Among the heavy armored grenadiers stationed in the human position not far away, Burlison saw the friendly force identification signal that suddenly appeared in the trench controlled by the devil, and his expression was obviously stunned.
He frowned, looked at the weird friendly signal, and then clicked on the signal to let the computer start analyzing the authenticity of the signal.
A few seconds later, the computer retrieved the identity certificate of this identification friend or foe signal from the battlefield database: "Air Force reconnaissance aircraft pilot...rank of captain...disappeared while performing a reconnaissance mission in the demon world about 17 hours ago.
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"This is a trap..." Burrison put down the tablet monitor on his arm and looked at the men beside him: "The devil is up to something! They are planning to use our friendly force identification signal to induce us to cease fire..."
"Then what should we do?" The machine gunner, who was shooting at the enemy's position with a 10mm heavy armored grenadier machine gun, turned to his captain and asked.
Burlison sneered and pointed to the demonic position in front: "Keep firing! Shoot all the bullets you can find! Let them know how powerful we are!"
"Okay!" The machine gunner turned his head proudly, pressed the butt of the huge and heavy machine gun, aimed at the smoke-filled enemy position opposite, and pulled the trigger again.
"Thud, thud, thud!" The heavy gunfire rang out again, and the large-caliber machine gun bullets hit the reinforced concrete defenses, splashing a piece of flying debris.
"Let them know who we are!" With the roar of the machine gun, the slender bullet chain was pulled into the machine gun, turning into fragments of bullet chain fragments and shell casings, which fell to the machine gunner's feet.
The tracer bullets rushed into the white smoke splashed by the bullets, beating the demon troops on the opposite side to a pulp. They didn't even dare to poke their heads out and take a look at the human positions.
"Call! Call! You are the commander of the friendly forces closest to the signal source, the initiator of the distress signal, requesting a real-time call with you." Burrison was leaning on the trench, using a telescope to see the impact of the machine gun, and suddenly his earpiece
There was such a cold prompt sound coming from inside.
He was obviously stunned, and then he saw a caller ID icon on the projection display of his visor. He swiped his finger on the tablet's operation panel, and the communication request was connected.
"I am Captain Kara, the commander of B-52 reconnaissance aircraft No. 1196...I am now on the position where you are attacking...cease fire! I ask you to stop the attack immediately!" A strange voice came from the earphones.
"Ha, I'm sorry, I am Army Armored Grenadier Captain Burlison. I need to verify your identity..." Burlison looked businesslike, but did not order his men to stop the ferocious attack.
"Damn it! Damn it! You are firing at me! Captain Burlison! I beg you to suspend the attack! Pause it!" The other party was obviously suppressed by the ferocious firepower, and his voice was full of annoyance.
"Please provide the corresponding identification password according to the battlefield identification steps..." Burrison smiled disdainfully, teasing the unhappy voice opposite.
"#67941153... Damn it! I didn't die by the devil's knife, but I'm going to die in the hands of this guy like you." The voice in the earphones provided the identification password, and the computer quickly gave the analysis results: "Audio signal
It is consistent with past communication records and confirmed to be Captain Kara of the Air Force..."
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The next second, he shouted loudly to his men: "Cease fire! Cease fire! Stop shooting! Cease fire!"
Due to inertia, it took about two or three seconds for the gunfire in the entire human position to fall silent. In Burrison's earphones, the voice that spoke clearly had a much better attitude: "Thank... thank you! Burrerson
Captain... I'm still alive, and my crew, we're all still alive... The devil didn't kill us, that's for sure."
"What you said is incredible. I don't know how to deal with this kind of thing..." Burlison replied into the intercom: "You know, this kind of thing has never happened before, a demon captured a human being..."
"I know. I know." Captain Kara, the captive captain of the Air Force, also knew this kind of thing and continued: "They plan to put us back... This was ordered by one of their senior officers... You, you
Can you cover us and return to your position?"
"Sir... this may be a trap, it may... be a trick of the devil... They may disguise themselves as our people, enter our trenches and then..." A lieutenant under Burlison began to persuade.
"Do you think it's possible?" Burlison interrupted his men: "They just came over with a few people... Even if they are all demons, what impact can they have on our defense line?"
Of course it won't have any impact, because they have hundreds of heavily armored grenadiers here. Even if they can't repel the demons, they can still retreat.
Because of the real-time intelligence push from the battlefield computer, they all know that their fleet has launched a fierce attack on the demon forces from the flanks. It is no longer a matter of importance for these demons to occupy one more line of defense or one less.
"You can come over! But you have to wait a few minutes!" Burrison comforted Captain Kara, and then switched the communication channel: "Have the heavy armored troops come over and cover us... In addition, there is important information that needs to be reported to
General Medias!"
"Understood... Two Type 99 tanks will arrive at your combat area soon. In addition, your report has been uploaded. Please wait patiently for the central processor to classify and process it." In the earphones, a mechanical voice sounded, which was extremely exciting.
Peace of mind.
"We will suspend the attack..." Burlison switched back to the communication channel and ordered the captured captain in the enemy camp: "To ensure your life safety, please wait patiently."
"Do you think they will come with some viruses that we don't know about?" A young soldier suddenly reminded.
"..." Everyone in the trench was silent for a moment, and then almost at the same moment, they all controlled their powered exoskeletons and entered a state of sealed three-defense.
"Be careful! These demons are not kind-hearted guys!" After checking his rifle and confirming that there was enough ammunition inside, Burrison loudly reminded his men: "When the tank comes, follow me!
