Dr2617-11-02,pm11:45

The night was like ink, cold and dark.

Several searchlights swept back and forth, and the incandescent beams shot into the distance, outlining a desolate scene - a semi-sand land without even dry grass.

The occasional flash of residual light illuminates the ravines on the ground. You can't see the head in front of you, and you can't see the tail behind.

In front of the ravine is a barbed wire fence, with dark steel helmets looming among the iron thorns.

It is not difficult to tell that this is a manually dug trench.

"Have a cigarette."

A soldier in the trench twisted his neck and suggested to his companion who was lying half-lying on the edge of the trench, using night vision binoculars to observe the front.

"Aren't you afraid of snipers?"

The companion said without looking back.

"It's okay, just hide in the ditch and smoke."

The soldier who made the suggestion shrank into the trench as he spoke.

"Don't cry when the military police see you later."

"Those eggs have gone to bed long ago."

A faint flash of firelight flashed, followed by the scent of burning tobacco.

The soldiers who were on duty at night smelled the smell of smoke and couldn't stand it anymore. They put down their binoculars and retreated into the trench.

"Give me one."

"Hey! Is it okay? Come on, I'll light some for you..."

"call……"

In the pitch-black trench, two dark red dots lit up.

"Tell me, how come the 26th Division was wiped out in one fell swoop?"

"They are an infantry division. They don't have enough firepower and they've been tricked. They will definitely be doomed. If it were our Ninth Division and the heavy mechas rushed up, they could easily break out of the encirclement."

"But, I heard that our heavy mechas are about to be retired..."

"Whatever, as long as you can stop the bullet, and there are so many people, it won't be our turn to play."

The two soldiers were chatting quietly when suddenly there was a slight abnormal sound.

"Wait, don't talk!" "What are you doing? You're so surprised."

"Did you hear a sound?" "What sound?"

The two of them quieted down and listened carefully. There was a low sound, as if a drum was being played with a hammer covered with a cloth.

Before I had time to think too much, there was a sudden "crack" above my head. I looked up and saw that the searchlight that had been sweeping back and forth was extinguished.

Immediately afterwards, like a chain reaction, the searchlights on the position were extinguished one after another.

The two of them were so frightened that their cigarettes dropped to the ground. Then they came to their senses and shouted at the top of their lungs: "There's a situation!" "Enemy attack!"

They hurriedly picked up the assault rifles beside them, threw themselves on the ditch edge, and turned on the flashlight on the barrel to shine forward.

"Hala!"

Accompanied by high-pitched and excited screams, a group of green-skinned monsters appeared in sight. They had short limbs and huge heads, like a group of deformed children. They wore pot helmets on their big heads and held up sticks and kitchen knives in their hands, shouting.

Rush over.

The big pie-like face was covered with tumors and was extremely ugly.

"What is this!"

"Whatever, just shoot him!"

The soldier pulled the trigger fiercely, flames spurted out from the muzzle, and bullets were fired out.

The little green monsters in the front row were immediately beaten to the point of being knocked off their feet. But they continued forward, stepping on the corpses of their companions with their bare feet, and came over like a tide.

"Heavy machine gun!" "Grenade!"

The dense gunfire was like a shower, streams of fire pierced the darkness, and blasting grenades exploded into clouds of flame. The little green monster screamed in agony, its small body was shattered, and its limbs and arms were scattered everywhere.

Although there were heavy casualties, the morale of these little green monsters remained intact and they charged while trampling on the corpses of their companions.

"Quick, fire support!" "The sand camels are coming!" "Great, kill them!"

Accompanied by the sound of "crunching" mechanical friction, several wing-type mechas appeared behind the trench with their slender mechanical legs.

After finding a suitable shooting position, the two mechanical legs bent forward, and the Vulcan cannon under the iron wings began to rotate at high speed.

"Da da da da da da da!"

The flames from the muzzle shone brightly and darkly all around, and a large number of smoking copper bullet casings were thrown out. The little green monster in front seemed to have been struck by a lawn mower, and a large piece fell instantly.

"These things are too weak!" "Are they here to serve as targets for us?"

The soldiers were feeling somewhat proud, but they couldn't help but beat up these little monsters who were sneaking up on them.

But at this moment, several blue lights passed over the position and hit the mechas in the rear one after another.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen mechas exploded into fireballs, and the exploding ammunition was flying everywhere, which was worse than setting off fireworks.

Less than two minutes later, the second round of psychic shooting came again, and more than ten mechas were damaged.

"Report, report!" An officer stumbled into the division command post. The dirt on his face showed that he had just fallen. "The enemy has a large number of psychic shooters, and our mechas have suffered heavy losses!"

"How many!" the teacher frowned and asked.

"There is no exact number, but there are at least forty or fifty!"

"Let our snipers take over!" "Yes!" "Cooperate with artillery support!" "Yes!"

The officer turned and left. The division commander picked up the walkie-talkie and said in a hurried tone: "This is the 9th Armored Division of the First Coalition Army. We were attacked by unknown forces. Requesting reinforcements. Requesting reinforcements!"

At the same time, at the other end of the battlefield, Chen Xing, who was mixed in with the goblins, was holding a sniper rifle and shooting while squatting.

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Tactical satellites in orbit transmitted images of enemy positions to his mind, identifying all heavy firepower units.

He and eighteen clones hid among the goblins and sniped at their targets.

Suddenly, he felt a slight numbness in his scalp, which was a sign that his danger perception was activated.

But it's just a slight feeling, which means the threat is very small.

Following the perception, the tactical satellite quickly found the source of the threat - a sniper lying on the weathered rock highland to the northwest, with the muzzle pointing this way.

The sniper's range is three thousand meters, and Chen Xing's is only one thousand two hundred meters, but this is not a world with only thermal weapons...

With a thought in Chen Xing's mind, the tactical satellite locked onto the target and the orbital laser was activated.

The next second, the incandescent beam was like a divine sword falling from the sky, instantly piercing the sniper.

The back was pierced and scorched. For units without psychic armor, the orbital laser was divine punishment, killing them with one hit.

After confirming that the target was dead, Chen Xing raised the satellite's visual range and looked at the entire battlefield again.

Snipers are rare units that require talent and funds. It is good to have one or two of these third-line troops. Even he himself only has one sniper, Guihu, and he was taken away by A Qiaomu.

Suddenly my scalp felt numb again!

Again?

"Chirp..." "Chirp..." "Chirp..." "Chirp..." "Chirp..."

Then there was a sound of breaking through the sky overhead.

Artillery coverage!

Sniper and artillery bombardment, double guarantee.

Chen Xing's pupils shrank slightly, and there was a chirping sound behind him. Steam tanks drove out of the space cracks one after another, and then the space cracks opened above, and a large number of steam tanks crashed down.

In just a few seconds, the steam tanks piled up into a hill.

Tank bunker!

This is a new tactic developed by Chen Xing under the heavy rain of Aaliyah's blades.

The artillery shells fell with a crash, and the wooden steam tank was blown up so that pieces of wood flew everywhere and parts fell apart.

However, after several rounds of shelling, only the outermost layer

was blasted to pieces.

The cameras distributed on the tactical satellites telescoped and focused, gradually locking the position of the artillery mecha.

"It's my turn!"

Following Chen Xing's words, goblin fighters swarmed out.
To be continued...