocket launcher without thinking.

The attack was of course easily avoided by the opponent, and a large number of innocent tree branches were shattered.

The gunfire of the two mechas came from two directions in a cross shape, cutting all living targets in the world into pieces. I rolled and crawled out of the incomplete encirclement.

I retreated in embarrassment, and was able to escape from such a perverted fire net with my beard and tail intact. Now I feel that my character is extremely high.

The two [Depps] continued to outflank them leisurely. My ammunition was lightly packed. Even if I didn't get killed on the spot if I kept running, I would definitely be the one killed in the end. This was really not a good situation.

Wonderful.

Suddenly, a small slope appeared in front of the amplifier. A thought flashed through my head. I jumped in and pulled the snow like a wild boar, burying myself as fast as possible, using only my eyes and the rocket launcher.

exposed outside.

My idea at the time was super simple, which was to shorten the distance to within 50 meters before firing. At this time, no one can dodge. I don't believe that this elephant-like bionic machine can dodge.

The two [Depp] quickly gathered together, their huge heads turned around, their "eyes" flashed with doubt, and they set up their smoking machine guns and searched around. I have seen the night vision of Mao Xiong's land combat mecha.

The poor imaging quality of the system makes it very difficult to resolve a covered human target at a distance of 500 meters. Any further away and you can only really see a mosaic. Moreover, I used snow to cover the infrared radiation, which is also difficult to do with a thermal imager.

Discover first come first.

The only trouble was that it was so cold that my lungs almost stopped working.

A [Depp] slowly approached here, and the speed of each step was really crazy. I gritted my teeth and followed its movements to poke the rocket launcher out of the simple bunker little by little.

100 meters, 90 meters, 80 meters, 70 meters... My emotions rose as the machine approached. However, just when [Depp] was about to cross the critical point, he suddenly stopped, as if he noticed something.

Turn your head warily.

Found!

I didn't have time to adjust my posture before I pulled the trigger. The rising tail flame melted through the snow and lit my buttocks, causing me to scream and roll out of the snowdrift.

"Boom boom boom"

The explosions sounded one after another, deafening... But wait, I only fired one rocket, why were there so many explosions?

I raised my head strangely, but soon one, no, several people rushed up to me. One of them pressed my head, and the others picked me up and ran away. The smell of tobacco rushed straight into my face.

There was no familiar smell of vodka in my nose, so I immediately concluded that these guys were definitely not furry bears, so I happened to be too tired and let them drag me away.

"Hey, you are looking for death. Why don't you just wait for us to pick you up? You even come to your door to die."

An uncle wearing a bearskin hat cursed at me in some fluent Slavic. I looked at him with innocent eyes like a fool, and the uncle tugged on his collar in disgust.

"Don't look at me like that, it's disgusting."

Okay, I admit that I am a failure in life and I am disliked by others when I meet them.

"Don't be nervous, we are the Vyborg Chasseur Regiment, and I am the commander of the 2nd Commando Battalion, Habert."

Ranked among the top five on the Ministry of Interior's wanted list, the leader of the Stanville Confederate Resistance Army casually introduced himself.
Chapter completed!