Putting down the telescope in his hand, Burrison squinted at the wonders of the demon world in front of him. The plain in front of him could be described as magnificent, but the scene in front of him was not suitable for appreciation.
The corpses of devil dogs covered the entire plain, and it was known that there were more than 300,000 of them without counting. These devil dogs lay paralyzed on the ground, and some were even not completely dead.
The retreating demons used magic to spawn these low-level magical creatures, hoping that they could hinder the pursuit of Elanthir's troops.
It's just that such efforts are in vain. The devil dog that has been attacked by the genetic bomb has now completely lost its due ferocious combat effectiveness.
The wilderness was littered with corpses, and there were strange demonic birds looking for carrion everywhere. The whimpering sounds of the dying demon dogs mixed with the shrill cries of the strange birds made everyone feel shuddering.
This is the real hell, this is what the demon world should be like. However, all of this happened after the human attack began, so there is a sense of irony everywhere.
"Air Force reconnaissance shows...right in front of us, at the end of this plain, on the edge of the jungle, there is a small town..." A platoon leader came over, tapped on a tablet with poor signal, and said.
"Let the soldiers get on the armored vehicles and activate the three-defense system... cross this damn place as quickly as possible. Let's stop at the edge of the town!" Burlison pointed in the direction ahead depressingly and ordered to continue.
The order to move forward.
"Start the chariot! Everyone pedal!" the platoon leader turned around and ordered loudly to the resting troops behind him.
The soldiers wearing powered exoskeletons stood up from the ground easily, and then walked into the infantry fighting vehicles waiting for them one by one in an orderly manner.
These new infantry fighting vehicles are newly designed. After all, if you want to allow these large warriors with a height of more than two meters to walk into your own fighting vehicle, the original ordinary infantry fighting vehicle obviously cannot do it.
Therefore, these vehicles are taller and larger than normal infantry fighting vehicles, and carry fewer soldiers.
In terms of organization, heavy armored grenadiers are also fundamentally different from traditional grenadiers. For ordinary grenadiers, one infantry fighting vehicle is the combat unit of an infantry squad, while for heavy armored grenadiers, there are two.
Infantry fighting vehicle A standard combat infantry squad.
This is equivalent to doubling the number of armored vehicles in an original infantry fighting vehicle battalion and greatly increasing the firepower. Of course, the ammunition consumed and the required logistical supplies are also more.
Fortunately, the emergence of the floating magic array allows wheeled infantry fighting vehicles to take into account heavy armor and larger size.
However, in order to cope with battlefield conditions and increase in size, Eiland Hill chose a 10-wheel standard chassis as the standard configuration of the new wheeled infantry fighting vehicle.
Burlison also turned around and got into his armored command vehicle. He didn't open the mask on his face until the air quality monitor inside showed "normal".
There was still a faint fragrance of gasoline in the air. Inside the slightly bumpy infantry fighting vehicle, there were several soldiers holding weapons. There was no trace of nervousness on their faces.
They are all battle-hardened warriors, and have long since passed the time of being startled. They use exoskeleton palms wrapped with metal joints, tear open sealed food preservation bags, and enjoy this latest type of food.
military ration supplies.
"The smell outside must not be good?" The commander in charge of controlling the weapons platform turned around and chatted with Burrison, who was looking down to check the status of the entire infantry company.
Everyone is already very familiar with it, and no one wants to make the atmosphere in the car dull when it is not a battle.
"It's probably similar to the smell of logistics supplies and even the laundry room." Burlison joked without raising his head, staring at the monitor on his wrist.
"Hahahaha." The three soldiers holding weapons all laughed. They knew how heroic it was to fill a room with the smell of socks from a battalion of men.
A few people laughed unscrupulously and allowed the tires of the armored vehicles to crush the rotting corpses of the demon dogs that were almost like mud.
It is said to be a command vehicle. In fact, because the size of electronic communication devices is constantly being compressed, this command vehicle is not much different from other infantry fighting vehicles. It is just that it is equipped with more expensive communication equipment, and there are two thicker ones on the outside.
It's just a communication antenna.
Similarly, due to the development and advancement of equipment, the functions of the communications troops equipped by traditional troops have also undergone significant changes.
Rather than saying that there is a signal unit in the company, it would be more reasonable to call them information processing support units.
These communication soldiers carry server modules that ensure communication and information exchange. They only reduce the amount of ammunition they carry and give most of the load to the magic crystal that ensures the energy for the server's operation.
"We are already at the edge of signal coverage...sir." The signal soldier sitting opposite Burlison looked at the warning icon on his helmet display that kept flashing and reminded him.
"About 5 kilometers, can it support it?" Burlison didn't want his troops to be unable to obtain battlefield information and call for timely air strikes, so he asked.
"It should be okay... When we get there, find a higher place and get a good signal receiver." The signal soldier thought for a while and replied.
"Then there's no problem..." Burrison nodded slightly and pressed the intercom to switch to the company's general channel: "Rear team! Be alert...your position is a bit too far back!"
"The logistics support team's car broke down! Sir! We have to slow down and wait for them to catch up!" In the headset, the platoon leader of the third platoon behind reported helplessly.
"Okay! I'm Burlison! The whole team stops moving forward! Stop moving forward! The support team at the rear is in trouble!" Burlison didn't want to leave the friendly troops loaded with rations and ammunition on the roadside and act alone.
So he immediately spoke and ordered.
Following this order, the entire armored convoy paused. Burrison buckled on his helmet and reminded his fellow passengers through the channel: "I'm going to get out of the car. You'd better put on your mask, otherwise you may be injured."
Suffocated to death by the stench of corpses.”
After everyone put on their masks, he pressed the wrench on the armored hatch next to him. Instantly, a stream of depressurized air flowed into the car, and the air began to become slightly turbid.
Burlison frowned and looked at the muddy ground outside the car door. The black blood had long since dried up, and the rotten flesh had been crushed to pieces by the passing wheels.
He looked at his calves and feet, which were fully protected by the exoskeleton, and at the relatively clean iron-shelled combat boots. For a moment, he couldn't decide whether to get off the car or not...
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I'm not in a good state today. I'll update the second update tomorrow morning. I really can't stay up late... Sorry.
