death of hope

Chapter 440 "Corporate Warrior" (350) Fate Hangs by a Thread

Enemy vehicles must be not far away, and his instincts were right.

Marcus Lynch heard the roar of the diesel engine, followed by a "warm" greeting from the truck's heavy machine gun.

A series of 12.7MM anti-material bombs hit the bunker, causing stone chips to fly and sparks to fly.
Every three rounds is mixed with a tracer bullet for ballistic correction, and the straight light it drags is clearly visible even in daylight.

(The tracer bullet is a double-edged sword. While correcting the trajectory, it also exposes your position. The enemy is to the west.)
Lynch was suppressed by the raindrops of intensive firepower and pressed behind the boulder. Several rifle grenades were accurately thrown and landed beside him and exploded. The high-speed flying shrapnel hit the power armor and bounced off like popcorn.

Two soldiers in camouflage camouflage, lurking in the tall grass, tried to weave toward Lynch's flank, but failed to escape the surveillance of the thermal imaging cameras on their helmets.

Half a shuttle of high-caliber bullets swept over, and a blood mist was visible to the naked eye, and even the helmet and head were smashed to pieces.Other soldiers who tried to make a detour also retreated, and the frontal fire suppression continued.

It can be clearly observed from the low-magnification scope that the soldiers who were killed were well-equipped. In addition to the latest assault rifles, they also held portable laser calibration terminals. This made Lynch feel the pressure.

This means that the opposing team must have the support of large-caliber self-propelled artillery. Once the laser calibration is successful, it can guide the 155mm smart shells to cover accurately.

Completely different from the previous grenade that tickled the Power Armor, the terrifying power of 155 is enough to easily pry open any tin can.

(Laser irradiation is not the only way to guide the bombardment, and the two soldiers are not the only ones who are turning around... It's hard to say, I'm already locked... I have to move as soon as possible, which way should I escape?)
On the battlefield, deliberation is an impossible luxury. Veterans on the battlefield rely on the muscle memory formed by countless training and actual combat, and rely on human survival instincts to take action.

(Run! Save your life first!)

The burly body in heavy power armor burst out with unreasonable maneuverability, and rolled out of the bunker. At the cost of a huge physical burden, Lynch used his psionic talent to overload the individual energy shield, just like those aliens Berserkers do the same.

Resisting the dense suppressive firepower, at the speed of a football player, he quickly rushed to the back of another boulder eighty yards away.

Not surprisingly, the "beyond visual range strike gift package" sent by the self-propelled artillery came one after another, and five rounds of 155mm smart shells roared and struck.

The powerful shock wave from the explosion instantly tore apart the nearby trees and vegetation. The first boulder that was used as a shelter was directly hit by the warhead of the shell, and instantly evaporated into countless particles, leaving only a row of scorched black craters that were steaming hot.

Lynch, who had just escaped from Ascension, heard a "boom", and an anti-armor cluster grenade was thrown to his feet. Luckily, he found it in time and kicked it into the mud pit. The grenade exploded at the same time. He also found the thrower,
The soldier, with camouflage paint on his face, was lying prostrate in the bushes, and was holding a radio to inform the artillery to correct the position of the bombing point.

He couldn't help saying that he was shot down, that he didn't dare to stay in this bunker any longer, and Lynch ran away in embarrassment again.

The second boulder was bombarded by shells one after another to the debris, and the high-speed flying gravel was stopped by the shield. The backlash of the spiritual talent on the body is quite serious. Blood is flowing from the ears, nose, nose, and even the eyes. Health check The device sends out an abnormal blood pressure alarm.

Lynch had no choice but to turn off the shield to catch his breath. The enemy snipers seemed to have been waiting for this moment. The .338 bullets they fired hit the joint between the helmet visor and the breastplate, and they were patiently looking for the target's weak point.

(Damn? Where are you hiding? Too far away... I can't deal with it with my low-power scope.)
The two boulders were blown to pieces, and there is a flat river around. There may be landmines buried in the grass, and it is difficult to find a decent bunker.
In the eyes of snipers, he is a living target, his body is too worn out, and turning on the energy shield in a short period of time will endanger his life, and the arteries may burst open.

Once the weak joints of the power armor are hit, they become fish on the pallet.

Lynch put on a new magazine, pulled the bolt and thought:

(Continuing to play peek-a-boo is tantamount to sitting still, you must take the initiative to eliminate the threat! Fight!)

Just as he was about to forcibly fight for the overloaded shield, he heard two gunshots, and a voice came from the team channel. It was the talkative rookie Second Lieutenant Green Bowman who had just joined the team:

"Ouch! Ten rings! Hit the bull's eye! Cool!"

"Bowman, where are you?"

"It's about 450 feet away from you. I was lucky. I landed on a cliff without being spotted by the enemy. This cliffside shooting point is really cool. The range can cover half of the floodplain delta area."

"Be careful and hide, there are your colleagues nearby."

"There's no need to worry about them."

"What's the meaning?"

"There's an old saying, you may have heard, that colleagues are enemies."

"This is the battlefield, Second Lieutenant, don't make all these twists and turns, speak straight, and let the fart go."

"It was me who didn't talk about martial arts, and carried out a sneak attack and killed the sniper team on the opposite side."

"Very good, this way my pressure will be much less, Bowman, your position is good, use a high-powered lens to help me see the surrounding situation."

"There are more than a dozen people in the opposite team, with vehicles and artillery support. They are outflanking your flanks. The situation is not good, boss... Wait, come help, our scouts are heading towards your position move."

"Hey, Miss Wang, are you on the channel?"

"I can hear it. The signal was jammed just now. They have electronic warfare planes. I can only follow the sound of the guns to find them."

"What about the rest?"

"My old Luo and Xiao Xia landed on the other side of the river. I just saw their flares. I don't know where the Comanche kid died. The new guy is really unreliable."

Second Lieutenant Bowman said in an aggrieved tone: "Hey, big sister, it's not fair for you to say that. After I landed, I killed several people, and I haven't been idle for a while."

"Who the hell said you! New here! I mean that Comanche guy is unreliable! Don't take your seat!"

"You are so irritable... Big sister, a strong oriental beauty, cool."

"Cool cool cool! Cool you X X! I don't know any other words besides COOL."

"Don't be angry, it's just a mantra."

"Okay, okay, I'm almost dead, so let's stay here, be quiet! Hurry up and deal with the nearby threats, we have to leave the delta flood plain as soon as possible, grab a car and gather on the other side of the river!"

"Did you hear me, big sister, the boss has spoken, telling us not to push, it's time to get down to business."

"Haha... you kid, you're quite interesting." Wang Hongye was amused by the talkative newcomer: "Don't die, newcomer, use your fire stick to cover us."

"This fire stick is fatal. I will use a high-powered lens to appreciate your kung fu performance, big sister."

"Later, my mother will let you see and see what a master demeanor is."

"Everyone, let's get started! I'll hit the front, Bowman will cover from a high place, Miss Hongye will sneak around to attack and harass, 3... 2... 1...

Go! Go! Go! "

(End of this chapter)