After the old cat handed over the task, he left. I don't know how this guy got out of this iron barrel-like encirclement.

In the next few hours, "Jiu Bo Bo" and several other brigade commanders continued to urge his mecha soldiers to launch continuous attacks on the second line of defense. However, the Allied forces were not vegetarians either. They relied on sophisticated equipment time and time again.

Withstanding the attack of the Treaty Army mecha soldiers, especially the advanced optical projection equipment, it became a nightmare for almost all mecha soldiers. These telegraph pole-like things were constantly changing the structure of the defense line three to four times an hour, and no one knew

How many mechas were buried in the phantom's trap?

There are not many electromagnetic pulse bombs that can break this predicament. Almost all of them are used up when attacking the first line of defense, and they have to rush to the rear to pick up the goods. This is a fatal oversight, even if you are a "wine bottle", you will be so anxious that you will curse your mother.

, the offensive had to be suspended for forty minutes.

The Allied forces, which had been bombarded for more than ten hours, finally gathered their attack power and launched their first counterattack in the early morning.

At that time, I had just gotten off combat duty and was huddled in a temporary bunker (the barracks with optical camouflage did not follow me). After replying to Ajerina's message, I was about to take a nap. Suddenly, there was a sharp siren in my ears, and I looked up again.

, and found that [Hatchkiss]'s huge machine silhouette with sharp edges was already visible to the naked eye.

Suddenly, the missile launchers installed on each mecha ejected flashes of light one after another, and rows of ground-attack missiles dragged thick smoke towards the ground at several times the speed of sound.

"Dry!

I quickly buried my head in the bunker. The next moment, there was a fierce explosion around me. The smell of gunpowder smoke mixed with the earth was overwhelming. There was also a violent vibration on the edge of the bunker that almost hit my nose. The injured screamed tragically.

It kept sounding, and outdated alarms also joined in the fun, adding some hysteria to the chaos.

"Fuck, run!"

In an instant, I scolded all the eighteen generations of radar soldiers. I shook off the dirt all over my body, rolled out of the bunker and ran away. The simple trenches were more conspicuous, and they could not withstand such a fierce attack. If I were hit,

A direct missile attack might even save the urn.

"Da da da"

Behind them came the screams of mechas swooping down, and the dull strafing sounds of armored machine guns. A few unlucky guys who were half a beat too slow to react and had no time to jump out were immediately blasted into pieces by large-caliber artillery shells and simple bunkers.

Meat pie.

The explosion of the missile continued, with rolling fireballs and scattered building debris everywhere. Fragments of different sizes passed by me several times, but the density had been significantly reduced compared to the first round. I was very confused because

This bombing density is obviously inconsistent with the number of enemy aircraft. It is only about a base number at most, and it cannot cause effective damage at all. Could it be that the Allies also lack missiles?

No matter what, we are almost at the hangar anyway, and it will be too late to think about it slowly.

After thinking about it, I ran even harder to the safe safe.

I suddenly saw that along with the missiles, there were several steel tanks that were about the same size as oxygen bottles. They were a bit too small for the size of the bomb. What on earth were they?

The answer will soon be revealed.

The cylinder suddenly burst when it was about 400 meters above the ground. There was no flame, no shock wave or fragments. Only clouds of gray-white smoke fell down like lime. Many personnel were still crawling in place to avoid the bombing, and there was no

I noticed these gadgets mixed in with the explosion noise, but I felt like my scalp exploded all of a sudden. I would rather see a thousand missiles explode in front of me than see this thing far away.

Agent Orange, fucking Agent Orange!

When I was working for the rebels, they once tried to use this chemical weapon of unknown origin in Vyborg and planned to take down the senior officers of the Treaty Army. However, I stopped them at the last moment and took away a box of samples.

When I handed the information to Lao Mao, I flipped through the manual. It not only recorded the lethality of this thing in detail, but also thoughtfully included pictures. The general meaning is: Downwind, it is effective against all living targets within five kilometers.

It is lethal. Just inhaling a rice grain is enough to kill a cow. It is in a stable state and stays in the air for a long time. It is very difficult to remove. It will slowly degrade at least two weeks after it is released. It is an extremely cruel tactical weapon.

.

This is only the effectiveness of the small can-like poison gas bombs in the hands of the rebels. The size of this airdrop now is more than ten times larger than what I have seen. Who knows how much lethality and radius it has.

I couldn't care about anything else anymore. I ran as fast as I could in a hundred-meter run. I didn't know how many somersaults I got in the process, and I fell into a miserable state. At this time, the effect of the poisonous gas had already appeared.

People who were hit by gas bombs were the first to suffer. They grabbed their own throats.

Their throats seemed to be about to be broken, their eyes were as big as dead fish, almost bursting out, and finally they howled in pain and rolled on the ground. What was even more terrifying was that their skin turned into something like a legendary monster.

It was the same horrible purple color, and then cracks opened up, and foul-smelling pus flowed out.

I was horrified to see it. Although as a mecha soldier I had already realized that I would die at any time, this way of death was really terrible, and it was beyond human endurance.

Fortunately, the hangar was right in front of me, and the people inside seemed to have seen me coming, so they immediately opened the hangar door to allow only one person to pass through. I was full of joy and prepared to rush in, but what I never expected was,

A sharp roar caught up with me and was right next to me.

"Blow it up, blow it up, blow it up, blow it up for me, don't make a boring fart."

I prayed desperately in my heart, but fortunately, the God of War finally gave me some face. I soon heard the loud noise unique to high-explosive warheads, and I also felt an additional...shock wave.

"Holy shit!"

I cursed loudly and was pushed into the hangar along with a pile of earth, rocks and garbage.

I was about to stand up and walk forward as I dusted myself off. Unexpectedly, I was hit by a guy on my stomach and almost knocked me to my knees.

"Stop, stand over there and don't move."

The voice of the top student came from far away, and then I saw clearly that the people in the teaching group were surrounding me in a half circle, looking at me as if they were aliens. The first few were holding the hollow steel pipes originally used to install the fixed frame.

Staring at me eagerly.

"You are so sick that you don't even recognize me anymore."

"You are the only one who is sick. You just ran away from the chemical weapons contaminated area and you are running around. You want to kill everyone. Go to the water tank and flush yourself!"

After the top student scolded me, I remembered that there was indeed such a warning in the chemical prevention class. I had no choice but to walk to that position and stand there. According to the textbook, this can remove the pollution as long as it is not close to the contaminated area.

70% chemical gas residue.

Who knew, instead of turning on the water tank switch, these guys dragged in a super-large high-pressure water gun like a python, with high-pressure water that could knock over rocks. One guy just rushed me and rolled me all over the floor, and my jumpsuit was all wet.

Being washed away and flying everywhere.

"Come on, rely on......"

I screamed strangely and rolled all over the floor in the water column. I finally got up wet, and only my underwear was left on me.

"Take off that one too. Don't worry, we are not interested in your anus. Clothes that have passed through the contaminated area must also be disposed of."

The top student said and threw me a bath towel and a military uniform. To be honest, it was rare to take a shower for more than ten days, so it was quite comfortable. The top student found the medicine box and took out a few pills and threw them to me and asked me to swallow them.

Before he was done, he took out another syringe of extremely scary size and stuffed it into me, his eyes gleaming coldly.

"If you feel nauseous, vomit, have hallucinations, etc., insert this thing into your heart immediately and inject it. There is a 50% chance that it can save your life."

I took it nervously, then held the needle and waited patiently. It wasn't until the ten-minute danger period passed that I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Damn it, the Allied Forces were very dirty. They were afraid that the missiles wouldn't kill us, so they even used poison gas bombs."

I cursed, but I did not criticize the national convention, because this thing was initiated by the Allied Forces, and now the bosses are shameless and shameless, so it is strange that this acid article is still effective.

The top student looked thoughtful.

"No, it's not like these missiles are used to kill people. It seems that the Allied Forces are trying to cover up something."

The madman sneered.

"You're covering up your shit, you've even taken off your clothes and still want to pretend to be innocent, it's so funny."

"Maybe they want to take nude photos, but that's not the point. The most important thing is..."

Before the academic master finished speaking, the closed door of the hangar was opened again, and then a ball covered with dust rolled in. When we took a closer look, it turned out to be Fatty. I was worried about this, but I didn't expect it.

This kid is pretty tough, and at first glance, he seems to be holding something in his hand.

"Oh, I brought today's breakfast for everyone to eat together."

Fat Tu happily shook the things in his arms. It turned out that it was a dusty military suitcase filled with stacks of lunch boxes. This time, there was no need for the top student to greet him. Tieniu moved his feet without saying a word.

The box was kicked to the corner.

"Oh shit, you dare to eat things from the contaminated area without fear of genetic mutation and turning into Iron Man!"

In fact, it should be Spider-Man, Iron Man is a do-it-yourself technology geek, but no one was in the mood to complain about this joke, so they immediately rushed the disappointed Fatty to take a shower and disinfect it.

After finally cleaning up, Tieniu gathered everyone and gave decisive instructions:

"The damage to the entire unit is currently unknown. Until the contamination of the stored food is confirmed, all food, supplies, and drinking water on the surface must not be touched, and all emergency food in storage must be consumed."

In order to prevent nuclear, biological, chemical and other situations where it is difficult to obtain supplies from the outside, a certain amount of emergency food is usually provided in the hangar. The standard storage capacity of the field hangar is enough for us to eat for twelve days. The amount is sufficient, but this kind of

Food that has been stored for many years is definitely not something that people like.

"Boss, are you saying...that from now on we will all eat No. D dry food?"

"Yes, that's the one."

We couldn't help but swallowed neatly, and images of greasy oxtail soup, concrete-like compressed biscuits, boring dried meat, and nutritious drinks that looked like pot water suddenly appeared in my mind.
Chapter completed!