Tomorrow's Ark, Second International

The fighter of the integration movement opened his collar and pointed to the seat close to his neck.

"At that time, a bullet hit me here, and I almost didn't make it through."

"Oh?" The international fighters had this premonition when they heard that the integration movement had fought in Longmen, "Could it be in Longmen?"

"No, in Chernobog."

The fighters from the International wanted to ask when Chernoborg was, so the fighters from the Integration Movement went on to say.

"At that time, there was a terrible natural disaster, and we were still chasing your leaders, but we didn't expect that you would be needed to save our lives now."

This is an Integrative Movement veteran who has lived from the first Battle of Chernobog to the present.

The international fighter silently defined the man in front of him in his heart.

According to the terrifying death rate of the integration movement, the man in front of him is not only related to his strength, but more importantly, his luck.

Especially in the case that he was not absent in every battle, it is even more rare to survive.

"It's all in the past, don't talk about it now..."

"You're right, it's over..."

The integration movement fighter in front of him hesitated as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.

"How far has that big bird called an airplane in the sky flown?"

Everyone knew that what he originally wanted to say was not this, but the international fighters did not ask ignorantly.

"There have been several fights in the past, it seems that the fight in the sky over there is quite lively."

From the beginning to the present, they have been ambushing here for 5 hours. According to the plan, they will continue to wait for two such long hours. It is really boring to sit still.

In this soldier's opinion, it would be better to fight the Ursus than to sit like this.

They were about to continue chatting, but suddenly the messenger approached and interrupted them.

"Attention everyone, there are Ursas approaching, and put out the cigarettes in your hands."

'No way, I just think about it casually? '

The international soldiers were astonished, but after hearing what the messenger said, the two quickly put out the half-smoked cigarettes in their hands, and then carefully put the remaining half of the cigarettes into their bosoms.

At first they thought they were facing a battle, but after waiting for a long time, the two of them did not wait for the order to charge. They just asked them to lie down and not make any movement.

Time passed minute by minute, and to the two of them, a minute felt like an hour. No matter how many wars they had experienced, they still couldn't calm down in the face of such a situation where they would lose their lives at any time.

When the alert was lifted, the international fighter took out his watch and looked at it, and then he heard the soldier from the integration movement ask.

"How many minutes have we been in hiding?"

"Only 30 minutes..."

I was really out of breath just now, but now this international soldier has a new problem.

"Why didn't we let us beat them up just now?"

"It's fishing. The fishing is not big enough, so it was let go."

The fighters of the integration movement have much richer experience, and they can guess the thoughts of the above people at once.

"Keep going, I haven't had enough just now."

Taking out his own half of a cigarette, the fighter of the integration movement stretched out his hand, and said to the puzzled eyes of the international fighter.

"Borrow a fire."

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Different from the boredom of these ambush personnel, the patriots and the soldiers around them are preparing to deal a head-on blow to the first group of Ursas who approach.

The soldier of the integration movement was not wrong. Those Ursas were indeed let go. The reason was to add some "sunk costs" to the Ursas so that they would not be so easy to stop.

The more troops besiege the Patriots, the more reluctant the Ursas will be to part with this opportunity. In the future, no matter whether it is anti-siege or siege, the Ursas will be given the greatest damage.

But there is a limit to all of this. If there are really too many Ursus people, so many that the international and integration movements can't handle it, then there will really be problems.

It's just that the speed of all this is in Herag's heart. With the intelligence support of the Air Force, many things have a basis, which makes him more confident in fighting a beautiful battle.

Chapter 1170 A Reliable Comrade

"Blade Demon No. [-], I'm here to watch you today, if you make any troubles again, the military law will deal with it!"

Under everyone's amazed eyes, Balrog No. 0808, who is in charge of a small artillery field and the captain of the [-] Sorcerer Squad, is being scolded by another middle-aged man wearing the same type of power armor.

"Political Commissar, haven't I done anything yet? Calm down."

"Do it, what else do you want to do!" It seems that Yanmo No. [-]'s appeasement not only did not have any effect, but also had a certain counter-effect, "If you do it, I will shoot you right away!"

"You can't bear to kill me..."

"Believe it or not, I'll kill you right now!"

In fact, you don't necessarily have to say how angry the political commissar of the 08th Artisan Corps is, it's just that the political commissar understood one thing in the process of dealing with the 08th Artisan Corps.

That is, you must not be polite to these guys!

For example, the political commissars of other magician regiments or magician teams would not be happy with the magicians, nor would they act like the enemy.

But the 08 Artisan Corps really can't do it if they don't do this. If they are not irritable, they will not be able to suppress these troublemakers.

"Understand, understand, if I dare to mess around and shoot me directly, I will never say anything!"

After receiving the guarantee from Yanmo No. [-], the political commissar finally took back the pistol on his waist, and walked away slowly in three steps.

Every time he looked back, Balrog No. [-] nodded and bowed, and he was relieved until he watched the political commissar leave completely.

He really didn't dare to mess around this time, since he was reprimanded and educated for messing around in RIM Billiton last time, Yanmo No. [-] thought that he had grown up a bit.

Before the start of this battle, the political commissar brought all the captain-level commanders to him and told him the importance of this battle.

That is, if you want to fight, but if you can't fight too hard to scare the enemy away, it is best to have the ambiguous feeling of hesitating and making decisions.

For this reason, the political commissar also used an apt metaphor, just like a woman raising a spare tire.

But for Balrog No. [-], who believes that women can only affect the power of explosions, it's really ridiculous that Get can't get to this point.

The artillery unit with the 08th Artisan Regiment as the core is the key to the success or failure of this battle. Only firing at the most critical moment can truly secure the victory for the God of War.

Leaning on his favorite 122mm Originium cannon, Balrog No. [-] began to close his eyes and meditate. Anyway, the upcoming battle has nothing to do with him for the time being.

Most of the other comrades on the side had the same idea, but the recuperation of Balrog No. [-] didn't last long, and he suddenly understood why the political committee came to him suddenly, because the Ursus people also came to him.

In order to completely hide the existence of the artillery position, the Balrogs had long hidden the artillery under the camouflage net, and even they themselves were strictly prohibited from getting out of the camouflage net.

Even wanting to see the situation on the battlefield has become an extravagant hope. The only option is to use drones. Now a group of Balrogs are sitting together, watching the scene sent back from the drones.

Just watching and watching, the mood of watching the excitement at the beginning quickly disappeared without a trace.

The Balrogs, who are known for their cheerfulness, also lost their smiles, and were a little worried.

The reunification movement fought too badly. Hand-to-hand combat has been the most brutal fighting method since the beginning of war.

Although hand-to-hand combat is far inferior to the killing efficiency of spells or other methods, the shock it gives is completely different.

The Balrogs are not new recruits, but they haven't really fought on the front line for a long time, and most of them play a role of fire support, even if they can see blood.

The blood of the enemy is also different from the blood of one's own.

"Can't we really help?"

A Balrog couldn't bear to suggest, but Balrog No. [-] still shook his head, if he went to help now, then all the sacrifices would be in vain.

"Why don't we just stop watching..."

Another Balrog tried to make a suggestion, but his suggestion did not get widespread approval. Sacrifice would not disappear just because the eyes didn't see it. Some things are better to witness with one's own eyes.

Just as the Balrogs were frowning but were still watching hard, the communication device in Balrog No. [-]'s helmet rang, and he heard the angry voice of his political commissar again.

"Political commissar, I really didn't mess around, I didn't fire a single shot!"

Yanmo No. [-] immediately turned to the offensive, and now threw out the lines he had prepared.

"What are you talking about!" But the political commissar on the opposite side directly ignored Balrog No. 5's words, "Now order your department to get ready, and start shelling immediately after receiving the order and shooting Zhuyuan. The shelling time is [-] minutes."

As if he couldn't believe his ears, Yanmo No. [-] dared to ask again.

"Should I let my 0808 team start shelling?"

"Nonsense, it's not you or me!"

Although he was choked again, Balrog No. [-] didn't feel uncomfortable at all, on the contrary, the smile on his face could hardly be held back.

"understand!"

Under the call of Yanmo No. [-], his team moved quickly. With everything in place, they could start shelling immediately after waiting for the shooting elements to arrive.

On the opposite side of the communication device, Herag stood next to the political commissar. He didn't express any opinions on the unique communication method within the 03 Artisan Corps. Now his attention is all on the map.

It was his order to let the Balrogs start shelling. His order to the political commissar of the 03rd Artisan Regiment was to send the most reliable artillery squad to carry out the shelling.

Herag is going to expose part of the firepower here. After all, if there is really no long-range firepower, it would be too inconsistent.

The shelling was aimed at the artillery of Ursus.

This is an artillery battle. Whoever fires first will expose his position and be hit by the opponent's firepower.

Although the artillery of International and Ursus go two ways, International uses Originium cannons in large quantities, while Ursus has specialized artillerymen.

But the essence is still the same thing, and the bombardment of the magician will also expose himself.

In a short while, when the Ursus artillerymen were showing off their power and bombarding the movement's positions, the artillery of the coalition army also began to roar.

A team of magicians with nearly 20 artillery pieces of various types crossed the lines of the Ursus and fired straight at their rear.

The 5-minute shelling is not long, at most it can make the Originium cannons fire a few rounds.

But after these rounds of volleys, the Ursus artillerymen immediately lost all their voices. Although they were not wiped out, they must have suffered a lot.

After this short 5 minutes, the shouts of hand-to-hand combat once again became the mainstream on the battlefield.

In order to avoid the retaliatory bombardment of the Ursus, Balrog Eight immediately moved with his beloved.

If you want to say that the 122 caliber is good, isn't it better than being able to carry it around.