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    The soldiers of the bandit army, following behind the six Chakna fighters, galloped all the way through the jungle.

    Gunshots and explosions, as the soldiers ran, getting closer.  After turning around the mountainside, the position built on the top of the mountain was already faintly visible.

    "Boom!" With a deafening bang, a group of red light suddenly flashed in the gap in the woodland.

    Countless amounts of soil were thrown into the sky in a violent explosion, crackling the dense branches and leaves of the forest.  Gunpowder smoke and dust spread in all directions.  Strands of black and white smoke formed dark clouds covering the ground, tumbling, changing into strange shapes in the air, rushing towards the sky obliquely along the wind.  The entire mountain was trembling in the continuous explosion.

    Gritting his teeth, the fat man ran at the front of the line with six Chakna soldiers.

    He has not experienced such a scene for a long time.  Since fleeing from New Rome with Mido and Nia to Garipalan, most of his battles have been completed in the mecha.  Although the danger is the same, the energy shield and armor of the mecha can always bring him a sense of security.

    Fatty has always felt that, of all battles, infantry combat is the most dangerous.

    There is no need to find any other reasons to prove it. You only need to look at the number and proportion of infantry deaths in each war, and you will know how close these unlucky men with guns and their flesh as armor are getting closer to death every day

    Thinking of the Jeppen soldiers rushing down the mountain like a tide that he just saw, and thinking that he was actually going to stand in front of them and stick to a damned position, the fat man's face turned pale.

    ? Hold your ground, fight to the death without retreating!  How heroic, how passionate, how brave and fearless it sounds.  Seducing women is also the most awesome topic.

    But, for God's sake, it only counts if you survive!

    The position is dead, whether it is a solid fortress around the city or a temporary trench on a hill, in the enemy's Skynet system, it is nothing more than a fixed coordinate.  The meaning of standing firm is not much different from putting yourself in front of someone else's target and being swept away with trembling all over.  If you want to survive, you can only pray that those bullets and shells have eyes and fly around you!

    Obviously, this is daydreaming.

    While running, the fat man imagined all kinds of possibilities in his heart, and was frightened by it.  Fear comes from the unknown.  That's fucking true!  No one knows which shell will destroy the flower-like fat man.

    Dozens of figures jumped and ran in the jungle, rushing towards the position like shooting stars.

    There are tens of meters away from the position, and the light shrouded in the position can be seen through the gaps in the branches and leaves in the forest.  There is the dazzling red light of the fusion grenade explosion, the white light of the portable energy cannon, and the flashes like tens of thousands of electric cannons when the energy machine guns and rifles fire intensively.

    And behind these flashes, the figures of Jeppen soldiers have faintly appeared at the front of the position!

    "kill!"

    Captain Chuckner Nash yelled violently, and stabbed a Jeppen soldier who rushed into the trench with his bayonet in the chest.

    The Jeppen soldiers who had just set foot on the ground, their pupils shrank rapidly, and reflexively turned their guns sideways, trying to push Nash's bayonet away.  However, with Nash's arms shaking violently, the bayonet on the muzzle of the gun still pierced into his heart with great precision.

    Blood, along with the drawn bayonet, sprayed out violently.  Like a burst water pipe.  With his eyes wide open, the Jeppen soldier fell head down in the muddy trench.

    Nash wiped the blood on his face and met another Jeppen soldier who rushed into the trench.

    Beside him, the machine gunner who had already been wounded in many places was still pouring firepower down the hillside, and the other Chakna fighters were still gritting their teeth and charging towards the wave-like skirmishers in front of the position.  line shot.  Although at least five or six Jeppen soldiers broke through the fire blockade and rushed to the position, Nash could only shout at the same number of soldiers and fight hand-to-hand with his opponent.  Among them, including himself.

    Although he is still desperately fighting, Nash knows that this battle has reached the end.

    There are more than 160 people in the whole company, and now there are only 20 or 30 left.  Including civilian staff, machine repair soldiers and cooking teams of all platoons, they have all filled the front line.

    When the Jeppen people rushed into the position, let alone mobilize more people to fight hand-to-hand, even so, the firepower of the position is not enough to block the enemy.  In the blink of an eye, the enemy in front of the position charged another ten meters closer.

    The bayonet in Nash's hand was as fast as lightning, and the opponent's bayonet was equally fast.  In less than five seconds, the two of them had stabbed ten times each.; Under the command of the commander in the communication channel, after dropping at least fifty corpses in front of the position, the Jeppen people simply shrank back under the cover of artillery fire at the rear.

    Although a bit embarrassed, the Jeppen's skirmish line remained very intact when they retreated.  Although their world-renowned army training and their national character make each of their soldiers as rigid and rigid as a machine, but the concept of regarding combat discipline as life can at least make them methodical when retreating, without rushing.  impatient.

    After a while, there was no longer a Jeppen figure in the front of the position.  After being plowed by the enemy's artillery fire, the whole position returned to calm.

    Bandit soldiers chatted behind the position.

    "Damn it!" Nash grabbed Sun Ping, his face distorted: "Who the hell is that damn fat man?! Why don't these people even have guns? They're here for vacation?!"

    "Damn" Before Sun Ping could answer, Nash saw the soldier who was almost beaten into a honeycomb by the fat man just now, walking towards the fat man with a sullen face!

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    I originally wanted to write to 4000, but I had something to do at night, so I went out.  Just come back now.  When I came back and re-examined, I found that a paragraph was repeated, so I quickly changed it.  Continue to ask for monthly tickets.  Only 100 votes away from the front.  Let me rise by two at least at the beginning of the month, and be vain

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