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At the same time, one kilometer west of the town.

The sun shines on the road guardrails and reflects dazzling bright lights. The road surface is extremely dry, and the hot air waves roll endlessly at the end of the sight, spreading out shaking waves.

With a low and high whistle, a convoy slowly drove towards one side of the horizon. At the forefront were two Saber-toothed Tiger A1 armored personnel carriers, behind them were three modified 16-wheeled large military trucks, and further back, there were still two Saber-toothed Tiger A1 armored personnel carriers.

The "Celtic" holy sword pattern on the body of the car is extremely eye-catching, and under the scorching sun, circles of charming red light radiate.

The convoy was not moving very fast, and the tires rolled over the dry road surface, bringing up a layer of sand.

The two Sabertooth Tiger A1 armored personnel carriers in front were driving slowly, and the driver Carmen Eddie yawned a few times, and the afternoon sun was sleepy.

This made him miss the days when he was on vacation by the beach. The beautiful bikini lined up on the beach. The sun shone a circle of soft light on the water, and the waves gently caress the coast, bringing a reassuring smell of fish.

In comparison, the damn escort mission is so boring, boring and extremely boring.

"Hehe..." He yawned again, and he owed his body, picked up the military water bottle next to his seat, and was about to take it to his mouth and drink it to moisten his throat. Suddenly, a red light flashed on the appearance not far ahead, and then a deafening explosion came, and the splattering sand covered half of the sky.

He was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses as his comrades shouted, and while stepping on the brake, he shouted at the communication instrument: "Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

The tires pulled out slide marks on the ground, accompanied by the dull sound of deflation when the truck was braking, and another explosion came, but this time it was replaced by the rear.

The road ahead was blown out of a big pit, which was difficult to drive through, and the rear road was cut off. Carmen didn't even bother to drink water, so he threw the kettle, picked up the walkie-talkie on the console, and shouted loudly: "Hurry, hurry, protect the truck."

"Bang...bang..." The rear doors of four Sabertooth Tiger A1 armored personnel carriers opened, and several soldiers wearing power armor got off the car one after another.

However, before they could unfold their defensive formation, fires flashed on the south slope across the road, and groups of rockets left smoke tracks in the air, like a group of dancing snakes, falling on the body of the armored vehicles like raindrops, bursting into clusters of heat waves of flames.

"South slope, south slope, the enemy is on the south slope." The roar of convoy commander Irving Griffin came from the communicator. The soldiers raised their guns one after another and pulled the trigger when the flames on the south slope were lit up.

"Didi..." The alarm indicator light on the control table was on, and the self-test program showed that the body armor was seriously damaged, the power system was malfunctioned, and the vehicle had lost its ability to move.

"SHIT!" Carmen cursed, moved from the main driver to the weapon console behind, woke up the vehicle radar, switched to the enemy-screw mode, then bounced the safety cover of the missile launcher joystick, and used force with the right wrist and turned the joystick to slowly turn the two triple missile launchers on the roof toward the south.

"The target is locked." With the prompt sound from the headset, a row of dense red light spots appeared on the radar screen. It was the enemy's troops distribution map of the south slope. At this time, the radar had input the coordinates of several densely populated areas into the guidance system. Just press the launch button to blow the enemy up.

"Bastard, dare to intercept the military convoy and let you see what the difference in strength is." Carmen yelled, and was about to press the launch button, suddenly, a sharp and harsh warning sounded: "The heat source was detected to be approaching."

He looked down and saw a fast moving little red dot on the radar approaching the center.

"What the hell..." This was Carmen's last thought during his lifetime.

The rolling smoke rose into the air. Through the armored vehicles that were blown into a ball of steel scrap by anti-tank missiles, you can see the backs of several pickup trucks on the north slope of the highway.

"Damn it!" Irving threw the empty magazine on the ground hard. The four armored vehicles were scrapped like this and were killed by a group of guys who didn't know where to come with such a simple weapon. This is a shame.

"Ding Ding Ding Dangdang." Stream bullets hit the guardrail, leaving rows of bullet holes.

"Swoosh, swoosh." Several rockets flew past and landed in the gaps of the vehicle, exploded, and the air waves drove several soldiers away. They rolled up and continued to fight back.

Although the power armor is clumsy and uncomfortable to wear on the body, the protective effect is indeed not enough. In an atmospheric environment, bullets below 7MM are difficult to pierce the outer armor layer, causing fatal damage to the wearer. In addition, they can effectively resist the damage of small explosions and shock waves.

"Chirp chirp." A row of bullets hit the roadbed, splashing dust and sand. Irving hid behind the scrapped armored vehicles and gasped heavily. Because he didn't know how many enemies there were hidden in the north slope, he did not dare to send troops to attack the south slope. His main task this time was to escort three trucks to Rut Bay. If he attacked the south slope with all his strength, if the enemy on the north slope took advantage of the situation and was attacked by the enemy from both sides, he would inevitably fall into a tough battle.

Four armored vehicles were scrapped, while three trucks were not damaged at all. From this, we can see that this group of people was coming from the things on the car. The other party occupied the commanding heights on both sides, one of them was located in a low-lying place, and the slopes on both sides were flat and wide. Once the charge was launched, they would inevitably encounter a head-on attack. The enemy had a large number of rockets, and even wearing power armor, it would be difficult to withstand the frontal impact of explosive energy.

Considering that the enemy's target was three trucks, the only way to defend it with the cover of scrapped vehicles and hold on until reinforcements arrived. However, will the enemy give itself a chance to breathe?

The answer was no, and reality quickly responded to him, "Bang, bang, bang." With a burst of metallic sound, smoke columns rose up from the north slope, and more than ten grenades drew a round parabola in the air, falling around the convoy like beans, bursting out balls of steaming mist.

The rich fog spread throughout the audience in an instant, and Owen was stunned, but when he noticed the green fluorescent powder attached to the surface of the power armor, his scalp suddenly became numb and all his hair stood up: "All personnel, hide in the bunker immediately."

His reminder was still a little late. "Bang, bang, bang..." The sound of a powerful sniper rifle came, and several soldiers hiding behind the guardrail were directly smashed by a 17MM large-caliber armor-piercing projectile. The blood mixed with brains opened on the ground, like tofu dumps with a lot of chili oil.

At the same time, the figures of the pickup trucks appeared again. The missile launcher in the back pocket turned slightly. As the flames flashed, the anti-tank missile nearly one meter wide rose into the sky. It turned its head in the air and pulled out a long tail flame, like a silver carp, and pierced from above. With a "boom", it exploded in the middle of the group, and a red flame gushed out.

The road was blown out one big pit after another, and for a moment, gravel was like rain and mourning everywhere. Irving curled up behind the overturned armored vehicle, his pale face full of "helplessness."

The previous steaming mist was different from ordinary smoke bombs. It was a special nanoparticle that could adsorb on the surface of power armor or stealth vehicles and radiate a special frequency wave, specifically used to locate high-precision weapons such as missiles, snipers, guided bombs, etc.

At this moment, the soldiers were completely exposed to the other party's vision. It was a dream to persevere until reinforcements arrived.

"What to do? What to do? What to do!"

Just as Owen was at a loss and at a loss, a noise suddenly came from the communicator, and then a sharp voice like a woman came: "Lieutenant Owen, how about it? Do you need my help?"
Chapter completed!