Seven Hundred Alternative Muddy

Putting down the binoculars in his hand, Burrison squinted his eyes and looked at the spectacle of the Demon World in front of him. The plain in front of him can be described as magnificent, but the scene in front of him is not suitable for appreciation.

The corpses of demon dogs covered the entire plain, and there were more than 300,000 of them without counting them. These demon dogs were paralyzed on the ground in all directions, and some of them were not completely dead.

The retreating demons used magic to spawn these low-level magical creatures, hoping that they could stop the pursuit of Alan Hill's troops.

It's just that such efforts are really futile. The demon dog that has been attacked by the gene bomb has now completely lost its due fierce fighting power.

The wilderness was littered with corpses, and there were monster birds looking for carrion everywhere. The whimpering sound of the dying demon dog mixed with the shrill cry of the monster birds made everyone feel shuddering.

This is the real hell, and this is what the devil world should look like. It's just that all of this happened after the human attack started, so there is a sense of irony everywhere.

"The air force's reconnaissance shows that... we are right in front of us, at the end of this plain, on the edge of the jungle, there is a small town..." A platoon leader came over, tapped on a tablet with a poor signal, and said.

"Let the soldiers get on the armored vehicles and turn on the three-defense system... Use the fastest speed to cross this damn place, and we will stop at the edge of the town!" Borisen pointed in the direction ahead depressedly, and ordered to continue forward order.

"Start the chariot! All personnel pedal!" The platoon leader turned his head and ordered loudly to the resting troops behind him.

Those soldiers wearing powered exoskeletons stood up easily from the ground, and then walked into the infantry fighting vehicles waiting for them one by one in an orderly manner.

These new infantry fighting vehicles are newly designed. After all, if you want these large fighters with a height of more than two meters to enter their own fighting vehicles, the original ordinary infantry fighting vehicles are obviously not enough.

Therefore, these vehicles are taller and larger than normal infantry fighting vehicles, and they carry fewer soldiers.

In terms of organization, heavy armored grenadiers are also fundamentally different from traditional grenadiers. An ordinary grenadier infantry fighting vehicle is a combat unit of an infantry squad, while a heavy armored grenadier unit is two infantry fighting vehicles and a standard combat infantry squad.

This is equivalent to doubling the number of armored vehicles in an original infantry battalion, and the firepower has been greatly increased. Of course, more ammunition is consumed and more logistical supplies are required.

Fortunately,

The emergence of the floating magic circle can allow the wheeled infantry fighting vehicle to take into account the heavy armor and large size.

However, in order to cope with the battlefield situation and the increase in volume, Alan Hill still chose the 10-wheel standard chassis as the standard configuration of the new wheeled infantry fighting vehicle.

Burrison 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 was still a faint fragrance of gasoline in the air. Inside the slightly bumpy infantry fighting vehicle, several soldiers holding weapons did not show the slightest tension on their faces.

They are all battle-tested fighters, and they have already passed the time of being surprised. They used the exoskeleton palms wrapped with metal joints to tear open the sealed food preservation bags and enjoy the latest military ration supplies.

"The smell outside must be bad?" the commander in charge of manipulating the weapon platform turned around and chatted with Burrison, who was looking down at the status of the entire infantry company.

Everyone is already very familiar with it, and no one wants to make the atmosphere in the car look dull when it's not a battle.

"It's probably similar to the smell of logistics supplies and even the laundry room." Burrison joked, staring at the monitor on his wrist without raising his head.

"Hahahaha." The three soldiers holding weapons all laughed, but they knew how heroic it is to have a room filled with the smell of a battalion man's socks.

A few people laughed unscrupulously, letting the tires of the armored vehicle go. Crushing the rotting corpses of those demon dogs that were already almost muddy.

It is said to be a command vehicle, but in fact, because the size of the electronic communication device is constantly being compressed, this command vehicle is not much different from other infantry combat vehicles. It's just that it is equipped with more expensive communication equipment, and there are two thicker communication antennas outside.

Similarly, due to the development and progress of equipment, the functions of the signal soldiers equipped with traditional troops have also undergone obvious changes.

Rather than saying that there are communication soldiers in the company, it is more reasonable to call them information processing support soldiers.

These signal soldiers carry server modules that guarantee communication and information exchange. They just reduce the amount of ammunition they carry and give up most of the load to the magic spar that guarantees the energy for the server to operate.

"We're already at the edge of signal coverage... sir." The signal soldier sitting opposite Burrison reminded, looking at the flashing warning icon on his helmet display.

"About 5 kilometers, can it support it?" Burrison didn't want his troops to be unable to obtain battlefield information and call for timely air strikes, so he asked.

"It should be okay... When you get there, find a higher place, assuming you have a good signal receiver." The messenger replied after thinking for a while.

"Then there is no problem..." Borisen nodded slightly, and switched to the general channel of the company by pressing the intercom: "Rear team! Pay attention to vigilance... Your position is a bit too far back!"

"The logistics support team's car broke down! Sir! We have to slow down and wait for them to catch up!" Inside the headset, the 3rd platoon leader at the back of the hall reported helplessly.

"Okay! I'm Burrison! The whole team stops advancing! Stop advancing! The support team at the rear is in trouble!" Burrison didn't want to leave the friendly army full of rations and ammunition on the side of the road to act alone. So he immediately ordered.

With this order, the entire armored convoy came to a halt. Burrison buckled up his helmet and reminded the people in the car through the channel: "I want to get off the car, you'd better put on your masks, otherwise you may be suffocated to death by the smell of corpses."

After everyone put on their masks, he pressed the wrench on the armored cabin door beside him, and instantly a depressurized airflow poured into the vehicle body, and the air began to become slightly turbid.

Burrison frowned and looked at the muddy land outside the car door. The black blood had dried up long ago, and the rotten flesh had been crushed to pieces by the passing wheels.

He looked at his calves and insteps, which were fully protected by the exoskeleton, and at the fairly clean iron shell boots. He didn't even think about whether to get off the car or not to get off...——

The condition is not very good today, the second update will be made up tomorrow morning, I really can't stay up all night... sorry.