Chapter 699
My Empire Chapter 699
2020-11-03
Chapter 699 700 Alternative MudPutting down the telescope in his hand, Burrison squinted at the Demon Realm in front of him wonderland. The plain in front of you can be described as magnificent, but the scene in front of you is not suitable for appreciation.
There are more than 300,000 demon dog corpses covering the entire plain. These demon dogs were paralyzed on the ground, and some were not completely dead.
The retreating demons used their magic to spawn these low-level magical creatures in the hope that they would stop the pursuit of Alanhill's forces.
It's just that such efforts are in vain. The demon dog, which has been attacked by the gene bomb, has now completely lost its fierce battle strength.
The corpses everywhere across the field are filled with Demon Realm monsters looking for carrion. The whimpering sound of the dying demon dog is mixed with the shrill cry of the monster bird, making everyone shudder.
This is the real hell, this is what the Demon Realm should be. It's just that this all happened after the human attack began, so there was a sense of irony everywhere.
"Air Force reconnaissance shows... We are up ahead. At the end of this plain, at the edge of the jungle, there is a small town..." A platoon leader came over and tapped on a tablet with poor signal. computer, he said.
"Let the soldiers get on the armored vehicle, turn on the three defense system... Cross this damn place with the fastest speed, and we will stop at the edge of the town!" Burrisson pointed dejectedly. The direction ahead gave an order to move on.
"Start the war chariot! All personnel pedal!" The platoon leader turned his head and ordered loudly to the resting troops behind him.
The soldiers wearing the powered outer skeleton stood up from the ground easily, and then one by one walked into the inside of the infantry war chariot waiting for them in an orderly manner.
These new infantry war chariots are newly designed. After all, if you want to let these large warriors with a height of more than two meters walk into your war chariot, the original ordinary infantry war chariot is obviously not acceptable.
So these vehicles are taller than a normal infantry war chariot and carry fewer soldiers.
In terms of organization, heavy armored grenadiers are also fundamentally different from traditional grenadiers. Ordinary grenadiers and one infantry war chariot are a combat unit of an infantry squad, while heavy armored grenadiers are two infantry war chariots and a standard combat infantry squad.
This is equivalent to doubling the number of armored vehicles in an original infantry chariot battalion, increasing the firepower by a large margin. Of course, it consumes more ammunition and requires more logistical supplies.
Fortunately, the appearance of the floating magic array allows the wheeled infantry war chariot to take into account the heavy armor and larger volume.
But in order to cope with the battlefield situation and the increase in volume, Alanhill chose a 10-wheel standard chassis as the standard for the new wheeled infantry war chariot.
Berryson also turned around and got into his armored command vehicle. He didn't open the mask on his face until the status displayed on the air quality monitor inside showed "normal".
There is still a faint fragrance of gasoline in the air, and in the slightly bumpy infantry war chariot, a few soldiers holding weapons did not show the slightest nervousness on their faces.
They're all battle-hardened warriors, and they've long passed that kind of surprise. With their outer skeleton palms wrapped in metal joints, they tore open the airtight food preservation bags to enjoy this latest military ration supply.
"It must not taste good outside?" The commander in charge of controlling the weapon platform turned his head and chatted with Burrisson, who lowered his head to check the status of the entire infantry company.
Everyone is already very familiar with it. When this is not a battle, no one wants to make the atmosphere in the car seem dull.
"It's probably the same as the logistics supply and even the smell in the laundry room." Burrisson didn't lift his head, staring at the monitor teased on his wrist.
"Hahahaha." The three soldiers with weapons all laughed, but they knew how heroic it was that a room was filled with the smell of a battalion man's socks.
Several people laughed unbridled, letting the tires of the armored vehicles go. It crushed the rotting corpses of demon dogs that were almost muddy.
It is said to be a command vehicle, but in fact, because the volume of the electronic communication device is continuously compressed, this command vehicle is not much different from other step war chariots. It's just that it is equipped with more expensive communication equipment, and there are two thicker communication antennas outside.
In the same way, due to the development of equipment, the functions of the signal soldiers equipped by traditional troops have also undergone significant changes.
It's not so much that there are signal troops in the company. For example, it is more reasonable to call them information processing support troops.
These signal soldiers are carrying server modules that guarantee communication and information exchange. They just reduced their ammunition carrying capacity and gave most of the load to the magic spar that guarantees the energy for the server to run.
"We're on the edge of signal coverage...sir." The signal soldier, sitting opposite Burrison, looked at the flashing warning icon on his helmet display and reminded.
"About 5 kilometers, can you support it?" Burrison asked because he didn't want his troops to be unable to obtain battlefield information and to call for timely air strikes.
"It should be ok... when you get there, find a higher place, assuming a good signal receiver is fine." The signal soldier thought about the replied.
"Then there's no problem..." Burrison nodded lightly, and pressed the intercom to switch to the company's general channel: "Back team! Be careful... your position is a little too far back. !"
"The car of the logistics support team broke down! Sir! We have to slow down and wait for them to catch up!" In the earphone, the platoon leader of the third row in the rear reported helplessly.
"Okay! I'm Burrisson! The whole team stops advancing! Stop advancing! The support team at the rear is in trouble!" Burrisson didn't want to throw away the friendly troops who were full of rations and ammunition. Acting alone on the side of the road, he immediately opened his mouth and ordered.
With this order, the entire armored convoy was suspended. Burrison buckled his helmet and reminded the people in the car through the channel: "I want to get out of the car, you better put on your masks, or you may be smoked to death by the smell of corpse."
After everyone put on their masks, he pressed the wrench on the armored hatch beside him, and instantly a pressure-relieving airflow poured into the car, and the air began to become slightly cloudy.
Berryson frowned looked at the muddy ground outside the car door, the blood of black had long since dried up, and the rotten flesh had been crushed to pieces by the passing wheels.
He looked at his very comprehensive calf and foot surface protected by the outer skeleton, and looked at the iron shell boots that were fairly clean. …”
Today’s condition is not very good, and the second update will be made up tomorrow morning. I really can’t stay up late...sorry.
(end of this chapter)