The pilot of the Scythe Walking Mech looked at the flashing orbs of light on the fire control radar, and he was a little flustered. How many enemies were they facing? So many that he couldn't help but wonder if the onboard radar was malfunctioning, otherwise where would so many orbs of light come from?The peacekeeping infantrymen looked at the scan results in their hands and wiped away their cold sweat. This was not a good thing. The scythe-wielding mechs and infantrymen were retreating continuously. Their firepower was too weak to effectively form a fire defense layer. If they encountered a large-scale enemy force, their fate was predictable."All squads, evacuate immediately! Evacuate immediately! We're about to begin shelling!" The defenders of the seven hilltop positions weren't fools. The anti-aircraft fortress scanning radar imaging showed that a large number of enemy troops were frantically approaching them. They had no infantry fighting vehicles! No tanks! No heavy artiller

[System overheating, needs cooling. Cease fire]The anti-aircraft bunkers on the seven hilltop positions began to slow down their firing rate. The engineers, watching the various data, ordered the firing to stop. They had to ensure that the anti-aircraft bunkers did not malfunction."Cease fire. Evacuate. Evacuate." Upon hearing the order for the anti-aircraft bunkers to cease fire, the frontline combat squads showed no intention of staying to continue fighting. They knew one thing: the enemy outnumbered them more than they had anticipated, and without the high-speed fire from the anti-aircraft bunkers, they would be doomed."Cross cover. Cross cover." The squads had no intention of lingering in the fight. The combat members of each squad took turns withdrawing, leaving only the 120mm mortars firing from the seven hilltop positions. One 120mm high-explosive shell after another whistled through the sky and crashed into the town, covering the withdrawal of their comrades.The soldiers

"The weather's great today! And the wind's in a good direction!" The peacekeeping infantryman stood on the hilltop, holding up a small windmill. A mobilization soldier rolled his eyes at him, thinking, "Dude, you should at least have a proper wind speed and direction test device. You're just holding up a little windmill." He suddenly felt like his intelligence had been eaten by a dog."Come on, move aside!" The artilleryman behind him rolled his eyes at him. Behind them were rows of menacing rocket launchers with their barrels raised. The artillerymen, crouching low, were constantly adjusting various data of the rocket launchers, waiting for orders from headquarters. A dozen peacekeeping infantrymen were extremely unhappy at this moment because they were dragging boxes and boxes of rockets, which were incredibly heavy."Why, it's us again?!" The peacekeeping infantrymen felt exhausted. These rockets were incredibly heavy. Each box contained six rockets, three neatly arranged on top

The heavy machine gunner frantically pressed down on the trigger and refused to let go. The flames and fire spewed from the heavy machine gun nearly exhausted a feeder on the side, who kept shouting to his comrade, "Slow down, slow down!" As he carried a new box of ammunition, unpacked it, and pulled out the cartridges one by one to attach.The heavy machine gunner can't control his ammunition feeder. He wants to too, but you have to ask the other side if they're willing. The superb firing of the multi-barrel machine guns in the machine gun bunker also brings them a huge problem: heat dissipation. Of course, the machine gun bunker is also equipped with additional water cooling and blower cooling devices, but it can still fire continuously for almost half an hour without stopping."Adjust the rate of fire! If this continues, the barrels will explode!" The engineer adjusted the rate of fire of the machine gun bunker. As soon as the rate of fire of the machine gun bunker slowed down, t

"Notify all units to collect crystals to the best of their ability, but prohibit them from entering the town!" Ryan issued the final order. Feeling somewhat tired, he walked back to the barracks in front of everyone. Several soldiers behind him greeted their comrades and followed him."Beep! Identity confirmed, highest authority!" Ryan stood at the entrance of the barracks, looking at the scanner at the gate. She scanned herself from head to toe to confirm her identity. The heavy steel gate slowly opened, and Ryan walked in, followed by the soldiers who quickly took a few steps to catch up The heavy steel gate slowly closed again amidst the sounds of mechanical grinding. Ryan walked into the cleaning passage and looked at the surrounding spray nozzles, which were spraying large amounts of special disinfectant liquid to clean any potential sources of infection from the protective suits. After the disaster, not only were there high-radiation infections throughout the land, but special