(This book is a fantasy background, do not use realistic theory as the basis, and do not apply various actual bullet data.)

On the map of the two major forces of the Earth Federation and the Pan-United Army, s12 is a death coordinate that can never be approached.

Apart from the mottled walls and broken walls, there are only rusty and scrap steel bars. Without surface covering, they are broken like skeleton doors and windows, plastic and felt cloth swaying left and right in the strong wind, and oily and rotten green stinking water floating on the surface. Apart from insects and fungi with strong survivability, no animals are found that are more advanced than mice.

Naturally, humans cannot exist.

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"Concentrate the firepower and rush out————"

Wei Wen reacted very quickly, and while blurting out, he also held the assault rifle tightly, like a cheetah that had been bound for a long time and was eager to get out of trouble. He jumped agilely and agilely behind the already selected rock, and shot at the soldiers of the New Alliance who had fallen into chaos.

The Pan-United Army Patrol, which lost the suppression effect, was hidden behind the armored vehicles. The sudden counterattack completely disrupted the stable and orderly offensive rhythm. This situation could not last long. During the continuous shooting gap, the surviving members of the reconnaissance team could clearly see that the opponent was under the cover of the armored vehicles that temporarily lost their attack power, and nervously and urgently adjusted the electronic frequency and requested air support. At most no more than three minutes, the attack aircraft that remained in a cruising state could reach the sky above the combat area.

"Quick! Speed ​​up and rush out———"

Wei Wen roared and suddenly jumped up from behind the rock. He pulled the trigger on his right hand and shot all the bullets in an instant. He pulled out the backup magazine from the back waist at the same time, completing a series of switching actions at the fastest speed. His vision is far beyond ordinary people, and he also plays the due effect at this critical moment. He quickly judges that the most suitable attack, but can reduce the damage to the attack to all positions at the lowest level.

The remaining squad soldiers followed closely behind. With equal firepower, the only advantage of lightweight reconnaissance personnel is speed. They ignore armor, and even the most basic combat suit is only equipped with energy packs and thrusters. Once hit, the detonated energy will instantly wrap around the whole body and have no chance of survival.

No one would continue to save energy at this time. Although he did not understand why the rescue troops appeared in the north, Wei Wen still adjusted the piggyback jumper to the maximum, and the double circular nozzles shot out a powerful light blue airflow and rushed out at a speed of more than 80 kilometers per hour.

This is his last energy grid. If it weren't for the consumption of too much in previous mobile wars and the special terrain restrictions, it would be impossible for the new alliance patrol to complete the blockade with just a few machine guns.

The blue airflow rushed straight out of the valley without any hesitation. Wei Wen threw away the assault rifle that had been empty for the second time in his hand, pulled out the mfp pistol from the side of his waist, and pressed his fingers tightly to the trigger to shoot. This close-range combat weapon using a nine-mm warhead has a very fast firing speed and can instantly scatter the entire magazine. However, its disadvantages are also obvious - the recoil is too strong, making it unable to say anything about accuracy at a slightly longer distance, and it only has a suppression effect.

The scattered bullets hit the surface of the chariot, marking dense white bullet marks. The scattered sparks made the pan-United Army soldiers hidden behind the chariot unable to raise their heads. A few minutes ago, no one expected that the battle situation would reverse in an instant. The two reconnaissance soldiers who followed him also supported their seriously injured companions to jump out of the valley, and rushed towards the west under the powerful push of the jet.

While subconsciously breathing a sigh of relief, Wei Wen also turned his body slightly to the west, pressing the electronic controller button with his left hand, but he did not feel the powerful pushing feeling coming from his back. On the contrary, the surface of the polyester gel layer of the standard helmet, corresponding to the pupils of the eyes, suddenly appeared a dazzling red light that made him cold and flashed rapidly.

This is a tip for energy exhaustion.

It also means that the piggy-type injector on the shoulder has become useless scrap iron.

At the same time, a tired figure covered in blood appeared on the right side of the armored vehicle, which was only six meters away from each other.

It was a patrolman of the Pan-United Army.

His combat suit was covered with dust, and his right scalp should have been scratched by a bullet, and a bright red sticky liquid was leaking out. His face was a little pale, but he was holding an assault rifle in his hand. The raised muzzle pointed at Wei Wen's eyebrows.

Without energy, the bullets of the mfp pistol were poured out... Wei Wen only felt that his whole body was trembling slightly. He smiled miserably, threw away the useless weapon, and slowly raised his hands over his head.

He never thought that he would become a prisoner of war.

This is by no means a chance to regain vitality and stay away from the battlefield. It means a tragic future that will be spent in the dark underground mine cave.

Earth civilization has evolved to a height that was unimaginable to predecessors. However, in some places, it still needs to be excavated with the most primitive manpower.

Machines are not the most omnipotent after all.

In the distance, a dull gunshot sound came faintly. Like the thunder that had been accumulated for a long time, it was as fast as lightning. Even Wei Wenyuan's vision was beyond ordinary people, he could only vaguely judge a straight line with a hot flame tail, drilling into the skull of the pan-United Army soldiers like a stream of light, exploded in the horrifying cracking sound, spilling out the mud and blood flowers in the sky.

Almost as the gunfire sounded, Wei Wen also instinctively made evasive moves, and he got into the grass and ran towards the direction of his companion's evacuation.

The shooting position has already turned to the northwest. Obviously, the rescue team is not alone. It is likely to be a well-equipped special forces team. The position deviation of the two shootings in the front and rear is more than 600 meters, which is definitely not something that can be changed in just a few seconds by manpower.

The Pan-United Army patrol did not catch up. The attack aircraft that swept overhead did not find Wei Wen and others under the cover of dense vegetation. Half an hour later, the reconnaissance team, which had barely maintained a short-distance jump, had left the area controlled by the new alliance and entered the fire alert range of the Earth Federation.

......

"Boss, they...huh, who are they?"

A private with freckles on his face sat on the ground, gasping for nearly five minutes before pulling off his helmet and asking curiously and tiredly.

What he is referring to are those who saved their lives from the gun.

"have no idea----"

Wei Wen's breathing was also heavy. He took out the kettle from his backpack, unzipped the lid, tilted his neck and sucked several big mouthfuls. With the danger of being stricken and the joy of escaping from the cage of death, he was silent for a few seconds, saying: "It may be a friendly army carrying out a special mission. The distance is too far to see their identity marks."

"But no matter what, they saved me..."

The wounded soldier who had just finished a simple treatment on his head, wrapped in bandages, struggled to lean against a rock, and added hoarsely: "Save us."

Nodding silently, Wei Wen felt that his tense nerves had slowly relaxed.

"But why did they appear from the north?"

The last person who spoke was a superior sergeant in his thirties, and the second-ranked deputy commander in the reconnaissance team. He first stood on his knees with both hands, lowered his head and prayed silently for a while. He straightened up again and asked with confusion: "It's the S12 mining area. Not to mention humans, even the mole with the strongest vitality cannot enter and leave alive."

For some reason, Wei Wen suddenly realized that his palms were covered with sweat. His wet fingers felt uncomfortable and sticky. He wiped his military uniform hard, reached out to take out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out four pieces and scattered them, and finally lit them again. He took a big sip, and in a sound that he felt strange when he heard it, he said to the superior sergeant sitting next to him: "Have you noticed their sniping distance? How much is it?"

"Four thousand five hundred to four thousand seven hundred meters. Or, it's even further."

The superior sergeant took off the cigarette he held in his mouth, sniffed hard, and looked at him incomprehensible: "You are a visual evolver. You should see it more clearly than I do."

"I always thought that was an illusion——"

Wei Wen wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead, and his fingers that were holding the cigarette were twitching unconsciously, saying, "Don't say it's me, even those specialized snipers who invest two to three points in long-range shooting will not hit at this distance, but the hit rate at this distance will not be higher than 80%. You should know that seeing, and truly being able to hit, are two completely different concepts. Bullets will be affected by wind speed. The range of more than 2,500 meters, and the deflected warheads... will increase the error rate to more than 30%.

"That's not necessarily----"

The young soldier with freckles on his face, both envy and jealousy were present in his speech: "Boss, the large-caliber special-equipped warhead of the "Shadow Kill" sniper rifle does not need to consider this factor at all. I have seen them shooting in the armored infantry battalion, and even in the storm simulation environment, the hit rate can reach 98%. "

“That’s different…”

Speaking of this, Wei Wen felt his throat dry. He picked up the kettle and took another bite, swallowed it slowly in his mouth, and said in a noticeably trembling voice: "You didn't see the last shot. The soldier of the Pan-United Army almost died in front of me. The bullet was not completely shot in a straight line, it was obviously beyond the normal controllable range, with a certain degree of arc. And... and... it is a standard nine-mm warhead with no stable tail wing installed."

All guns in the world have "controllable range" and "effective range". The former refers to the precise distance that can be controlled by the shooter. The latter is just the relative data obtained after comprehensive factors such as kinetic energy and inertia. For example, the commonly used assault rifle equipped with a large number of units has a controllable range of 300 meters. However, the actual killing distance of the warhead without considering accuracy can reach 1,200 meters.

There was a dead silence.

No one spoke, only the howling wind passed by people, bringing a slight sting of the sand hitting the face.

The superior sergeant felt a cold sweat suddenly burst out from his back. He swallowed his saliva hard and said with difficulty: "s12... there is a high-risk radiation area. It is impossible for anyone to have any living creatures."

"Then, who saved us?"

The Freckled Private's face was pale, but the words he said were still quite tough.

The expression on the sergeant's face froze. The cigarette between his fingers loosened uncontrollably and fell to the ground. He was about to open his mouth to answer, but the wounded soldier leaning against the rock had opened his lips and said in a weak voice: "S12 No one... Then... it's only possible, it's a ghost."

As he said that, he paused and added: "Maybe it was the souls who died in the war."

Restored quiet again. Everyone, including the team commander Wei Wen, felt a deep heart-warming cold and trembling.

In the Western Theater Command near S12, the word "ghost" is not a representative of myths or superstitions. It is a real story.

Since the end of that nuclear explosion, soldiers in the Western Theater Command were often rescued for no reason.

Sometimes, a pan-United Army tank chasing the remaining soldiers suddenly exploded. Or, like today, several soldiers who were trapped in the siege accidentally escaped. These stories are nearly hundreds of large and small in the Western Theater Command, and there are various versions of the legend. But one thing is certain - the rescued soldiers have never seen the appearance of the rescuer himself, and the attack positions are mostly from the S12 direction. Moreover, those attack methods are as incredible as today. Over time, the mysterious figures between verbal and verbal conversation naturally become "ghosts".

Suppressing the fear deep in his heart, the superior sergeant looked around, gritted his teeth hard, and said in a tone that he was not sure of himself: "Do you... believe it?"

The Freckled Private and the Soldier looked at each other, turned around and nodded hesitantly.

"Boss, where are you?"

The sergeant turned his gaze to Wei Wen: "Do you think this will be true?"

Wei Wen sat in place without moving, as if he was smoking a cigarette bored. After nearly five minutes, he took a sip of the cigarette butt that had already reached the end, threw it on the ground, narrowed his eyes towards the s12 mine in the north, with a tremolo in his words, saying, "Of course... no."

His eyesight is far beyond ordinary people. When his eyes are fixed, he can see a blurred figure slowly approaching here. Under the reflection of the sun's aperture, it is like the Holy Spirit recorded in the Gospels.
Chapter completed!