The convoy stopped in front of the checkpoint. Several sentries looked at them with guns in hand, seemingly at a loss. After a while, a sentry came over, saluted Allen and asked: "Sir, who are you?"
From the army? We haven’t received any notification from our superiors.”
Allen held up the officer's hat on his head and handed over a document: "We are a special independent company of the 32nd Guards Motorized Rifle Brigade. Because of the tense situation, the superiors urgently transferred us to strengthen the defense here.
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The sentry took the document doubtfully and said, "Okay, please let me confirm." After saying that, he turned around and returned to the guard box.
"Our documents are fine, so there should be no accidents. But we should keep an eye on him and kill them if anything goes wrong." Allen whispered, his hand already on the pistol under his thigh. Several other mercenaries were also watching.
There are sentries standing ready to launch an attack at any time.
I don't know if it was to confirm their identity or something, but the sentries who had been holding their guns suddenly put down their guns and stood still. The sentry who entered the post box to verify with his superiors never came out.
"Hey, are you okay?" Allen stuck his head out and called, but no one responded.
"What are you doing? Why don't you let us go?" Baldhead seemed a little anxious, and he also stuck his head out and shouted.
Still no one responded, and the only sound in the air was the roar of the convoy's engines.
"Something's wrong! Shoot!" Allen instantly raised his pistol and shot at the glass of the guard box. The figure of the guy who entered was very clear, and he would definitely not miss the target.
The other mercenaries also reacted quickly and started shooting at the sentinels who were fighting in a row.
"Da da da……"
After a round of shooting, the surroundings became quiet again. This time, in addition to the sound of the engine, there was only the sound of people reloading.
The sentry box and the electric grid were riddled with holes, and the warning signs hanging on them also fell down. The searchlight on the roof of the sentry post still automatically rotated, illuminating the slightly sweating faces of the mercenaries.
The sentries still didn't react at all. They stood there just as before. They didn't scream and fall down.
"What's going on?" The bald man looked ahead in surprise.
"You guys stay alert, I'll go take a look." Allen opened the car door and leaned over cautiously.
He looked at the unresponsive soldier, then raised the blocking pole, quickly rushed to the guard box, and fired another shot at the sentry who reported the report. The bullet hit the opponent directly, but knocked out a flower on the wall behind him.
spark.
The sentry, holding a phone in his left hand and a document in his right hand, maintained a reporting posture and stood motionless. His figure was blurry and flickered from time to time, looking like a TV image with poor signal.
Allen shuddered and quickly ran back to the car.
"What's going on?" The tall blond man retreated from the machine gun into the car and asked nervously.
"I don't know! But I know we have to hurry up! The environment here is not normal! Drive quickly, let's go!" Allen picked up the walkie-talkie and gave the mercenary command behind him to advance.
"It's them, they know we're coming." The flat-headed man muttered to himself with dull eyes.
The bald man stepped on the accelerator, and the jeep sped out quickly. The team received the order and quickly followed.
"Alan, what on earth did you see?" The little man clenched his rifle and asked while looking out.
"I don't know what they are. They are like some kind of hologram, not real people at all." Allen removed the silencer from the muzzle and installed a flash hider.
Suddenly, a faint siren sounded from the front, and the group immediately felt that something was wrong.
"Alan, what's going on? Did that sentry sound the alarm just now?" The bald head turned his head and asked him.
"No! That thing didn't even touch the siren! Damn it, we have to attack by force! Slow down and pull over, let the PBM behind open the way!" Allen gave instructions to the bald head, and then picked up the walkie-talkie to contact the mercenaries at the rear.
Three tracked armored vehicles roared to the front, followed by troop transport trucks. After giving way to four or five trucks, the jeep started again and followed.
The convoy quickly arrived at the second checkpoint. This time they did not stop. The armored vehicle fired randomly with machine guns, then broke open the gate and rushed through.
"Damn it, there's no one alive at this checkpoint!" Allen cursed in a low voice as he looked at the checkpoint flashing past the car window.
"PIKA!" A bolt of lightning suddenly fell from the sky, illuminating the road and surrounding woods. Unfortunately, a truck was hit and crashed into a big tree on the roadside.
"What? Why is there thunder?" The tall blond man quickly retracted into the car and closed the roof.
"Boom!" Another truck was hit by a fireball that didn't know where it came from and burst into flames.
"Enemy attack!" the bald man yelled and quickly pulled over. Everyone grabbed their weapons and rushed out of the jeep, lying down under the roadbed to hide.
The entire convoy stopped, and the mercenaries jumped out of the truck, looking for bunkers on the spot to prepare for a counterattack. The armored vehicle fired randomly at the forest roads on both sides while reversing back, trying to push away the burning truck. As for the vehicle,
If you are the unlucky guy, no one will care about it.
As more and more people got off the bus, something weirder happened.
Flames, lightning, small tornadoes and the like kept appearing on the road, and the mercenaries involved kept letting out various screams. Those who died directly were lucky, but those who survived temporarily were in great pain.
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However, this was not over yet. Many ferocious monsters that only appeared in the game suddenly appeared on the road and attacked everyone. The mercenaries panicked and started shooting randomly.
"Regroup! Everyone go to the woods! Cover each other!" Allen yelled into the walkie-talkie. The mercenaries who received the order stopped panicking and began to cover each other and evacuate into the woods.
However, one truck did not obey the command. The driver used superb driving skills to avoid various monsters and the armored vehicle's line of fire, and fled directly to the front.
"What are you going to do, Transport Truck No. 7! Come back quickly!" Allen roared on the channel as he looked at the crazy truck.
However, the car ignored him, and the truck soon drove a long distance away. As long as it turned the corner in front, it could successfully enter the shooting range of the bunker guards.
But it failed, and Allen watched helplessly as the truck was lifted into the sky by a huge pillar of fire, and then fell to the other side of the curve.
After everyone evacuated to the woods, those strange attacks did not appear again. And those ferocious-looking monsters were not as difficult to deal with in the game. In the face of the powerful firepower of everyone, they were almost wiped out quickly. Of course.
Even though there were still a few unlucky ones who didn't run away in time, they were caught and torn to pieces. Those monsters had no bodies after death, and simply turned into particles of light and disappeared into the air.
"Hell, this is our retribution." The flat-headed man muttered, but kept firing with the gun in his hand.
"Damn, how on earth were we discovered! These strange attacks, they have mastered alien technology! I will definitely take out the boss's intestines when I go back!" The bald head complained while throwing a grenade.
"Allen, let's retreat! There's no way to fight like this. We can't even find the enemy!" The little man looked at Allen, waiting for the other party's response.
"We are withdrawing! Attention all units, the operation failed, all evacuate!" Allen picked up the walkie-talkie and issued a withdrawal order.
In fact, the mercenaries had already wanted to escape. As soon as they received the order, everyone ran back in panic. But this time everyone was smarter and no one ran towards the road. Although there was no car to sit in,
It's much better than dying. The poor armored vehicles couldn't get off the road, so they had to drive back. Fortunately, their skin was thicker, and those inexplicable attacks didn't cause much damage.
"What a piece of shit! I will never do this again! If I can go back alive this time, I will go back to my hometown and get married!" The tall blond man complained while throwing the extra ammunition on the ground.
"Alan? Was there such a curve when we came here? I feel something is wrong!" Baldhead slowed down and reminded Alan.
Allen also noticed something unusual and also slowed down. He looked to the other side of the curve and saw firelight coming through the gaps in the woods.
The group of people walked carefully through the forest, hiding themselves in the shadow of the trees. When they turned the corner, Allen saw a group of bewildered mercenaries.
and the burning wreckage of a truck.
It took me five or six hours to write these chapters just by checking the information, but Baidu still couldn’t produce any results. The creator is not a military fan, so he can only try his best to make it look like that. If there are serious bugs, this is just a fiction.
Hey world!
It would be great if there was technical support, otherwise writing military-related content in the future would still be a life-and-death struggle.
By the way, look at the word count, rounded to 3,000 words.