The Captain glanced at the building in front of him and looked impatiently to the side, "Results still pending?"
"According to the computer records, the last group left this military station three hours ago." The soldier next to him read the data on the display, "They took a portion of the power core and energy."
"Three hours ago ... that would be them right." The Captain nodded with satisfaction, "Contact the A-Team and notify the other stations to join hands, we will definitely be able to catch up with them before nightfall! Is the base check complete? Prepare to depart!"
"Sir, there are two more squads over at the warehouse."
"What's taking so long?" The Captain frowned, "Wasn't it just an abandoned lab that was discovered? It's already been determined that there's nothing of value inside, right?"
"Yes, the doors were open when it was found and everything has been destroyed, but experts from headquarters are on their way to confirm it."
The Captain waved his hand, "Then leave one squad behind to do the handover and the rest on their way! Have a squad pulled out of the warehouse!"
Soon a few men ran out of the base and jumped onto the troop carriers without a word.
The pursuit force set off.
Zhao Yu yawned.
"Where are we?" He asked.
Borg, who had been leaving his head out of the canopy to blow off some steam, didn't answer, but Hunter, the driver, pointed to the map, "We're at this location, with any luck we'll be in the Nyah Forest in another hour."
"Uh wait a minute, this point next to the forest ... is a base?"
"Yes, base 47, which has surrendered following the 7th theater." Hunter said, "So we need a little luck. Old man, what do you suggest?"
Zhao Yu said bitterly, "What can I suggest, this is the only way."
Premonitions were not omnipotent, and it was even more impossible to avoid all risks. When there were too few processes to choose from, there were certainly not many endings that could be reached. After a series of detours and delays, the luck of this unit of less than fifty men had finally run out. In order to avoid unnecessary battles, they were now on a fork in the road, and an inevitable battle seemed to be just around the corner.
The only good thing was that Zhao Yu didn't have the ominous feeling that he was going to die this time.
As the distance to the base continued to shrink, everyone became nervous, and Borg returned to the cockpit, discussing the details of the battle with the captain of the other vehicle and Staff Sergeant Doyle: "Staff Sergeant, you can't go all the way around, and it's impossible to attract their attention with just two Spiders! You'll have to pick your best men to lead the men around first ..."
"How many battles is this for you, old man?" Regardless of the combat meeting over there, Hunter suddenly asked.
Zhao Yu froze for a moment, "The fifth, I think."
Hunter grinned, "Make it through and you'll be promoted in rank."
"From private to first class, right?" Jo Yu rolled his eyes, "What's the difference?"
"The difference is that everyone will recognize you as a veteran with seniority." Borg had already finished the combat meeting by this time and interjected, "If ... you were already a private first class when it was first discussed, that group of idiots might be a little easier to convince."
It was now the rule that a private could be promoted directly to first class after a year of service or after participating in five actual battles. The fact that you were able to last through five battles proved that you did possess a certain amount of combat experience, wouldn't be stupid enough to die like a new recruit, and that your luck was okay - in short, a first class soldier was more trustworthy than a second class soldier.
However, in Zhao Yu's opinion, regardless of first class or second class, they are just ordinary big head soldiers, no matter what, they also need to be a second lieutenant lieutenant officer in order to be considered to have bragging capital, but unfortunately this wish is destined to be unable to be realized in the short term, not to mention that, just by looking at their own ranks in the highest rank in the ranks of the highest is only a staff sergeant, you will know that to be promoted to the upper how difficult it is.
Said that during the war military promotion is easy?
"Alright guys, get ready for battle." Borg said putting on his helmet and taking his seat, "This is our only chance, if we can't break into the forest, our lives are over!"
It was a demoralizing statement, but ten minutes later, when the real battle broke out, Cho Yu realized that the situation was even worse than the most pessimistic projections!
"These guys have been waiting for us for a long time! The plan failed!" Borg yelled, "Infantry pay attention to finding cover! We can only look out for ourselves now!"
With barely a pause, Task Force 6 had just reached the edge of the base's surveillance when a whole six MF1 Battle Spiders of the same model as the Deathbringer rushed out from the building, along with hundreds of mech infantry, and coupled with the base's own defensive positions, the pitiful formation on Zhao Yu's side was enveloped in a web of fire in an instant.
"Take cover, take cover! The infantry shouldn't hide behind the chariots anymore, they'll be gathering fire!" Although Borg shouted in exasperation over the communication channel, in the face of the ferocious fire coverage in front of them, quite a few of the mech infantrymen instinctively chose to hide behind the battle spiders, thus attracting more firepower over, beating the spider shells to a halt, Zhao Yu watched as the index of the defense energy shield dropped all the way down, passing halfway through in the blink of an eye, and headed straight for the alert area.
"It's only a little better than being surrounded by 20 BTXs two days ago!" Borg viciously opened the comm channel, "Doyle! Our defenses won't hold up much longer, we have to start maneuvering! You get your men away from us!"
There was silence on the comm channel for a moment before a voice came through, "Sir, Staff Sergeant Doyle was just killed in action, I'm Corporal Battaglia who took his place ..."
Borg covered the microphone and cursed.
"Alright Corporal, you take everyone and get away from us for now! It's for your own good!"
"Sergeant, defense shield readings are reaching danger levels!" Hunter had shouted, "Can't wait!"
"Then launch it! Hunter, the balance is yours! I'll control the direction of maneuver!" Borg gripped the joystick and yanked it hard to the side, "Don't you freeze, old man! Even symbolically fire a few shots at the outside for me! I'm giving you main gun access!"
Zhao Yu, who had been in a state of beating the bushes, then reacted and hurriedly entered the targeting program, and instantly a whole bunch of lockable targets popped up on the helmet panel, "There's no way in hell, there's so many of them!"
"Don't mind the chariot! Eliminate the weak targets!"
Zhao Yu didn't have much time to think anymore, directly locking onto an infantry squad behind an MF1, he pressed the firing button with force, and half a second later, a bright ball of fire emerged from the opposite side.
In the cockpit, no sound could be heard from outside, and the numbers next to the screen showed that at least eight people had lost their vital signs as a result of this strike. Although the armor of the mech infantry could temporarily resist the firepower of the same infantry, the power of the spider's main cannon clearly exceeded the upper limit of the mech's defense. This wasn't the first time Zhao Yu had killed someone on the battlefield, and he didn't have any feelings of revulsion, it was just that after realizing that he had just killed eight people, a sentiment that Borg had once posted suddenly appeared in his mind.
"In this era, killing people is no different from the feeling of playing a game."
Zhao Yu thought deeply.
Not to mention the armored fighting vehicle he was in, the mech infantrymen who were fighting for their lives outside felt similarly, they wore fully enclosed helmets, power armor that wouldn't show a millimeter of skin, their panels also popped up with the enemy's value and lockbox, and their armor also had a defensive shield, which would be alerted to when it was damaged ...
Zhao Yu, who enlisted as a mech infantryman at the beginning, angrily stated that what exactly is the difference between this and the games like Halo that he played back then! After more than a hundred years has mankind made any progress at all!
"Well, there's still some growth, they've turned this thing from a game into actual combat ..." Zhao Yu muttered, he hadn't stopped shooting during this rambling, but he hadn't hit any more targets either.
Meanwhile, Borg and Hunter had maneuvered this War Spider to rush through the rocks like a stunt, drawing an extremely curved arc, leaving all the following firepower behind, and more importantly - had entered the dead zone of the opposite side's MF1 firing!
"Hit the sensors on their captain's car!" Borg yelled, "Paralyze their control system first!"
"Even if you say so I don't know where to hit!"
"Where's your instincts?!"
"That thing just isn't meant to be used in places like this!"
Both of them were shouting as if they were trying to compete with whose voice was louder, but in the process Zhao Yu still fired the cannon continuously, a few rounds missed everything, two rounds hit the outer wall of the base, and one round ... hit a MF1, only to see that Spider's movements jerked up, and then it actually just planted itself straight down on the ground and Never moving again.
"What did you do?" Borg asked hesitantly.
"Like you said, took a few shots on instinct ..."
"He must have hit the third actuator." Hunter said in a weak, feeble voice, "As I recall, that's one of the few parts on the MF1 that has the potential to paralyze the entire vehicle in one hit, and it's not very well protected ... But when I was in training, my instructor was telling me that the likelihood of achieving paralysis in one hit was less than one in ten thousand ..."
"Nice job!" Borg tried to reach over and pat Zhao Yu's shoulder, but still gave up because of the distance of the seat, "Do it again!"
"You think it's that easy!"
As he spoke the Death Bringer had already rushed to a place less than three hundred meters away from the opposing group of chariots, the chariots were almost equivalent to close combat at this distance, but Borg didn't have the slightest intention of slowing down to conceal himself, instead, he directly raised his speed to the highest!
"Sergeant!" Hunter shouted in desperation, "I'm still young! I don't want to die!"
"I'm young too!" Borg had already grabbed Hunter's maneuvering rights and was issuing all sorts of commands at breakneck speed, and with all sorts of lights blinking wildly in the cockpit, Hunter could only resign himself to taking over access to one of the secondary cannons and began to do his best to provide cover fire while his mouth kept breaking into a frenzy, "I knew it, I knew it! Nevada's crazy! I'll hate you for the rest of my life!"
"A lot of people say that, but in the end they're all thanking me!" Borg gave the joystick a push, and the Deathbringer swept past the muzzle of the other MF1 without incident.
Hunter rolled his eyes, "Yeah, provided they survived!"
The Death Messenger charged straight into the middle of the enemy army, momentarily messing up the opponent's formation, but the opponent wasn't a rookie, and immediately reacted after a brief moment of panic, more than half of the guns turned around and aimed at the Death Messenger, as Zhao Yu watched the lock-on alarms frantically pulsing on the display, a thought suddenly surfaced in his heart, "Is there still a chance for me to be promoted to First Class? "