My Empire

Putting down the telescope in his hand, Burrison squinted at the magical wonder in front of him. The plain in front of me can be described as magnificent, but the scene in front of me is not suitable for appreciation.

The corpses of the devil dog covered the entire plain, and you can know more than 300,000 without counting. These demon dogs were paralyzed on the ground, and some of them were not completely dead.

The retreating demons used magic to spawn these low-level magical creatures, hoping that they can hinder the pursuit of Ailan Hill's troops after the break.

It's just that such efforts are really futile. The devil dog that has been attacked by the gene bomb has now completely lost its fierce combat effectiveness.

The corpses were everywhere in the wilderness, and there were strange birds of the devil looking for carrion everywhere. The whimper of the dying demon dog mixed with the scream of strange birds, making everyone shudder.

This is the real hell, this is what the Demon Realm should be like. It's just that all this happened after the human attack began, so there was a smell of irony everywhere.

"Air Force reconnaissance shows...We are right in front of us, at the end of this plain, on the edge of the jungle, there is a small town..." A platoon leader came over, tapped the tablet with a poor signal, and said.

"Let the soldiers get on the armored vehicle and turn on the three-defense system... Cross this **** place at the fastest speed, and we stop at the edge of the town!" Burrison pointed depressedly in the direction ahead, and then ordered to continue The order to move forward.

"Start the chariot! All personnel pedaling!" The platoon leader turned his head and ordered loudly to the rest of the troops behind him.

The soldiers wearing the powered exoskeleton stood up easily from the ground, and then walked into the infantry fighting vehicle waiting for them in an orderly manner.

These new infantry fighting vehicles are newly designed. After all, if you want these large soldiers with a height of more than two meters to enter your own tanks, the original ordinary infantry fighting vehicles are obviously not good.

So these vehicles are taller than normal infantry fighting vehicles, and they carry fewer soldiers.

In terms of organization, the heavy armored grenadier is also fundamentally different from the traditional grenadier. An ordinary grenadier fighting vehicle is a combat unit of an infantry squad, while a heavy armored grenadier unit is a standard combat infantry squad with two infantry fighting vehicles.

This is tantamount to doubling the number of armored vehicles in an original infantry fighting vehicle battalion, and the firepower has been greatly increased. Of course, the ammunition consumed and the logistical supplies needed are also more.

Fortunately, the emergence of the floating magic circle allows the wheeled infantry fighting vehicle to take into account the heavy armor and the larger volume.

However, in order to cope with the battlefield situation and the increase in volume, Ailan Hill chose the 10-wheel standard chassis as the standard equipment of the new wheeled infantry fighting vehicle.

Burrison also turned around and got into his armored command vehicle. He opened the mask on his face until the air quality monitor inside showed "normal".

There was still a faint scent of gasoline in the air. Inside the slightly bumpy infantry fighting vehicle, the soldiers holding weapons did not see the slightest tension on their faces.

They are all warriors who have been fighting for a long time, and they have already passed the time of surprise. They used the exoskeleton palms wrapped with metal joints, tore open the sealed food preservation bags, and enjoyed the latest type of military rations.

"The outside smell must be bad?" The commander in charge of controlling the weapon platform turned his head and chatted with Burrison, who lowered his head to check the status of the entire infantry company.

Everyone is very familiar with it, and no one wants to make the atmosphere in the car look dull when this is not a battle.

"It's estimated to be similar to the smell in the laundry room." Burrison joked, staring at the monitor on his wrist without raising his head.

"Hahahaha." The three soldiers holding their weapons all laughed, but they knew how magnificent the smell of a room full of socks from a battalion man was.

Several people laughed unscrupulously, letting the tires of the armored car be used. Crushing the decomposed corpses of those demon dogs that are already almost as thin as mud.

Said it is a command vehicle, in fact, because the volume of the electronic communication device is constantly being compressed, this command vehicle is not much different from other infantry fighting vehicles. It's just that it is equipped with more expensive communication equipment, and there are two larger communication antennas outside.

Similarly, due to the development and advancement of equipment, the functions of the signal soldiers equipped by traditional troops have also undergone significant changes.

It is not so much that there is a signal soldier in the company. For example, it is more reasonable to call them an information processing support soldier.

These signal soldiers carry a server module that guarantees communication and information exchange. They just reduce their ammunition carrying capacity and give most of the load to the magic spar that guarantees the energy for the operation of the server.

"We are already on the edge of signal coverage... sir." The signal soldier sitting opposite Burrison, looking at the flashing warning icon on his helmet display, reminded him.

"About 5 kilometers, can it be supported?" Burrison also didn't want his troops to be unable to obtain battlefield information and call for timely air strikes, so he asked.