() The cold wind is blowing, stray bullets are storming, and the stiff human body keeps falling like a bomb.

I'm afraid there is no worse skydiving environment in the world

The strong wind made me unable to open my eyes, but it was pitch black below, and I couldn't see anything even when I opened it. The feeling of being able to hold my head and be beaten was terrifying. The deaf guns and cannons were getting closer and closer, and the stray bullets slashed through the air, but I was still hanging in the air and desperately recalling the calculation formula for acceleration I learned in high school.

About ten seconds later, I roughly estimated that the height should be about the same, so I couldn't wait to pull the main umbrella.

With a "bang", the main umbrella opened safely, and the falling speed suddenly dropped. Just half a second later, a stray bullet flew over the soles of my feet very accurately. The disturbance of the rotation of the air flow made my feet itchy, and the person shivered in the air.

It's a horse, one leg was almost cut off.

I subconsciously grabbed the paraglider and lifted myself up, as if it was a little safer.

I was blown continuously by the northeast wind and quickly landed into a coniferous forest. The paracord was very unlucky to hang a branch, but I was still pulled by habitually and hit the trunk. I was so painful that I cursed. What a shit job, it was like shooting a blockbuster before I officially started working.

But now is not the time to talk about these things. I let go of the card clip and jump out of the parachute. Fortunately, the height is not exaggerated, it just hurts a little.

The anti-aircraft artillery fire also stopped at this time, and the surroundings were silent, making people feel uncomfortable all over.

"I'm going to sue that the ball is violating labor law."

I muttered and touched it up and down, and found that the travel bag that had just fallen off was gone. I hurriedly lay in a snow nest that could freeze people's lives, unscrewed the small flashlight on the key ring and groped hard on the huge snow.

"Sharp, Sharp"

Just as I finally found the backpack half buried in the snow, a creepy sound came from hundreds of meters away.

It is calm and very rhythmic, clearly piercing the silence of the jungle. It is different from steel tracks and large rubber tires. It is similar to the amplification of several times the sound of human footsteps. This sound is also the sound of mechas that has only appeared on the battlefield recently.

I turned off the flashlight as quickly as possible, pulled my backpack to my chest, and dragged it out of the anti-tank rocket with my memory. A pack of four rockets and an Abagan automatic rifle. I took the bag and threw it aside.

If it is to deal with simple jing troops, it may be useful, but if I face a land fighter mecha, my attack opportunities are really pitifully few, and carrying so much ammunition is simply a burden.

"Sharp, Sharp"

The movement of the mecha is getting closer and closer, and from the overlapping footsteps, it can be heard that there is more than one enemy mecha.

It seems a bit troublesome.

I twisted the rocket, put the magazine on the automatic rifle, and learned the method taught in the college to fix the spare magazine to the side, and pulled the bolt very hard.

Four rockets, sixty bullets, and one person. The resources that can be used are pitifully few, but strangely, I didn't feel scared. Instead, it felt like I was the first time I was in elementary school to mingle in the black game console hall to make electric power. From head to toe, I was penetrated by the scorching stimulation like strong wine. The feeling was slowly dulled and numb. The only thing I could feel was the heart beating too violently.

Here comes!

Two red spots suddenly lit up in the darkness, moving towards here with the hard syllables. From a distance, they looked like two balls of ghost fire.

When the distance was shortened to less than four hundred meters, I saw that they were actually fixed on a huge armor.

That is the eyes of the mecha - the active infrared night vision device!

But wait a moment, this should be the standard equipment of the Treaty Army. Could it be that my current opponent is the Treaty Army? What's going on?

The distance was shortened to less than three hundred meters, and I didn't have time to think about it. Since these guys fired fire as soon as they came up, they probably had no intention of having a good conversation with me.

Pull the trigger and spray bright flames from the front and rear ends of the launcher. The 40mm diameter rocket attacked one of the mechas at high subsonic speed.

I had never really hit the rocket launcher. I was blinded by the recoil and was pushed around. I quickly rolled and jumped up and moved to the right side desperately. The next moment, the dense rain of bullets directly knocked the area where I was just here into a sea of ​​fire.

I swear I will never do dirty work as an anti-tank infantry next time.

One advantage of the old RPG bazooka is that it does not have the simple guidance device that is troublesome to modern individual rockets, which completely loses its function of the photoelectric countermeasures on the mecha, and the rest is to compete for maneuvering.

"Bang"

The attacked mecha jumped to the side nimblely, rolling flexibly like a special forces soldier while firing the armored machine gun in her hand. The rockets swept over the body with a huge deviation and exploded on the trunk of a conifer tree.

"Damn tough xing framework."

I cursed the technique of giving mechas agility to match humans, and while quickly twisting a second rocket, I had to deal with this steel monster, at least multiple people would have to play a certain effect.

Suddenly, I felt that my vision suddenly relaxed. No, no, it was because the brightness of the entire battlefield had changed.

Fuck, that guy just now beat a flare!

Two painted earthy se [Depp] stared at me with blood-red eyes and viciously. The 23mm armored machine gun in her hand sprayed out a deadly fire snake. Although it was a machine gun, it was only compared to the huge size of the mecha, which was actually heavy armed forces of the same level as the combat chariot machine guns.

"Click Click Click Click"

The trees that were hit hard by the heavy bomb of tungsten alloy made painful humming, and the snow was splashing like an avalanche, and the slightly thinner trees were even broken by huge kinetic energy!

I cursed, and while backing, I set up an automatic rifle and fired several short shes in succession, but the 5.45mm small-caliber bullets only made a few ridiculously small Mars on the armor plate of [Depp] and there was no movement.

"Damn, it's so sturdy."

As early as the North Wind God Operation, I have seen the amazing armor protection of the land war mechas. I am afraid that even ordinary anti-equipment rifles cannot do anything to this thick armored monster. Now, the bird gun in my hand is not even qualified to scratch it. I just hope to get a little time to retreat to the depths of the dense forest.

But the other party's movements were faster than mine.

The sound of steel lower limbs hitting the ground sounded violently. A [Depp] hit the snow powder while emitting the armored mecha in his hand, and came to me at a speed of at least forty kilometers per hour. Not only the main weapon, but also the 7.62mm universal machine gun and 30mm automatic grenade launcher built into the chest also erupted the fine sparks of the hidden weapons, turning into a powerful metal storm to sweep all targets in the shehe world.

Seeing a large machine more than seven meters high rushing towards him while spitting fire, this psychological pressure was so great that it could not be described in words.

"Boom boom boom"

"Smacking"

The dirt and snow splashed in the blast and impact. I felt that I had been blown into pieces. The opponent's firepower was too strong, and probably an infantry platoon in the old century was nothing more than that. I had to use the tree trunk as a cover while trying to interfere with the driver's aim.

But wait, one mecha, another?

The nerves in my body were tense. I bent down nervously to observe and immediately saw a red "eye" flashing maliciously about seven or eight hundred meters away. I picked up the bazooka strike without thinking. Of course, the other party easily avoided it and smashed a large number of innocent branches.

The guns and cannons of the two mechas crossed from two directions in a cross shape, cutting all living targets in the she world into debris. I rolled and crawled out of the unfinished encirclement and retreated in a panic. I could escape from such a perverted fire net and now I felt that I was full of character.

The two [Depps] still kept surrounding the two wings slowly. My portable ammunition was light, and I continued to run even if I was not shot dead on the spot, I must have been killed in the end. This is really not a good thing.

Suddenly, a small slope appeared in front of me, and a thought flashed through my head, and I turned over and jumped in, and pulled the snow block like a wild boar to bury myself tightly as quickly as possible, just exposing my eyes and the rocket launcher.

My idea was super simple at that time, which was to shorten the distance to within fifty meters before firing. At this time, people couldn't hide, so I didn't believe that you, an elephant-like bionic machine, could still hide.

The two [Depp] quickly gathered together, their huge heads turned around, their "eyes" flashed with confusion, and they set up a machine gun that was still smoking to search around. I have seen the harsh imaging quality of the night vision system of the Maobei Land Warrior Mecha. It is already difficult to analyze the covered human targets at a distance of 500 meters. If you are far away, you can only see the mosaic. Moreover, I use snow to cover the infrared radiation, and it is difficult to discover it first with a thermal imager.

The only trouble was that it was too cold and my lungs almost stopped moving.

A [Depp] slowly approached here, and the speed of the step by step was crazy. I gritted my teeth and followed its movements to poke the bazooka out of the simple cover.

100 meters, 90 meters, 80 meters, 70 meters... My emotions rose as the body approached, but, just as [Depp] was about to cross the critical point, I suddenly stopped, and turned my head with caution as if I noticed something.

Discovered!

Before I could adjust my posture, I pulled the trigger. The rising tail flame melted through the snow and lit my butt, making me scream and rolled out of the snow pile.

"Boom boom boom"

Explosions sounded one after another, deaf and deaf... But after a while, I only fired one rocket, why did I explode so many times?

I raised my head strangely, but soon, no, a few people rushed up. One pressed my head, and the other several held me up and ran away. The choking tobacco smell rushed straight into my nose, but there was no familiar vodka smell at all, so I immediately decided that these guys were definitely not bears, and they were so tired that they could drag them.

"Hey, you guys are looking for death. Just wait for us to pick you up, but you'll take the initiative to come to your door to die."

An uncle with a bear-skin hat cursed at me in a not-so-fluent Slavic language, while I looked at him with a naive look as if I was foolish. The uncle pulled his collar in disgust.

"Don't look at me like this, it's disgusting."

OK, I admit that I failed in life and I was disliked as soon as I met.

"Don't be nervous, we are the Vyborg Hunter Corps, and I am the battalion commander of the Second Assault Battalion."

Among the top five wanted lists of the Ministry of Interior, the Stanville Confederate Rebel leader introduced himself as if nothing had happened.
Chapter completed!