death of hope

Chapter 174 "Corporate Warrior" (90) Fortune and Misfortune
Lynch's Notepad
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Finally, leave the battleship Himalayan and say goodbye to bedbugs, fleas and cockroaches.

We transferred to a small landing ship and entered low-Earth orbit, ready to implement Plan D.

The military doctor gave us a simple flank, and after passing it, we joined the battle sequence.

Fortunately, the alien plague that worried me did not appear. Except for a few recruits who ate poor-quality ice cream and had diarrhea, everything was normal.

The instructor asked us to take a deep breath and told us to be prepared for 5 g's of acceleration. It was to be expected that there would be a lot of people filling their helmets with vomit. Hope that didn't happen to me.

The field engineers took the trouble to check the parachute and cushioning facilities over and over again to ensure our safety.

Although it has been bombed continuously for three days and three nights, the anti-aircraft firepower of the Tadarin people is still fierce and abnormal.

They knew that if they angered the people on earth, they would be retaliated, so they dug out a huge underground fortification, hid equipment, weapons and personnel in it, and prepared to warmly "welcome" us to land.

The orbital descent phase was like playing a bullet hell game, except that I couldn't dodge with a gamepad, and life and death were all about luck.

The cross-fire network formed by electromagnetic accelerated shells, lasers, plasma beams, pulse bombs, missiles, rockets, and anti-aircraft guns shot down many of our landing ships.

Such damage is completely within the acceptable range. If there is no previous large-scale bombing, God knows how dense the enemy's anti-aircraft firepower is.

The Spartan Hero Combat Company of the 104st Battalion of the 1th Airborne Division of the Marine Corps is an ace unit with outstanding achievements.

This company generally selects meritorious veterans who have participated in more than three major battles, and occasionally recruits recruits who have performed particularly well like me. I feel sincerely honored to be able to fight under the Spartan banner.

I still remember one summer vacation when I was in elementary school. My father took me to watch the Taila Federation military parade. The guard of honor walking in the goose step was simply too handsome. The cowhide boots stomped on the ground and the bayonet on the rifle looked shiny after being plated. tile bright.

No boy can withstand such a temptation. At that time, like my friends, I really wanted to grow up and join the army.
My father said that he regretted not being a soldier when he was young, and spent half his life in a daze,
There's nothing to brag about drinking with old fellas these days,

The work of the miner was too hard, and the burden of supporting his family was so heavy that he couldn't breathe. This incident has been etched in my mind as if it happened yesterday.

Father pointed to the flag of the Marine Corps' "Spartan Company of Heroes," an elite unit of elite personnel equipped with state-of-the-art armor and weapons,

His father said that was his dream when he was young.

Now, I have fulfilled my father's dream and entered the one-in-a-million ace team. I think he in heaven will be proud of me.

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The eardrums were shaking and the body was shaking.

The amulet I bought from the gypsy trader was obviously a fake, and the lucky rabbit's foot from a friend didn't really work, either.

The god of luck did not favor me. The No. 2 engine of the landing ship was hit by a small missile. In order to prevent the fuel explosion, the captain decisively decided to release the marines in advance.

At that time, the cabin was in chaos, sparks flew everywhere, and the comrades ejected one by one before carefully aligning the landing area. A few unlucky ones directly hit the wreckage of the friendly warship, blowing up into a pile of coke.

At that moment, I felt that the amulet around my neck and the lucky rabbit's foot in my pocket worked again,
No matter how elite and powerful fighters are, they can only survive by luck at this time.
As the company commander said, people, life is ordinary, death is random.

I took a solid landing module, passed through the thin atmosphere, and opened the parachute at an altitude of 3000 meters.

It was too cold, ice was forming on the outside of the hatch, and the enemy was still firing fiercely, and the air wave from the explosion shattered the ice.

I feel like my good luck is continuing,
Maybe there were too many people who landed, and the Tadarim gunners were too dazzled to aim.
The landing module was not locked by any missiles, nor was it hit by any bullets or shells,

I pressed the button according to the voice prompt, the parachute opened successfully, and the rate of descent met safety expectations. At the last [-] meters close to the ground, I turned on the booster to slow down the rate of descent.

The moment I landed, a circle of airbags popped up from the bottom of the landing module. The impact force was much stronger than during the simulation training. Fortunately, I was wearing braces, otherwise I would definitely bleed from the shock.

The head-mounted display kept flashing red, reminding me that the landing site was twenty miles away from the mission planning area, and there was no cover from any comrades within a mile radius.

My heart skipped a beat. According to the battlefield records I read before, the probability of surviving in this situation is less than 5%.

The intelligent system detected that the external atmospheric environment was suitable for human survival, and the red and green lights came on in sequence, and the metal hatch automatically popped open, killing two Tadarin grenadiers who were ambushing outside.

It turned out that the Tadarines had already set up a net and took the initiative to attack and kill the first wave of human vitality. Some landing pods that landed inside the line of defense have been "grandly taken care of". Unfortunately, I was one of them.

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I guess I'm surrounded by a whole team, and knowing that, I have to leave the landing pod, which will soon be a burning iron coffin, based on the experience I've learned in the course.

Sure enough, the moment I left, a rocket from the tandem warhead hit and penetrated the landing module. If I had gone out a second late, I would have been a roast pig by now.

I picked up the rifle to shoot, but I couldn't find an easy target to aim at.

The enemy surrounded a circle of [-] meters, or crawled, or half-kneeled. I was like a wild boar stepped on a trap, and I could only rely on my defense to absorb the first wave of attacks.

The head-mounted display warns of an attack, that the shield energy field is depleted, and that the armor is about to take a hit.

Intensive firepower hit the armor and the burning cockpit, with sparks, my eardrums were almost shattered.

Fortunately, the enemy's rifles were not powerful enough to penetrate the armor. The Tadarines lacked weapons and equipment. The only rockets in a team were used on my airborne pod.

I sensed hope that now, these skinny stalks were about to face a lone Kodiak bear, a ferocious and intelligent beast.

The intelligent translation chip in the helmet allows me to hear what the enemy is planning,
They're calling in the Heavy Weapons Squad to destroy the Spartan Heavy Airborne's energy shields and nanoceramic armor with laser weapons and armor-piercing rounds,
And the answer I got seems to be that I can't provide support,
Because the first wave of human airborne troops exceeds one million, the defenders are already exhausted,
Kudos to the scientists, the noise filter cuts out gunshots and other noise, and with the help of an amplifier, I can even hear the sound in the enemy's headphones,

The order given to them by the frontline headquarters is that no matter what the price is, they must rely on the existing weapons to try their best to annihilate me in place.

I used to think that the high-tech equipment integrated in the helmet was flashy and useless, but now it seems that I was really a fool at that time.

I quickly confirmed my strengths and weaknesses. The enemy will not dispatch tanks or launch missiles for individual targets. This is the best news.

My weapons and armor are absolutely technologically superior, as are my training and stamina.

And this Tadarin team may have more than ten people, and the request for heavy weapon support was rejected, obviously trying to drown me by relying on numbers.

Even the nano-ceramic steel armor equipped by the Spartan company has weak points that can be damaged by small arms, such as radiator screens and joint connections.

Pressure forces humans to become stronger,

Since I was born, my brain has never been running as fast as it is now. There are no allies around me, and I can only rely on myself.

To survive, I must kill all of this squad, leaving no one behind.

This is my first test,

The Tal'darin Crusaders have no tradition of taking prisoners, and our Spartan Company will not keep any alive.

I thought so at the time, completely abandoning fear and impulse.

Come on, Tal'darin boys,

Let me see what you can do!
(End of this chapter)