Six Hundred and Sixty-Nine Confirm Identity

Among the heavy armored grenadiers stationed in the human position not far away, Burison saw the friendly army identification signal suddenly appearing in the trench controlled by the demon, and his expression was obviously taken aback.

He frowned, looked at the weird friendly signal, and then clicked on that signal to let the computer start to analyze the authenticity of the signal.

A few seconds later, the computer retrieved the identification of the IFF signal from the battlefield database: "The Air Force reconnaissance plane pilot... the rank of captain... disappeared about 17 hours ago during a reconnaissance mission in the Demon Realm ..."

"This is a trap..." Burrison put down the tablet monitor on his arm, and looked at his subordinates: "The devil is playing tricks! They are going to use our friendly army identification signals to lure us to cease fire..."

"Then what should we do?" The machine gunner, who was shooting at the enemy's position with a 10mm heavy armored grenadier special machine gun, turned his face and asked his captain.

Burrison sneered, and pointed to the devil's position in front of him: "Keep firing! Shoot all the bullets you can find! Let them know that we are amazing!"

"Okay!" The machine gunner turned his head proudly, pressed on the huge and heavy machine gun butt, aimed at the smoky enemy position on the opposite side, and pulled the trigger again.

"Tug, tut, tut!" The heavy gunshot sounded again, and the large-caliber machine gun bullet hit the reinforced concrete fortification, splashing a piece of flying debris.

"Let them know who we are!" Accompanied by the roar of the machine gun, the slender ammunition belt was drawn into the machine gun, turned into fragments of the ammunition belt and shell casings, and fell to the machine gunner's feet.

The tracer bullets rushed into the white smoke splashed by the bullets, beating the demon army on the opposite side to the ground, and they didn't even dare to poke their heads out to take a look at the human positions.

"Call! Call! You are the commander of the friendly army closest to the source of the signal, the originator of the distress signal, and I request a real-time call with you." Burrison was leaning on the trench, using a telescope to see the impact of the machine gun, and suddenly the headset Then came such a cold reminder tone.

He was obviously taken aback, and then saw a caller ID icon on his visor projection display. He swiped his finger on the operation panel of the tablet computer, and the communication request was connected.

"I am Captain Kara, the pilot commander of b-52 reconnaissance plane No. 1196... I am now on the position you are attacking... Cease fire! I ask you to stop the attack immediately!" A strange voice came from the earphone.

"Ha, sorry,

I am Lieutenant Burrison, Army Heavy Grenadier, and I need to verify your identity..." Burrison looked business-like, but he did not order his men to stop the ferocious attack.

"Damn it! Damn it! You're firing at me! Captain Burrison! I beg you to pause your attack! Pause!" The opposite party was clearly suppressed by the ferocious firepower, and their voices were annoyed.

"Please provide the corresponding identification code according to the identification steps on the battlefield..." Burrison smiled disdainfully, teasing the very unhappy voice on the opposite side.

"67941153...Damn it! I didn't die by the devil's knife, but I'm about to die by you." The voice in the headset provided the identification code, and the computer quickly gave the analysis result: "The audio signal conforms to Past communication records, confirming that he is Captain Kara of the Air Force..."

"I x..." Burrison's eyes widened. He had never heard of such a thing as a pilot who was shot down by a demon and could come back alive.

In the next second, he hurriedly shouted to his subordinates: "Stop the fire! Stop the fire! Don't shoot! Stop the fire!"

Because of inertia, it took about two or three seconds before the gunshots on the entire human position fell silent. In Burison's earphones, the voice who spoke was obviously much better: "Thanks...thank you! Burison Captain...I'm alive, and my crew, we're all alive...it's true that the devil didn't kill us."

"What you said is unbelievable, I don't know how to deal with this kind of thing..." Burrison replied into the intercom: "You know, there has never been such a thing as a demon capturing a human being..."

"I know. I know." Captain Kara, the captive captain of the air force, also knew about this kind of thing, and continued to say: "They plan to put us back... this is an order from one of their senior officers... You, you Can you cover us and return to your position?"

"Sir... this may be a trap, it may be... a trick of the devil... they may disguise themselves as our people, enter our trenches..." a lieutenant under Burrison persuaded.

"Do you think it's possible?" Burrison interrupted his subordinates: "They only come here... Even if they are all demons, what impact will it have on our defense line?"

Of course it won't have any effect, because they have hundreds of heavy armor grenadiers here. Even if the demon cannot be repelled, it is still possible to retreat.

Because of the real-time information push from the battlefield computer, they all know that their fleet has launched a fierce attack on the demon army from the flanks. It is irrelevant for these demons to occupy one more line of defense or one less line of defense.

"You can come here! But you have to wait for a few minutes!" Burrison appeased Captain Kara, and then switched the communication channel: "Let the heavy armored troops come over and cover us... Also, there is important information to report to General Medias!"

"Understood... Two Type 99 tanks will arrive at your combat area soon. In addition, your report has been uploaded. Please wait patiently for the classification and processing by the central processing unit." In the earphones, a mechanical voice sounded, making people feel incomparable Peace of mind.

"We will suspend the attack..." Burrison switched back to the communication channel, and ordered the captive captain in the enemy camp: "To ensure your safety, please wait patiently."

"Do you think they will bring some viruses that we don't know?" A young soldier suddenly reminded.

"..." Everyone in the trench was silent for a moment, and then almost at the same moment, they all controlled their powered exoskeletons and entered a sealed three-defense state.

"Be careful! These demons are not kind-hearted guys!" After checking his rifle and confirming that the ammunition inside was sufficient, Burrison reminded his men loudly: "When the tank comes, follow me! "