Data Wasteland

Dr2617-11-02, pm11:45

The night was like ink, and it was cold and dark.

A few searchlights swept back and forth, and the incandescent beam shot into the distance, creating a barren scene—a semi-desert land with no dead grass.

The occasional flash of light illuminates the ravines on the ground. The head cannot be seen before, and the tail cannot be seen behind.

In front of the ravine is a barbed wire fence, and the black helmet is looming among the iron thorns.

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

"Let's smoke a cigarette."

In the trenches, a soldier twisted his neck, leaned toward the edge of the ditch, and used a night vision binoculars to observe the front of his companion suggested.

"Are you afraid of snipers?"

The companion said without looking back.

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

The proposed soldier shrank into the trench while talking.

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

"Those eggs have gone to bed long ago."

A faint flame flashed, and then the smell of burning tobacco came.

The soldiers who were on duty at night smelled the smoke and couldn't bear it. They put down their binoculars and shrank into the trenches.

"Give me one."

"Hey! Nothing, right? Come on, I'll give you some..."

"call…"

In the dark trenches, two dark red dots lit up.

"You said, why did the 26th Division get beaten up all at once?"

"They are infantry divisions, they are not capable of firepower, and they are filled with dumplings. They must be finished. If they are replaced by our ninth division, the heavy mechas will rush up and they will be able to break out."

"But, I heard that our heavy mechas are retiring soon..."

"It doesn't matter to him, he can block bullets, and there are so many people, it is not our turn to play."

The two soldiers chatted in a low voice, and suddenly there was a small abnormal noise.

"Wait, don't talk!" "What are you doing, I was surprised."

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

The two quieted down and listened carefully. It was a low sound, like a drum with a cloth covered hammer.

Before I could think about it, there was a sudden "pong bang" above my head. Looking up, the searchlight that was originally swept back and forth went out.

Then, as if a chain reaction, the searchlights on the ground went out continuously.

The two of them were so frightened that the smoke fell to the ground, and then they recovered and shouted: "There is a situation!" "Enemy attack!"

They hurriedly picked up the assault rifles next to them, threw them on the edge of the ditch, and turned on the torch on the barrel to illuminate the front.

"Hala!"

Accompanied by the high-pitched and excited weird calls, a group of green-skin mobs appeared in sight. They have short limbs and huge heads, like a group of deformed children, wearing pot helmets on their heads, holding sticks and kitchen knives in their hands, and rushing over yellingly.

There are sarcomas on the pie-like faces, which are extremely ugly.

"What is this!"

"Follow him, just shoot!"

The soldier squeezed the trigger, the muzzle burst out, and a shuttle bullet shot out.

The little green monster in the front row was beaten up and down. But they came forward, stepping on their companion's corpse with bare feet, and flooding like a tide.

"Heavy machine gun!" "Grenade!"

The sound of intensive gunfire was like a shower of rain, a stream of fire pierced the darkness, and the blasting grenade exploded a ball of flames. The little green monster screamed constantly, his body was shattered, and his stumps and arms were thrown around.

Although the casualties were heavy, these little green monsters were unrelenting in morale, trampling on the bodies of their companions and charging.

"Quick, fire support!" "Sand camels are here!" "Great, kill them!"

Accompanied by the sound of "crunching" mechanical friction, several winged mechas appeared behind the trenches with their slender mechanical legs.

Finding a suitable shooting position, the two mechanical legs bend forward, and the Vulcan cannon under the iron wings rotates at high speed.

"Da da da da da da da da!"

The flame of the muzzle illuminates the surroundings, and a large number of copper bullet shells with green smoke are thrown out. The little green monster in front of it seems to have been knocked out by a lawnmower, and a large piece of it is instantly collapsed.

"These things are too weak!" "Aren't they here as targets for us?"

The soldiers were getting a little proud, and these little monsters that attacked were too much to fight.

But at this moment, several blue lights swept across the position, hitting the mecha 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 smashed ammunition bounced around, worse than fireworks.

Less than two minutes later, the second round of psionic 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 psionic 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!" "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 Army of the Allied Forces. We were attacked by unknown troops. Request reinforcements, request reinforcements!"

At the same time, at the other end of the battlefield, Chen Xing, who was mixed in the goblin group, held a sniper rifle and shot in half.

The tactical satellite in orbit transmits the picture of the enemy's position to his mind, marking all the heavy firepower units.

He and eighteen clones hid in the goblin group to kill the target.

Suddenly, he felt a slight numbness in his scalp, which was a sign of the activation of danger perception.

But it is only a slight feeling, which means that the threat is small.

Following the perception, the tactical satellite quickly found the source of the threat—a sniper was lying on the weathered rock plateau in the northwest, with his muzzle facing this side.

The sniper's range is 3,000 meters, and Chen Xing is only 1,200 meters, but this is not a world with only thermal weapons...

Chen Xing's heart moved, the tactical satellite locked on the target and the orbital laser was activated.

In the next second, the incandescent beam of light instantly penetrated the sniper like a divine sword falling from the sky.

The back was pierced and burnt. For units without psionic armor, the orbital laser is a divine punishment from the sky, and it kills with one hit.

After confirming the death of the target, Chen Xing raised the satellite's visual range and revisited the entire battlefield.

The sniper is a rare unit and requires talent and funds. It is good for a third-line unit like this to be equipped with one or two. Even if it was himself, there was only a sniper Ghost Fox by his side, and he was taken away by A Qiaomu.

Suddenly the scalp is numb again!

Again?

"Choo..." "Choo..." "Choo..." "Choo..." "Choo..."

Immediately there was a sound of breaking through the air above his head.

Cannon coverage!

Sniper and shelling are double guarantees.

Chen Xing's pupils shrank slightly, and there was a babbling noise behind him. One after another steam tanks drove out from the cracks in the space, and then the cracks opened up above, and a large number of steam tanks smashed down.

In just a few seconds, the steam tanks were piled up into small bags.

Tank shelter!

This is a new tactic developed by Chen Xing under Aaliyah's sharp blade rainstorm.

The shells crashed down, and the wooden steam tank was blown across, and the parts broke apart.

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

Was smashed.

The cameras distributed on the tactical satellites were telescopic and focused, gradually locking the position of the artillery armor.

"It's me!"

With Chen Xing's words, goblin fighters swarmed out.

"Hulling, reloading!"

"In the sky, something is flying here!"

In a blink of an eye, hundreds of wooden propeller warplanes swooped down, and the machine guns fired large bullets.

The mecha below burst into flames and clinked.

"They are coming!" "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Roughly crafted bullets cannot penetrate steel plates, but goblin fighters have a second attack method.

"Hala!"

The goblin driver yelled in excitement and pushed the joystick to its limit.

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

The fighter planes slammed into the artillery armor on the ground one after another, and the flames burst into the sky, and the entire artillery position was plunged into flames.

"Master, the sniper was killed!" "The artillery position was attacked by an unknown fighter!"

Unfavorable news came one after another, and the commander of the Ninth Division slapped the table: "Send a commando!"

"The two armored infantry regiments followed suit and counterattacked the enemy's position!"

"Yes!"

The commander's command was transmitted to the battlefield, and the combat soldiers in body armor rushed out of the trenches, crossed the wire fence, and rushed in the direction of Chen Xing.

Armored vehicles and infantry followed behind, aggressively.

"Xiang Caidie, Huozui, it's your turn!"

Chen Xing ordered the first mobile brigade of the Expeditionary Force and the first elite group of the Guards to enter the battlefield using a walkie-talkie.

These two troops are Chen Xing's direct line troops, the former is of Beiqiao regiment blood, and the latter is of Leiguang regiment blood.

The first elite battle group of the Guards has more than one hundred foreign bloodline guards, and the elites later drawn from various places have extraordinary combat power.

Only a few loud roars were heard, and huge figures rose from the ground and stepped into the battlefield with great momentum.

In order to commemorate Tienuo, many members of the Thunder Light regiment forcibly forgot the psionic armor they had used for many years, changed to the steel body and huge body, and inherited the **** fighting style.

"kill!"

At the other end of the battlefield, a bull rushed into the enemy group. The dark muscles of the cow's back are very strong, the four hooves stepped on the fire, and the nose sprayed hot steam, which was extremely brutal.

A woman riding on the back of a cow, holding knives in both hands, rampaged through the enemy formation, killing the ghost jackal howling.

This woman is Xiang Caidie, the deputy commander of the expeditionary army.

Behind her was a large group of blue-glowing combat soldiers, rushing into the enemy's line like wolves, killing people when they saw them.

Originally, the direct line troops would not use it easily to avoid battle damage, but today Chen Xing is on the battlefield with a goblin army as cover, and the damage is almost negligible.

The third-line armored division ran into an elite unit, like tofu hitting a stone, and instantly collapsed.

"Yu Ling, there is Yu Ling!" "The enemy is too fierce, we can't beat it!"

It was only then that the commander of the Ninth Division realized that the attacker tonight was a lot higher than him, and he couldn't stop the power of one.

"Shrink the front line and fully defend!" "Hold on, reinforcements will be here soon!"

After the troops entered the field, Chen Xing retracted his clone, retreated to the rear, and observed the battlefield through tactical satellites.

After a while, a bright red dot appeared on the edge of the satellite image, and it was rushing at an extremely fast speed.

The camera stretched, and a hideous monster appeared in sight. The whole body was red, the rough skin was covered with black spikes, the muscles of the limbs were swollen, and the thick and powerful beast claws pulled the ground. He jumped for tens of meters, and the speed was more than 200 kilometers per hour.

A human was riding on the monster's neck, and Chen Xing immediately recognized it.

Gluttonous Lord, Qin Wu!